This is a scene from Wicked Games by Samanthe Beck

Hero: Ian a Homicide detective. Dumped a month ago but still in love. When he gets word his ex-girlfriend is being threatened, he goes to her party to make sure she is safe. And by ‘safe’ I mean, sexually satisfied.

Heroine: Stacy, ex-stripper turned famous actress. She dumped Ian when he asked her to move in with him and to meet his parents. She loves him but fears commitment. She has been receiving threatening letters. When Ian shows up she realizes what she has been missing…his cock his love and protection.

In this scene, they are both in costume and pretending not to know who the other is.

“Christ, I’ve missed yo…a good blow job.”

She would have smiled if her lips weren’t otherwise occupied. Whoops, Ian, almost blew it, didn’t you? The fingers in her hair tightened. He didn’t use the hold to take control of the depth or pace of the proceedings, but she could tell he wanted to. So it surprised her when he suddenly let go.What the…?

He leaned over her, more or less pinning her head between his lap and his torso, and lifted the hem of her skirt. He tucked it up into the back of her dress.When he had her bare from the waist down, save for the thong, he straightened and groaned, which she guessed might have been in combined appreciation for the view he’d just arranged for himself in the mirror behind her and the feel of his entire dick cradled securely in her mouth. She kept her lips tight, hollowing her cheeks to suck him as hard as she could. Because she knew she had an audience, she flexed her glutes at the same time.

“You’re spectacular,” he muttered as she reversed course at a leisurely pace.

When she reached the top, she looked up at him, ready to try her hand at some other head games.

“Did you like that, nice and slow and steady? Or do you want it faster and deeper?” She knew exactly how he wanted it.

“Jesus. Faster and deeper.”

“Please,” she prompted.

“Please,” he managed through a clenched jaw. “Faster. Deeper. Please.”

The “please” sent a burst of triumph through her. In reward, she gave him faster and deeper. He cupped the back of her head and simply rested his hand there, unbelievably gentle, considering the violence of the breaths exploding from his lungs.

She didn’t want gentle tonight. She wanted him thrusting and pumping and so desperate to come that he lost all control. So she teased him, ruthlessly, sliding her mouth up his length to the very tip and letting him hang there, just barely captured between her lips. Then she waited.

He cursed. She smiled, and he slipped another precious millimeter.

“I won’t do it,” he ground out. “I don’t…fuck—” He grabbed the seat with both hands, lifted his hips, and chased after her retreating mouth. She repaid his efforts by taking him in again, all the way, and giving him a good hard suck as she made her journey back up.

It took a few more round-trips, but finally she had him perched at edge of the chair. She reached into his bunched-down shorts and found the boys. Continuing to torture his shaft with her mouth, she jostled and squeezed his balls. Conflicting, almost inarticulate words reached her ears. “That’s so good…so fucking amazing. I can’t take anymore… Christ, okay a little more.”

I really enjoyed this story. I’ve never read Samanthe Beck but I will definitely be checking out her other work.

This is a Halloween themed erotic anthology also featuring stories from Katee Robert, Cari Quinn (loved Cari’s story!), and Tessa Bailey (a continuation of Derek and Ginger – so dirty and good!!).

I’ll be posting the full review this week!

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