Keyboards and Kink by Raven McAllan, Vanessa Devereaux, Kassanna, Ashlynn Monroe, Melissa Hosack, Danica Avet, Annalynne Russo, Jorja Lovett, Carolyn Rosewood, Sandra Bunio, Casey Moss, Xandra James, Eve Meridian

thrust and
retreat that made the walls of her pussy clench. Moisture, not from
the rain, dampened her thighs beneath her dress. Her breasts were
pressed tightly against his chest, the hardened nipples throbbing
in time with her heartbeat. Iris lifted her hands and carefully
placed them on his thick shoulders. Briareus gentled his kiss when
she touched him, his tongue teasing her with little laps, enticing
her to play with him.
    And she did. Slowly, tentatively, she kissed him
back, sucking on his tongue, tasting him in shy forays that made
him growl in the back of his throat. Then somehow her arms were
around his neck, her legs wrapped around his waist as they ate at
each other’s mouths, the taste of fresh rain mingling with the
dark, spicy flavor of Briareus. She purred softly and rocked her
hips against his hard stomach, enjoying the feel of having a male
body between her thighs.
    His hands cupped her ass, roughly kneading the tender
flesh as he started to move. Somewhere. Iris didn’t care where they
went as long as he didn’t stop kissing her. This was the most
amazing feeling, intimate in a way she’d never have experienced
without him. Thunder rolled, the deep, tolling vibration making her
pussy flutter with anticipation. This was Briareus, but the sound
of that thunder, the hungry, throaty sounds he made in the back of
his throat were all Thunderkiss.
    Her back came up against something hard, startling
her out of the kiss. Panting, on fire with need, she looked around
to see Briareus had backed her into a tree, his big body pinning
her in place. Stark need made his face harder than usual, but she
wasn’t frightened. If anything, the knowledge that he wanted her so
badly made her burn hotter for him.
    “Briareus,” she said in a raspy tone. “Please.”
    He stepped back and took her hands off his shoulders.
“Grab the branch,” he ordered.
    Blinking against the rain dripping onto her face,
Iris looked up to see a branch directly overhead. Licking her lips
nervously, she reached up to grip the wood in her hands. He stepped
away from her, easily breaking the hold she had with her legs,
making them drop to the ground. Her heels were gone, the soil wet
and cold beneath her feet. She shivered, not so much from cold, but
from anticipation. A quick glance downward showed that she might as
well be naked as much good her dress was doing her.
    “Look at you,” Briareus said in a harsh tone as he
studied her. He looked huge, like the storm god he was, primal and
dangerous, but she still wasn’t scared. “You look like a very bad
girl, Iris. And you know what happens to very bad girls?”
    Breath shunting in and out of her lungs fast enough
she felt a little light-headed, Iris asked in a near croak,
“What?”
    His hands gripped the neckline of her dress and tore
it from her body. His eyes flared with hunger. “They get fucked.
Hard.” Her bra and panties were quick to follow, leaving her
completely naked in front of a fully clothed Briareus.
    ****
    If BC had any concern that he’d scare Iris, it faded
at the dazed, lustful look on her face. Her pupils nearly swallowed
her eyes and color surged into her chest, rolling up her neck to
settle in her cheeks. With her arms over her head, her full breasts
were thrust out, the large brown nipples erect and pouting
prettily. A bead of water followed the center line of her body,
making a trail between her breasts, down her gently curved stomach
before disappearing in the bare slit between her legs.
    “You really are a bad girl,” he said huskily, easing
one of his feet between hers to nudge her legs further apart. “Look
at you.” He crouched in front of her, putting his face level with
her pussy. “Not a single hair to hide these pretty pink lips.” He
stroked the deeply flushed folds of her sex, feeling her arousal
dampen his skin and bringing him the scent of her need. “You’re
soaked.”
    And she was, her cream sliding down her thighs and
tempting him to taste