Writing a book can be a bit like making a movie in that, sometimes,  there are scenes that the author loves immensely, but they just don’t work within the book.  This can be because another scene gives the same information.  Or, it could be, like in this case, that the author decides the scene would be a better fit in the book from another character’s point of view.

I originally wrote the scene where Shelby and Austin have sex for the first time from Shelby’s point of view.  However, after several passes, we decided that bit would flow in the story better if told by Austin, instead.  So I re-wrote it.  However, we still love, love, love this scene.  So, instead of scrapping it, we decided we MUST share it with you!  If you haven’t read Trick Play yet, then we hope this intrigues you enough to make you pick it up! If you have read Trick Play, then we hope you enjoy this tiny little extra!

Shelby

Austin’s hands skim up over my back, snagging my sports bra on the way and pulling it off over my head.  I shiver as the cool, air-conditioned air brushes my nipples turning them into hard little buds. I shiver a second time at the heat in Austin’s eyes as he lowers his mouth to my breast.  My back arches, giving him full access.

There must be a direct line of nerves between my breasts and the rest of my body because each time his tongue flicks over a nipple heat floods my center and my flames lick my skin. I don’t know how long he spends licking, sucking, and nibbling each of my breasts.  Forever, and not nearly long enough.  I’m breathless and ready to beg for more when his arms tighten around my waist and he moves forward.

I expect him to set me off of him so he can stand, but instead, he slides off the sofa onto his knees and situates me on the coffee table.  The table is a large, sturdy rectangular thing, so my torso fits, but my legs hang off a bit.

“Shouldn’t we go upstairs to the bedroom where there are condoms?” I ask as he loops his thumbs in the waistband of my pants.

Grinning he pulls away from me and grabs a small carved wooden box from a side table.  Flipping it open he pulls out a condom wrapper.  “I’ve got it covered.  But we’re not going to need this just yet.”

He tosses it on the sofa and returns to me.  He makes quick work of pulling off my pants.  Spreading my legs, he positions himself between them before lifting my feet up so that they are on the corners of the coffee table.

Awkward nerves rush through me.  I feel so open and exposed, and it’s a new sensation. My only experience with oral sex had been the one time the guy I dated in college gave me a couple of haphazard swipes with his tongue that completely missed the mark before demanding I return the favor.  Noah had refused to go down on me the one time I’d asked, claiming that as a chef his palette was too delicate for such a thing.

“Austin…”

“Shh, Loca. Relax.” He drops a kiss on my inner thigh.  “Just relax and let me give you pleasure.”

I open my mouth to say something, I don’t know what, but all that comes out is a breathy moan as Austin’s mouth lowers his mouth to the center of my thighs.  My breath hitches in my chest as his fingers part me and his tongue enters me, licking and probing.  Sensation rolls over me and I grasp the edges of the coffee table as I give myself over to his touch.

I lose track of what exactly he’s doing as wave after wave of heated pleasure washes over me, each one more intense than the last as the pressure at my core builds and builds.  Until, finally, the pressure releases in an explosion of sparks and flames. I cry out as I spasm uncontrollably against his mouth.

I lay there for a long moment, my eyes squeezed shut at the amazing feelings still quaking my body, until I suddenly feel cold and realize Austin is no longer between my thighs.

I open my eyes and look over to see him sitting on the sofa, rolling on the condom.  His crooked grin sends a lightning bolt of heat right to my core when he notices me looking at him.

He crooks one finger at me.  “Come here, Loca.”

I roll off the table and obey on shaky legs.  Wordlessly, I straddle him and he guides me down onto his cock.  I slide down, letting him stretch and fill me, and it feels so amazing.  We fit together perfectly.

We start moving together, slowly at first.  When his mouth closes over my breast again, I’m surprised at how quickly the heat builds inside me.  I feel suddenly wild and reckless, and need more of him, need that release. I grasp his shoulders, my fingers digging in as I use him as leverage and begin moving faster and faster. My hips slam down into his as I ride him, chasing that all-consuming release.  It will only be my third, if I get there, if I reach that cliff and fall off, yet already I’m addicted to it. And to the man who keeps taking me there.

And then, there it is, the edge.  I rock hard into Austin, panting and crying out as I jump into the edge of oblivion.  I can feel his hands tighten on my hips, hear him cry out his own release, feel his cock stiffen and pump inside me.  And it sends me further into the abyss.

Ninety years later, or maybe it is just ninety seconds later, I come back to reality to find I’m slumped against Austin’s chest, my face buried in his neck.  I pull away, and he helps me dismount, and I collapse on the sofa next to him, uncaring of my naked state.

“Wow.  That was…” but I trail off because I have no idea how to describe what had just happened.

Austin grins down at me.  “Yes, it was.”

We stare at each other for a moment and then I become awkwardly aware of both of our bodies, just chilling, naked on the sofa, the evidence of our activities sill in plain view.

I glance up at the dark sky through the windows. “I guess I should go make dinner.”

“Or, we can order in Chinese and I can take you upstairs and see how many new positions I can teach you.”

And just like that, the awkward is replaced with delicious tingles.

“I like that plan.”

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