A kiss I'd forgotten...(extremely NSFW)

I find myself editing two books at the moment, one final edits, one to turn in for consideration. The weird part is I am not writing during this period of time. For once I did not know which book was 'on deck' when I finished the last one. So I asked openly on Twitter and Facebook if anyone had any suggestions. I was shocked when a number of people weighed in that they wanted the next (the fourth) zombie exterminator book!

Who knew! I thought I was the only person who loved Poppy and the boys. Anyway, the beauty part of this is the last book (Lunatic Fringe: book 3) came out October, 2011. Which means, I have some brushing up to do. Which is how I find myself reading my own paperback compilation and holding my breath because I have forgotten the majority of it and it seems brand new to me. I find myself discovering scenes like the one below. Which is EXTREMELY NSFW by the way!

Snog away on this Sunday Snog friends. For more kisses go HERE to Victoria Blisse's site.

From No Guilt: Zombie Exterminator Book #2 by Sommer Marsden:

I’d never felt more naked than with both of their eyes on me. Never. Garrity sat on the bed, still wearing his jeans and his button down. His bare feet looking shockingly white to me on the hardwood floor.

He pulled me in, his fingers wrapped around my wrist, and I dropped into his lap so I wouldn’t fall. I sat there, feeling small and unsure, as Nick came forward. For some reason, now that we were facing the fucking time, so to speak, I thought of him as Nick and not as Cahill.

“Spread your legs, Poppy,” he said and took one finger and pushed my right knee open just a bit.

My mind relayed the fact that I could feel Garrity’s cock hard inside his jeans, pressing to the cleft of my ass. I felt like an observer. I could feel what was going on in my body, but part of me had detached to simply see what I could see. A voyeuristic part.

Nick dropped to his knees and put a hand on each of my knees. His hands felt rough on my skin, rough but warm. He leaned in, inhaling the scent of me and that act alone made me wetter. I felt a small bit of fluid slip from me and when he pressed his lips to the inside of my thigh, a bit more.

“You smell sweet,” he said to me and turned his face to the V of my sex. His tongue found me, parted me, delved into me. He dipped the tip of his tongue into my pussy and then painted my liquids along my swollen clit. I could feel my heartbeat in my pussy.

“She is sweet,” Garrity said more to me than to Cahill. His hands cupped my breasts, and he rolled my nipples between his thumb and finger. My cunt flexed in sympathy with my tender nipples.

Cahill pushed my legs a bit wider, Garrity reached down and held them apart. The way he held me open for Cahill almost ended it right there. I almost came. Watching his palms flush on my skin, holding me wide as we both watched Cahill eat me. His tongue licking with even, proper strokes and then, every once in a while, he’d suck. His mouth would gather the hard knob of my clit like some small fruit, and he would suck so that I felt the curl of near-release in my pelvis, in my belly.

“Where am I?” Nick asked. His finger slipped into me, curled. A second plunged deep and he curled them in tandem. I shivered against Garrity, my body so, so close. It was nearly unbearable. It was perfectly insane.

“Mouth or pussy or…” Garrity was addressing me. I blinked.

“What?”

“Where do you want us? Who goes where?” He laughed softly, and I felt myself blush.

“I want Nick in me,” I said. “Just this once,” I rushed to say.

Nick sucked my clit right then, bit it hard enough that I hissed, and on the tail end of that hiss, I came. My body going taut and then loose as the warmth flowed through me like an internal flood of honey and fire.

“It’s okay, Pops,” he said to me.

“And you. I want you—“

I shook my head.

“Where?”

I shook my head again. I could want it. I could think it. But I couldn’t say it.

“Where do you want Chris?” Nick said, sitting back on his haunches. He unbuttoned his jeans and started about the business of getting naked.

I couldn’t look away. I remained mute, watching, not talking.

“In your ass?” Nick asked.

I nodded one time and felt Garrity jolt just a bit under me. I hadn’t actually told him that part. We had joked about anal, but never even talked seriously about it. It had just been a joke and nothing more. He hadn’t seen it coming, poor thing.

“Really?” he asked against my throat, his hands held me to him as Nick continued to undress. I felt prim and proper with my hands folded in my lap and his folded on top. We waited, and it didn’t escape my notice that his cock was still hard. Impossibly hard.

“Really,’ I said. “Is that okay?”

This time his laughter was big, and he tried to mute it. “Yeah, babe. That’s okay.”

Nick bounded onto the bed and sprawled on his back. Hair standing in spikes from my hands making a quick tour of his scalp as he’d tasted me. His cock stood up against his belly, hard and ready and flushed with blood. His green eyes glittered in the low light.

God, how I wanted him. And for the first time, it was okay.

Garrity urged me to him and Cahill’s hand dipped under the pillow. He pulled out a condom and worked the package. Before he was able to roll it on, I darted forward and sucked his cock into my mouth, hearing Garrity blow out a breath behind me. I had worried he’d sound angry. He sounded turned on beyond belief.

His hands settled on my hips, and I took my time now. I ran my mouth up and down the length of Cahill’s hard-on as he watched me with those gorgeous feline eyes. I had always thought that about them. Garrity’s eyes reminded me of a wolf. Alert and wise and watchful. Cahill’s of a cat, lazy, assessing and entitled.

Those eyes were on me now and from behind I felt the fingers of the man I love push into my cunt and start to thrust. Garrity fucked me with his fingers as I swallowed his friend down, getting Cahill’s cock as far into my throat as I could. When I couldn’t stand the wait any more, I raised my head and then dropped my forehead on Cahill’s belly.

“Now, now,” I said to them. “Before I lose my nerve or my mind.”

“Final chance to back out,” Nick said and waved the condom at me with a smile.

“Put it on,” I said.

“Good girl,” he answered and touched his finger to my lip for a moment. It was an affectionate gesture, and it made me feel safe.

It was Garrity who guided me to a straddling position over Cahill. His hands were on my hips as I sank down on our friend, letting him penetrate me. Odd, but I had thought it would be Cahill or me to do that part of it, but it was Garrity, and it made it that much better.

I stilled when Cahill was deep inside of me. The lube that Garrity had rummaged for was a cool kiss of liquid to my back hole. His finger pushed in smoothly but slowly. I held my breath and from under me Nick whispered “breathe”. So I blew out and inhaled a great gulp of air. Garrity added a second finger.

My eyelids drifted closed and my mind opened up. In my head I could see me from above, impaled on one man, opening like some exotic flower to the other. When he added a third finger and my cunt clenched up around Cahill, I sighed.

“Go on, Garrity,” Cahill said, reaching up to touch my face. “She’s ready. She can take it. Can’t you, Pops?”

“Yes.”

So Garrity pushed the head of his cock to my ass. I felt the sting-pinch-bite of penetration, but he froze for a moment, letting my body accept his intrusion. Letting all of me accept the presence of not one man, but two. And when it did—when I went soft and ready for the both of them—Garrity started to move.

He fucked me slowly, the lube working wonders for the orchestration of it all. He moved into me from behind as Cahill thrust up from under me. I was bursting at the seams. I was full and light and floaty and anchored. A living breathing paradox made of flesh and blood. I was caught between two men who cared about me. One who loved me deeply, one who wanted to please me. Both would keep me safe.

It was the feeling of freedom.