Sliding Closer To The Edge

Writing is a lot like life. Your beliefs, your interests and your knowledge grow as time passes. If a story is to be true to life your characters need to grow through the plot you write around them. When I embarked on my erotic romantic comedy series, Reigning Men, I figured it would be two books long at best. However the series just keeps growing. I began with a girl, Meg, who had only had sex a couple of times and neither experience left her gagging for another one. Caught between her apparently frigid mother and her nymphomaniac great aunt Maud, Meg struggles to work out just where her own sexual desires lie.
Volume One, Male Order explores Meg’s growing awareness of her own sexual desires with the help of sexy flat mate and fuck buddy Sam Stephens. When he first suggests the arrangement she is hesitant but steamy sex soon turns to something more. They push each other to discover new ways to enjoy their bodies. She has a God given talent to suck cock without gagging no matter how far down her throat Sam’s dick slides. And he has a wicked streak that sees him convincing her to screwing like dog’s in heat against her mother’s kitchen cupboards while her family and friends party a few feet away at her dad’s birthday barbeque. While her love life is finally positively orgasmic the rest of her life is falling in a hole, the culmination being her arrest for hiring out male prostitutes. Bad enough her best friend conned her into helping out with her male escort business, without the added complication of the arrested customer being her great aunt Maud and the prostitute her sister’s ex, Irish stripper Michael Monaghan.
Volume Two, Male Review is due out on 28 May. The book continues with Meg and Sam being forced to share living accommodation with great aunt Maud. Now that they have a house guest their sex life requires even more imagination. How can they sneak around without getting caught? Meg’s mother and father fall out over her arrest and debauch behavior and her mother moves in with them. Now her house has been invaded by the crazies Meg can’t blame Sam when he moves out. He can only take so much. Forced to find alternative sexual venues on a low budget they sneak into Male Review, the BDSM themed strip club owned by great aunt Maud and Meg’s friend Laura. Tempted by the St Andrews cross Sam is ready to push Meg’s sexual adventure to another level.
Volume Three, tentatively titled Hot Male is languishing almost finished on my laptop. The sexual adventure and Meg’s growth has to continue for the story to work. Sam and Meg have already tried sex in public places, where they have the added excitement of potentially being caught and the whole world of BDSM has opened up to them. Finally, confident in her sexuality, there is still one place Meg wants to visit, a threesome with the irritatingly sexy Michael Monaghan, is it a place Sam wants to visit? Am I running out of ideas a sliding closer to the edge or how far these two are prepared to go? I guess time will tell.
Male Review, Reigning Men Volume Two
Blurb
A nymphomaniac octogenarian great aunt, a frigid mother, and a BDSM male strip club, what could possibly go wrong?
Sam Stephens and Meg Riley are in love, and finally on the cusp of sex anytime, anywhere, anyhow. That is until Meg’s Great Aunt Maud, the octogenarian nymphomaniac, gets tossed out of the old folk’s home and moves in with them, closely followed by her polar opposite, Meg’s scarily frigid mother.
Meg’s best friend Laura convinces Aunt Maud to invest in Male Review, a BDSM-themed male strip joint.  For Meg, it’s just one more step along the path to disaster, made even worse when former prostitute Michael is hired as the bar manager.  After all, Laura’s last venture ended with Meg being arrested as a pimp. And Michael’s to blame for the crazies invading Meg’s home, and even worse, he still has the hots for her.
If she wants to get her life back, all Meg needs to do is find a new home for Maud, resolve the dispute between her warring parents, keep Michael at arm’s length, and rescue her relationship with Sam before it disintegrates completely. Male Review appears to be just one more problem to deal with, but perhaps it could provide an unexpected solution.
