Lexxie Couper’s Top Five Sex Scenes…
I’ve written quite a few sex scenes since Shifting Lust, my very first published erotic romance (from waaaaay back in 2005). Everyone is different and everyone means something different to me. When Francesca asked me to share my top five sex scenes I seriously had no idea how I was going to do it…but I loved the idea so I jumped right in. These are snippets from the five I picked. I’m leaving the order up to you guys. Tell me your favourite for a chance to win not only the book its from, but any other ebook from my backlist 😉 (SEE BELOW) And if you’re familiar with my work and think I’ve left a scene from a different book out, feel free to slap me up the side of the head and tell me what book and scene it is and I’ll share a snippet of it in the comments as well 😉
“It takes more than a rock star to rock your world. Sometimes you need a friend. “
“Bandicoot Cove, Book 3”
McKenzie Wood is Australia s star gossip mag journalist, and she s just spied the story of a lifetime: rumor-shrouded rock star, Nick Blackthorne who thinks he s incognito at Bandicoot Cove resort. The word is Nick s a sex addict about to come out of the closet, and who better to lure Nick out than her BFF, Aiden Rogers a pulse-poundingly gorgeous firefighter who is always there when she needs him, no matter the challenge.
Aiden admits it s pretty damned pathetic that he can rush into burning buildings, but not have the guts to tell McKenzie he s in love with her. No way can he tell his best friend he d like to do some seriously sinful things to her, especially since she s never shown one iota of sexual interest.
Nick looks forward to some unfamous downtime in his home country. He s surprised to find his creative muse stirred more like brought to rigid attention by a couple so sexy that all he can think about is the three of them. Together.
Three bodies move together as one, and the music becomes a smoldering beat that rivals the island s heat. When the truth inevitably comes out, the heat might be enough to save three souls or end up just another sinner s lament.
Warning: One plus one plus one equals OMG sex, are-you-freaking-kidding-me orgasms and some serious mind-blowing climaxes.
“I want to make love to you, Mack.” His breath was ragged, his eyes ablaze. “Right now.” He slipped one hand under the hemline of her shirt, his fingers brushing her bare flesh beneath. She sucked in a swift gasp, the contact somehow more electric, more arousing than any she’d ever had before. Of course it is, McKenzie. This isn’t just anyone. This is Aidan. The guy’s had your heart in his pocket since you were kids. Even if you didn’t know it. She whimpered, bringing her hand to his as she arched her back. She wanted him to touch her breasts. Not just touch them, but cup them, squeeze them. She wanted to feel the callused strength of his hands mold her soft flesh, hands skilled in extinguishing heat now on the verge of setting her on fire. She wanted to feel him possess her. “Then what the hell are you waiting any longer for?” she asked, directing his hand up to her breast. Over it. “Oh, God, McKenzie.” He moaned, his body stiffening as his fingers found her pleasure-swollen flesh. He dragged his thumb over her rock-hard nipple, teasing it through the thin lace of her bra. It puckered harder to his touch, as if it too said, “Yes, why have you taken so long to do this?” Her breaths grew shallow, more rapid with every stroke of his thumb pad. But it wasn’t enough. It was torture. “Please…” Like he always knew when she wanted popcorn at the movies, like he always knew when she needed chocolate, like he always always knew when she needed to hear his voice and called her from the fire station, now it seemed he knew exactly what she wanted him to do to her. God, it was wonderful. More than wonderful. It was amazing. Sublime. It was… Right. So goddamn right. His erection pressing to the sodden junction of her thighs, Aidan hooked the edge of her bra with his fingers, and with one swift move of his arm, pulled the lace from her breast and raised her shirt up her torso. He looked at what he’d revealed for a short—and at the same time, agonizingly long—second before his gaze found her face. “Are you sure?” he whispered, the words almost strangled. Was she? This wasn’t just a quick fuck. Not even a one-night stand—well, a one-morning stand. There was no coming back from this. Sex