Friday, July 22, 2011

Lemon Drizzles

Thank God It's Friday!!!

First off today I would like to announce the winner of June's Lemon Drizzle Author of the Month!

June's Lemon Drizzle author of the Months is:

Hard to Ignore by lizzylillyrose

A HUGE thanks to all the authors that participate in this segment. Keep the LD's coming, I love to read them!!

This Weeks Pic Prompt:

Loosen Up My Buttons by JaspersBella

Coming through the door, I call out, “You're on in fifteen. Switchhead is wrapping their set up now.”

 The guys are getting excited, I love watching them before they hit the stage.  They truly love performing and the fans are going to be in quite the show tonight.

I look over each guy before they head out, approving their outfits for the night.  But then my eyes land on Jasper, and his purple button up.

 “Ummmm...Jay, what are you wearing?”

 “That would be a shirt, Bella,” he smirks at me.

Shaking my head, “No- I don't THINK so.”

 “I disagree.  It is a shirt,” he teases me playfully.

 “Jay, that color is awful.  Why in the hell would you wear it?”

 “I like this shirt.”

 “It's lavender.  Are you going to start wearing sweaters and loafers now?”, I ask in disbelieve.

  “I just might,”  he says, teasing me again.

 “You're not wearing that on stage.”

 “Yes, I am.”

 “No! You are not!” I walk over to his hanging clothes and pull out a dark gray shirt, “Here, put this on.”

 “I don't wanna.  I'm gonna keep this one on,” he whines, his accent becoming thicker with each word. 

Before he can protest anymore, I step closer to him, my body almost touching his.  Reaching up, I start to unbutton his shirt slowly while looking up at him.  His eyes widen as I continue with the buttons.

After reaching the last one, I lay my hands on this stomach, dragging them up his body and over his shoulders, removing the shirt as I go. Finally, I slip it off of his shoulders.

I notice both of our breathing has picked up at this point and the room has gone quiet.  I can feel the guys staring at us, but I completely ignore them. I stay focused only on Jasper.  His blue-gray eyes seem to darken when I wrap a hand around the side of his neck and pull him down to me.

My lips ghost the edge of his ear as I whisper, “Will you please wear this shirt for me?”

He nods into my shoulder and slowly pulls away from me.  His eyes never leave mine as he pulls the shirt on, buttons it up and rolls up the sleeves to his elbows.

I originally took his shirt off to get my way with the new shirt, but then something changed between the two of us.  I know I wasn't the only one who felt it.  We've been dancing around each other for months, but neither of us has made a move for anything more.

Our moment is interrupted by a stagehand yelling out for the band to line up for the walk to the stage.  Finally gathering my senses, I snap out of my Jasper induced fog. Stepping away from him, I make my way over to the guys to make sure they are all ready. 

“Ok...ummmm....have a great show,” I tell them.

They each give me a look as they pass by me and give me the traditional kiss on the forehead for luck.  Jasper is the last one to leave.  He stands in front of me, cups my cheek with his palm and slowly runs his thumb over my lips.  He leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips.  I watch as he walks out to catch up with the rest of the band.

 “You coming, Swan?”  I hear one of the roadies ask me.

 “Yeah, I'll be right there.”

As I make my way to the stage, my lips still tingle from the feeling of Jasper's sweet kiss.

I can hear the crowd chanting for the band and erupt in cheers when Jasper's guitar hisses and Emmett belts out the words of wanting to be a rock star.  I laugh and think to myself, Yeah, Brother, there's not wanting to be a rock star.  You are one.

The energy in the place is high.  Em is dancing around and singing his heart out.  Jasper, Peter and Garrett have stepped up their playing to match Emmett.  This is probably the greatest show they have ever played.
I step out from the side of the stage a little more to get a better look at the crowd.  Amazing. There’s not one person sitting down – everyone is on their feet, dancing and singing along.

