Tossed by the storm with Lisabet Sarai

Hi,

Today I’m back with a treat – after two posts in a row that haven’t featured any hot and spicy action on what is supposed to be a sizzling story site, it’s time for a welcome return to the main business – the dirty excerpt! And, boy, have I got a good one for you!

Rough Weather, written by Lisabet Sarai and published by Totally Bound, is out now – and before handing over to Lisabet, I just want say how much I love the banner and cover she’s sent over. I have a particular weakness for the sea and all things nautical, so I just know I’m going to love this story.

Tamsin

xxx

Rough Weather

Destiny hides in the tempest’s heart

 Ondine has always felt at home in the sea. Orphaned at birth and raised by her grandmother on the island of Martha’s Vineyard, she has never really questioned her extraordinary affinity for the watery world. She concentrates on her work as a marine biologist, spends her weekends relaxing among the waves and worries about human threats to her beloved ocean environment. Fears of a deadly pregnancy like her mother’s make her cautious about sex.

 When she encounters an attractive but arrogant engineer on her private beach, surveying the site for a prospective off-shore wind farm, anger is her first reaction. A casual touch, however, transforms that emotion to incomprehensible, irresistible, terrifying lust.

 Ebony-skinned Marut has his own talents—aside from his uncanny ability to swamp Ondine with desire. He can control the winds and summon storms. He informs Ondine that they share a supernatural heritage and claims she is his destined mate. She responds with scepticism and tries to resist the charismatic Haitian, but ultimately her scientist’s training won’t permit her to deny the evidence of her senses—and her heart. As a brutal northeaster batters the island and Marut’s life hangs in the balance, Ondine learns that true power lies in surrender to her elemental nature.

 Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of light bondage.

Excerpt

 “I want to bind you.” Marut brandished a pale coil of rope Ondine had never seen before. He had stripped her of her clothes, settled her on her back on top of the quilt and told her to remain still. Simultaneously pliant and eager, she awaited his next move.

 Standing naked at the foot of the bed, he reminded her of some Nubian Hercules. Candlelight painted flickering patterns on the sculpted ebony of his chest and danced along the length of his massively erect cock. The luscious sight temporarily distracted Ondine from his words. Saliva flooded her mouth as she remembered his hot seed spilling through her fingers. How she wanted to taste him!

 “Do I have your permission, pitit?” He trailed one end of the cord between her breasts and down her belly, making her shiver with delight. She struggled to remain still as he had instructed. “It will strengthen the connection between us, if you trust me enough to render you helpless.”

 How could the bond be any stronger? Already her awareness was attuned to his, registering both his excitement and hisdoubts. One part of her was more than willing to accede to his request. Another cringed, near-panicked at the notion of so completely relinquishing control of her body.

 He dangled the rope end between her spread thighs and drew it upward to lightly brush her pubic curls. Electric pleasure arced down to her core. Her pussy clamped down on empty space. “Do it,” she gasped, as he flipped the rope back and forth across her mound, grazing her clit. The panic fled, drowned in sensation. “Oh, please, Marut!”

 He chuckled, but in delight, not mockery, then seized her wrists with strong fingers and drew them over her head. Lust surged whenever, wherever he touched her. Faint echoes of fear returned with the first loop of rope around her crossed hands, but the purse of his firm lips upon her nipple banished her last reservations.

 A gentle tug on her shoulders told her he’d fastened the rope to the brass curlicues of the headboard.

 “Too tight?” he asked, sweeping the tangles off her brow and smoothing them across the pillow.

 Incoherent with lust, she could do no more than shake her head.

 “Try to get free.”

 She discovered that, aside from a bit of side-to-side wriggling, her upper body was quite thoroughly immobilised.

 “Lovely. Now your legs.”