with Aidan. Everything changed after that. Whether it was good or horrendously bad, it changed everything. Horrendously bad? Are you serious? You’ve never felt so freaking aroused, so consumed with…with…hell, so consumed with real pleasure and all he’s done is kiss you. Was she sure? She nodded, swallowing at the thick anticipation rising in her throat. “I’ve never been surer.” The muscles in his body tensed, his nostrils flared again, and then he lowered his head and took her nipple in his mouth. Exquisite pleasure shot through her, and she cried out, her pussy not just throbbing but contracting with such eager want she thrust her hips harder to his body. She’d had her breasts sucked before, but what Aidan was doing… His tongue rolled over her nipple, short stabbing strokes followed by shorter, sharper sucks that sent shards of squirming pressure straight through her. She moaned, fisting her hands in his hair and shoving her sex closer to his cock. “Oh, Aidan…” She closed her eyes, close to sensory overload. “That feels…” “I’m in hell here, Mack,” he growled, his lips and breath hot on her breast. “I want to make this last forever—for as long as I’ve wanted to do it—but I’m so close to coming…” The torment she heard in his voice, the raw truth, flayed McKenzie’s tenuous control. God, why had she never known he felt this way? Why hadn’t she realized she felt the same? Her pussy squeezed a cock that wasn’t there. She opened her eyes and gazed up at him, the pain etching his face, the desire, making her sex flood. She’d always been one for foreplay. Long sessions of foreplay followed by longer sessions of fucking, but Aidan—as always—seemed to know exactly what she needed. She needed him inside her. Now. “Sixteen years of foreplay and I didn’t even know it,” she murmured. Aidan’s jaw bunched, his cock nudging her sex with a jerking spasm. “I fucking did.”
A standalone title in the Cougar Challenge series. Darci-Rae Whitlam doesn’t know which is more disturbing, receiving scads of obscene phone calls—or getting so turned-on by said phone calls. Then there’s the email from her American friend, Rachel, taunting Darci with something called a Cougar Challenge. Just the thought of seducing a younger man is enough to permanently soak her knickers. No wonder her ever-disapproving sister thinks she’s oversexed! Cybercrime Detective Jarrod St. James is investigating a case of stolen identity. He quickly learns the fiery redhead claiming to be Darci-Rae Whitlam is the real deal (his shoulder trapped in the jaws of her gargantuan dog might have sped that decision along). He really should go back to Sydney, continue tracking the imposter who’s operating a phone-sex business in Darci’s name…but the woman proves too tempting. Job be damned, he has to have her. The fact she’s got a titillating challenge to complete only helps his case. Darci just may be the fastest cougar to snag her cub yet. Being the victim of a crime has never been more fun!
He kissed her, plunging his tongue past her lips. She moaned, a little hitching sound he liked a lot. Part frustration, part supplication, part invitation. He understood all too well. Snatching one hand from the wall, he thrust it under the hem of her t-shirt, claiming her right breast. Her bare skin burned his palm, a branding as surely as it was a possession. He squeezed the heavy swell, pushing his erection to her belly as he did so. He’d never been so hard and he wanted her to know what she did to him. She pushed her hips forward, rolling them upward until the junction of her thighs pressed against his groin. He groaned into her mouth, squeezed her breast harder. Pinched her nipple and cupped her breast again. Now. He wanted to fuck her. Now. He tore his mouth from hers, sucking in breath after gulping breath as he stared down into her face. “Jesus, I want you. So badly.” She swallowed, her hands brushing his collar, as if unsure what should happen next. “How old are you?” He kissed her again, a brutal conquering of her mouth. “It doesn’t matter. Consider me tempted beyond control.” She shook her head, fingers skimming his jaw. “I’m not what you think I am. I’m not—” “I know what you are, Darci,” he growled, lips scoring a line up to her ear. “You’re a fucking sexy woman. I don’t give a rat’s ass how old you are, how old I am.” He took her earlobe in his teeth and nipped gently, loving the way she whimpered when he did so. “I