Lily Harlem's Blog, page 143

Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog, this week a smooch from my new menage a trois novel DESK JOB.

The door shut and I found my backside up against the hallway table where I kept keys and mail. Several letters and a spare set of keys fell to the floor.“Tristan?”He was roaming his hands over my hips. His kisses landed on my cheek, my ear and my neck.“Do you have any objections if I fuck you right here, like this, right now?” His breath was hot in my ear.“Er...” Did I? “No.”“Thank fuck for that.” He found my mouth and kissed me wildly.I gripped his top and yanked it from his jeans. I then pulled it over his head, exposing his hair-coated chest and lean abdomen and making him break the kiss.As I took a moment to admire his torso, he worked at my trousers, undoing the buttons.He stepped back to yank my trousers and knickers off.Andre was behind him, his lips parted and his eyes wide as he stared at me sitting butt naked on the table with Tristan maneuvering my Capri pants over my feet. He had a bulge behind his zipper, and I guessed he was enjoying the view.Fuck, is he going to watch?Tristan was back over me, his face inches from mine and his dark eyes focused. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you are.”I cupped his jaw and parted my legs as he stepped between them. He was beautiful too.“Are you wet for me?” he asked, sliding his hand up my inner thigh.“Yes.”“Have you been wet for me this week? Did you think of us together?”I hesitated, then, “Yes.”The left side of his mouth twitched into a half smile as he eased his fingers through the folds of my pussy. “Oh yeah, you’re wet. We’re so ready for this.”I fluttered my eyes shut and let my head fall back.He caught my crown in his palm and pressed his cheek to mine. “I’m going to make you come so hard. So fucking hard.”“Yes.”“And Andre is going to watch, then he’s going to make you come really fucking hard too.”“Ahh...” I gasped as he pushed two, maybe three fingers into me. “Yes.”“Can you handle us?”“Yes.” I squirmed onto his fingers. “Yes, fuck me.”He pulled out.I moaned at the loss and opened my eyes. “Tristan.”He undid his trousers and shoved them and his boxers to his thighs. His cock sprang forward. The shaft was dark and thick, the end shiny and red. The hair on his belly became denser as it met his pubic hair.“Condom,” he muttered.“Here.” Andre passed him one then stayed standing close to us.Quickly, Tristan tore at the wrapper then unrolled the latex down his cock. His hands were shaking slightly, his movements fast and efficient. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “I can’t remember ever being so desperate to bury deep.”Andre pushed a lock of hair behind my ear. His gaze caught mine.I was breathing fast, the need to feel Tristan inside me had created a tremor over my skin. I gave Andre a quick nod, to let him know I was okay with what was happening.He stepped away.“Like this,” Tristan said, scooping one hand beneath my ass and placing the other on my lower back. “Wrap your legs around me.”I was already doing that but hooked my ankles together and angled my entrance toward his cock.The smooth dome of his glans pushed forward, and he eased in.I held my breath and stared into his eyes as he penetrated me. On and on he went, taking more, filling me.The stretch was exquisite, and he was so damn hard.“Ah, yeah, you’re so tight,” he said breathlessly. “You’re hugging my cock.”“More.” I tightened my thighs around his waist.He gave it. A sudden fast shunt to full depth as he pulled me onto him.The table banged against the wall. His body bumped into my clit.I gripped his shoulders and gasped.“You want it fast?” he asked against my lips.“Yes. Yes.”“Thank God for that.”He pulled almost out then steamed in again. The table knocked the wall once more but I didn’t care. Tristan inside me, over me, rubbing up against me, was all I could think of.He repeated the action again and again. Fucking me with wild passion and energy.My pussy heated, my clit strained for more. His cock was working me inside and creating a pressure I knew would soon overspill.The table was deafening as it hit the wall each time he plunged to full depth.I dug my fingernails into his shoulders.He scraped his stubble over my cheek and rested his mouth by my ear.His rapid breaths were loud. I shut my eyes and became lost in him, lost in the sensation he’d built in me.“Fuck, I’m coming...” he moaned.“Yes ... come...”He upped the already frantic tempo and toppled me into ecstasy.I cried out as bliss swept over my body, bursting from my clit and spreading over all my nerves.He groaned, long and abandoned and seated himself deep, holding me tight against him.I was aware of his cock pulsing as my internal muscles contracted around his shaft.“Fuck ... so damn ... good,” he said into my ear. “Fuck.” I opened my eyes, my orgasm still thumping through me. Andre was watching us, though now he’d removed his top, revealing his gorgeous chest. His jeans were also undone and his right hand was down the front of them.

