Inhibitions, Volume 1 (LoveXtreme)


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Word Count: 73,973
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Losing Inhibitions: Sexy in the Sun

A pleasantly plump, over worked and over-stressed mid-thirties manager, Jess needs something other than a sex toy and tub of ice cream to ease her state of mind.

Stressed by bullying new management, Jess finds comfort with Jackson, a sexy neighbor and friend of several years, who reveals himself to like men and women, and invites Jess on an all-expenses paid trip to a tropical island. There Jess meets Jackson's "crew", seven sexy studs who have no inhibitions but who all find sanctuary on the island from their tragic pasts. Max, Marcus, Dean, Louis, Raphael, Michael, and Caleb are more than happy to help Jess lose her own inhibitions, and she finds herself falling not only for Jackson, but each of the crew as well.

Jess is invited to help set up and manage a Foundation whose aim is to heal people suffering mental trauma as a result of violence.

The choice to stay with her studs is easy.

Lost Inhibitions: The Next Chapter

The tropical refuge of El Santuario is up and running, helping victims of violence to heal. But the outside world encroaches. Jess and her eight sexy studs’ idyllic island attracts the attention of a psychotic stalker who comes after Marcus.  A ruthless gang of poachers want to plunder the island’s fragile bounty and Jess, Jackson, Marcus, Max, Caleb, Michael, Dean, Louis, and Raphael have to fight off the threats to El Santuario.

It’s not all bad. Jess has her hands full as she continues to bond and fall further in love with her crew of hunky bi-sexual men. Then the crew dynamic changes. Raphael, uncomfortable in a long term ménage-style relationship finds love with a sexy ex-Navy SEAL named Riley and enters into a monogamous partnership. Jess and her crew are happy that Raphael has found his true love.

Sex, studs and stalkers. Not an ideal combination, but Jess will fight for what’s hers and defend her men from danger.

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Losing Inhibitions: Sexy in the Sun


“Morning, sunshine, you look well fucked!” The cheeky comment sounded disgustingly cheerful and alert, considering I was definitely not a morning person and anyone who even slightly resembled cheerful before my second cup of caffeine was definitely tempting me to give them a swift thump on the nose.

I gave a grunt, trying to roll away from the chest. My attempt was halted as a warm male hand cupped my chin, and a hot wet mouth landed on my snarling lips. The tongue which invaded my mouth slid along mine and I growled with mixture of desire and annoyance at the assault.

Fortunately desire won out, or the kisser would we nursing a bloody nose by now. I hummed in pleasure, letting the delicious kiss linger before those hungry lips left mine, a hard hand slapped my ass and the annoyingly cheerful voice was heard again.

I opened my eyes finally, looking up into a pair of vivid blue eyes which I had seen only yesterday. Max grinned at me as he stood beside the bed.

“Time to get up, sweetness, breakfast is ready.”

“I’m on holiday, why do I have to get up?” I snarled at him, struggling to push the mess of hair out of my eyes. I must have looked a sight, with a snarly mouth, bed hair, and no makeup, my eyes still blearily trying to focus in the bright light filtering into the bedroom.

Max shook his head, his blue eyes sparkling merrily as he viewed my les than pleasant demeanour. Leaning down, he bravely placed another hot kiss on my mouth.

“You have to meet the crew, luv,” he murmured against my lips, swirling his tongue against mine as I blinked, losing focus.

“Crew, what crew?” I really was trying to concentrate but that skilful tongue was playing havoc with my ability to focus.

“The crew that wants to meet you, luscious,” he said, chuckling against my mouth, nipping my lower lip before releasing me reluctantly.

I flopped back on the bed, breathing heavily.

“You’re just going to stay until I get up aren’t you?” I realised, wanting to belt him one for waking me up. Despite the really nice kisses, I still hadn’t had my morning caffeine, so he was treading dangerously.

“Yep!” His reply didn’t sound as fearful of my temper as it possibly should. I actually growled, sounding like an angry kitten or something. No wonder he wasn’t running for cover.

With a frustrated sigh, I left the warm bed, wincing as inner muscles protested my movement.

“The shower’s through here, luv, chop chop, time’s a-wasting.” Max grabbed my hand and dragged my reluctant carcass into the large wet room. It looked about the size of the communal showers I remembered from school with three shower heads, and a massive bath tub in one corner as well as a toilet and bidet. It was decorated with cool blue and green tiles, with designs of sea serpents, fish, and sea horses etched into the enamel.

I yelped as Max, appearing to not understand that I was in fact a guest at the resort and not his new toy, shoved me under one of the shower heads and then flicked a lever which pelted cool water onto my sore body.