don’t care one iota about our age difference.” She whimpered again, louder this time. That he was nibbling on her neck may have something to do with the increase in volume. Or the fact he was rolling her nipple between thumb and fingers. “But the phone call,” she whispered, her hands slipping around his shoulders. He smiled. She may be fighting with her head, but her body was doing its own thing. And he liked that thing. A lot. “I don’t care about that either, Ms. Whitlam. Now let me make love to you before I embarrass myself and come in my jeans.” His utterly shameless statement made her whimper once more. Her arms wrapped completely around his neck, drawing him closer. She lifted one leg and hooked it around the back of his thigh, the action bringing her sex closer to his. “Okay.” The simple response was Jarrod’s undoing. The trust in her voice—the voice of a sex goddess granting him access to heaven. He grabbed her shirt and yanked it over her head, throwing it aside. She stood before him, naked from the waist up. “Gorgeous.” The adjective rumbled deep in his chest, more growl than word. “Insane,” she muttered, a wry smile on her lips. Jarrod chuckled, stepping closer to her. “Insanely gorgeous, then.” He smoothed his hands down her rib cage, luxuriating in the satin warmth of her skin. There was nothing distracting his enjoyment—no bellybutton piercing, no tattoos of butterflies or Chinese peace symbols. Just beautiful skin and a flat stomach. The body of a woman comfortable with who she was. “You have a thing for hyperbole.” Darci’s low murmur made him smile. He moved his fingers to the waistband of her shorts. “Do I, Ms. Whitlam?” He popped the lone button of her fly. She sucked in a swift breath. “‘Insanely gorgeous, horniest voice, fucking sexy woman’.” Jarrod slowly lowered the zipper of her shorts. “Not hyperbole. Fact.” She laughed, the throaty sound making his balls grow heavier with want. “Yeah, right.” He grinned, enjoying their banter. He could talk to her all day. He would talk to her all day. After he did…this. He shoved her shorts over her hips and down her thighs. “Shit,” Darci burst out. Without a word he dropped to his knees, sliding the item of clothing farther down her legs until the denim bunched at her ankles. He skimmed his palms over the finely muscled shapes of her calves, up and down the long lengths of her thighs, his thumb stroking the lips of her pussy through the sodden material of the black knickers she wore. “You seem to have a thing for profanity.” Her eyelids fluttered nearly closed and she studied him through thick, dark lashes bereft of mascara, her breasts rising and falling with her rapid, shallow breaths. “Only since you walked through my door.” He leaned forward, brushing his lips over the exposed plane of her lower abdomen. “Then I best not waste it with idle chit-chat.” He slid one hand down to her ankle, lifting her foot off the floor so he could free her of her flip-flops and shorts. He tossed them over his shoulder, cocking an eyebrow as he did so. “Enjoying yourself?” she asked, the smile on her lips cheeky. “Oh, you’d better believe it,” he chuckled, smoothing his hand back up her leg and under her thigh, lifting it until it rested on his shoulder. “Now tell me, if I suck your clit through your panties, will you moan ‘fuck’?” Before she could answer, he pressed his mouth to her pussy—still covered by its shield of thin black cotton—and sucked on her drenched labia. “Fuck!”
Flying halfway ’round the world to meet his potential soul mate sounds like a fine idea to Dylan Sullivan—until he discovers said soul mate, Annie, has gone looking for him. In Australia. Now Dylan’s adrift, a bloke from the Outback alone in the bloody big city. Until he’s rescued by Monet, a gorgeous local artist…and Annie’s best friend.
A dyed-in-the-wool New Yorker, Monet has never met anyone like Dylan. Taking temporary care of the sizzling-hot cowboy is easy; he’s friendly, funny and interesting. Keeping her hands off him is decidedly not easy. That horny accent, that killer grin…and as a successful artist, Monet is very much a hands-on sort of girl.
Dylan and Monet hold back until they learn Annie is engaged in her own foreign affair in Oz. Then all bets—and clothes—are off. But it can only be a fling. An Aussie cowboy doesn’t belong in New York any more than a city girl belongs in the Outback.
Now if only their hearts would listen.