Grab your copy of Desk Job from Amazon, Amazon UK and Evernight Publishing as well as from all other good ebook retailers. And if you missed Muscling In, my other London Menage novel, grab that too! And don't forget to check out the other Sunday Snogs!

Bring It Home for Sexy ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS135

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday!

This week a snippet from my new release DESK JOB.


“We’re both willing to give this a go if you are, Stella,” Andre said close to my ear.I turned to him and found my lips a whisper from his. “Kiss me.”He did, a lovely profound kiss that reminded me of being in his bed, in his arms, of him being inside me.Tristan slid his hand down my leg to my knee then back up again.I felt cocooned in their desire for me. Caught up in the crazy fling they were suggesting.Go for it. Sian’s words were like a mantra in my head.Yes. I would. Go for it that was. What did I have to lose? Two hot guys who wanted to make me happy and keep me satisfied. It was like all my Christmases and birthdays come at once.I pulled back from Andre.He had a slight sheen on his lips and his eyes sparkled“Yes,” I said.“Yes, what?” he asked a little hesitantly.“Yes, let’s give it a go.” I turned to Tristan. “I want you both, I can’t deny it. You’re both sexy and charming and if you can cope with sharing me then I reckon I can get my head around this.”

Grab your copy of Desk Job from Amazon, Amazon UK and Evernight Publishing as well as from all other good ebook retailers. And if you missed Muscling In, my other London Menage novel, grab that too!

New Release from Lucy Felthouse – City Nights: One Night in Budapest (@cw1985) #newrelease #erotica #romance #newadult #NA #tirgearr

Blurb:
Hermione’s in Budapest on a romantic weekend break. Or at least it should have been romantic—an unexpected break-up means she’s visiting the Hungarian capital alone. Determined to make the most of it, she goes on a night-time river cruise, the perfect opportunity to see some of the city’s beautiful sights after dark.
On the boat, cute Budapest native Emil serves her cocktails. They chat a little on the journey, engage in some banter, and when Emil asks Hermione out for dinner, she’s seriously tempted. But she’s a long way from home, by herself—is dinner with a complete stranger a good idea? Hermione decides to take a chance, and what follows is an unforgettable night which will transform her life forever.