He joined me, his hard body naked and aroused. Ignoring my squeals of indignation, he proceeded to wash every inch of my body, his long fingers lingering in certain places until my squeals turned to moans of pleasure. I winced as his fingers found my channel, sore from the repeated fucking the day before and through the night.

My libido might be celebrating at the sudden return to active sex with an actual partner, as my Jessica Rabbit vibrator just couldn’t compare, but my body was discovering new muscles in uncomfortable places, which had been over exerted in my sexual adventures over the past two days or so.

Kneeling before me, the shower spray pelting his shaggy blonde hair, Max began to lave my sore pussy with his tongue, growling as he tasted the cream that began oozing onto his tongue, lapping at the sore flesh gently and tenderly until I came twice in quick succession. His arms wrapped around me as I glided back to earth, the shower switched off, and I was hauled gently into the bedroom again.

My brain fuzzy, my body weak and still trembling from the shower episode, I stood like a living doll as Max picked out a bikini from one of the dresser drawers and proceeded to dress me like I was a Barbie doll, or a reluctant three-year-old.

“Coffee,” I whined, still trying to wake up.

Max laughed at me, although his arm around my waist was gentle and comforting as he guided me into the living area of the villa and out a narrow pathway which wound away from the building at the back.

Max had given me a wrap to wear, which I wore sarong style around my waist. Flip flops adorned my feet, and sunglasses shaded my eyes as we walked along the path until reaching a beautiful swimming pool surrounded by loungers with a small bar to one side. There were several regular loungers with one which seemed to be a super king size version, looking like it could seat about four people.

Jackson was sitting at one of the small tables beneath the shade of the bar’s canopy, as well as Caleb and five other men who I had not met before. All were attired in skimpy swimming trunks, sprawled indolently on various loungers displaying the fact that none were lacking in any part of their anatomy.




He gave me another one of those toe-curling lip locks, and we stood in the hallway between our apartments for several minutes making out.  He really was an excellent kisser, and I decided it didn’t matter about labels, either, I simply wanted this man.

“Your place or mine?” he asked huskily, nibbling along the curve of my jaw to the smooth line of my shoulder. We had spent at least ten minutes just kissing, lost in each other, and we were definitely ready to take things to the next level.

“That depends on whether you expect me to share my tub of Haagen-Dazs later, and whether your sheets are clean,”

which was supposed to come out all sarcastic and snarky, but came out breathless and needy, my head lolling back as he pushed the cover up off my shoulders, sliding the straps of my camisole off me, and began to nibble his way down my left tit.

He chuckled sexily, the sound buzzing against my skin, and I shivered.

“Since I gave up on you sharing your hoard of ice cream, and my sheets are clean since I just did laundry, I think we should move this into my place.” I groaned, pressing against him as his lips found the tip of my breast, sucking lightly on the achingly hard nipple and he lifted me with a stunning show of strength, carrying me into his apartment.

I didn’t give too much attention to my surroundings, since he was suckling at both of my breasts now, alternating between the two as he lay me back on the soft mattress of his bed, following me down to lie between my legs as he continued to make love to my chest.

I was moaning almost continuously now, writhing wantonly under the onslaught. Lifting his lips, his expression one of searing lust, he pulled my trousers down, stripping me naked in seconds before standing and rapidly removing all his clothes as well. I watched as he delved into the pocket of his chinos, extracting a condom from his wallet before sliding it on.

My eyes were locked onto his beautiful body. He had a light smattering of chest hair covering his gorgeous pecs that rippled.  His abdomen glistened with pre-cum as his cock had been leaking copiously before he donned the rubber. That cock was a true monster, at least nine inches long and thick, its bulbous head read and swollen. His legs were strong and long and he paused for a moment to look at me.

I shifted, suddenly uncomfortable at his stare, but he growled at my self-consciousness, suddenly moving to kneel my legs, rubbing his warm hands along my thighs to the juncture where my pussy lay slick and needy. His thumbs spread apart the folds of slick flesh hiding my clit, finding the tiny nub and rubbing it steadily. He leaned forward, continuing the sweet assault with his thumbs, and placing his mouth on the soft swell of my belly, licking across the expanse of flesh before swirling inside my belly button. I bucked against him, self-consciousness forgotten, and parted my thighs wider, egging him on.

His tongue licked across my abdomen and my hips, and then feasted again on my tits before he lifted my legs across his upper thighs, the position shifting the hard slab of his cock to sit flush against the sopping seam of my cunt. His head lifted, and he growled low, breathing heavily as he found my mouth with his, sinking that massive cock a few inches into my wet channel as he devoured my mouth with the hottest kiss ever. I whimpered, feeling my inner muscles clenching around that thick intruder, before with a powerful surge, he sank in to the hilt as I let out a scream, muffled by his mouth.