 When he lashed her ankles to the corners of the footboard, spreading her thighs wide to display her drenched and swollen sex, she thought she’d pass out from the arousal. Once more, she felt the tangible pressure of his gaze as he drank in the sight of her, bound and helpless. The ripe smell of the ocean drifted up from her brazenly exposed folds. She’d die if he didn’t touch her again, soon.

 “You’re so incredibly beautiful,” he murmured. “Beyond my wildest dreams.”

 Lashed to the bed, she couldn’t see him any longer, though she felt the shift as he mounted the far end of mattress. A rush of warm breath invaded her sensitised pussy. She jerked against her bonds.

 “Oh, God. Please, Marut!” A breeze tickled the inside of her right thigh, then fluttered down to her bare flesh to her toes. “Oh!” She squirmed as the stream of air traced the same path down her left leg. “What are you doing? Ah…!”

 He was visible now, a dark form kneeling between her pale thighs as he bent to blow into her navel, then swept the air stream across her rigid nipples. She arched, straining for actual skin-to-skin contact. Marut just grinned and blew into her armpit.

 “Don’t tease me. I can’t stand it!” The tantalizing gusts trailed down across her belly, back towards her sex. Her clit pulsed hard and hungry at the apex of her soaked folds, the centre of her need. He loosed a stream of hot air aimed directly at the aching bud and she screamed at the unbearable intensity of the sensation.

 “Ondine…?” Alarmed by her outburst, he backed away. As soon as he did, she wanted him back.

 “Marut, I can’t bear any more…”

 “Do you think you’re ready?” There was that hint of laughter again in his rich, deep voice.

 She wanted to kill him for making her wait. No, that wasn’t right. All she wanted was to fuck him. That was her single all-consuming desire.

Buy Links

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 Amazon US:

http://www.amazon.com/Rough-Weather-Lisabet-Sarai-ebook/dp/B00IPLDIK0/

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http://www.amazon.co.uk/Rough-Weather-Lisabet-Sarai-ebook/dp/B00IPLDIK0/

 Contest!

 Win a copy of Rough Weather plus a copy of its sequel,  Hot Spell, the book in which Ondine and Marut first made their appearance. To enter, send an email to contest [at] lisabetsarai [dot] com with the subject line “Rough Weather Giveaway”. Contest closes on March 31, 2014.

Bio

 Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – more than fifty single author titles, plus dozens of short stories in various erotic anthologies, including the Lambda winner Where the Girls Are and the IPPIE Best Erotic Book of 2011, Carnal Machines. Her gay scifi erotic romance Quarantine won a Rainbow Awards 2012 Honorable Mention.

 Lisabet has more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by her chosen genre.  She has traveled widely and currently lives in Southeast Asia with her indulgent husband and two exceptional felines, where she pursues an alternative career that is completely unrelated to her creative writing.

 For more information about Lisabet and her writing, visit her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com). She also hangs out at the group blog Oh Get a Grip (http://ohgetagrip.blogspot.com), writes monthly reviews for Erotica Revealed (http://www.eroticarevealed.com) and contributes to the ERWA blog (http://erotica-readers.blogspot.com).

Doing It For the Coach – steamy excerpt!

Hi,

To me it seems as if it’s been a long wait – but that’s only because I’m really excited about this title – my new m/m novella, Doing It For the Coach! However, now at last you can get a glimpse of it too – it’s available for early download on the Totally Bound website, before it goes global on 28 March! So let’s kick off the party with a down and dirty excerpt…

Perry continued walking till he reached the back of the lot and, in the empty space between two cars, he turned to face me. I should have known to be more careful of him. He had weight and reach on me and I knew from Moreno that he’d been an army heavyweight champion. So really, the punch that came at me shouldn’t have been the surprise it was.

I sprawled backward onto the asphalt and put a hand to my jaw. Goddamm, it hurt. My brain was still reverberating in my skull and my vision was blurred as he stepped forward and stood over me.

“Now tell me what the fuck you want, soldier,” he said in a parade-ground bark.

I struggled to my feet and stood to attention in front of him.