Over two hours and three encores later, the boys are leaving the stage.  I start walking toward the dressing rooms because I'm not really sure what to think about what happened earlier with Jasper or if there is a chance that maybe he and I can be together.  I just can't seem to face him right now, so I take the coward’s way out.

Before I reach the door, I'm grabbed from behind and a voice whispers in my ear, “Wanna tell me what that was about early?”

I melt into the strong arms of the man that I want more than anything.

Not able to find the words, I just shrug my shoulders.  Jasper pushes me into an empty room, spinning me around to face him. He picks me up by my waist and sets me on a table.  The look on his face tells me that he wants me just as much as I want him.  He kisses me and our hands roam all over each other.  I start to unbutton his shirt as his hands go under my skirt, pulling my panties down away from my hips, jerking them down my legs and dropping them to the floor.

I start to unbuckle his belt and whisper, “I guess I'm your groupie girl tonight, huh?”

He stops instantly and looks me in the eyes, “You know I'm not like that.  You're the only one that I want.  

Tonight and the rest of forever, you'll be mine.”

My passion for him increases as I grab him and kiss him hard, trying to get his pants off of him at the same time.  I'm so wet for him that he's able to push his cock into me with one thrust.  We both moan as I wrap my legs around him and his starts thrusting harder.

His body was already slick with sweat from being on stage, but I didn't care. It just made me want him more.  My legs start to shake as Jasper fucks me harder.  He suddenly pulls out of me and turns me around. He hand pushes down on my back til my chest is flat on the table and he enters me from behind.  His grip on my hips is painful, but the pleasure he gives me makes up for it.  I can feel myself getting closer with this new angle as he sinks deeper inside me.

 “Jasper, I'm so close,”  I moan as he continues to pound into me.

 “Fuck, Bella!”  he growls out as his leans over my body, slightly biting into my shoulder.

This causes me to release and I feel him pulse inside me as he bites harder and then kisses the bite gently.  We lay there for a minute trying to catch our breaths and trying to get our heartbeats to return to normal.
All too soon, Jasper slips out of me and helps me up.  He pulls me to him and kisses me deeply.
We break apart and stand there for another minute just looking at one another before we start to get dressed.

 “Soooo, what happens now?” I ask cautiously.

He smirks at me, “Well, now I get to show off my girlfriend to the band.  Groupies be damned!”

Taking my hand, I let him lead me to the dressing room. He allows me to enter in first and slaps me on the ass.  I turn around in shock.

 “That’s for telling me you don’t like my shirt.”

We both chuckle and undress slowly.   I really hope the rest of the band won’t leave us because this is going to take a minute.


Thanks for the Hand by TheLyricalCutie
 Peter & Rosalie

I growled low, thinking of my husband Royce.  Everything I used to think was so dreamy about him now left me wanting to smother him in his sleep.  I should have listened to the tiny voice in my head screaming ‘I don’t’ the day of the wedding, I should have waited like my parents told me to, but I’d simply ignored everything and strutted my way into marital bliss.  The ink had barely been dry on the paper before I’d realized what a mistake I’d made.  But I was a Hale and Hales didn’t quit; they also didn’t do manual labor, according to my father. So here I was four years later, shackled to a desk job I hated instead of working as a mechanic as I’d always wanted, and married to a man I despised.  

“Hey, Beautiful!” A cheerful voice broke through my miserable thoughts “Working late?”

“Hey yourself,” I smiled, looking up at the one bright spot in my day.  

Peter Whitlock.  

He’d started working for Cullen & Platt Law Firm a few months ago and we’d become fast friends; always talking and laughing when we encountered each other.  On my worst days, he could make me smile with his outrageous flirting; I even flirted back on occasion.  Peter was one fine looking man. He was six-one with the body of a swimmer, dark blonde hair, and the most amazing hazel-green eyes I’d ever seen. I often found myself getting lost in them when we were talking. Lately, I’d started fantasizing about attaching myself to those delicious looking lips of his, but the ring on my finger kept me from launching myself at him. 