“Christ, you feel amazing. I can’t stop,” he groaned, his body tense with the need to move, but trying to hold back in case he hurt me.

He was panting now, his head lifting and his eyes searching mine. I grabbed the back of his neck, dragging him back, and was soon sucking on his delicious tongue as his hips began to move. We moaned as the fat monster between my thighs travelled back and forth, slowly at first before he lifted my hips higher, my legs wrapped around his waist, and he was soon pummelling my ass with his balls as he fucked me hard and fast.

“Holy shit!” I gasped, whimpering with each slam of his hips against mine.


Lost Inhibitions: The Next Chapter


I was cursing myself for my tardiness, since for the first time in about twenty years I was late for something. What had I been thinking? I wasn’t on an extended vacation. Our guests were people in need of a bolt-hole and counselling. My sex life would have to be put on hold for a few hours until our guests were settled in. I couldn’t even blame the rum!

As I neared the compound I heard someone crying. Frowning, I paused to listen. The sound was coming just off the path and I moved toward it.

My eyebrows lifted in surprise. Dean sat with his arms around his knees, huddled next to a tree, sobbing his heart out.

“Dean!” I knelt beside him, pulling him into my arms and hugging him close. The sobs continued, and his arms went around me clutching me tightly like a lost boy. I rocked him as though he was a child of six instead of a man in his midtwenties. He cried for several minutes before subsiding with an exhausted sigh, his head buried in the crook of my neck. His tears soaked my shirt and his moist breaths shuddered out of him as he tried to compose himself.

“What happened?” I asked the question with a hitch in my voice. His tears had been so heart-wrenching that they hurt me deep inside as I listened to the outpouring of pain.

A pair of aquamarine eyes peeped at me as he lifted his head slightly. Dean had the face of an angel. Longish blond hair, which had lightened to almost white in the sun, fell against his damp cheek. His skin was flawless, never tanning too deeply but over the past few months he had a healthy glow about him. When I first met him he had been quite shy. The youngest of the crew, he was about twenty-four years old and had the most sheltered upbringing of any of us. His parents had died when he was young and he had been raised by grandparents who were both strict and terrified of the ever changing world outside their huge mansion in the north of England.

They died just after he reached the age of twelve, leaving another child to the mercy of a system which failed to vet the people in charge of its most vulnerable. Dean had been sent to a foster home which had turned into his own private hell. Like Harry Potter in the popular wizard stories, he had been forced to sleep in a small cupboard under the staircase of the house. The foster family already had five other children, but Dean had been singled out since he was shy, quiet and terrified of the noisy confusion he had been thrown into.

Five years later the authorities had entered the house to find Dean half starved, bruised, and numb from years of verbal and physical bullying by both the kids and adults in the house. He had not been educated in those five years since his “caretakers” had not wanted the authorities to know what happened in the house. Unbelievable that no one had bothered to check up on a boy who had lost his entire family in just a few years and then had been left at the mercy of a bunch of money hungry bullies. I rarely got angry enough to feel homicidal, but I would definitely feel like hurting someone badly if I ever met up with the greedy bastards responsible for Dean’s abuse.

Fingers were pointed and blame was cast by everybody involved. No one took responsibility until one Jackson Channing Murray took charge and seized a frightened boy of eighteen from the torment, taking him under his wing. Dean was not stupid by any means, and under Jackson’s care he caught up on his education. He suffered night terrors, and once or twice I had been awakened by his screams in the night. I let Jackson tend to him, feeling more confident in Jackson’s ability to reach the terrified boy inside the man. This was the first time I had been there to catch Dean.

My hand brushed the damp hair away from Dean’s face, and I placed a tender kiss on each eyelid, soothing the reddened skin. Tears welled again, threatening to fall and I felt my own eyes fill at the despair in those beautiful blue-green eyes looking at me.

“Are you scared?” I kissed his cheek, smoothing my thumb along his smooth shaven jaw.

“I can’t do this,” he finally whispered to me, his mouth brushing my jaw as he spoke hesitantly.

I looked at him.


“I don’t think I can help these people. I’m not qualified at anything like the others. I’m not an ex-soldier. I’m not an extrovert or a joker or a psychologist. I can’t do what they want me to do.” Dean began to cry again. “I’m stupid, why would anyone want me here?”

I was devastated that Dean felt this way. Here I was grumbling because I’d slept in, and Dean was feeling like crap. He was so quiet a lot of the time that he sometimes got pushed to the back and we all assumed he was okay since he wasn’t telling us any different. My God! How stupid did I feel at that moment?




