I love Italian food especially when it's prepared with my honey. When I think of a taste of Rome, I imagine hearty food, olive oil, sweet wine... Now my friend Lucy Felthouse has me thinking of a whole new Taste of Rome. Time for a quickie in the kitchen.
Blurb:
Book
three of the World of Sin series.
Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian
Hurst have travelled to London and Paris on their “gap year” adventure, before
starting university. Now it’s on to Rome.
The American girls they met in Paris are
along for the ride, providing lots of sexy fun for the boys. But as no one in
the foursome is looking for commitment, there’s still plenty of scope for
hooking up with the locals. Voyeurism, cougars, risky outdoor sex and threesomes
abound in the Italian leg of the boys’ European adventure.
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Excerpt:
Ryan came to the conclusion that perhaps
this journey wasn’t so horrendous after all. He’d been a little miffed that the
American girls, Shanna and Taryn, had wanted to tag along from Paris to Rome
with him and Kristian. He’d been keen not to end up with any chicks who wanted
more than a one night stand, figuring that any romantic entanglements would
screw up their footloose and fancy-free gap year trip. Their last year of
freedom, without commitment, before they went to University and had to grow up,
buckle down.
In the here and now, however, Ryan decided
that Shanna actually wasn’t that bad. It seemed she was determined to spice up
the never-ending coach trip from Paris to Rome. Eight hundred and seventy
miles, thirteen hours. They’d known when they’d booked it that it would be nigh
on intolerable, but it was the cheapest way to travel. And having sat in the
increasingly stuffy, tiny coach, Ryan could see why. It made cramped seats in
coach class on a flight feel like first class.
Shanna had removed her jacket as the crap
air-conditioning was utterly failing to cool down the cabin. It had been draped
over her lap for a while before she slid it across so it covered part of his
too. Ryan frowned, wondering why she thought it was a good idea to make him
warmer. He was already melting in the heat. Then she slipped her hand beneath
the jacket and moved it over his crotch. She squeezed his flaccid cock, making
her intentions absolutely clear. He realized that if he continued to stare down
at their laps it would be painfully obvious to anyone who glanced in their
direction what they were up to. So he leaned over and kissed Shanna’s cheek,
nuzzling her red hair out of the way to murmur into her ear.
“I’m going to try and act natural.” Then,
remembering what had happened to him back in London when he’d ended up with
cum-filled boxer shorts, he added, “Can you, uh, catch it in a tissue?”
Grinning, Shanna revealed the flimsy white
material in her other hand. It appeared she’d already thought of that. Saucy
wench—he liked her. She was a fun girl, gorgeous-looking and a great lay. Had
things been different, he might have considered pursuing something long-term
with her, but it wasn’t going to happen. He and Kristian had this one chance,
this few months to live life to the fullest, do what they wanted, do who they
wanted, go where they liked, and he wasn’t going to throw it away for a
green-eyed, cute-accented chick.
No way.
He wasn’t worried about upsetting her,
though. He knew that she and her friend had a similar pact and outlook on their
European travels. They too were hooking up, having a good time and moving on.
Ryan grinned out of the window. Life was
good. A sexy girl was about to get his cock out on a coach and toss him off,
and he was heading to the third destination on his gap year adventure. The
Italian capital awaited and he couldn’t wait to see what it had in store.
Before he got there, though, he was going
to have another orgasm on public transport. First the toilets on the Eurostar,
now beneath a jacket on a coach. God, what was it with women and doing it in
cramped, risky places? And Blanche—the French bird on the Eurostar—and Shanna
weren’t the only ones he was thinking of. He was beginning to forget what it
was like to have sex in a bed. Not that he was complaining—Christ, no. If a
sexy woman propositioned him, who was he to refuse?
By now Shanna had undone his belt, button
and fly and released his cock from his boxers. It had taken a while as she’d
had to keep her movements slow, subtle, so no one realized what was happening.
As a result of all the fumbling, his dick was rock hard by the time she got it
out, and it sprung eagerly into her hand.
She leaned her head on his shoulder and he
slipped his arm around her, pulling her close. Anyone who looked now would just
see a couple of young people having a cuddle. Or possibly a hot redhead
sleeping on the shoulder of a young man who could either be her boyfriend or a
total stranger.
Carefully, she began to stroke him, getting
into a rhythm that would drive him to climax without anyone knowing.
Ryan turned back to the window, giving the
appearance of looking out at the darkening sky. Shanna’s grip tightened, her
movements grew faster and he grew closer to coming. He dug his teeth into his
bottom lip in an attempt to regain some kind of control. It didn’t help—his
hormones raged and the familiar tingle at the base of his spine was a dead
giveaway.
Looking as chilled out, as casual as
possible, he turned to Shanna and whispered, “You’d better get that tissue
ready—otherwise I’m going to make an awful mess.”
She gave a single nod of understanding and
moved her other hand beneath the jacket, slowly, languidly. It probably looked
as though she was just changing position, rather than anything naughtier. Ryan,
however, was at the stage where he didn’t care. If anyone happened to look
across, happened to confront them, he’d hold a hand up to keep them quiet until
he finished.
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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She
writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and
has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These
include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and
Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has
edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small
publishing house. She owns Erotica For
All, and is book editor for Cliterati.
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