A Rose is Pricked (MFM) (MF)

A Very English Rose

Luminosity Publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 39,500
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How to get a best friend into deep trouble . . .

Rose Brooke is conflicted; horny, but committed to both her boyfriend and her best friend Becky, she agrees to go on a double-date to help Becky ensnare part-time lover Jake.

But when the handsome Jake turns up with an equally handsome friend, and the alcohol takes its toll on Rose’s self-control, the eighties theme party moves into the realm of the naughties.

Reader Advisory: Contains nudity and grown women (who ought to know better) dressed as naughty schoolgirls.

PUBLISHER NOTE: M/F and M/F/M Contemporary Erotic Encounters. 39,500 words.

A Rose is Pricked (MFM) (MF)
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A Rose is Pricked (MFM) (MF)

A Very English Rose

Luminosity Publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 39,500
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Becky wagged a finger. “I hope you boys aren’t planning to take advantage of me.”

“Of course not,” Adam said, genuinely shocked.

“Oh? Why not?” Becky jammed her hands onto her hips and pouted.

“Because we’re not those kind of—”

“I was joking, dude.”

Jake nodded. “Adam, I think our young friend might be hinting at something.”

“Yes, I gathered that.”

“Why don’t you loosen her clothing? Help her cool down a little.”

“Me? Are you sure?”

“You heard the lady. She wants you to stay. We should all get cozy.” He slipped off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair. But when he reached for the buttons on his shirt, Becky stumbled across, wagging her finger.

“Tut, tut! My job!” Jake and Adam exchanged glances as Becky fumbled at Jake’s shirt buttons. Still cautious, Adam walked over and put his hands onto Becky’s waist.

“You can get closer than that, big boy,” she chided. Encouraged, he pressed himself against Becky’s barely covered buttocks. She glanced back at him and grinned. Slowly, deliberately, she ground her cheeks against his crotch. Adam’s hands followed her slow, sensuous movements as he slid them round her waist.

When Jake’s chest was exposed, Becky bent forward to kiss below his throat. At the same time, she pushed herself more firmly against Adam, rubbing her cheeks up and down on his cock. Adam dared to pull up the short skirt and took hold of Becky’s generous buttocks. With only a thong in place, her cheeks were fully bared. Adam’s big hands squeezed and caressed the fleshy globes; he was still unable to believe what was happening.

She pulled Jake’s shirt out of his waistband, leaving him to slip it off completely. Once he’d set the shirt aside, Jake pushed her arms up above her head, then slowly opened the buttons of her blouse, making sure his knuckles brushed against her breasts. Adam slipped his arms around to her front, sliding his hands onto her thighs. When he brought them together at her crotch, he slid his fingers across the thong, pressing it firmly against her flesh.

“Mmm . . . Now, press that hard cock against my butt.” She tilted her head to the side and sighed. Jake’s hands cupped her ample breasts, rubbing them with firm strokes of his fingertips. When he encountered her hardening nipples, he brushed them several times, encouraging them to grow.

Adam grabbed a handful of one cheek and squeezed. His other hand stroked between Becky’s thighs, pressing the material against her lips.

“Your thong feels damp,” he said.

“I wonder why that might be.”

“Maybe I should investigate.”

“Maybe you should.” She leaned back against Adam as he stroked her crotch. Jake’s hands continued to caress her breasts, cupping and squeezing. Her nipples had grown hard enough to show through the bra. Jake bent down and pressed his lips to the red lace. Becky sighed as she was sandwiched between the men, both eager for her body. Adam’s fingers were making small wet sounds as they slipped beneath her thong. His touch was heavenly.

She’d fantasized about being with two men for a long, long time. She grinned at the idea of both men having her. Perhaps they’d have enough energy for more than one time.

Two cocks, she thought. Two. Fucking. Cocks!

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