NSFW content: please note that our ‘hot toddies’ series contains explicit language and (very) adult situations.
Here in Australia, the weather is getting colder. We’re dragging out the blankets and brewing up the cocoa, but it’s not doing the job. We need something hot.
Luckily, Escape artists have come to the rescue. They’ve provided some of the most scorching scenes from their books for us to enjoy. As the cold winds blow outside, we’ll be heating up with some ‘hot toddies’.
Winter is coming. And so our are heroes and heroines.
from Tumble Creek by Louise Forster
Sofie couldn’t wait any longer and started to pull at Brock’s T-shirt. Exposing his ripped abs she nipped, licked and kissed his skin all the way to his nipples, sucking one then the other. Hands flat, she slipped them under his shirt, feeling his satin skin over hard muscles. He groaned as he reached over his shoulders, grabbed the back of his shirt and hauled it off. Then Brock hunkered down and slid his hands up her thighs, taking the skirt to her hips and exposing her black lacy-topped stockings. He sucked in a breath as his fingers lightly stroked the strip of exposed skin between her stockings and undies. Then his soft mouth kissed the sensitive area above the lace, and slowly moved to her inner thighs. Sofie held her breath, the sweet sensation almost too much.
She started to gather her dress but in one fluid movement Brock stood and took over, swooping her dress up and off. She stood facing him in her black lace bra, matching undies and stockings. Brock’s gaze slid to her feet, then slowly trailed up her body. Eyes on hers, his hands went to her ribcage then slowly moved around to her back. He undid her bra, slid the straps off her arms and tossed it aside. He cupped her breasts and gazed at them as if in awe, then bent down to tenderly lick and kiss her nipples. Sofie whimpered and slid her hand into her undies to clutch her aching sex.
‘Jesus Babe,’ he growled, sliding his hand over hers inside her undies. ‘Wait for me?’
Kissing his way up to her throat, Brock pulled his jeans zipper down with his other hand while simultaneously kicking off his boots, then using his feet, shoved his jeans down his legs and kicked them aside. Sofie’s eyes darted to the impressive bulge in his jocks. In a blink the jocks were gone too, freeing his erection. At the sight of him fully erect, wetness gathered at her entrance.
‘Oh my.’ She whipped her hands out of her undies and went straight for his shaft, her fingers clasping around him, squeezing, stroking. ‘I want you … every glorious inch of you.’ She licked her lips.
Brock groaned and pulled her in against his hard body, Sofie gasped and her arms flew around his neck. His thick shaft pressing into her belly made her want him inside her now; she was about to say so when his mouth went down on hers for a deep, hungry, tongue-wrestling kiss. And then his mouth was everywhere, nibbling her earlobe, grazing his teeth down her neck then tongue-kissing to her collar bone. He cupped her breasts again and sucked on her nipples, sending an electrifying pulse straight between her thighs. Moving further down with his mouth, he slipped his fingers in the band of her undies and pushed them down to her ankles. Breathing fast with anticipation, Sofie stepped out of them. His dark eyes, a heady mix of heat and need, locked on hers, and Sofie’s heart swelled. His beautiful hands pressed in massaging as they moved over to her belly, then further down to her pelvis and in between her thighs. ‘Open for me, Babe,’ he whispered hungrily as his lips brushed the corner of her mouth.
Sofie immediately did as he asked. His hand slid down to cup her sex, then he gently slipped two fingers into her wet folds and slid them over her swollen clit.
‘Oh my God,’ she said on a gasp, her fingers going up into his hair to hang on.
His fingers teased at her entrance. Sofie rocked forward trying to thrust them in deeper, as he edged back to play over her wet, swollen clit. ‘I need more,’ Sofie moaned and began to buck her hips over his hand. Brock trailed kisses to her breasts, then using his tongue he sucked and laved her nipples, then sucked a little harder. Sofie arched back, and Brock eased a finger in, slowly going deeper.
‘Hmm, warm, wet, silk,’ Brock moaned hungrily against her mouth, easing in another finger, pumping, opening Sofie wider.
‘Oh God! Brock! I’m going to …’ She grabbed his hair and pulled his hand away from her sex. ‘Stop—stop—stop! Oh dear God, not in a million years did I ever think I would say that. But if you don’t stop right now I’ll come, and I want you inside me when I do.’
‘Not stopping, you first. Then I’ll make you come again … me inside,’ he murmured, a naughty grin playing across his mouth.
‘You will?’ She’d never done anything of the sort. If Brock’s love-making were to continue like this, and there was no reason why not, then surely she’d be completely sated. ‘I can’t.’ Fingers in his scalp she clutched handfuls of his hair.
‘Trust me, you can.’
‘Oh …’ Sofie whimpered, her body about to collapse with so much pleasure.
His mouth was back on hers, his slick fingers inside her pumping faster, faster. Sofie climaxed. A star-blazing orgasm that rolled on and on. Her body jerked, her limbs shook. Luckily Brock’s forearm was under her bottom, holding her up, because her legs went and without his arm she would have slumped to the floor.
Suddenly his hands were around her waist and she was up and flying onto the bed. He’d pulled back the covers—when he’d managed that she had no idea—and now she was on her back and Brock was covering her with his powerful body, and yes, his weight, and his warm skin on hers—heaven! Using his knees he spread her legs wide and the tip of his shaft nudged her entrance, then little by little he eased himself inside.
‘Oh my God.’ She arched her back and neck, thrusting her breasts up.
‘Babe, wet, silk, tight, wrapped around me. Fuck that feels good.’ His hands were on the mattress on either side of her, taking his weight off her body now, shoulders, biceps and forearm muscles bulging; she ran her hands up, fingers rippling over his skin, loving the feel of him, the power of him.
He kissed along her jaw and, voice rough, he whispered, ‘Let me see your beautiful eyes. I want to see how turned on you are.’
She did as he asked, and all that she gave him reflected in his face, his eyes. Sofie was sure she interpreted Brock’s expression correctly. His open, honest face showed that what he was experiencing, with her, was blowing his mind.
‘Fuck, you’re amazing, giving me everything.’ He lowered his mouth to her lips, his tongue toying with hers.
Her legs went around his back, digging her heels into his butt, pulling him inside her. ‘Stop playing and give me fast, give more.’ Brock upped the pace. ‘Oh yes … yes.’ Sofie bucked her hips to meet his rhythm.
His hand slid in between them straight to her sex. He pulled his shaft out to the tip and his fingers went in, making them wet, he brought them out to slip around her inner folds and clit. Sofie cried out her pleasure and Brock drove deep inside her. Staying there he rotated his hips, again and again, relentlessly driving her to the edge. His mouth went to a nipple, and he sucked, nipped and sucked again, all the while driving in deeper, fingers swirling over her clit.
‘Come for me, Babe. I want to feel you clutch my cock.’ His head went to her neck. ‘Come for me,’ he softly growled in her ear, adding goosebumps to all the delicious sensations, making her body sing.
Sofie moaned with every outward breath, coming faster now as she headed towards another sensational orgasm. ‘I’m … I’m there. Brock … Brock!’ Her breath shallow as the tingling, beautiful waves washed through her, making her body convulse around his shaft. Brock slammed in deep and stayed planted. Grunting, his mouth came down on hers. Claiming. Masculine. Wild.
In the sequel to Home Truths, Louise Forster returns to the sleepy country town of Tumble Creek with the story of a cop, a teacher and a mystery that will bring them together—or tear them apart.
In the sequel to Home Truths, Louise Forster returns to the sleepy country town of Tumble Creek with the story of a cop, a teacher and a mystery that will bring them together—or tear them apart.
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