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Hard to Get
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Who needs boys when you've got toys...
Lizzy Cross has given up on men. She can't trust them. She can't depend on them. And when it comes to sexual fulfillment, they don't come close to a night alone with her fantasies and a wide variety of immensely pleasurable substitutions. Then on the night of her sister's bachelorette party, Lizzy finds herself staring at the very naked and very familiar torso of her ex.
Cockier than ever as a cowboy stripper in leather chaps (and nothing else), Ty is determined to win Lizzy back by taking his act off the stage and putting it back between the sheets. With Lizzy's hard edges and her penchant for toys, it's a good thing Ty likes playthings too. But will he be able to get past the kink that stands between them and show her the true pleasure a flesh-and-blood man can give her?
Lizzy all but barreled down the door to their hotel room. Hugging her bag of goodies, she flopped on the bed and began wiggling out of her tights.
"I've never seen you so excited about sex." Flashing a hungry look, Ty claimed the bag and peered inside. "So, want to play our game?"
Play the game…or play with Ty and her new Rooster? Hard choice.
She imagined that realistic cock sheathed around his, vibrating away inside of her, and nearly went wild. Her pussy muscles constricted around empty space, demanding.
She tossed her tights at him and they landed on his shoulder, dangling haphazardly. "No way. Save that for a rainy day."
Ty lifted her tights, hanging them on his forefinger and lifting them to his nose. "I'd say it’s raining plenty—between your legs."
That it was. She was more than wet enough to take the width of the Rockin' Rooster. Cock-a-doodle-doo!
"And I'd say don't waste water."
"Who me?" Ty feigned innocence, like he wasn't the one who'd flooded her kitchen. "Never!"
"Yes, you!" Off flew her clothes—directly at him. "I'm all about conservation. Now hurry, save my orgasm!"
A crooked, amused smile lifted his whiskered cheeks she approached him naked, seized the buttons of his jeans, and tore them open.
"One cock to your rescue." Throwing the bag on the bed, Ty disposed of his t-shirt as she tore down his pants and stepped from his bunched-up jeans, kicking them aside with a chuckle. "I've never seen you so keyed up and for you, that's saying something."
"Are you kidding? I've got the Rockin' Rooster! It's like…like I'll be doing a robot or something! Half man, half vibrator!" Jumping on the bouncy bed, Lizzy fished in the bag and pulled out the Rooster, fighting the plastic package for her little guy's freedom.
Keyed up? She was excited as all get out. The more she thought of it, the more she realized, this was it. Maybe, just maybe, if her body just once could see to do her a favor, this would be the end to her orgasmic trouble.
She was on the dawn of a new her—after all, before Ty, trying something like this had been out of the question. Now, with him and the Rooster, she could have her cake and eat it too—sex with Ty, with the plus of actually being able to climax. Toys and man, coming together to form the Liz-bot, a match made in heaven, by a female God of course.
"Here, let me." Wielding his pocket knife, Ty took the package from her.
Lizzy watched him, watched the blade, as it sliced through the top of the clear plastic and he tore open the package.
The trash fell to the ground and Ty took the Rooster, twirling it on his finger.
Oh, it was too cool! She had to touch it, feel it. "Give it to me!"
"No way." He winked. "Hope it fits."
Pushing her back, he straddled her chest, so that his cock was directly in her face, so close she could smell him, that fleshy, salty scent of arousal and man, then the new-car smell of the rubber sheath as he enveloped his cock.
It was so much bigger in person, adding unrealistic inches and width to Ty.
Holding the remote in hand, Ty clicked the button, turning it on. A low hum filled the air as he leaned forward, rubbing the quivering cock along her lips.
All the blood in her body rushed to her mouth—the effect, dizzying. "Oh my…"
Ty pulled back slightly. "Where do you want me to go with this?"
"Go?" The question brought about a million possibilities, like the way her lips tingled, her mouth watered. What would it feel like to suck a vibrator? To have it humming down her throat, thrusting past her lips, in and out, bringing Ty pleasure?
What's more, the possibilities were endless. Her mouth wasn't the only spot he could use the Rooster on, now was it?
Holding it at the base, he waggled the Rooster in front of her. "Well?"
Her tongue darted out, licking the wide head of the Rooster.
"Ty," she whispered, drawing a deep breath that jostled the hovering Rooster in her face. "Make me crow. Take that damn toy and use it until I beg you to stop."
"Beg me to stop?" He chuckled as he slid down her body, letting the toy hum along her length. "Now why would you want me to do that?"
Sitting between her legs, Ty lifted her feet to his shoulders, and set to work like a man on a mission—a mission of orgasmic proportions—and Lizzy focused on one thing and only one thing. Feeling. Feeling the way only he could make her feel—he and the acclaimed Rooster—as he held the cock against her clit, riding the nerve-infused bud in quivering circles, sliding up and down the length of her pussy, venturing almost too-far south, into untried territory with the Rooster's turned down beak, then back up, riding her cunt so thoroughly, so wonderfully, that he left Lizzy panting. Hot and ready, wet and willing, for whatever he might do with that thing.
And do, he did, pressing the Rooster flat against her mons, drawing her legs downward, so that her thighs clamped him securely as he switched the speed even higher and rode her without entering her.
The beak pecked at her anus and her body arched, meeting his strokes, riding tidal waves of tingling ecstasy. She was high and flying higher—the way he wielded that thing, she could never make herself feel this way. Never had felt this way.
But that wouldn't stop her from aiding his efforts. God, yes, she needed this, needed to be touched everywhere, needed to fill the hole growing wider and wider in her. To complete herself…them.
Cupping her breasts, she molded the soft mounds in her palms, tweaked her nipples with her forefinger and thumb, drawing and rolling pleasure to the tightening peaks, climbing higher as she rode his every stroke.
He hadn't even entered her yet, but she could feel it, the climax rising in her, the release to come.
And that's when he plunged into her, driving her home with the wide, curved and bumpy cock that reached so high, the pressure on her g-spot was almost unbearable.
She knew that part of her cunt well, had praised it many times, but she'd never known this, this…whole body experience. The way her toes curled and her mind whirled.
Dear God, it almost felt too good.
5 Cups! "Hard to Get is a fantastic read and the sex is really hot. Run out now and buy this book." Anya, Coffee Time Romance
"Hard to Get is the first book I have read by Alyssa Brooks but it won't be the last. It is a very fast-paced, emotional read that got my attention from the first page and never let go until the last word." Shellie, Queue My Review
"Quirky, inventive, imaginative, and a whole lot of fun...!" Heather, Errant Dreams Reviews
"This contemporary tale is all about love, second chances and having faith in your partner...The heart-wrenching drama is laced with scorching sex scenes that, ultimately, lead to a happy ending." Gail Pruszkowski, Romantic Times
"Scorching, sizzling, hot. Yes, they all mean the same, but in HARD TO GET they’re an understatement. Alyssa Brooks has penned a tale that will have readers booking the next trip to Antarctica in hopes of finding a place to cool down. Don’t miss another minute before reading HARD TO GET." Holly Tibbs, RRT Erotic