Summer Heat from Sasha

This is Day 6 of my Summer Heat Giveaway and it’s time for me to step up and give you anexcerpt of my own…
Oh, Do you know what the Summer Heat Giveaway is? Let me refresh your memory first.
Every day from July 1st- 14th there’s an excerpt from a fabulous author like Saskia Walker, Cathryn Fox, Joey W Hill, Eden Bradley, Charlene Teglia, Devyn Quinn, Vivi Anna and many more who have donated stories that will be part of the prize. What is the prize? An eReader!
All you have to do to enter the draw is comment on the excerpts. Each comment will get you one entry into the draw with a maximum of one entry per day. (for a total of 15 entries if you comment every day)
For anyone interested in more information on the eReader itself, you can read a review of it from Geek.com here
One Weekend was my first true menage story. It’s just a short one, and when I wrote the intent was to give readers a short, sizzingly romp of a story. It’s perfect for the SUmmer Heat giveaway, especially since the sequel ( ONE CHOICE ) to it will be releasing in August!
 

Three lovers. Two days. One bed…
Angie Wilson is a lucky girl. She loves her job, her life, and her man, Rick Craig. What red-blooded woman wouldn’t revel in the attentions of a good-looking, athletic boyfriend who’s secure enough to encourage her most adventurous appetites?
One of the worst heat waves in memory has hit town, and by Friday Angie is ready to really let loose. Craig and his best friend, Mark, are chilling on the patio with cold beer when she gets home from work, and the three get comfortable. As the night moves on and the talk turns to sex, Angie longs for more than just cool air on her bare skin.
And the heat’s making her just crazy enough to go for it.
 
“One Weekend is a hot, erotic romp from the talented imagination of Sasha White. Ms. White has long been one of my favorite authors, and One Weekend only cements her place on my list of auto-buy authors and “to be kept” shelf.”~ Joyfully Reviewed


“HOT HOT HOT! I want more!
Once again Sasha White has hit the mark in her latest release, One Weekend which should be retitled to, One Smoking Hot Weekend Not to Miss!”~ Cathryn Fox, author of INSTINCTIVE
 
EXCERPT
To set this up, Angie has come home to find her boyfriend and his best friend having beers on the balcony. After some drinking, and conversation that always seemed to center around sex, Angie and Mark get into a debate about women liking/not liking giving head-which leads to her actually giving him head while her boyfriend watchs….this is the start of their weekend together.
 
