[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M elements, voyeurism, pegging, spanking, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
Sophia DiMarco and Drew Snow have everything they could possibly want--wealth, property, and true love. So why do they keep inviting thirds into their bedroom? It's the only way for Sophia to spend time with a submissive and for Drew to scratch his itch for having a man in his bed.
Neal Purcell isn't looking to tie himself down to anybody again, especially those with money to throw around and a dominant streak. He's been hurt badly, and now he only wants to focus on his career as an up-and-coming chef.
When Sophia and Drew hire Neal to work at Sensual Secrets, they have a hard time keeping their thoughts on business. Neal figures he's safe from emotional entanglement with a married couple, so he proposes a casual fling.
Can the three of them overcome the obstacles to find happiness together?
Note: This book is written in first-person point of view.
A Siren Erotic Romance
5 STARS: "HANGING ON 2: SURREAL NEAL has all the alphabet bases covered--MFM, MMF, MM, MF, D/s & BDSM. Even without reading the first book, Hanging On, you will fall in love with Sophia, Drew and Neal as they feel their way through a new ménage relationship. After 4 years together, married couple Sophia and Drew Snow are very much in love with each other…and with their sexual exploits. The celebrity chef and his wife still enjoy inviting a third into their bed on occasion, and when sous chef Neal Purcell catches the two of them getting it on in an employee break room at an awards ceremony, Sophia knows that the young, gorgeous man would be the perfect person to satisfy her husband's need for the occasional man as well as her need to dominate in the bedroom. But hiring Neal at their bakery, Sensual Secrets, means he's off limits to the couple, much to their disappointment. A former Dominatrix and still occasional Domme, Sophia is struck by Neal's natural submission and she can't stop thinking about how beautiful his ass would look covered in her marks. Neal has been burned before, badly, and isn't looking to start any sort of relationship up again, but something about Sophia fascinates him. When Neal offers to join the two of them as an occasional third, filling Sophia's need to dominate and Drew's need for a man, it seems like the perfect arrangement. The three combust when they come together, and Sophia is surprised both at Drew's willingness to help dominate Neal as well as how good this new man makes her feel. As the relationship between the three grows deeper than any of them thought possible, Neal will have to decide whether to risk opening up his heart again or to walk away from the best thing that's ever happened to him. HANGING ON 2: SURREAL NEAL is the follow up to Hanging On, featuring the sexy Sophia and Drew, and it is also the 6th book in the Awakenings series. I was a huge fan of Sophia and Drew in the first book and I absolutely grew to love them even more in this one! Their chemistry is immediate and beyond erotic, and the connection that Neal brings to the table is so phenomenal. I always get really nervous when I read stories about married couples, they have so much more to lose if things go bad and it sometimes gives me a wonky stomach. Drew and Sophia have such an amazing connection and you can feel how much they love and adore one another, and their intense attraction to Neal made perfect sense to me. Sophia and Neal are very much alike, both having destructive pasts that make it difficult to open up and trust others. Sophia has even held her husband at arm's length, but something about adding Neal to their relationship makes her feel...right. Drew is an awesome character, cocky and self assured and comfortable in his own skin. I love that he is utterly in love with Sophia and how he expresses that love on a continuous basis throughout the book. It's awesome to watch him come into his own as a dominant personality as well, especially since he mentioned several times that it wasn't his "thing." The D/s scenes where he took the lead were incredibly powerful and felt very natural, not forced at all. All of the characters are well written and have a depth not often found in erotic romance. As a frequent reader of ménage stories, I appreciated that each of the three main characters had an equal stake in the relationship. Too many times, one of the players feels extraneous but that didn't happen in this book. There is a LOT of sex--wicked, playful, sensual, loving, erotic sex. And it's GOOOOOD. Ms Zurlo makes the reader feel the intensity of a scene, whether kinky or vanilla. If you like erotic romance that takes you into a relationship and makes you feel like a participant or a voyeur, then you'll love HANGING ON 2: SURREAL NEAL. I wholeheartedly recommend picking up all of the Awakenings books too, as they're just as well done as this one." -- Delta, The Romance Reviews
Neal fell asleep three hours into the flight. I didn’t know where he’d stashed his return ticket, but he had it tucked away somewhere. He’d slept at his aunt’s house last night, and we’d missed having him in our bed.
Drew and I watched him, crashed on his first-class seat. We’d been holding hands and chatting, but now we lifted the arm rests, and I scooted closer. He slung his arm around me, and I snuggled my head against his shoulder.
Though he’d woken me early to have sex before we finished packing for our eight a.m. flight, I wasn’t tired. The idea of having Neal to ourselves on a tropical island sent my libido into overdrive. If we’d been on a private jet, I would have ordered Neal to strip, and we would have begun our vacation early.
“I’m glad we invited him,” Drew whispered to me. “This feels different—being with him.”
Yesterday Drew’s parents had come over, bringing Lila, their daughter who lived out of state and had surprised them with an impromptu visit. We hadn’t talked too much about our night withNeal, and by the time our unexpected guests had left, we had been too exhausted to do more than go to sleep.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Very different. I wonder if it’s because he’s only ever been ours together?”