I heard the slap of flip-flops on the pathway and a tired-looking Dean showed up yawning. Flopping onto an adjacent seat, he rested his head on his arms and dozed for a minute before hauling upright again and shuffling over to the coffeepot.

Jackson and I grinned at each other, stifling laughter since Dean’s attire was somewhat dishevelled. One butt cheek peeked as he scratched his ass distractedly, his shorts hanging off his hips as though they didn’t fit.

“Dean, do you think perhaps you might be wearing someone else’s shorts?” I asked the question with a snigger, since Dean definitely wasn’t completely awake this morning.

He paused, looked down at himself, and grinned sheepishly.

“Hmm, I wonder what Caleb’s wearing?”

I stared at the cute, perky butt cheek peeking out, suddenly in the mood for a bit of peach. Dean’s hair was damp, as though he’d come straight from the shower, and I caught a delicious whiff of citrusy bodywash and the clean, fresh scent of his skin.

Standing, I gave Jackson an enquiring look and he grinned at me wickedly.

We both moved, going either side of Dean’s sluggish form. I sank to my knees, my hands curving around the tight bubble butt, stroking the bare cheek with my thumb before swiping my tongue along the tempting flesh. I felt Dean shudder and pulled at the waistband of his too-large shorts to bare his entire butt to my admiring gaze.

“Hmmm, this peach looks ripe. It tastes fantastic, too.” I licked his other cheek, squeezing lightly with my hands and plumping the mounds into two perky pillows. I rubbed my cheek against them, then bit into one tenderly. Dean jerked, his low moan of pleasure suddenly muffled and I looked up. Jackson had insinuated himself between the counter and Dean, his hands cupping Dean’s face and kissing him hungrily. Grinding his hips against Dean’s, I could feel the change in Dean’s body as he trembled with lust. I bit down again, then licked the spot, repeating the process until Dean was pumping his hips jerkily in response. He lifted one leg, hooking it around Jackson’s narrow waist, rutting against the man. I pulled on the shorts again, dragging them further down his legs. One of my hands reached between his legs, finding not only Dean’s eight-inch nail, but Jackson’s slightly longer meat as well. Both were naked, hot, hard, and seeping pre-cum.

My fingers couldn’t grip them completely, since they were so thick and juicy, so I used both hands and began to stroke them both together. The cum acted as lube and soon enough I heard Jackson’s hoarse groans as he rutted with Dean in my fists, his cock sliding along Dean’s slick and hot length.

My mouth licked a trail along the crease of Dean’s cute butt, and he parted his legs wider to allow me better access. His nuts hung heavy and I licked along his perineum before sucking them into my mouth and rolling them around on my tongue, humming with pleasure at the salty taste. Dean writhed, bucking a little as he moaned into Jackson’s hot mouth. He writhed some more as my mouth made a return journey up along his ass and began licking and biting and sucking on the juicy globes of his ass.

“Fuck, yeah!” I dimly heard Marcus’s deep voice, slightly hoarse and full of desire. I glimpsed him in the corner of my eye, then felt strong fingers rubbing my back. Since I had been swimming earlier, all I wore was a bikini and a short wrap. These were easily disposed of and I moaned at the feel of two thick fingers sweeping along the wet crease of my pussy.

I bit down a little hard on Dean’s butt and he gasped. Licking the wounded area I began pushing my hips against the invading fingers tunnelling inside my wet sheath. I could smell Dean’s arousal, mixed with the citrus and his musky smell, and buried my face in the crack between his cheeks. Biting and licking some more, I found the small rosebud and attacked the guarding muscles with my tongue. My fingers still stroked along Jackson and Dean’s cocks, slick with pre-cum. I gasped as the fingers in my pussy were replaced by the thick head of Marcus’s large dick.

My clit was dripping, my sheath slick and welcoming as Marcus dove inside, his hands gripping my hips as he skewered his thick length to the hilt. His mouth licked a tingling trail along my bare spine, his fingers brushing my clit as he began to move. Withdrawing almost fully, he grunted as he pierced me again, then began to stroke with long smooth thrusts, his balls slapping against my ass with each powerful surge of his hips.

The force of his thrusts pushed my mouth more firmly against Dean’s ass and I groaned again, causing Dean to jerk and then yelp as he came hard, spurting hot cum into my hand and spattering his and Jackson’s belly. Jackson grunted, coming hard as the stimulation sent him over the edge, splashing more cum everywhere. I lowered my head, tasting the delicious cream, then gripped Dean’s hips tightly as Marcus began to power-drive against me, his forceful thrusts hard and fast until I was soon screaming through my first vicious orgasm.

Dean turned, his cock wet with cum and still semi-hard. Plunging the thick slab between my lips, he held my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he began to fuck my mouth with shallow strokes.

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