Buy links:
Amazon: http://mybook.to/ONiBudapestBarnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-night-in-budapest-lucy-felthouse/1123478763?ean=2940152889482iBooks UK: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/one-night-in-budapest/id1088016111?mt=11iBooks US: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/one-night-in-budapest/id1088016111?mt=11Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/one-night-in-budapestSmashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/618193?ref=cw1985
Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29345184-one-night-in-budapestCity Nights Facebook group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/CityNightsbyTirgearrPublishing/
*****Excerpt:
Locating the correct pier, Hermione pulled her ticket from her pocket and showed it to the girl welcoming passengers onto the boat. The girl—the badge pinned to her blouse giving her name as Reka—glanced at the ticket, and smiled. “Thank you. Please take a seat inside until the boat arrives. Enjoy your trip.”With a nod, Hermione gingerly headed along the gangplank and boarded the vessel, wondering what Reka meant. Surely this was the boat? She shrugged, smiling at the other members of staff she passed, and followed the buzz of chatter to find the other passengers. Maybe it had been a misunderstanding, her meaning lost in translation or something.Heading up a couple of steps to a bar room full of other tourists, she quickly took a seat at an empty table by the window. She’d have a great view of Budapest’s riverside highlights from here—and she was sure they’d look different again once night fell. Already the sky was darkening—it was almost four p.m. on a chilly January day.She was so intent on admiring the Chain Bridge that she didn’t know there was anyone beside her until someone said, “Excuse me, madam? Would you like to take advantage of our special drinks offer?”Turning to the source of the voice, her fluttering heart the only indication that she’d been startled, she smiled. “Maybe. What’s the offer?”Her smile widened as she studied the man who’d spoken. He looked to be around her age—early twenties, and damn cute. Dark, slightly overlong hair curled on his head, deep brown eyes gave him an intensity that increased the flutters in her heart, and the dimpled smile he flashed as he replied lit up his handsome face. “It is happy hour. Two drinks for price of one.” He paused, looked at the empty seat beside her, then glanced over his shoulder as though checking if anyone was coming to join her at the table. “But perhaps you would only like one? Maybe I can see if yours can be half price…”“It’s okay,” she replied firmly. “I’m going to be on the boat for a while, I’m sure I can manage two drinks. I don’t have to have them at the same time, do I?”He shook his head. “No. I will be serving on the other boat in a moment, so I will look after you and your drinks to make sure you get special price.”Immediately following his mention of an additional boat, a loud voice rang out. “Ladies and gentlemen, we are now ready for you to board the tour boat. Please be very careful while stepping from one boat to the other. As soon as you are all seated, we will begin the trip. Thank you.”It was then Hermione realised that as she’d been gazing out of the window to one side, a smaller boat had pulled up alongside the one she was on. Everyone was getting up and moving to the staircase. “Thank you,” Hermione said, glancing at the man’s name badge. “Emil. I would absolutely like to take you up on your offer.”He smiled, and she returned the gesture, only allowing the grimace to take over her face once she was out of his view. She was glad of any language barriers at that moment—hopefully it had prevented Emil recognising the blatant double entendre in her words, inadvertent though it had been.As she emerged into the main space of the tour boat, she worried there wasn’t enough room for her and she might have to share a table with someone else. Not that it would be the end of the world, but over the past couple of days in the Hungarian capital, she’d become accustomed to her own company, even begun enjoying it. And the beautiful city had been more than enough of a distraction, in any case.


Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller) and Eyes Wide Open (an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter and Facebook. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Get Spicy!

Desk Job - OUT TODAY

Back Cover Information
It’s just another PA job, right? Okay, the CEO is hot, and his partner hotter, but that doesn’t mean Stella Wright has to fall for their erotic brand of seduction. Does it? 
Who is she kidding? Stella is only human, she has bills to pay and insecurities about how she looks the same as we all do. So when Andre Bramon asks her to work on more than just dictation she can’t resist. 
Tristan Wainwright is a different matter. Brooding and dark, he barely has time to ask her to do anything. Then when he does finally pause, noticing her, all that pent up energy reaches a boiling point. 
Before long Stella is swept up in a passionate love affair with not one man, but two. She never expected a threesome to be part of her job description, though now…well, perhaps it might prove to be the perfect solution to a whole host of her problems.
Available from Evernight Publishing, Amazon/Amazon UK  and all other good ebook retailers.



Desk Job is the second book in my set of menage a trois novels set in London, if you missed the first check out Muscling In. Both fine as standalone reads.

Dark Warrior

Coming Soon - THE PACT

Look, look, a very nice cover for an anthology I'm featuring in - THE PACK is out on 28th April from Mischief at HarperCollins. My story is called I DARE YOU and is a hot first time M/M novella. Sexy tattoo huh!

Sunday Snog

Welcome to an Easter Sunday edition of Sunday Snog, this week a new story for both you and the man in your life!



