It’s the eve of a new year. Authors are at their computers right now writing dirty, dirty words. What hot things await us for 2015? We will soon find out. But first, let’s revisit the naughtiness that was 2014. I like to pick books that are very dirty, but they also have to be good stories. There are a ton of books out there filled with dirty sex, but I need more than just that. These books satisfied me (oh yeah) in 2014.
And for a new fun game, I’m including how many times the word “cock” is used in each book. Often when I do Smex Scene Sunday posts or posts like this, I search for the word “cock” to find the sex scenes and figure out what I want to use. I’m always amused by how many times certain words are used throughout a book, so let’s see who wins the First Annual Smexy Cock War.
And remember – as always, these posts are very explicit.
The year Tessa Bailey doesn’t make this list will be the year of the sad boner. But don’t fret – she delivered, as always. I wanted #WeightyErection to become a popular hashtag. Maybe I’ll push it more for 2015.
Without hesitation, he dropped his hand to the front of his jeans to massage his weighty erection. He had to bite his lip to keep from moaning.
His cock swelled so huge against his belly he had to support himself with a hand on the table.
“The first time I tongue you into coming, it’s going to be an apology. The second time will be a reward for waiting.” He fell to his knees and took his first intoxicating taste of Lucy. A growl worked its way free of his chest. “The third time is going to be because I fucking love to hear you scream.”
Cock count: 15
This was my first Rhyannon Byrd book and I fell in love with the controlling, asshole hero and the dirty, over-the-top sex. Give me more Rhyannon Byrd!!
“Cushioned and tight and slick. I want to feel you on my skin. Want to feel you from the inside out more than I’ve ever wanted any goddamn thing in this world. And I swear I’m not feeding you a line. I mean every word.” Lifting his head so he could see her face, he asked, “So you with me? Or do I need to grab my wallet?”
For a moment, she stared back at him as if to say this was total madness. But then her lips parted, and he heard her murmur, “No..I’m…I’m with you.”
“Good.” He pulled his fingers back and aimed his cockhead right for her swollen, slippery vulva. “Because I’m about to fuck you so hard, I don’t think a rubber could have taken it.”
Driven with the need to make this something he would never forget, she greedily sucked on his cock like it was her newest, most favorite thing in the entire world, growing addicted to his taste.
Cock count: 34
Highly recommend the first two books of this trilogy (the third comes out soon). Love Elle Kennedy’s voice (and sex scenes)
The first sight of his cock made her moan. It was long and hard and massively thick, a clear drop of arousal pooling at his engorged head. As her heart pounded like a jackhammer, she curled his fingers around his shaft and stroked him with her fist, eliciting a husky noise from his throat.
“I think I’m in love with your dick,” she announced.
“Then that would make you a bad girl, wouldn’t it? And do you want to know what I do to bad girls?” Reed dragged his own zipper down, the tick-tick-tick of metallic teeth being released echoing in the car. “I fuck them. I fuck them hard.”
[…] A second later, he drove his aching cock into her tight channel, so deep that the force of his hips had their bodies sliding toward the door and Darcy’s head bumping the handle.
Cock count: 48
If you are not reading Carolyn Crane suspense books, you are missing out. She writes the dirtiest suspense I’ve read in a long time. Violent, action-packed and HOT.
“You think this is going to convince me to let you put your loser cock inside me?” She freed her hands and took hold of him, hard as iron in her hand, hating herself, but she couldn’t let him see her bullet wound. “You think I want your huge, brutish cock filling me up?”
She could feel his control slipping. She squeezed him right at the root and a curse ripped from his lips.
“You think I would let a thug like you touch me?”
In a flash he had her on her back on the couch, whiskers rough on her neck. “Get the condom off the floor and open it for me,” he grated, half lost in lust.
She grabbed the condom, ripped the package open with her teeth, and slipped it out. He took it from her and rolled it on, jerkily, arm hair tickling her belly.
Cock count: 27
I’ve liked Alisha Rai’s work in the past, but I think this one is her most erotic – with a very well done heroine and hero.
Can we say – group orgy?
Jacob knelt next to her, beckoning Ty and Remy closer, until they were standing near enough for her to touch. He smoothed a strand of her hair away and pressed a tender kiss on her cheek. “Take out their cocks.”
