Recently I finished the first draft of the October edition of Holiday Heat, and in it I wrote a story of a type I haven’t written before. It was a double-dip story, where the main character has sex with two people in the same night, one right after the other. Here’s the second sex scene from that story:

Once she was cleaned up, Charlotte put her jeans back on — fresh panties, though — and a t-shirt and bra, and slipped on a pair of shoes. She drove over to Tom’s — they didn’t have plans for tonight, but Charlotte was feeling frisky after Blowjob Guy. She had a key to his [apartment/house], and she let herself in; Tom was watching a cooking show, but he paused it when she climbed onto his lap, settling her weight on top of him. “Hi there,” he said.

“Hi.” She kissed him hard, her tongue teasing his lips before finding its way into his mouth. He was only wearing lounge pants, and even through her jeans she felt him rise in them. “Good,” she said when they separated.

“Good?”

“Very good.”

Before long they were in his bedroom, both of them naked, Tom on his back on the bed, his cock thick and hard and jumping with every beat of his heart. “Are you going to sit on my face?” he asked her, his voice hopeful.

“Of course I am.” Charlotte knew she was a big girl — big, sexy, and confident — but it was still, even after months together, quite a surprise just how much Tom liked this. She lowered herself to his mouth, smothering him, and as he licked her she ground against him. By now she knew exactly how long he could last before she had to get up and let him breathe, and it was hot as fuck the kind of power he gave her. So hot, in fact, that it didn’t take long for her to come, crying out, pushing against his face as he dug his fingers into her thick thighs.

When she climbed off, Tom’s face was red and damp with sweat and her come. He looked blissful, though. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he said, his voice a little slurred. “You make me so hard.”

“I can see that.” She slid off the bed and onto her knees. “Come here.”

Once Tom was in position, Charlotte did the magic trick again, suppressing her gag reflex as his broad head pushed its way into her throat. She held him there until she needed to breathe, and then pulled back, gasping for air. She did that over and over, until her throat was sore, until her jaw ached, until Tom was moaning and his cock was harder than ever.

She pointed it at her face. “Come on me,” she urged, stroking him. “Come for me.”

He needed no more encouragement than that, and for the second time in less than two hours Charlotte felt a man’s orgasm spray all over her face. The taboo nature of doing it again so soon almost made her come right there; as she sucked the last of the come out of Tom’s cock, she touched herself and shuddered, her noises muffled by him.

“Shit,” he breathed. “You look so hot with my come on your face.”

Charlotte smiled up at him. “I feel hot when you do that to me. I feel like you own me.”

The relationship between Tom and Charlotte is a fun one to write, and I look forward to you getting to know them better over the course of the year, as more stories about them get published.