Back Cover Information
Nyotaimori was new for me, eating my dinner off a beautiful naked woman an experience I’d never been lucky enough to indulge in. So when a customer treated me to a meal at The Geisha Plate it was an effort to keep my cock under control and my focus on the food. Damn, it had been a while!
But control myself I did—until, that is, the spice levels cranked to boiling point and dessert turned out to be a mind-blowing, soul-twistingly delicious blowjob. I instantly craved more.
Plus I’m not a guy who likes debt. I had to return the favor by hook or by crook; it was an urge that threatened to consume me. Luckily my lovely Geisha girl turned out to be the sweetest woman I’d ever had the pleasure of pleasuring, and her healthy appetite for getting raw and naked with me for starters, main course and dessert turned out to be a wild ride for my every fantasy, and enough to keep me more than satisfied in every department.
Please note this book was previously published with a different cover.

She twisted the top on her drink and looked at me, her eyes slightly narrowed against the glare of the sunshine. “I hope so. It is my intention to stay but not my intention to work at The Geisha Plate forever.” “How did you start working there? I mean, it’s none of my business, but I, it seems you could easily find a job somewhere less…” My mouth was going faster than my brain. “You could get a job doing something that was less, er…” She raised her neatly plucked eyebrows. “Less demeaning?” “I, er, no, not demeaning, less, I mean, boring, less boring?” She laughed, a delightful tinkle of a sound that echoed around the tumble-down walls. “Boring, oh no, it is very interesting. Not only do the Japanese treat their female plates with great respect, it is also fascinating listening to all of the conversations going on above me.” I glugged on my water again. Of course I’d known she’d listened to everything Rai and I had said, but was it really interesting for her to hear about new stock for my stores? “Plus,” she said, pushing away from the wall and coming to stand right in front of me. “Every now and then I get to meet someone really nice.” She lowered her voice. “Someone like you.” There was a sinful sparkle in her eyes. Like the one I’d seen in the restaurant as she’d run her hands up my thighs and stroked her fingers over my hard-on. I swallowed tightly. “And do you treat everyone you like to the same dessert you gave me?” “That would be telling.” She turned away, faced the downward slope of the hill with her back to me. I reached for her arm, tugged her around again. I needed to know. “So tell,” I said, a little harsher than I’d intended. I had a sudden urge to feel special, as if she’d given me something over and above the usual. She tilted her chin. There was no fear or surprise in her eyes at my reaction, only amusement. Damn, I don’t want to be amusing. I need her to want me the same way I want her. “John,” she said. “I have no problem with nudity and I have no issues with sex, that is why I work at The Geisha Plate despite the fact I have other qualifications.” She paused. “And occasionally if someone captures my attention with their conversation and when I open my eyes I find myself attracted to them, yes, management permits the dishing up of a special dessert.” “You mean you weren’t obliged to—”“Suck you off, no. I wasn’t obliged to.” She blinked long and slow and ran her tongue over her moist lips. “I wanted to suck your penis, John.” Ah shit, hearing those words in this ancient sacred place. “I’m glad you did,” I managed. I ran my hand from her upper arm to her shoulder. “But there is more on my menu. Things that will make you as happy as you made me. If you want to sample them, that is?” She cupped my cheek in her palm, her skin so smooth and soft against my harsh stubble. There was a long pause then she whispered, “Do you know what, John? I think I might like to see what you have on offer.” I lowered my head until my mouth was just a hairsbreadth away from hers. Her sugary breath filled my nose, the heat of her body radiated onto mine. It had been a long time since I’d wanted to kiss anyone as much as I wanted to kiss Tida. Her exoticness, her talented, beautiful mouth and the slenderness of her narrow shoulders beneath my hands had created an intoxicating blend of lust inside me. But it was she who initiated our kiss. Her pliant, soft mouth pressed up over mine and the tip of her tongue, cool from the water she’d just drunk, probed past my teeth. I opened up and let her in, allowing her to explore before I tangled my tongue with hers and dipped into her sweet wetness. We had our arms around each other. How that had happened I wasn’t sure. She gave a small moan as I smoothed my hands down her back and spread my fingers over her butt cheeks, pulled her into my body. My dick was hard and fully appreciating the female form squashed up against it. It would take what it could, always had been a greedy bugger. I tore my mouth from hers, kissed across her cheek to the shell of her ear, delighting in the smoothness of her flesh and the flavor of soap and petals that sank onto my tongue. She murmured something in her own language and squeezed my shoulders, as if hanging on to me for support. Exploring further, I was bold enough to slip my hand under her t-shirt and smooth up the indent of her spine. Everything about her was softer than I could have ever imagined and beneath the soft flesh, ribs and a spine so delicate and small it needed to be protected and treasured. I found her mouth again, took over the kiss and slid my hand around to cup her breast through her bra. She arched toward me, silently giving me permission to fondle her more. How lucky am I? I sampled the weight of her breasts in my palms—they fit perfectly, the undersides the exact shape of my scooped hands. I could just make out her spiked nipples straining forward. “You are so beautiful,” I murmured into her mouth. “You make me feel beautiful,” she whispered. “The way you look at me, touch me.” “I want to touch you and look at you more, give you pleasure,” I said, dragging my hand away from her breasts, over her midriff and onto the zipper of her shorts. “I want to touch you here.” Pressing my hand over her mound, I absorbed the heat and shape of her pubic bone. She gasped and melted into me. “But someone will see us.” “There’s no one here.” I pulled back, looked around and then down into her face. Her eyes returned the same desire I was feeling, her lips slack and moist. But she also looked anxious. “No one will see. I promise,” I said. 


