A while agoI wrote this Back to Basics post, and in it I talked about how I’d analyzed some reviews and reader letters to help list what my strengths were as a writer. I think readers and reviewers often see things in our stories that we are either unaware we put in (like certain aspects of ourselves or our own personalities) or things that we’re not sure they’ll get. for me MY PREROGATIVE had plenty of both of those things. While I was writing it I knew that because the main character was a bartender, (and I’ve been one for almost 20 years) that certain parts of my own life and experiences would certainly leak into the story. I also knew that I was creating a character that many readers wouldn’t ‘get’, especially since I like to create the characters and let the readers get to know them through their own actions without me having to hit them over the head with the same clues over and over. It thrills me to no end when I read a review and see that I’ve done my job, and someone has connected with, and understood, my characters.
Because of this review by one of my first time readers, I’ve chosen to give you an excerpt from MY PREROGATIVE today. It is an explicit one, but it’s also one that proves the point that in erotic fiction, the sex scenes are about more than just the sex.
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The bar was packed that night and time flew.
I’d called my Mom after my talk with Val, and let her ramble on about Ariel’s wedding plans, my cousin’s new baby, and an interns position in one of the city’s top marketing firm’s she’d heard about. Yeah, more like she’d hunted down.
No matter how many times I told her I liked my job, she never quit trying to find me something ‘better’.
Whatever. I accepted that I’d never change her mind about following my own path.
A few drinks, plenty of flirting, and a complete lockdown on those pesky twinges of lonely had me feeling pretty damn good as I exited Risqué. It was my life, and I was living it the way I wanted.
Dave, the cocky young stud visiting Jack, was leaning against my car with his arms folded across his chest.
“It’s my last night here.” he said when I stopped in front of him. “I thought you might want to give me a going-away present.”
A tingle of heat started low in my belly. I hadn’t heard from Randy since I got back from Jamaica and my needs were riding me hard. Dave was pretty hot. Nice face, nice body, good sense of humor … and leaving town the next day. He’d be good for a quick fix, if nothing else. “Sure, hop in.”
The drive to my place was short, filled with flirtatious one-liners flung back and forth. Dave’s hand rubbed up and down my thigh as I drove and my temperature rose. When we hit a red light I turned and grabbed him by the shirt collar, pulling him in for a kiss. Our lips met, parted and meshed with the heat and passion only strangers can have.
Kissing a stranger – fucking a stranger, is hot. For me, the turn on came from more than what the guy looked like, or who he was. It came from the fact that we’d never see each other again. I could be free with a stranger, as down and dirty as I wanted, as sweet or as slutty, and not worry about repercussions. Or judgements. Or gossip. It was an aphrodisiac, and by the time I pulled back from Dave we were both panting hard.
“Is it much farther?” he asked.
Instead of answering I put the pedal to the floor and pulled into the parking lot of my building two minutes later. Dave got the hint and didn’t bother talking anymore. He smacked my ass when I went up the stairs ahead of him and pinned me to the wall on the first landing with a kiss.
His tall, lean body rubbed against mine as his hands ran down my back and fondled my ass. I started to lift my leg and wrap it around his waist but stopped myself and pushed him away to dash up the last set of stairs.
Dave caught up with me as I pushed the door open and we stumbled into my apartment together. The tank top I was wearing came off and I tossed it to the floor as I walked backward toward my bedroom, leading him along teasingly. His hands shook as he unbuttoned his shirt and belt, dropping his clothes on the floor where he stood. I eyed his pants and he understood. Reaching down, he pulled a condom from the pocket. When he came up, my skirt and panties were on the floor and he tackled me with a growl.
We hit the ground kissing and touching, hands everywhere as we rolled around on the floor of my living room. It didn’t matter that we never made it to my bedroom; all that mattered was the feel of bodies rubbing together as we wrestled.
Dave tried to slow things down, to gentle me, but I wanted none of it. I didn’t want gentle. I wanted hard and rough and passionate. Pushing against his shoulders I finally gained the top position.
I sat up, straddling him. “Put the condom on,” I said.
Panting filled the room as he ripped out the foil package and reached between us to slide it on. I lifted up, and got rid of my bra.
He froze, slack jawed and staring as I pinched my nipples and tugged on the piercings.
“You are so sexy,” he said, his eyes glued to my every movement. A shudder racked his body and I grinned. His cock was so hard it was flat against his belly.
“So eager,” I whispered, trailing my finger over his cheek to the corner of his mouth. I played it over his mouth, dipping between his parted lips. “Do you want to fuck me, Dave?”