A month ago, she couldn’t have imagined Jacob knowing what a cock was, let alone saying the word. Dear Lord, he had changed.
Or maybe he had stayed the same. Her perception had changed.
With shaking hands, she undid Remy’s pants first, pulling out his erection and stroking it until he hissed a curse. He was already hard, but that was no surprise. The man was always ready to go. It was part of what made him so in demand in his profession.
“Now the other one.”
He was objectifying the two men, turning them into tools for her pleasure. Tools he could direct.
Desire made her lightheaded. How had such a relatively inexperienced man looked inside her and pinpointed her favorite fantasy?
“I want you to ride him,” Jacob instructed her.
Her breath caught. “What about you?”
His smile was sinful. “I’ll be inside you too.” Weak
She moaned when he ground a little deeper. “My mouth’s empty.”
He gave a wheezing laugh against her shoulder at her plaintive tone. “So fill it.”
Ty’s cock was right there, bobbing next to her face. She turned her head, and he eagerly stepped forward, holding himself steady so she could swallow him
Cock count: 84
I read both this book and Sweet Filthy Boy this year and looooved them. Besides being sexy, they made me laugh.
With a little growl, he moves the rest of the way down my body and stands at the foot of the bed, between my legs.
“Wrap them around my waist. Hold on to me with your legs.”
I do everything he says because I don’t know anything else but that I need Finn inside me right now. He holds his cock straight and rests one palm on the mattress beside my hip, sliding the head just in.
Watching me with his lips parted, eyes heavy, he pulls just out again.
I groan, pushing my head back into the mattress and gritting my teeth.
“I like seeing you so impatient,” he whispers, bending to kiss my collarbone. “You have any idea how you look right now? Dripping wet all over me?”
Sweat pricks at my forehead and down my back. My shirt clings to my skin and so I pull it off, dropping it at my feet. The sound of my hand on my cock is obscene, the frantic clink of my belt in the otherwise still house. Somehow, it makes me harder, pre-come dribbling from the tip to help with the drag, leaving my hand slick.
I think of the last time we fucked and how amazing she looked all tied up, how much she wanted it. Did the cords leave a mark, a gentle abrasion on her skin that was there even after I was gone? I wonder if she’d press on them, make it hurt just enough to remind her of what we did, how it felt to be bound and just knowing that I would take care of her. I’m almost blindsided when it happens, and I come with a choked-off sound, biting my lip to stay quiet as a Novocain numbness spreads heavy over my body. I work through the last of my orgasm, skin slippery as I slide over it in slow, lazy strokes.
Cock count: 33
Great start to motorcycle club series. Sexy, gritty, and I can’t wait for book two.
She moaned into his mouth as his erection swelled at the cradle of her thighs. God. He was big.
The flesh that had been tenderized on his bike ride revved to life once again. She felt wet.
Her nipples were tight little stubs. She wanted his mouth all over her, his skin on her skin, his fingers stroking her slippery cleft. She wanted that big cock, filling her up.
He lifted her against the wall, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He thrust against her in crude motions, grinding her into the concrete. It was good, but not good enough.
Not nearly good enough.
He broke the kiss, panting. Pinning her in place with his lower body, he moved his hands to her breasts. He was rough there, too. After plumping them together to create eye-pleasing cleavage, he curled his fingers into the lace cups of her bra and yanked the fabric apart. Her nipples popped free, nudging his tattooed knuckles. His nostrils flared at the sigh. “I need to fuck you now.”
Cole lay back on the blanket and unbuttoned his jeans. If she thought his body was impressive before, it was dazzling now. His penis was thick and flushed, the tapered head jutting all the way to his navel. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and stroked himself slowly, his eyes on her exposed breasts.
“Do you need some help with that?” she asked, enjoying the show.
He let go of his cock. “It’s all yours.”
She unzipped her skirt and let it fall, keeping the camisole around her midsection. She liked the way it framed her breasts. Then she knelt on the blanket and wrapped her hand around him, thrilled by his girth. He pulsed with life against her curled fingers. His eyes glinted in the fading light as she bent her head to him, licking a salty bead from the swollen tip. Then she pressed soft kisses along his length. She was about to free his balls and tease him with sweet licks when he lost patience, making a tight fist in her hair.
Cock count: 54
The winner of cock used the most times in one paragraph goes to this book.