AVAILABLE FROM AMAZON/AMAZON UKFREE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED

Some Sexy Action ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS134

Out Now - DESSERT - An erotic romance story told from the male point of view! Can be enjoyed by ladies, gents or read as a couple.
    * * * *
Nyotaimori was new for me, eating my dinner off a beautiful naked woman an experience I’d never been lucky enough to indulge in. So when a customer treated me to a meal at The Geisha Plate it was an effort to keep my cock under control and my focus on the food. Damn, it had been a while!
But control myself I did—until, that is, the spice levels cranked to boiling point and dessert turned out to be a mind-blowing, soul-twistingly delicious blowjob. I instantly craved more.
Plus I’m not a guy who likes debt. I had to return the favor by hook or by crook; it was an urge that threatened to consume me. Luckily my lovely Geisha girl turned out to be the sweetest woman I’d ever had the pleasure of pleasuring, and her healthy appetite for getting raw and naked with me for starters, main course and dessert turned out to be a wild ride for my every fantasy, and enough to keep me more than satisfied in every department.
Please note this book was previously published with a different cover.



AVAILABLE FROM AMAZON/AMAZON UKFREE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED

OUT NOW! DESSERT

Dessert - An erotic romance story told from the male point of view! Can be enjoyed by ladies, gents or read as a couple.
                                                

Nyotaimori was new for me, eating my dinner off a beautiful naked woman an experience I’d never been lucky enough to indulge in. So when a customer treated me to a meal at The Geisha Plate it was an effort to keep my cock under control and my focus on the food. Damn, it had been a while!
But control myself I did—until, that is, the spice levels cranked to boiling point and dessert turned out to be a mind-blowing, soul-twistingly delicious blowjob. I instantly craved more.
Plus I’m not a guy who likes debt. I had to return the favor by hook or by crook; it was an urge that threatened to consume me. Luckily my lovely Geisha girl turned out to be the sweetest woman I’d ever had the pleasure of pleasuring, and her healthy appetite for getting raw and naked with me for starters, main course and dessert turned out to be a wild ride for my every fantasy, and enough to keep me more than satisfied in every department.
Please note this book was previously published with a different cover.
AVAILABLE FROM AMAZON/AMAZON UKFREE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED