Welcome to Masturbation Monday - this week a snippet from my new erotic romance novella (only 99c/99p) Joy Ride. This married couple are putting some spice back into their sex life when things take a turn for the worse, however, with the addition of a set of handcuffs, things soon heat up much more than they'd anticipated.
“I’m going to suck you off, Nate. Now, while you’re driving us home.” Kimberly could hardly believe she’d said it. Such crass words didn’t usually fall from her lips. She was a wife and mother, the woman who worked part-time at the mall in an organic cosmetics shop. She’d just told her husband she was going to suck him off as he drove them home!
“Kimberly.” There was shock in Nate’s tone.
“Don’t stress, let me do all the work. You just keep your eyes on the road, Big Boy.” Oh wow, she was really getting into the role. Big Boy!
But it was only the truth. Ignoring the long hiss of breath Nate released, Kimberly tugged his thick shaft free from his jeans and boxers. She couldn’t quite gain access to his balls but that was okay, she’d give them some special attention later. When they were both completely naked and nothing hampered her way.
“We could get into a lot of shit for this,” Nate said, lifting his right arm slightly so Kimberly could slot her head and shoulders onto his lap.
“It’s a risk we’ll have to take. We can’t afford to join the mile high club, but we can become members of the highway club.” She snickered and let her upper body settle on the hardness of his thighs.
His cock head was right there for the taking. She couldn’t remember when she’d last treated Nate to oral sex. His birthday a few months ago maybe? No, that hadn’t been this year, perhaps last or, she thought shamefully, the year before.
Poor Nate. She’d been a terrible wife. Every guy deserved to have oral adoration bestowed upon the favorite part of his anatomy every now and then. But it was okay, because that was all going to change right now. She’d treat him to the best goddamn head he’d ever received in his life. She’d blow not just his cock but also his mind.
After licking her lips, she swiped her tongue over his slit, drawing in the musky, heated flavor of him. Fuck, she’d missed that.
His cock twitched as though the wet contact had surprised him. “Kim, baby...”
Kimberly slipped her tongue around his glans, delving into every smooth ridge and then flicking over the taut band of skin on the underside. He was so hard and solid, more beautiful than she remembered.
She shut her eyes, let the drone of the engine fade into the background and ignored the small rumbles of the road vibrating through her body.
Nate canted his hips upward, just a little, as though seeking more. Kimberly didn’t need to be asked twice. She stretched her mouth into a wide “O” and sank to his root. The feel of him filling her mouth to capacity was incredible. Why hadn’t she indulged in this at every opportunity they had?
A sudden jolt as if the car had hit a pothole almost dislodged him from her mouth.
“Fucking hell,” Nate said, resting his hand on her head for the briefest of moments. “That’s too good. I can hardly concentrate.”
She withdrew. “You’ll be fine,” she said. “We have to do this on the move, remember. Just keep driving straight ahead.”
“I don’t know if I—”
Kimberly was determined. She fed him deep into her mouth again, cushioning his length with her tongue, hugging and massaging him with adoring strokes.
His moan of appreciation rattled around the interior of the car and settled in her chest. Oh, he liked that all right, the licks and swirls, the strength of her tongue against his shaft. The slight suction she’d created to draw him deeper.
She carried on, lost in her task, circling the base of his stalk with her finger and thumb and rubbing and squeezing, caressing the section of cock not in her mouth.
He was so bloated now, the fatness of his erection stretched her jaw wide.
They hit another hole. Nate cursed and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Pushed her head deeper into his lap.
Kimberly had never known a thrill like it. He wanted so much more. Had to have it and there was only her, his wife, who could do the job. She allowed him to exert more pressure, taking him so deep she could feel the tickle of her gag reflex getting ready to react. But she didn’t care. The first sweet drips of pre-cum were coating her palate. Soon he would explode, he didn’t get much harder than he was right now.
“Get ready for it... Ah...yeah.” Nate groaned above her.
Another jolt unsteadied her on his lap. The car swerved to the right and she was forced to put a hand onto his stomach to steady herself. But with great pride, she didn’t let his cock slip from her hungry mouth.
“Baby, I’m going to, ah... Fuck it.”
The explosion was rapid, almost violent the way his cum shot thickly into her throat. Kimberly swallowed, catching snippets of breath when she could, and kept on working him.
Nate was thrusting his hips toward her, shifting her on his lap. She took him deeper still and was rewarded with a wonderful moan of bliss that drowned out the sounds around her.
One sound was becoming louder and louder. The wail, unmistakable.
Kimberly opened her eyes and saw a red and blue flash wash over Nate’s black sweater.
Quickly she let him fall from her mouth into her waiting palm.
“Shit.” Nate said. “Shit, shit, shit.” He shoved at her. “Sit up, goddamn it. Oh fuck.”
Kimberly sat upright, grabbed her seat belt and buckled up. Her heart was pounding, her breaths short and sharp. The taste of Nate coated her tongue and she wiped at the corner of her lips, checking for stray splashes of cum.
Nate was slowing now, drawing the car to a halt on the side of the road.
“Fucking hell, Kim. I told you not to do it. Now look at the fucking mess we’re in.”
“You weren’t complaining ten seconds ago.” Kimberly crossed her arms and watched the neon lights trace the dash.
“Ten seconds ago I wouldn’t have complained if a nuclear bomb had gone off.” He scrabbled with his jeans buttons. “Shit.”
A tap on the window grabbed Kimberly’s attention, as did the bright beam of flashlight that homed in on Nate’s hands doing up his fly.
Kimberly gulped. Pretty damn incriminating if the cop had a dirty mind.
“Good evening, Officer,” Nate said, winding down the window. He took a deep breath, gave a winning smile and placed his hands back on the wheel.
“Not particularly,” the cop said. “I’m just taking this prisoner transportation van from one station to the other, minding my own business because I want to get home to the fajitas my wife has promised me, and then I see you, driving like a lunatic all over the road.”
“I’m sorry, Officer. I think there might be something wrong with the car. It’s a little unsteady. I’ll get it checked out tomorrow morning.”
“Mmm, the odd thing is...” The officer swept the beam of light over Kimberly.
She pursed her lips and knotted her fingers in her lap. Tried her best to hold his stare and look innocent.
He flicked the light back at Nate’s face.
Nate blinked rapidly.
“I thought you, sir, were alone.” He raised his eyebrows. “But it seems that isn’t the case.”
Grab your copy of Joy Ride from Amazon and find out just what happens to Nate and Kim in the back of the police van!
Kimberly is desperate—muffling gasps of pleasure under the covers is just not doing it for her. She loves and desires her husband, but she needs more.
Could the Spice Rack game picked up at a girly, wine-infused party be the solution? Anticipation floods her body as she opens the first “task”. What the...? How is “love on the move” going to spice up her sex life? It’s impossible, or so she thinks, but when a sudden sinful idea pops into her head she has to act, much to Nate’s delight.
Until, that is, they’re spotted, pulled over, hauled out and cuffed, and not in fluffy pink.
They’re in for it, but the glint in Nate’s eye tells Kimberly he’s finally got her exactly where he wants her. It might feel like hell, but before she knows it she’s catapulted to a heavenly place she’s been longing to revisit. As long as they can get away with it.
Please note this book was previously published with different cover art.