“Oh God, yes!”
“I’m not some sweet little girl, you know.”
“I know,” he panted the words out.
“Then do it.” I gripped his shoulders and rolled over again, pulling him on top of me. Wrapping my hand around the back of his head I pulled him down on top of me. I pulled my finger out and kissed him. I sank my hands into his hair and pressed my body against him. My mouth opened and I shoved my tongue between his lips. He met me with fire and passion, his body rigid and straining against mine.
No more foreplay, no more teasing. I reached between us to grab his cock and showed him the way in. Once his thick head breached my entrance, he started to pump his hips. I planted my feet on the floor and moved with him, but it wasn’t enough. “Don’t be gentle, Dave. Fuck me hard.”
“You asked for it,” he said. Bracing his hands by my shoulders he thrust deep and didn’t hesitate. His hips pumped fast and hard, shafting me so deep it almost hurt. Pelvic bones crashed and my clit absorbed every shock with a cry of pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist, closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride.
Dave didn’t last long at that pace, and soon he was grunting. “Come on, sweetness. Come on.”
I knew what he wanted, but I wasn’t even close to coming. I was just enjoying the feel of his body above of mine and his cock inside me. I tilted my hips to change the angle and gasped. That was it, right there. Dave started to adjust to my change and I grabbed his hips. “No, right there, baby. Don’t stop.”
Another grunt and he dug in. I moaned and grabbed my breasts, tugging on my nipples, pinching them until the pain shot through my body and made my pussy clench. Yes, there it was. “Yes, harder. Harder!”
He slammed into me and the pressure inside exploded. I caught my breath, and absorbed the sensations that washed over me.
“Yes!” Dave cried out, his back arching as his cock hit home one last time before he collapsed on top of me.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and stroked his hair for a few minutes while he caught his breath. When he rolled off me I got up and went into my bedroom for my robe. I slipped the silk kimono on and went back to the living room flicking the lights on as I went.
Dave was stretched out on the floor, naked and looking way too sleepy. I walked past him to the kitchen and opened the fridge.
“I have tequila, would you like a drink?” I called out as I poured myself some over ice for myself. Please say no.
“No thanks, sweetness. I’m ready to crash now.”
Crash? No that wouldn’t do. I picked up the phone and walked back to the living room and flopped onto the sofa so he could hear me. “Yes, I’d like a cab please.”
Dave’s sleepy gaze snapped open at my words. His face went blank and he stood,heading for the bathroom as I gave my address to the dispatcher.
A minute later he walked back to the living room naked. “Thanks for that, I really should get going. My flight leaves early tomorrow.”
“You mean today,” I said.
“Yeah, today.” He glanced at his watch and grinned before pulling on his clothes. “No rest for the wicked, right?”
I shook my head and chuckled. I remembered when it was a point of pride to stay up all night. My skin began to tingle and that being watched sensation rippled over me again.
Turning my head I walked slowly to the balcony and focused on the building across the street that housed some pretty fancy lofts. And I spotted him.
A guy alone, in the window directly across from me. Light spilt out from the room behind him, delineating his silhouette and leaving his face in the shadows. I didn’t need to see his eyes to know they were on me, I could feel them. My nipples snapped to attention and my insides clenched in undeniable acknowledgement.
“MY PREROGATIVE is the perfect title to explore this intense tale of a naughty woman seeking love, but refusing to settle for the wrong man in her life… Ms. White grasped the concept of a woman’s needs and weaved a wonderful tale of realization. MY PREROGATIVE is an insightful and thought provoking page turner that I know you’ll enjoy.” —NightOwl Romance
“White proves again that she’s a force to be reckoned with…In Kelsey, the author has created a mature, fully developed character who is unapologetic about her sexuality and desires but is vulnerable in her desire to find a soul mate. While this book is a stand-alone, it is loosely related to White’s previous titles Bound, Trouble and Wicked.” — RT BOOKreviews
“Sasha White keeps her characters real and her storyline true with plenty of hot-n-steamy, I-need-a-fan kind of relationships. Her books are always fun and exciting, and this one is no different. I loved it!!” —Fresh Fiction.com
“Watching Kelsey go from throwing men away like used tissues to falling (against her will) for a strong hero like Harlan was a joy to read. I liked MY PREROGATIVE because it wasn’t your typical love story. There was no boy meets girl here; it was boy watches girl from afar and voyeuristic girl loves it! If you like erotic romance that’s not afraid to take a few risks, you’ll love MY PREROGATIVE.” —RomanceJunkies.com
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