By Josie Jax
(Guest Blogger)
What’s your
hottest car-sex moment? I’m sure most of us have been there…in a
cramped back seat with a lover, twisting like a pretzel, and making
the most of every inch of car space.
As an author of
erotic romances for over twelve years, I’ve written countless
lovemaking scenes from vanilla missionary to…how shall I
say…creative, sometimes acrobatic scenes.
During the editing
process for authors, we go through first or second rounds, line
editing, proofing, and so on. When my book was in the proofing stage,
the proofer commented on Twitter about the first in my Tropical Duet
series with Loose Id (Kabana Wild—book 1, now
available; and Jamaica Wild—book 2, coming
April 5). The proofer’s tweets:
“OMgawd
hyena laff
while
proofing
Kabana
Wild”
And:
“I
will never
look at
a sports
car in
the same
way again”
There
is a
lot more
#hotsex
that
follows the
below scene
in the
book (and
in the
book as
a whole),
but here’s
a snippet
of the
sports-car
lovemaking
chapter to
get your
engine
revving. ;)
Now get
mine
revving—share
your
hottest
car-sex
stories!
P.S.
Jamaica
Wild:
Tropical
Duet 2
by Josie
Jax
releases
April 5,
2016.
Kabana
Wild: Tropical Duet
1
Three
people...three depraved plans...one inferno of scandalous pleasures.
Movie
star Mitch Wulfrum is tired of deflecting the gay rumors buzzing
around him. It's time for drastic measures to suppress them once and
for all--even if it means marriage in name only to the first trophy
wife he can get his hands on. And beautiful sugar-cane princess Kiona
'Alohi fits right into his plan.
Kiona
can't believe her luck when she's presented with Mitch's proposition.
Her overbearing father is dangling her trust fund over her head as an
enticement to dump her oh-so-sexy, but oh-so-unsuitable lover,
Nakolo. A bogus marriage to Mitch will net her everything she
wants--money and love, even if she can only have Kol on the sly.
What
she doesn't expect are the sexual sparks that fly between her and
Mitch, or, when Kol catches them together, the heat that flares
between the two men. One scandalously pleasurable encounter after
another fans the flames of attraction, until they begin to dream that
all three of them could have everything they ever wanted--and more
than they ever expected.
An
intricate, fragile web of lies and deceit are all that keep their
wanton secrets from erupting into the public eye. Trouble is, one
scheming photographer named Anjelee has already clicked the shutter
that could ruin all their lives.
Excerpt
He thirsted for her
as always, but how to get his final fill of her in this cramped
little sports car?
Nakolo,
the sunroof… It was as if Pele
whispered the solution in his ear.
“Stand up,” he
ordered.
“S-stand up?”
“You heard me.
Stand up. Remove your shoes, plant a foot on each seat, and stand up
so your top half is through the sunroof.”
Her mouth fell
open, and a sound that resembled a wheeze tore from her throat. He
watched as she blinked, scanned the inside of the car, and looked up
through the sunroof. Nakolo knew the precise moment understanding
dawned on her.
For a full thirty
seconds, she stared deep into his eyes, her own tearing up. She
finally understood his desperation and intense desire to have her, to
reclaim what was his after seeing her with another man.
Kiona twisted,
assuring the car remained in park, and removed her shoes. She reached
for the sunroof’s edge and pulled herself to a standing position.
She was a tall woman, and it was a small car, so with her feet placed
as wide as she could get them on each front seat, the roof came to
waist level.
She set her elbows
and forearms on the roof and leaned on them. “I’m ready,” she
whispered down to him.
He scooted forward
and drew up her dress, stuffing the front hem beneath the garment’s
waistband. And there it was, her jewel—his jewel. Nakolo’s
mouth watered, and his balls throbbed, engorging like a balloon ready
to pop.
“Hemolele!
Mmm, my love, you are so gorgeous, so”—he swiped his tongue up
her slit, eliciting a scream from her—“delicious.”
The flavor of cream
and faint salt burst in his mouth. Holy islands, she was wetter than
the sea. He drew back and studied her toned thighs and the top of the
V they held dear. Except for a small patch of dark curls above her
clit, she always kept her pussy shaved for him so he could feel her
silky lips on his tongue or encircling his shaft. The labia were
smooth and naturally tanned, her nub pink and swollen, emerging at
the top of her cleft like the early bloom of a hibiscus. God, what
perfection!
Nakolo couldn’t
delay any longer. He wrapped his arms around her hips and reached
behind her. Sinking one finger into her dripping-wet puka, he
closed his mouth over her swollen bud.
She screamed again,
this time far louder. He heard her hands slap the roof and rejoiced
when her voluptuous body spasmed in his arms, against his face. He
flicked his tongue over her clitoris while gazing upward through the
sunroof. She was like a siren of the sea. He watched as the Pacific
winds blew inland, tossing her hair in a wild mass, her breasts perky
mounds, her face contorted in ecstasy.
Her pelvis did a
swiveling dance, abrading over his face. She growled, reaching for
that pinnacle that always came so easily for her. Nakolo pumped his
finger faster, adding another, then a third. She spread wider,
accommodating him, coating his fingers with her stickiness. With his
tongue, he thoroughly explored every fold, crease, and little bulge,
knowing the time would come very soon when he would have to yank her
down into the car and plunge himself into her.
She was almost
there, he could tell by the stiffening of her dance and the animal
mewls escaping from deep in her throat. But somewhere in the sexual
blur of his mind, Nakolo heard the hum of a car engine. He whipped
his head around to see a sleek Mercedes pull up behind Kiona’s car.
“Goddamn it,”
he swore when he saw none other than Mitch Wulfrum—the damn movie
star—unfold himself from the driver’s seat and stride toward
Kiona’s car.
Kiona’s windows
were darkly tinted, so most likely Mitch couldn’t see Nakolo. If
Mitch had spied Nakolo’s truck back at Jager’s house, he’d
probably know Nakolo sat in her car. But if he hadn’t peered out
the window at Nakolo’s boyish antics, Mitch wouldn’t know whose
truck it was and might assume Kiona was alone and the truck
abandoned.
Not knowing one way
or the other added an edge of excitement to the unexpected situation.
Nakolo’s loins simmered with reluctant fire. Did he want to be
discovered or not?
As Mitch approached
the driver’s side, Nakolo studied the strikingly handsome face, the
tall, lean body…and the bulge in the jeans Mitch now wore. Nakolo
swore under his breath. Why was it he found the sight of this man
sauntering nearer so very arousing while Kol orally pleasured Kiona?
Where had his anger gone? And why hadn’t he demanded an explanation
from Kiona about her tryst with this man before Kol had dived right
into satisfying his sexual urges?
“Mitch, what are
you—what are you doing here?” Kol heard Kiona choke out.
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About Josie Jax
Josie
Jax is
the new
pseudonym
for a
USA
Today
bestselling
author of
erotic
romances in
various
genres. She
lives in
the Midwest
and dreams
of becoming
a crazy
cat lady
by
rehabbing
an old
barn into
a fancy
mansion for
stray cats
and
stranded
kittens.
Please
visit
Josie’s
website
at
http://www.JosieJax.com
or
feel
free
to
email
her
at josiejax1 [at] gmail [dot] com.
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