“I want to make it on to your Nationals squad, sir.”

This time when he swung at me, my fists were up and I was able to deflect the blow, but the power in it still made me take a step backward. The coach came forward, menacing, making the most of his physical advantage.

“No, boy, I’m not talking about that bullshit. I mean what do you want from me? Here, now?”

My heart flipped in my chest and my balls pulled up tight as if they wanted to retreat right inside my body. I could hardly breathe.

“Fucking tell me,” he growled, drawing himself up to his full height. His right arm was twitching to pull back in a punch.

I was speechless. I couldn’t say it. I stood in front of him, trembling, as a hard-on pushed out against my jeans. I wondered if I was flushing my boxing future down the drain.

“I know what you want,” he said.

He put his hand to his crotch suggestively.

I nodded and dropped to my knees. Please, God, I needed him now. I wanted this man more than I could ever remember wanting anybody. I wanted him to stick his cock in my mouth, deep into my throat, and come there and I wanted him to flip me over and fuck me till I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. A small moan escaped my mouth.

Virgil Perry laughed and disappeared around the back end of a dark SUV. I scurried after him. Now we were well out of sight if anyone came into the parking lot.

“Back on your knees, soldier.”

Perry was leaning against the rear of the vehicle and I could hardly see him in the dark shadows. I knelt in front of him and stretched out my hands, feeling for the top of his pants. He didn’t stop me when I hooked my fingers into his waistband and let them brush against his rock solid abs, he simply threw his head back against the rear of the SUV and pushed his hips forward.

“Get the fuck on with it,” he said.

I didn’t waste another moment. I unbuttoned and unzipped him and slid his pants and his shorts down to his knees. My hands went to his cock and when I felt the weight of it pushing up against my grip I had to gasp. It was thick and long, as big as any I’d come across, and it was as soft as velvet. An iron piston in a velvet glove. I stroked it gently to feel its length, wondering if my hand would ever reach the end of it. I was beside myself. This was way better than anything I’d dreamed of. A beautiful, warm, twitching cock in my hands. I needed to get it into my mouth.

I leaned forward and let the head brush against my cheek. There was a low rumble of impatience in the coach’s throat. I slipped my lips gently over the end, holding it steady with two hands on the shaft, and with the tip of my tongue I felt for the tiny slit at the apex. I pushed against it, and as I did Perry’s legs suddenly braced. He was ready for what I had to give and so I started the buildup. First my tongue, licking, swirling, rasping on the most sensitive tissue at the end of his cock, tracing a path down the long, thick shaft, twisting against the thick trunk. My lips sucking and encircling, releasing and blowing, whispering across the warm skin, feeling the bulging veins, the soft rim that delineated the head. My teeth nipped and bit and scraped up and nibbled down. And each time I explored, I took the coach’s giant cock a little bit farther into my mouth.

Saliva was running down my chin and dripping off the tip of his cock. My hands moved from his shaft to his hips to his balls and back again. I massaged his balls, tightening my grip as I sucked his cock into my mouth, scratching them and rolling them against each other until I felt the man trembling beneath my touch.

He pushed his hips forward and, as I let my throat open to him, he really began to fuck me. I clung on to him, looping my arms around his buttocks, and he thrust his hands into my hair and grasped it till I thought he would tear it out. My being able to breath wasn’t a priority to him and he plunged again and again, in and out, lubing my mouth with his salty pre-cum, grinding his cock into my face, rubbing it against my teeth and diving deep to where my throat tightened around it and gave him the traction he needed. It was so much better than all the times I’d run this scene in my imagination.

Available now from Totally Bound

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Superotica Valentine – Day 12

Doing it for the Coach is my hot-as-hell new m/m novella – available from Totally Bound on 28 February! Here’s a taster:

So, like I said, my dreams that night were of Virgil Perry.  That moment in the locker room, when he’d been staring at me stripping off.  But in my dream, when I got down to my briefs and reached for the boxing trunks, he stopped me with a hand on my wrist.

