Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Hot teenaged sex at the beach (MASTERS AT ARMS)


Today, I sent MASTERS AT ARMS, the prequel to my RESCUE ME contemporary series of erotic romances, off to my editor to have her way with it. 

Then I realized you haven’t met the third heroine in the trilogy (whose story will be told in NOBODY'S PERFECT in early 2012). Savannah Gentry is wealthy, beautiful, and hiding a secret that isn’t talked about in the circles her family moves in—incest. The evening before this scene takes place, Damián Orlando rescues her from a dangerous situation in a hotel room with clients of her father's. Damián can’t help himself, even though the last time he rescued a woman (his big sister), he wound up spending eighteen months in juvenile detention.

This scene takes place the next day between the two 19-year-olds in a cave at Thousand Steps Beach (Laguna Beach, Calif.). No, that above photo wasn't taken there, but inspired me nonetheless. Neither wants to go back to their real worlds. where he’s been escaping since he’s had wheels. The beach cave holds a special memory for Savannah, as well, although at this point in the prequel, she only recognizes it as her safe place—where she goes in her mind to escape her father’s and his clients abuses.

The scene has just shifted into Damián’s point of view. Enjoy my hot Chicano master-to-be and his “Barbie” doll! (When he first saw her the day before in a restaurant where he works, he described her as follows: “The man in the suit sat with a gorgeous blonde who reminded him of his little sister’s Barbie doll—the one he decapitated when they were playing dolls and dragons as kids.” I remember my own kids, a boy and a girl, playing together and there were headless Barbies everywhere, although my son preferred dinosaurs to dragons.)

Grab a fan and enjoy! Unedited excerpt from Chapter Three, MASTERS AT ARMS (to be released August 2011):



 
Damián brushed the wetness away from her cheeks. Tears? Why? “What’s the matter, querida?”
She shook her head and more tears spilled from the outer corners of her eyes. “Just kiss me,” she whispered.
He had no idea what had happened to the mood from when she’d been giggling on the beach. But the hard-on he’d been fighting against since he’d held her last night demanded he worry about all that stuff later. Right now, he held the most perfect woman in the world in his arms. She wanted to be kissed. By him. Before she vanished into thin air, he would give the lady what she wanted.
His head lowered to hers, capturing her lips. So sweet—better than honey on sopapillas. He drew her lower lip between his teeth and into his mouth, sucking gently. When she moaned and pressed her pelvis against his, he decided he wouldn’t be able to slow this down. He needed to be inside her. Now.
Mierda. How would he ever last long enough to make it good for her?
His tongue entered her softness, then he sucked her sweet tongue into his mouth. He held her lower back with one hand, pressing her body against his hard-on. With his other hand, he brushed his fingers down her arm, then reached between their bodies to cup her tit. So full. Firm. Her nipple was rock-hard even before he squeezed it. Her hips jolted toward his.
Damn. He needed to feel her naked skin against his. To see her beautiful body in this setting, erasing the image of the grotesque position he’d found her in yesterday. He wanted to see her hot and writhing beneath him, waiting for him to please her.
Stepping back, he took the towel from her and spread it open on the wet sand to protect as much of her skin as he could. Then he unzipped his leather jacket with shaking hands and slid it down her arms. Rolling it into a pillow for her head, he placed it near one end of the towel.
He reached down with both arms and pulled the hem of her dress up. She lifted his arms to aid him in removing her dress. His dick pressed painfully against his zipper. Precum wet his jeans.
Jesús. Please let me last long enough to make it good for her.
He reached between her breasts to unhook her black lace bra. Her breasts spilled out and he cupped them. She had bruises from the ropes last night. He hoped he wasn’t hurting her. His brown skin against her snow-white breasts caused his dick to strain even more. Then she skimmed her panties down her legs, careful not to pull at the bandages on her thighs. He throbbed when he saw her natural golden triangle of soft curls.
Mierda. The only thought remaining in his brain was how much he needed to bury himself inside her. But he froze, unable to keep from staring at her body. Perfection. Her nipples became swollen, begging for attention. He bent down to draw one hard peak inside his mouth, flicking his tongue against it, causing her nipple to swell even more. She hissed air between her teeth, grabbing him by the sides of his head, causing his dick to throb even harder. His hand cupped the neglected other peak and he rolled it between his fingers. Hard. She gasped, tilting her golden triangle against his zippered fly. His dick pulsated even more.
Madre de Dios, he couldn’t wait much longer. Maybe if he kept his jeans on, he’d be able to stretch this moment out. Pressing her down onto the towel and his jacket, he kissed her lips again, his hand skimming lightly along her abdomen as he sought the downy curls between her thighs. His finger stroked between her outer lips and she opened her legs for him. Wet. Her pussy was so fucking wet.
Pulling away, he looked down at her.
“I’m sorry. I can’t wait. I need to be inside you.”
She smiled and nodded, reaching down to grab his dick through the denim.
He pulled away. “If you touch me like that, I’m not going to last until I get inside you.” He quirked the corner of his mouth and shrugged. She released him and smiled.
“Open for me, querida.”
When she spread her wings wide for him, like the beautiful mariposa she was, he felt pride surge in his chest. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. How had something so delicate, so perfect, flitted into his life?
Knowing this moment would be fleeting, in more ways than one, he planned to create enough memories to last a lifetime.


Comments and critiques welcome! See cover art and another excerpt from MASTERS AT ARMS that includes Master Damián years later here. Savannah won't come by into his life for many more years and many secrets, old and new, will be revealed.


7 comments:

  1. Wow, this is smokin', Kally. Great post!

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  2. Caliente! My only comment is that the word 'dick' is so hard compared to the soft, hot passion you have created.

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  3. I absolutely enjoyed this scene! The whole story in its entirety! Thanks for sharing your world with me, Kally! Loved this post!

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  4. Glad you enjoyed it! (And, thanks, Lani, for helping me pinpoint which scene to post!)

    Tami, I agree, but it's intentional. Savannah is cultured, well-educated, refined. She's led a horrible life, not unlike Damian's. But Damian is a boy of the streets. Spent 18 months in juvie. Very rough around the edges. (Then he joins the Marines!)

    But, as I hope readers will see, Damian has a huge heart and is such a hero--very protective of the women in his life. I love writing complex characters who have both rough and smooth edges about them.

    I must say it took some getting used to for me to write using such language. (You should hear the way these Marines talk in my head!) lol

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  5. Thanks for the reply and letting me know about this link! :)

    ~Xakara

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  6. Love it Kally!! Can't wait to read the rest!! ;)

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