Excerpt
Sam thought about detouring into his bedroom, but instead he kept going until he got to the bathroom. Meg would be more relaxed with a locked door between them and her aunt. Nothing was going to stop him now, not even Maud. A man could only live with the woman he loved and hold her at arm’s length for so long. Not that he wanted to make out in front of the old lady. She didn’t need anything else to rev her engine, but something had to give, and right now his balls were aching with a fierce desire like never before.
He swung the door open, stepped inside, and dragged Meg in with his free hand before she had a chance for second thoughts. Although, from the way her pupils dilated, her soft pink lips slightly parted and nipples pressed hard against her nightwear, he doubted she had a coherent thought in her head. He wasn’t far behind her. If he didn’t re-consummate his love for her soon, he was going to explode.
He pushed the door shut and turned the lock before pinning her against it. Her breasts squashed against his bare chest, the warm fabric of her night dress the only barrier between them. When she brushed her lips over his the pulse in his groin quickened. He needed to take a moment or he would shoot his wad before she was even close to orgasm, and their relationship didn’t work that way. They had rules. No release for him without at least one for her. The thought of her pussy pulsating around him didn’t help any. With a soft moan, he pushed away, making some space between them. She was too short for sex in the shower to work without added elevation, but he had the problem in hand.
He passed her the ice cream and spoon, and then opened the cupboard door. He turned around with a huge grin on his face and her best pair of fuck-me sandals swinging from his index finger.
“You little bugger. I’ve been looking all over for those.”
“I figured I might as well keep them handy. Never know when you could have a shower emergency and need them.”
“What, like a having to call a plumber kind of emergency?”
Sam stepped closer, pinning her to the door with his body. A tide of lust swept through him and settled as a hardening pulse in his erect manhood. “I can be your plumber, painter, or anything else you need. I’m always available to be your tool man.”
Meg dipped the spoon into the ice cream, and then dribbled the cool confection over Sam’s pecs. Leaning forward, she lapped at his skin. Her perfect mouth did things to him no other woman ever had. Gasping for air, he purred beneath her hot tongue—if he had been a rocket, she would have just lit his fuse with that move.
Sam dipped his finger into the dessert and slipped it between her lips before replacing his finger with his tongue. They played tongue tag as the deliciously cool treat melted in their mouths. With a loud moan, Meg dropped the tub to the floor and wrapped her arms around his neck. The spoon landed on the gleaming white ceramic tiles with an ear shattering clatter and they both froze.
Meg pulled back and swallowed before whispering, “Do you think she heard us?”
He listened for a moment, and then shook his head. “Nope, thankfully she’s as deaf as a post. So, let’s make the most of our time alone.”
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Meg fought the urge to cover herself when he glided her already open robe and her nightdress off her shoulders and down her arms. Even though she had been dieting for a couple of weeks and Sam said he loved all her girly curves, she was still a tiny bit self-conscious about being nude in front of him. Apparently oblivious to her concerns, he eased her night attire to the floor, along with her sensible cotton panties.
He cupped her breasts and smothered them with kisses. All thoughts about who was nude with whom and how they looked evaded her. She stifled a moan when he moved to trail kisses over her stomach and ever closer to her aching center. How the hell had they kept their hands off each other for a month?
“Sam?”
His voice sounded muffled as he kissed her heated mound. “Uh huh?”
“Have you been … been … been … oh … God … your tongue … I … have you been jacking off?”
A deep chuckle sent a wave of warm breath between her now parted thighs. “Nope, I’ve been saving myself for you.”
She buried her fingers in his hair and sucked air between her teeth when he finally teased her pulsing clit with the very tip of his tongue. If he did that many more times, she would teeter into the oblivion of orgasm before the wild stallion trotted out of his stall.
After one last flick of his tongue, he turned his attention to her feet. He slipped her sandals on, and then stood up. When he hooked his thumbs in the sides of his boxers, she grabbed at him.
“Stop. Mine.”
He grinned, put his hands behind his head rippling his pecs, and watched through hooded lids as she eased his rigid cock free, slipping his underwear to the floor.