She should stop him stretching out on top of her and kissing her senseless. She should stop him from lowering her to her bed and undoing her fly with sure fingers. She should stop him exploring her mouth and lips with his tongue as his hand smoothed against her flesh until he cupped the curve of her sex, his fingertips stroking at the seam of her pussy with gentle pressure. Yes, she should do all those things. But she didn’t. Instead, she planted her feet on the bed and shoved her ass off the mattress so she could wriggle her jeans over her hips, all the while continuing to kiss Dylan with a hungry greed she should be embarrassed by. But she wasn’t. Because she couldn’t fight this anymore. And if Dylan’s hands on her body and his tongue in her mouth were anything to go by, neither could he. Annie… Her best friend’s name whispered through her mind. She moaned, part in guilt, part because Dylan’s fingers dipped into her sex and stroked the throbbing button of her clit. Annie. You can’t do this to Annie. Fresh guilt rolled through her, threading through the sheer pleasure of Dylan’s fingers in her pussy. Tainting it. She moaned again, this time from misery, and pressed her hands to Dylan’s chest, giving him a shove. “We,” she panted against his lips, “we can’t, Dylan. Annie…” He lifted his head, and for a split second Monet’s breath caught in her throat at the raw desire in his green eyes. And then the corner of his mouth curled into a slow smile and her breath left her on a shaky whimper of utter want. “Apparently Annie and my brother,” he murmured, teasing her clit with gentle pressure, “are doing their bit for foreign affairs.” Monet gazed up into Dylan’s eyes, heart thumping a little harder at the way he’d stressed the word affairs. “Do you mean…” She couldn’t bring herself to say it. What if she’d misunderstood? Dylan gave her one slow nod. “I do, and they are. Which means I can do this…” He slipped one finger, then another into her sex. Deep into her sex. And he wriggled them. “Without feeling like I’m a deceiving bastard.” She hissed, arching her spine as ribbons of pleasure unfurled through her. “And this.” He lowered his head to explore the base of her throat with his lips. “And this,” he murmured, withdrawing his hand from her wet pussy to inch her shirt over her belly, her rib cage, until he’d exposed her breast to the room and captured her tight nipple with his teeth. He nipped the pebbled tip of flesh, sucked on it through the silk of her bra and then nipped it again. Monet gasped, the squirming tension in her core escalating quickly. She pressed her thighs together, the ache inside her—the need for Dylan to finally fill her with his cock—almost overwhelming her. There was no guilt anymore. No fear of being traitorous to her best friend. No self-doubt or disgust. With Annie and Dylan’s brother doing their own for the U.S. and Australian relationship, there was no reason for Monet to hold back on her desire for Dylan. Her response to Dylan. And by the way Dylan was suckling her taut nipple, he wasn’t holding back anymore either.
Desire like this wasn’t in the script.
Small-screen sex symbol Chris Huntley is on the fast track to becoming the next big action-blockbuster movie star. When his latest movie takes him to Australia for a red-carpet premiere, he thinks he’s ready for anything.
But nothing could have prepared him for his raw, carnal response to his Aussie bodyguard. Sexual attraction to a man is a first for Chris. Now he realizes why his relationships with women have never felt quite…complete.
Liev Reynolds is comfortable with his bisexuality, but his attraction to Chris is an inconvenience he must ignore. For starters, there’s his professional ethics. Then there’s the long trail of female broken hearts in Chris’s wake.
Hard as they both try to keep their minds on their jobs, desire and a little matchmaking tip them over the edge. But Hollywood endings aren’t real life. And when the truth leaks out, their careers aren’t the only collateral damage.
Warning: A hunky Hollywood sex symbol. A smoldering, stubborn Australian. A desire so powerful it cannot be denied. A kiss. And a photograph. This “isn’t” your normal boy-meets-boy story.