“Cock.” She blurted it out. “There. I said it. Aloud. Here, I’ll say it again. Cock. Cock, cock, cock. And not just any cock.” She glanced at the paper and dropped her voice to a throaty purr. “ ‘Your magnificent cock, which I long to feel deep inside me again.’ ”
And there is this:
God, she was sweet. Sweet and pink and musky and Izzy. Izzy, Izzy. My own. His cock throbbed vainly in his breeches. As he licked her, he freed it with one hand and began to stroke. Shameless, lewd. Bringing himself off right there on the floor while he pleasured her? But this was what she did to him. She reduced him to a panting, needing beast with no care for civility or etiquette. And she liked him crude and profane. She’d told him so.
“You have no idea.” He leaned close. The heat of his breath rushed over her ear. “You have no idea how tempted I am to ruin you. Right here and now. The revenge would be so damned sweet. England’s precious little innocent, spreading her thighs so wide for my cock.”
Cock count: 15
Another automatic on this list. Love, love this series – and Beyond Jealousy is a M/M/F – here is a peek at a M/M scene:
Cruz grabbed him by the throat and rolled them, putting Ace against the wall again, still grinning, still gripping Cruz’s dick, because the flash of temper proved his fucking point.
When he crashed their mouths together, Cruz told himself it was the only way to shut the other man up. And for a second, he thought even that wouldn’t work, because Ace jerked away, and Cruz knew words would follow, words that would rip him open, show him for what he was. Dark and bent and anything but heroic.
“Get your hand on my fucking dick already,” Ace snarled instead, before sinking his teeth into Cruz’s lip. He tasted blood, sharp and metallic, and growled against Ace’s mouth as he fumbled with the fly of his soaked jeans.
The fabric wouldn’t give, so Cruz ripped off the button. Ripped the zipper, too, and he didn’t give a shit. Nothing mattered but crossing every line that was left and spiking the same furious lust in Ace’s blood that raged through his own.
It was fast. Rough. Ace’s tongue slicked over his, thrusting into his mouth in challenge, and his hand sped up like they were in a fucking race. They were under the spray again, hot water pounding against Cruz’s shoulders, sliding down his arms, the steam turning everything slippery and hot. He tightened his grip on Ace’s cock, working him from root to tip as he shifted his mouth to the other man’s ear.
(That’s only the beginning. This book. So good).
Cock count: 84
This book has an awesome hero. One of my favorites this year. Also – #WeightyErection ALERT
Keeping his eyes on mine, he hooks his thumbs on his waist of his shorts and eases them off, revealing those long, strong legs of his and the weighty cock that has brought me so many hours of pleasure.
And then because I had so much fun with this scene one day on Twitter….
The first touch is a slow, insistent push. I swallow hard, my clit throbbing and my entire lower half clenching. God.
The thick tip of his finger breeches the tight ring of my ass. I moan, my head falling forward. Oh God. What we’re doing is something new for me. Something I never trusted anyone to do. It’s personal, naughty, decadent. I want more.
Watching me with dark eyes, he sinks in further. My lids flutter, pleasure and a feeling of fullness overwhelming me. I’m so hot, so turned on, I can barely breathe. My chest is heaving now, my thighs shaking.
He shakes too, his heavily-lidded gaze never leaving mine, and I know he’s never done anything like this either. He pants like he’s run miles, sweat making his golden skin glisten.
With every thrust of his cock, his finger slides away, then pushes back in as his cock retreats. In and out, a slow, inexorable rhythm of dual attack that gets me hotter. I’m so weak, I can only lie prone against his chest and take it as I shiver and sweat. Our lips brush, our breath shared. I kiss him, trusting my tongue in his mouth, fucking it just as he fucks me. Drew groans. His hips slam into mine, harder, aggressive. Another finger plunges into me, and I whimper. The invasion aches, a sore heaviness that I both want to escape and push into further. I feel it everywhere, running up against my skin, licking down the valley of my spine. I’m going to melt right here, dissolve and sink into his flesh.
Cock Count: 41
The cock-crowned champion of the 2014 Cock War: Alisha Rai AND Kit Rocha. A tie 84!!!
I even went back and recounted and took out all of the “He cocked his head” which doesn’t count as a COCK.
*throws penis-shaped confetti* Congrats to you.
Happy New Year. Be safe. Party on. Read something smutty.