At eye level with her heart’s desire, she couldn’t resist some teasing of her own. She wrapped her fingers around his steely shaft and softly licked at the sensitive skin just below the swollen head. His blood pulsed beneath her touch and she would swear to God his dick grew another inch.
With a growl, he pulled her to her feet and reached in to turn the shower taps on. Apparently happy the water was warm enough, he walked her backward into the shower cubicle and slid the glass door shut. His mouth stifled her squeal of complaint when her back hit the cool tile wall. Clearly, washing wasn’t on the agenda. Not that she was complaining. Being clean was overrated.
Sam’s kiss was bruising. All the pent up frustration of a month with no sex was in his kiss. She returned the rabid embrace with matching ferocity. If he didn’t get his cock inside her in the next twenty seconds, she would scream, Aunt Maud or no Aunt Maud. Desperate to consummate their illicit tryst, they fumbled madly like a couple of virgins. With a growl of protest, Sam dragged her left leg over his hip. With no more than a cursory slide of his fingers the length of her hot, wet slit, he positioned himself for entry.
Meg gasped for air, already on the brink of release, when a light bulb went on in her head. “Condom!”
Sam closed his eyes and fought for breath, his chest rising and falling as he leaned against her full breasts.
“They’re in my room. Have you got one?”
Meg groaned and shook her head. How could they have finally found a few minutes alone in a locked room and have no condoms? She stared into Sam’s eyes, dark with passion, and she reached between them and grasped his steely rod. “I don’t care. I’ve waited four weeks for this.”
Sam swallowed. “I’ll pull out before I come and you can finish me with your hand.”
This was madness. She knew enough about Sam’s sexual history to know she only risked one thing. Even without him coming inside her she could get knocked up, but right now she didn’t care. Meg nodded her agreement, and then her eyelids fluttered as he slid his cock home. They rocked together. He mapped her neck and face with his tongue and lips and she grabbed his butt, holding him tight to her as he lengthened his stroke and slipped ever deeper. Her pussy rippled with pent up need, welcoming the wild invader home. When he palmed the back of her thigh and slid his hand closer to her swollen, needy bud, she moaned into his mouth. One flick of his calloused fingertip sent her into spasms of near ecstasy and elicited a grunt of approval from her wet and wild lover. One more touch and she would orgasm. She knew Sam would never hold back, and she realized she didn’t want him to.
“Sam, I love you.”
“I love you too.” He kissed her fiercely, and she knew today could well be the day she made her mother’s life by conceiving her first grandchild.
“Meg? Meg?” Fists pounded on the door. “Meg, are you in there? I need to use the toilet. I think I’ve had a wet dream. Mr. Drabinski says he has them all the time. That’s why his trousers are always damp.”
Meg groaned with frustration. Not now, not when they were just about to … God, Sam was shrinking fast. His cock flopped out of her and she dropped to her knees with a moan of, “No, no,” intent on giving his manhood mouth to mouth.
Sam let out a growl and slammed his hand into the shower wall. “Give it up, Meg. She’s hell bent on ruining our lives.”
“Meg, who are you talking to?”

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About Lillian Grant
Born and bred in the UK, my whole life was turned on its head when, at the tender age of eighteen, I met and fell instantly in love with my darling husband. I knew the minute I met him I was going to marry him and, fortunately, he came to the same conclusion less than six months later.
My husband has shown me the world, starting by bringing me to Australia. The country we now call home, and where we have raised our two boys. It didn’t take me long to turn native, becoming a citizen and dropping the British accent. However, our wanderlust didn’t stop there. We have moved from state to state, always ready for a new adventure. We have also visited many destinations around the world.
My stories reflect my love for travel and exotic locations, along with my quirky British sense of humor. Well, you can’t give up all of your heritage now can you?
My romantic suspense novel, Speak to Me of Abduction is due to be published by Siren-BookStrand on 15 June.
Visit Lilian at LillianGrant.com