“All the way, soldier.  Show me what you got.  I need to see the whole package.”

Trembling, I pulled down my briefs and kick them away across the floor.  As I stand naked in front of him, I can feel the stirrings of a blood rush in my cock.  My cheeks flush and I move my hands to hide myself.  The Coach shakes his head and I let my arms drop to my sides.  He goes on studying me for what must be a full minute before he speaks.

“Turn the fuck around,” he says.  “I need to see your back as well.”

I’m relieved to be able to turn away from the spotlight glare of his stare but it makes me nervous to know that he’s standing somewhere just behind me.  My cock on the other hand now thinks it’s got a free pass to get up to no good and I feel the familiar heat of a rising erection, the tugging and the dull ache and the burn in my balls.  My mouth is dry but there’s a beading of sweat breaking out across my top lip.

I hardly hear him coming up behind me until I feel his breath on my neck.

“You got a fine fucking ass there, boy.  Mind if I…?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer.  His hand cups the curve of my buttock possessively, eliciting a grunt from deep in my throat.  I lean forward and put my hands up high on the wall to brace myself.  He spreads my legs with a kick of his booted foot and I feel his other hand alight on my other buttock.  I gasp for air and my cock twitches against my stomach.  Oh God, I don’t mind at all.  I push my hips back in an open offer.

Coach Perry drops to his knees.  Fingers part my cheeks and then I feel – what fucking bliss – a hot tongue running slowly down the crack between them.  My hips jerk but the Coach holds me firm and works his tongue deeper into my slit.  I can feel it pushing against the sides and then circling the tight puckered hole at the center.  My hands claw at the wall as the Coach lubes me up with his hot spit and when the tip of his tongue pushes into my hole, I’m whimpering like a kitten.  He uses his hands to prize my cheeks even further apart and the soft tongue is replaced by a hard finger. 

He works my hole like a pro, gradually stretching it wider, adding another finger, spitting more lube into my crack to make it easier.  Three fingers pull and tug and stroke, cajoling the ring of muscles to relax. I’m writhing against the wall, biting my bottom lip to keep my moans under control.  Jesus, he could get me off like this in a second but I want to hold out for the main event.  I want something wider and longer than a finger thrusting up inside me, taking me all the way, pushing me to my limits.

Finally he decides I’m ready for him and when he pulls his fingers out I almost sob with the anticipation.  God, I need this.  The tip of his cock strokes slowly down my crack and I buck against the wall.

“Steady, boy,” whispers the Coach, placing a heavy hand on my shoulder.

I try to relax again, feeling the cold tiles pressing up against the raging fire in my cock.  I soften my hips and push them out against him, my breathing coming hard and fast as I wait for him to enter me.

“Please…” I moan.

Available from Totally Bound from 28th February.

Hot! Hot! Hot! Look What’s Coming Soon…

Hi,

I’ve had this a while now, keeping it all to myself – my own little secret. But soon I’ll have to send this naughty novella out into the world all on its own – so here’s  a sneak preview of the cover.

Here’s my forthcoming release (I’ll confirm the date shortly), Doing It For the Coach, my first title with Totally Bound.

Mmmmm, aren’t those guys something?

Tamsin

xxx

Superotica Advent Calendar – Day 18

A short piece today from my forthcoming m/m novella, Doing It For the Coach, which will be published by Totally Bound in the Spring.  Private Jimmy Jackson wants to make it onto the squad boxing team—and when he meets Coach Perry, he realizes that’s not all he wants…

Perry continued walking till he reached the back of the lot and, in the empty space between two cars, he turned to face me. I should have known to be more careful of him. He had weight and reach on me and I knew from Moreno that he’d been an army heavyweight champion. So really, the punch that came at me shouldn’t have been the surprise it was.