Drew considered this aspect. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s just him. He’s the first one who has made me look forward to participating in any kind of S&M scene.”
“We could do that on the island. I don’t think our room has dungeon furniture. We’ll probably have to go to one of the public areas, and I don’t know how he’ll react to that. He might like to watch us, but I’m not sure if he’d want to be put on display.”
The hand Drew had parked on my hip stroked slow circles through the fabric of the comfortable yoga pants I’d worn for the long flight. “I thought that kind of thing wasn’t up to him.”
This was a conversation in which we had engaged before. I sighed. “Everything is up to him. He has the ultimate veto power.”
Drew thought about it, and I was pretty sure it was for the first time. It wasn’t that he’d ignored me for four years. It was more like the information hadn’t been relevant. That had changed. “Like when he agreed to a spanking or when he showed me how to pull on his sac.” Drew nodded as he made sense of what had happened. “Okay, I get it. I’m not sure I understand this new urge I have to do those things to him.”
I smiled into his shirt, and I knew he felt the move. “You know he gets off on it. The power rush comes from giving him what he wants, but on your terms. Think about how it made you feel to deny him an orgasm and then push him so that he couldn’t stop it from happening.”
Drew shifted in his seat, and I knew he wanted to adjust himself, something he refused to do in public. This kind of talk was turning him on.
“You had no intention of letting him get to six,” I continued. “You set him up to take a spanking, and you both knew that’s what was going to happen. He consented because he enjoys the challenge, but also because he wanted to be spanked.”
With his trademark cocky grin on his lips, Drew leaned over and planted a kiss on my forehead. “I think I’m going to enjoy this vacation a lot.”
She slapped a handful of condoms into my palm. “Take these to Drew.”
I headed to the bedroom, but Mistress didn’t immediately follow. Drew waited for me on the bed, his naked body arranged decadently on his side. His hair was tousled and his cock—this was my first clear view, and good Lord it was thick—lay along his thigh. The sculpted muscles of his physique left no doubt that he worked out daily. I wanted to touch him everywhere with my lips and hands.
He crooked a finger, inviting me closer. I climbed onto the bed and handed him the condoms. He chuckled and let them cascade from his hand onto the sheet. “Sophia has set the bar high.”
I looked at the pile. It was more than a single man could use in an evening if he wasn’t concerned about his dick falling off. “She expects us to use all of them?”
“Yes. She’s insatiable. Now come here and kiss me like you did earlier.”
That kiss had rocked my world. I arranged myself next to him, our thighs and stomachs almost touching, and I kissed him. No tentative foray, no teasing—I dove right in. He rolled toward me, pushing me to my back, and settled his weight on top of me. Our hands roamed, seeking and exploring, sometimes moving quickly, and other times slowing down to savor a texture or reaction.
After a while, Drew sat up, kneeling between my legs. Wordlessly, I handed him a condom. From the foot of the bed, Mistress handed him a bottle of lubricant. I had been so wrapped up in Drew that I hadn’t noticed when she’d joined us.
She laid down on the bed, propped on her elbows, so that her face was near mine. “Do you prefer to be on your back or stomach for this?”
Between my legs, Drew rolled on the condom and squeezed a dollop of lube into his hand. I wanted to see him when he took me. “This is fine.”
She kissed me, a brief bout of passion, and then she moved her lips down my neck and over my chest. Then she skipped the good part and got to her knees. Drew captured her lips for a heated moment, and then she sat back out of the way.
He hiked my legs up to expose my anus. His fingers were gentle as he smeared the gel over and into that muscle. Mistress handed him a towelette, and he wiped away the excess. Then he positioned his cock at my entrance. The pressure almost sent me through the roof. My dick throbbed painfully. I needed to come so badly.
The moment he breached my opening, tingles shot up my spine. I exhaled a hard moan. “You feel so fucking good.”
He grunted. The veins on his neck stood out. He pushed all the way in.
Mistress translated. “He says you feel good too.”
Drew set a moderate pace, fast enough to keep me on the edge without pushing either of us over too quickly. Mistress sprawled along my right side, her dark, damp hair spilling onto my shoulder. She watched us both, alternating between studying Drew’s face and mine. Desire darkened her irises to nearly black.
When having sex with two amazing people, it was difficult to not have ADD. Everywhere I looked was hot and tempting. From Mistress lying next to me, stroking herself, to Drew, hovering above me as he thrust harder and faster. My gaze met his, and he ensnared me. I couldn’t look away as pleasure overtook him and he buried himself all the way. His body shook as he thrust one more time and shouted, spilling his seed into the condom. He withdrew and collapsed, rolling to my left side.
Mistress stroked my hair, moving the locks that were stuck to my forehead. “How close are you?”
Unable to catch my breath, I panted. “Seconds, I think.”
Her mouth was around my cock before I finished speaking. I had been about to assure her that I could hold out for longer, but the sight of her lovely lips wrapped around my dick did me in. Lifting my hips, I thrust into her mouth and came. She moaned, swallowed, and sucked harder, draining me of every drop. The edges of my vision went fuzzy.