Chris couldn’t breathe. The sensations building in him from Liev’s cock stroking against his stole any hope of doing anything but surrendering. He raked his fingers over the bunched muscles of Liev’s ass again, grinding harder into Liev’s thrusts. If anyone had told Chris dry humping a naked man would electrify him more than being inside a woman’s tight, wet pussy he would have laughed at them. But he wasn’t laughing now. He was moaning and panting and begging for— Liev stepped backward. Away from Chris. Chris snapped his eyes open. He sucked in a sharp breath, staring at the man before him. Liev’s nostrils flared. His chest heaved. The powerful sight—Liev fighting his desire, barely in control—filled Chris’s mouth with saliva. Made his knees weak. “I have to know you’re sure, Chris,” Liev said on a shaky breath. “I can’t do this if you’re going to hate yourself after. I want you so fucking much I’m in pain standing here, but I’ll walk away if you’re not sure.” Chris let a small grin play with his lips. “If you walk away, I’m calling the bodyguard guild and having you flogged.” Liev shook his head. “I’m serious, Chris. I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you say you’re sure. That you’re not just caught in an adrenaline rush. That this isn’t just a thing you’re trying out for an upcoming role. I need to hear you say you want me. As much as I want you.” “I…” Chris couldn’t pull his stare from Liev. Oh boy, could he say it? Liev’s nostrils flared. “I need to hear it, Huntley. Or I—” Chris stepped toward him. “I want you, Liev Reynolds.” He reached out with his hand, feathering the tips of his fingers over Liev’s pecs, across one taut nipple. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” Liev’s nostrils flared again. “Good. ’Cause I want that thick, hard cock of yours in my mouth now.” He snatched at Chris’s wrists, hauled him back to his body and dropped to his knees. Ungentle fingers wrapped Chris’s length. He cried out, liquid need surging into his balls. “Tell me to suck your cock, Chris.” Liev’s order was hoarse. Strained. Chris dropped his head, gazing down at Liev kneeling at his feet. The man’s hot breath fanned over the distended head of Chris’s penis like a million licks of warmth. A shudder rocked through Chris and he pulled in a wobbly breath. “Suck my cock, Liev.” Without preamble or hesitation, Liev closed his lips around the bulbous rim of Chris’s cock and sucked. Concentrated pleasure scorched through Chris’s body. He groaned, tangling his fingers in the thick strands of Liev’s hair, holding Liev’s head to his throbbing organ. The man’s mouth was nothing like Bethany’s on his flesh. Nothing was like the man’s mouth on his flesh. Holy fuck, how could a simple seal of lips around a dick be so exquisite? Fresh pleasure surged through him as Liev painted the tip of his cock with his tongue. He bucked his hips forward, wanting to bury his length deeper into the man’s talented mouth. With a pop of releasing suction, Liev flicked him an arrogant look. “Tell me what you want me to do with your cock now, Chris. I’ve sucked it. Tell me what—” “Fucking suck it all the way to my balls, goddamn it,” Chris ground out, his belly hitching from consuming tension and need. He was trembling. And impatient. Every second Liev’s mouth wasn’t fucking his dick was torturous. “Please?”
Pleasure intensified. Desire multiplied.
Burning Up by Sami Lee Pam Spencer is sick of looking for love in all the wrong places. Sure, she wants a solid relationship, but if steamy casual sex is on offer, who is she to turn it down? Especially when the offer comes from not one, but two smokin’ hot firefighters. Compliance by Lexxie Couper Bethany’s got a thing for two hot guys: a nerd and a jock. She’s also got a fantasy that will be mutually pleasurable for them all. She isn’t expecting complete and utter sexual domination though…nor losing her heart to one of them. Party Of Three by Jess Dee Spencer Allen’s quest for true love just hit a brick wall—his best mate, Levi Barret. Their mutual lust for the same woman, Chelsea Holden, could spell the end of their friendship…or the beginning of a whole new relationship. Pass the Parcel by Rhian Cahill For one night Kitty will be everything Ethan and Finn want. But living out her wildest fantasies was never meant to be this good. And when the sun comes up she’ll discover she’s given them more than her body. She’d given them her heart.