I sprawled backward onto the asphalt and put a hand to my jaw. Goddamm, it hurt. My brain was still reverberating in my skull and my vision was blurred as he stepped forward and stood over me.

“Now tell me what the fuck you want, soldier,” he said in a parade-ground bark.

I struggled to my feet and stood to attention in front of him.

“I want to make it on to your Nationals squad, sir.”

This time when he swung at me, my fists were up and I was able to deflect the blow, but the power in it still made me take a step backward. The coach came forward, menacing, making the most of his physical advantage.

“No, boy, I’m not talking about that bullshit. I mean what do you want from me? Here, now?”

My heart flipped in my chest and my balls pulled up tight as if they wanted to retreat right inside my body. I could hardly breathe.

“Fucking tell me,” he growled, drawing himself up to his full height. His right arm was twitching to pull back in a punch.

I was speechless. I couldn’t say it. I stood in front of him, trembling, as a hard-on pushed out against my jeans. I wondered if I was flushing my boxing future down the drain.

“I know what you want,” he said.

He put his hand to his crotch suggestively.

I nodded and dropped to my knees. Please, God, I needed him now. I wanted this man more than I could ever remember wanting anybody. I wanted him to stick his cock in my mouth, deep into my throat, and come there and I wanted him to flip me over and fuck me till I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. A small moan escaped my mouth.

Virgil Perry laughed and disappeared around the back end of a dark SUV. I scurried after him. Now we were well out of sight if anyone came into the parking lot.

“Back on your knees, soldier.”

Perry was leaning against the rear of the vehicle and I could hardly see him in the dark shadows. I knelt in front of him and stretched out my hands, feeling for the top of his pants. He didn’t stop me when I hooked my fingers into his waistband and let them brush against his rock solid abs, he simply threw his head back against the rear of the SUV and pushed his hips forward.

“Get the fuck on with it,” he said.

I didn’t waste another moment. I unbuttoned and unzipped him and slid his pants and his shorts down to his knees. My hands went to his cock and when I felt the weight of it pushing up against my grip I had to gasp. It was thick and long, as big as any I’d come across, and it was as soft as velvet. An iron piston in a velvet glove. I stroked it gently to feel its length, wondering if my hand would ever reach the end of it. I was beside myself. This was way better than anything I’d dreamed of. A beautiful, warm, twitching cock in my hands. I needed to get it into my mouth.

I leaned forward and let the head brush against my cheek. There was a low rumble of impatience in the coach’s throat. I slipped my lips gently over the end, holding it steady with two hands on the shaft, and with the tip of my tongue I felt for the tiny slit at the apex. I pushed against it, and as I did Perry’s legs suddenly braced. He was ready for what I had to give and so I started the buildup. First my tongue, licking, swirling, rasping on the most sensitive tissue at the end of his cock, tracing a path down the long, thick shaft, twisting against the thick trunk. My lips sucking and encircling, releasing and blowing, whispering across the warm skin, feeling the bulging veins, the soft rim that delineated the head. My teeth nipped and bit and scraped up and nibbled down. And each time I explored, I took the coach’s giant cock a little bit farther into my mouth.

Saliva was running down my chin and dripping off the tip of his cock. My hands moved from his shaft to his hips to his balls and back again. I massaged his balls, tightening my grip as I sucked his cock into my mouth, scratching them and rolling them against each other until I felt the man trembling beneath my touch.

He pushed his hips forward and, as I let my throat open to him, he really began to fuck me. I clung on to him, looping my arms around his buttocks, and he thrust his hands into my hair and grasped it till I thought he would tear it out. My being able to breath wasn’t a priority to him and he plunged again and again, in and out, lubing my mouth with his salty pre-cum, grinding his cock into my face, rubbing it against my teeth and diving deep to where my throat tightened around it and gave him the traction he needed. It was so much better than all the times I’d run this scene in my imagination.

Doing It For the Coach will be published by Totally Bound in Spring 2014.