 
I leaned in close and planted my hands on Mark’s shoulders. Fully aware of Rick watching my every move, I arched my back, and bent from the waist as I lightly scraped my lips down Mark’s naked torso. Like Rick, he was fit and firm and deliciously male. Nibbling on a flat male nipple I sucked the musky scent of man into my lungs. He smelled different than Rick, not as dark or as spicy, but just as tasty.
Saliva pooled in my mouth, and I swallowed a moan of desire. Going slow was torture, but it was such a mouth-watering tease I couldn’t resist. Blowing softly on Mark’s belly button I slid a fingertip into the waistband of his jeans and looked over my shoulder. “Are you sure about this?”
He’d always enjoyed watching me flirt with other men, but this was more than that; more than flirting, and more than simple enjoyment I was seeing in the tension in his body. Rick stared at me, eyes glowing in the near dark as he watched me kneeling between his best friends legs, and a slow sexy grin lifted one corner of his mouth. “Oh, yeah. Enjoy yourself, and I’ll enjoy the show.”
Fingers on the snap of Marks jeans I looked up at him and smiled. The thick column of hardness under my hands told me he was good to go. “Guess I don’t need to ask you if you’re okay with it.”
Mark looked at Rick, then at me, and put his hands behind his head. “I’m all yours,” he said with a big grin.
“Oh, goody.”
With a quick tug I had his jeans unsnapped and slowly pulled the zipper down over his bulging package. “Tighty whities?” I asked when I saw the plain cotton straining against his hard-on.
“I like the way they cup me,” he said with a small shrug.
I reaching into his jeans and palmed his balls. “What about the way I cup you?”
He sighed with pleasure. “Oh yeah.”
I pulled my hand out and reached for his waistbands. Mark lifted his hips and with one move I pulled both jeans and underwear to his knees. Mouth watering, I stared.
There was no way to stop myself from comparing. His cock had to be at least eight inches long. Rick was no slouch in the size department, but never had one extra inch made such a difference. When I wrapped my hand around him my fingertips almost touched, but not quite. Which made Rick slightly shorter in length, but bigger in width.
Pulling his cock back from his belly, I slowly licked up the underside from balls to tip, thrilling at the groan that rumbled out of Mark.
He sank deeper into the chair, sliding down and spreading his legs wider as I began to really tease. My hands stroked, my fingertips tickled and I followed each touch up with a lick or quick nibble. Sliding one hand between his thighs I cupped his sac and fondled with one hand while leaning close to breath hot breath on the shiny head. When his thighs started to tremble I finally took him in my mouth. Parting my lips I swallowed him down until my nose pressed against his neatly trimmed pubes, and the head of his cock brushed the back of my throat. Eyes closed I relaxed my throat and massaged the underside of his dick with my tongue.
“Christ,” he groaned, his hands cupping the back of my head, fingers flexing gently in my hair.
“She’s good isn’t she?”
Rick’s voice so close behind me told me he’d left his chair, and I hadn’t even heard him move. I opened my eyes and caught a glimpse of him in my peripheral vision, leaning against the patio railing less than two feet away. He’d moved so he could see more than my back. He could watch my mouth on his friend and see everything I was doing.
That made me hotter. I squeezed my thighs together and fought the urge to reach between my own legs and diddle a bit. Knowing Rick was there, watching me, enjoying it all, made it much more enjoyable. It might be me on my knees, but it was us enjoying the experience.
As if reading my mind a large hand stroked up and down my back for a moment. “You’re doing great, baby.”
Circling the base of Mark’s cock with one hand I pulled back and began to work him. Up and down, sucking gently, adding a twist with my hand every now and then. Our rhythm slowly picked up speed as slick juices began to spread over his cock and down my chin.
Mark’s cock throbbed against my tongue, and his fingers tightened in my hair, pulling. I whimpered and he let go quickly. Rick chuckled. “That was a whimper of pleasure, buddy, not pain. She likes it when you pull her hair, don’t you, Angie girl?”
I moaned and sucked harder. Mark’s fingers tangled in my hair once again pulling tight as he thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth.
Bracing my hands on his hips I closed my eyes and concentrated. Mark’s dick throbbed hotly in my mouth, and my heart pounded. Pulling up a bit I focused on the head. Sucking hard I bobbed my head up and down fast, using my tongue to stroke the sensitive underside. When his cock jerked and his grip on my head tightened I knew he was almost there.
Opening my eyes I tried to see Rick. I saw his body shift, but I couldn’t get a look at his face. A small whimper slipped past my lips and as if he understood he spoke softly. “That’s it, baby, take him deep. Make him come and swallow it all.”
I sank down on Mark’s cock and sucked hard, twirling my tongue and bouncing the head against the back of my throat. My breath rasped in and out through my nose, the scent of raw sex and sweat filling my head as his cock swelled, jerked and hot come filled my throat. Mark’s loud groan of pleasure echoed over the deck, and my pussy clenched. God, I loved the sound of a man losing control.
Seconds later his body went slack and his grip loosened. A second later he began to stroke my hair softly and I ran my hands up and down his thighs slowly and licked him clean.
When he was clean I sat back on my heels and looked at him with a grin. “Well?”
He lifted heavy eyelids. “Best ever,” he confirmed.
I looked to my left and met Rick’s gaze cautiously. The part of me that had wondered at his not only being okay with it, but encouraging me was put to rest by the heat in his chocolate eyes. My heart pounded. Only when he was super turned on did his eyes darken to midnight like that.
“My turn,” he said, grabbing my hands and pulling me to my feet. He wrapped his arms around me, held me tight to his chest and slammed his mouth down over mine. My knees buckled, and I clutched at his shoulders, thrilling at his strength and the power of his desire.