Curtis hadn’t become the captain of the country’s cricket team by holding back. Risk was everything in professional sport. As was confidence, arrogance and attitude. He took charge of situations. He led. But tonight, Curtis willingly accepted he wasn’t in charge. And he couldn’t be happier. Shooting Logan a sideways glance, his chest tightened at the expression on his best mate’s face. It was the expression of a man without doubt or fear. The expression of a man who knew exactly what he wanted and was going to claim it as his. “Logan?” Curtis murmured, wanting Logan to know Curtis was deferring to him. Without taking his gaze from the naked American waiting for them on the sofa, Logan removed his glasses. He handed them to Curtis. There were no words, just an assumption Curtis would take them. He did. Willingly and gladly. Elation threaded through the raw sexual pleasure heating his body. Christ, seeing Logan like this…it was fucking awesome. “Your move, mate,” he said, fighting to keep his voice steady. On the sofa, Bethany wriggled. Her gaze held Logan’s, delighted impatience dancing in her eyes. The sight of her utter intoxication with his best friend sent a shard of liquid heat into Curtis’s groin. He wasn’t a religious man, hell, he wasn’t even a spiritual man, but he couldn’t help but send up a word of thanks to whatever higher power had arranged for Bethany to walk into his pub when Logan had been there. “Walk around to the back of the sofa, Curtis.” At Logan’s low commend, Curtis nodded. From the corner of his eye, he saw Bethany press her thighs together, her hand disappearing between them at their junction. Placing Logan’s glasses on the coffee table, Curtis moved to the back of the sofa, standing directly behind Bethany and watching Logan watch her. “Smooth your hands over her breasts.” A low moan slipped from Bethany at Logan’s instruction. Curtis looked down at her just in time to see her arch her spine, thrusting her breasts forward. An offering he gladly accepted. With his thighs pressed to the back of her head, he slowly inched his palms down her neck and over her collarbone to cover her small, perky breasts. “Fuck, they feel so good in my hands,” he exclaimed, rubbing the centre of his hands against her erect nipples in a tiny circular motion. From the sofa, Bethany moaned again. “I like that.” “Don’t stop,” Logan ordered. Curtis didn’t miss the tented bulge in his friend’s jeans. Without taking his stare from Bethany, Logan untagged the hem of his shirt from his waistband. “Oh, yes, Logan,” Bethany proclaimed, arching harder into Curtis’s teasing hands. “I can’t wait for you to take your shirt off.” Curtis saw a flicker of something hesitant in Logan’s eyes. The old fear. The old self-doubt. He knew Logan ran daily on his treadmill. He also knew his friend considered himself a wimp despite the latent strength of his wiry muscles. That his mind—so unfathomably intelligent—could be so clueless on something like this made Curtis want to laugh. And growl with exasperation. “She means she thinks you’re fucking hot, Logan,” he said with a chuckle, his own muscles coiled tight with growing urgency. The stabbing contact of Bethany’s nipples against his palms was rapidly depleting the flow of blood to his brain and sending it south. “It means I think you’re fucking hot,” Bethany echoed, shifting on the cushion. Curtis lowered his gaze to her just in time to see her drag her finger against the folds of her pussy. He bit back a groan. Shit, if he didn’t get out of his clothes soon, he’d come in his fucking jeans. Swallowing the sizeable lump in his throat, he lifted his attention to Logan. The uncertainty had left his friend’s eyes, replaced once again by confident intent. His shirt however, still covered his body. “In that case—” Logan’s lips tugged into a small smile, “—let me show my appreciation for the compliment. Spread your legs wide, Bethany.” BTW, Compliance is part of the Down and Dirty box set which is available now for only 99c! Four brand new m/f/m erotic romance novellas for only 99! You can find out more here
Coming July 22, 2014!
It all starts with sex under a desk… Heart of Fame, Book 7
After yet another month without a lead singer, the band Synergy is on the verge of calling it quits. Which drives Jaxon Campbell, keyboardist and perpetual player, to do something dangerous—hit up a woman with contacts—and curves—in all the right places. Trouble is, the last time he saw her, he kind of broke her heart. And stole her cherished, autographed AC/DC album.
Natalie Thorton, Dean of the Sydney Conservatorium of Music, knows everyone who’s anyone in Australia’s music industry. She’s driven and utterly professional and doesn’t have room in her schedule for relationships.
When Jaxon strides into her office, all of Natalie’s suppressed sexual urges—the ones born in Jax’s arms—surge to the surface. He wants something from her? Well, she wants something from him. Orgasms. Lots of them.
How can Jax say no? He’s never forgotten her, and it’s not like they’re going to fall in love. But just who’s playing who? And whose heart is going to fall first?
Warning: Contains a sexual challenge involving sex in public places, sex in private places, sex in moving cars, sex against windows and sex in the company of an oblivious federal politician. So basically, we’re talking about getting laid. A lot.
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