Losing Inhibitions: Sexy in the Sun (LoveXtreme)

Inhibitions 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 36,751
5 Ratings (4.2)
[Siren LoveXtreme Special Edition: Erotic Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M/M/M/M/M, HFN for M/F/M/M]
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.
Note: This book is written in one point of view.
Note: This book is written in first-person point of view.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Losing Inhibitions: Sexy in the Sun (LoveXtreme)
5 Ratings (4.2)

Losing Inhibitions: Sexy in the Sun (LoveXtreme)

Inhibitions 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 36,751
5 Ratings (4.2)
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Cover Art by Harris Channing




“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.

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