Here’s a sneak peak at the second story in Texas Men, due out in March 2009. Keep in mind this excerpt is very, very naughty and involves a spanking bench, two sexy cops, a plug…well, you’ll see.

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“No use fighting. You’ll injure yourself, baby.”

“I’m not your baby.”

“Not yet, but you’ll be my playmate for the rest of tonight anyway. You agreed. You stepped across that threshold.”

“I’ve changed my mind. I want it out now. And I’m gonna shove that goddamn plug up your ass, bastard.”

“You’re just a little scared, aren’t you kitten?” Logan said.

Sarah lifted her head, and then held it erect as she watched Logan strip off his tee. His chest was massive, muscled slabs arranged in layers like sedimentary stone. Dark hair, thick and slightly wavy furred his tanned chest nipple to nipple, then arrowed downward to disappear into his jeans.

“You want to see the rest?” he said, a grin sliding up one corner of his mouth.

“Make yourself comfortable,” she choked out.

He opened his belt buckle and thumbed open the buttons down the placket of his jeans, exposing more tanned flesh. He shoved down his jeans, toed off his boots, and stepped out of his clothing.

His cock wasn’t hard in the least. Wasn’t he inspired with what he’d seen, what he’d done to her? Didn’t he find her the least bit attractive?

He must have read the disappointment in her face because he chuckled. “I’m not a little boy. I have better control than that. I thought you might like the honor of getting him ready.”

“Honor? Think highly of yourself?”

“I know I’m good,” he said, sauntering toward her. “I know Joe and I are going to blow your mind tonight. But we have plenty of time to get to know each other. For now, I’d be satisfied to see that pretty pink mouth of yours busy doing something other than complaining.”

He stepped closer, his cock inches from her nose.

Her eyes narrowed, wondering what he’d do if she took a great big bite.

“No teeth,” he said tapping her cheek with his finger. Then he pinched her chin and pulled it down to open her mouth. “Lips and tongue, only.”

Sarah couldn’t help it. The hum strumming her pussy had her so wet her juices leaked down her thighs. Her ass was beginning to burn with a heat that wasn’t all that unpleasant as her sphincter tightened and eased around the plug in tiny caresses. She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of him.

“That’s it. Open up and suck him right inside. He’s soft enough you can cram all of him in there.”

She opened wider, doing as he urged, sucking his soft cock into her mouth, warming his flesh with her moist heat. Without a conscious thought for what she ought to do, she began to suction, pulling at his dick, her head moving forward and back to encourage the blood to rush to his extremity and fill it.

Slowly, he unfurled. Softness ripening, filling, hardening beneath her swirling tongue and suctioning mouth, until she couldn’t breathe so much thick cock was stuffed inside her mouth. She drew back, pulling at him, rolling him out, then bobbing forward because she wanted more, wanted the fullness against the back of her throat.

Before she knew it she was groaning around him, salivating so well the long shaft glistened. The sounds she made, animalistic and wet, filled the room.

His hand cupped the back of her head. Fingers combed through her hair. He crooned, soft murmurs that grew more strained as she raked his length with her teeth–a tiny rebellion that he allowed.

Suddenly he pulled back, his cock slipping from her lips, and she moaned.

“That was good. But I think Joe’s a little jealous. Want to show him what he missed?”

“Give me yours, again. He can jack himself off.”

“I’m done for now, kitten. Want more cock to suck? Won’t that make you happy? Your pussy must be sucking at that vibrator right about now. That plug has to be making you ache. Don’t you want something else stuffing you?”

She liked the dirty talk, wanted it raw. From him.

She cast Joe a glance, shocked to see him naked too because she hadn’t noted when he’d undressed.

His body was lean–thick, ropey muscles flexing along his arms, crunching across his stomach. His cock wasn’t soft, wasn’t waiting for her to unfurl it with her mouth.

His broad palm stroked up and down the bronze shaft. The tip was full, round, and her tongue rimmed her lips. She couldn’t help it. She wanted that cock cramming somewhere–her pussy being her first preference, but maybe she could break them, make them crazy to fuck her if she did this right.

“Please,” she said softly.

Joe’s jaw sawed tight. His eyes narrowed. But he dragged his feet forward, pointing his cock at her mouth.

Logan strode back to the table, but she couldn’t follow his movements for more than a second, because Joe was pushing that fat crown between her lips, and she had to swallow.

Her lips surrounded him, sucking on the soft, spongy head. Her tongue lovingly delved into his narrow slit and fluttered against the edges until she heard his breath release in a rasping moan.

“Take it down, baby. Open wide.” His hands cupped her ears, and he centered himself in front of her and pulsed inward, stabbing past her tongue, bumping the back of her throat. “Swallow. Give me a kiss with that deep throat of yours.”

She obeyed, quelling the urge to gag and swallowed around him, loving the way the muscles in her throat caressed and squeezed around him.

Then he was pulling back, and she couldn’t have that. She sucked hard, trying to follow him, but he laughed and plunged back inside.

The wet choking sounds she made earned her praise. His hands gripped her hair hard, pulling, but she didn’t care, he couldn’t be gentle, and that was what she wanted, him letting go, him stroking deep, his thighs thickening, trembling with the effort to control the strength and depth of his strokes.

A stinging flick touched her buttocks, and her teeth bit into her lips, closing hard around Joe’s cock.

“Logan! Fuck!” Joe said and drew his cock slowly from her mouth.

Sarah twisted her jaw side to side to ease the ache, and then lifted her head.

His gaze was thoughtful, his grin a little rueful as he fisted himself and slowly stroked his fist toward his groin.

She couldn’t help smiling as he soothed himself.

The straps holding the butterfly in place loosened, and the device fell away. Fingers slipped inside her, and she tightened her inner muscles around them, gripping them as hard as she could.

“I know. You’ve been very good,” Logan purred. “Joe, do you mind?”

Joe’s face tightened, but he nodded sharply, and the kneeler creaked as Logan lowered himself behind her and snuggled his thighs up behind hers. His cock prodded her opening, and she sucked air between her teeth.

A tap to her cheek, and she opened her eyes to meet Joe’s gaze. “Don’t come until I say so or you’ll only get this once.”

Once would be enough. She licked her lips and looked at the fierce erection he still stroked within his fist.

God, she wanted Logan’s then Joe’s cock. As many times as they’d give it to her. She held that thought as Logan chuckled behind her then thrust sharply inside her body.

Her back bowed, and her arms pulled hard against the restraints, but again they wouldn’t give. She took his firm strokes, wishing she could sink to the floor and let him rock her world as she ground her nipples in the carpet.

Which brought her back to the tweezers still clasping hers tightly. Joe tugged the chain between them, then reached to one set of tweezers and increased the pinch, and then did the same to the other. Painful throbbing in her breasts and ass was almost enough to slow the rise of her orgasm which cramped her belly it was so strong.

“Joe, please,” she begged. “I can’t…it’s too much…please, please.”

He bent, and his mouth covered hers. She nearly wept at having her mouth filled with his tongue while both her ass and pussy burned.

Logan’s thrusts quickened, his hands gripped her stinging buttocks. Then he pulled all the way out, leaving her on the edge.

Joe’s mouth lapped hers, his tongue sweetly stroking hers and withdrawing. When he leaned back, she felt abandoned. “No,” she said and tried to follow.

He knelt beside her, undid the buckles at one wrist then the other, and then unsnapped the hooks that held her thighs open.

He helped her up, and she slumped against his body.

“Get the doors,” he said to Logan then bent and swept her into his arms.