My kiss excerpt for today’s Sunday Snog comes from my story “Test Drive”. This story is part of the altruistic erotica collection Coming Together: On Wheels, edited by Leigh Ellwood —along with seven other fabulous tales on the themes of fast cars, big bikes and speed. All proceeds from this volume benefit UNHCR, that is, the United Nations High Commission on Refugees.
When you’re done with my snog, head back to Victoria’s place for more weekend kisses.
And maybe you’d like to pick up a copy of the book? It’s for a great cause.
I pulled off my helmet and shook out my tangled hair. “Wow!” My pulse still raced. Between my thighs, I was thoroughly drenched. I didn’t care. “That was just amazing. Thank you!”
Jack gave me a smile without the slightest hint of smugness. “I knew you’d like it. The moment I saw you, I knew.”
He leaned closer, brushing his lips against my earlobe. His warm breath tickled my neck. Sparks skittered across my skin, jumped to my nipples then raced down to my pussy. Cupping my chin in one hand, he traced the shape of my mouth with the pad of his thumb. “So lovely,” he murmured.
I opened my lips. His thumb slipped inside. I pulled it deeper, eager to taste any part of him.
“Oh, Alice! Oh, yeah.”
Pretending the digit was his cock, I flicked at the tip with my tongue, then sucked hard. Jack moaned. I felt the pull myself. My nipples drew into aching peaks and my clit pulsed each time I swallowed.
“God, Alice!” He wrenched his thumb away and replaced it with his mouth. He tasted of coffee and breath mints, sweet and spicy. The honest lust in that kiss fanned my own.
He snaked his wiry arms around my body. My nipples sparked as they mashed against his solid chest. His hands wandered down my back to knead my ass. Shameless, I ground my pussy against the bulge in his jeans. Fireworks lit up my clit.
“You really are something,” he murmured when we came up for air. “You want this too?”
“Isn’t it obvious? Feel how wet I am.” Astonished by my own boldness, I grabbed his hand and dragged it under my skirt. He caught on immediately, slipping a couple fingers under the elastic of my panties and into my soaked cleft.
I writhed in his arms. “Jack—please…”
“Lie down, darlin’. Yeah, that’s right. Just relax now. Leave everything to me.”