Wicked Wednesday …. yum…..
In less than a week, after 7pm on June 28, Twice as High will release from LSB. In preparation – and celebration – I thought I might give you a little peek. A sampling of the succulent, hot delights awaiting you in this menage with winged aliens. Mmmmmm….
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His name was Kyle. She didn’t know how she knew his name, but she did. Odd. She thought of Kyle as a name for someone dark, not for this dishwater blond with the body of an MMA fighter. It was her dream, so why was this not-dark hottie named Kyle?
She stopped worrying about it when she saw his eyes. Extraordinary eyes. The intensely blue rim of his iris faded to nearly white at the pupil.
His faced was carved in harsh planes, with prominent cheekbones and an angular jaw. His mouth, though, looked soft, even set into a stern line. He stalked toward her shedding clothes–shirt, belt, pants, shorts.
Oh, my. Okay, so her dreams didn’t usually include such a detailed visual of the manly goods, but in this case, she was glad her subconscious had made an exception. Dreamy Kyle’s cock was a work of art. Long, thick, and perfectly formed, the bulbous head flushed with color, with a ring of small raised bumps. What the hell? What were those? Whatever. Dream. Not real. The pale skin of his shaft showed the single vein snaking around his girth like a stripe on a candy cane. She wanted to lick it.
She moved her dream-frozen feet forward, stopping with a bare inch of space between her belly and his penis. Damn, he was tall. She had to crane her neck to meet his eyes. The heat off his body made her aware that her dream self stood naked, too. That was handy.
Before she could drop in front of him, he cupped her jaw in his big hands, tipping it up. Those oddly pale eyes searched her face for something. Whatever it was, he must have found it, because he lowered his lips to brush hers. In a stroke, his tongue invaded her mouth, taking possession. Startled, she tried to lean back, but his hands held her firmly. She felt the heat, smelled the damp earth smell of his skin. Her breasts flattened against his chest as she sagged into him, the drugging sweetness of his kiss draining her strength.
Eyelids drifting closed, she savored the weakness, glorying in the sensation of his muscled chest against her stabbing nipples. The smooth skin rubbed over her every time she took a breath. She managed to lift her arms and hook her hands over his elbows. She’d never been kissed like this. Slow and consuming.
Oh, she liked this dream.
Another pair of hands settled on her hips, palms hot and hard, long fingers resting along her hipbones. She juddered in shock, eyes flying open, but Kyle’s hands held her fast. Heat from another male body covered her back. The hard, insistent shape of a penis nestled in the cleft of her ass.
Julian.
The name came from nowhere, washing away her momentary fear. She closed her eyes and a picture formed in her mind’s eye. Shorter and slighter than Kyle, his body still conveyed strength. Hair so dark it seemed to absorb light and chiseled good looks that somehow soothed her. How odd. Like Kyle, though, his eyes carried the intensity of the man: streaked yellow-amber hawk’s eyes. Well, if you’re going to have an erotic dream, might as well make it a doozy.
Her dream self surrendered, tension sliding from her muscles. She allowed them to support her weight between them. Julian’s fingers tightened on her hips and Kyle finally drew his mouth from hers. His thumbs massaged her jaw and her eyelids fluttered open.
“Ours.” She almost felt Kyle’s smooth baritone on her lips; it rang like a bell in her head.
oh yum