 “I offered to work,” I finally answered as he propped a hip against the corner of my desk.
“That husband of yours still getting on your nerves,” he drawled with a knowing smile.

My stomach fluttered.  There was just something about a southern accent that made me want to purr like a kitten.

“Let’s put it this way,” I sighed dramatically. “I wouldn’t cry if he got lost on the way home and never came back.”

Peter chuckled swinging his booted foot.  I tried not to stare, but it was absolutely impossible with him looking the way he does. 

“Sugar I couldn’t imagine anyone not wanting to come home to you.”

“Ha you don’t know my husband.  Royce views me as nothing more than a piece of furniture!”

“Then he’s a damn fool,” he spoke with conviction.

My eyes widened at his tone. 

“Then what does that make me?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“An angel for putting up with his shit,” he said a little softer now. I practically melted into my seat as he continued, “He doesn’t know how to handle you.” 

“Ha, and you do?” I asked with a smirk. 

Peter was always talking shit. It was what he did best.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…” he drawled and my heart stuttered a step. 

I sure as hell wanted to know!

“Hales don’t get divorces,” I quoted, mimicking my mother.

A slow smile crossed his rugged face, “I wonder what else Hales don’t do,” he said softly.

Had someone turned down the air because it suddenly felt hot in here? 

“Well since I’m a King I guess you’ll never know,” I joked trying to defuse the heat spreading through my body.  My panties were damp.  Rose, get a hold of yourself, I chastised myself silently. 

He leaned in closer until our noses almost touched and my stomach clenched in anticipation. 
“What a damn shame,” he breathed.  

His breath ghosted over my lips like a lover’s caress and a slight moan escaped my lips.  What a damn shame indeed.

 “I better finish this filing so I can get home,” I mumbled pushing away from him reluctantly. 

On one shoulder, I had the good angel reminding me of my marriage vows. On the other shoulder, the bad angel was telling me to mount up and ride that stallion.  My pussy walls quivered at the thought of his cock sliding in and out of me as he took me from behind, slapping my ass in time to his strokes as I screamed my way to ecstasy.  Choking back a moan, I grabbed the files, mumbled a see you later, and hauled ass to the filing room before I did something stupid.

I was bent over putting some files away, still trying to calm my hormones when a hard body pressed up against my backside. I bite my lip as an even harder cock pushed against me.
“Let me give you a hand,” Peter whispered in a smoky voice and my eyes rolled back as he grinded into me.

“Oh my fuck,” I groaned as his lips attacked my neck finding that spot that turned me into a wildcat. 
There’s no turning back now, I thought lustfully as his lips and hands trailed over my body.  I started rubbing my ass against his cock harder and faster when his hands slipped under my dress to massage my pussy through the silk of my panties.  The combination of his fingers and silk created a delicious friction that had me panting and begging for him.

My hands found my way to my breast and started toying with them as his fingers danced over my clit.  I was mumbling to him incoherently as pressure started to build between my legs.  I was close to cumming when he suddenly stopped. He spun me around and took my mouth in a ravenous kiss. My pulse skyrocketed as I lifted one leg along the outside of his.  My hands ran over his shoulders, chest, and down his stomach, loving the feel of his toned body twitching under my fingertips.  

His hands moved to my thigh, pulling me hard against him and I nearly moaned from the contact. My dress bunched around my hips as he cupped and kneaded my ass in his big hands. Heat rushed through me when he suddenly picked me up by the back of my thighs and carried me over to the desk we kept in the room. He sat me down on it and reached under my dress ripping my panties off in one fluid movement.  The action caused blood to rush to my ears in shock and I barely noticed he’d dropped his pants until I felt the tip of his cock nudging my wet entrance.

We both groaned as he rubbed the tip along my dripping slit. 

“Is this ok,” he grunted, staring at me in my eyes as he pushed into me a little. 

“God yes,” I groaned, wanting more.

“That didn’t sound convincing,” he said with a sexy smirk, withdrawing completely.  

“Please,” I whispered wiggling closer, trying to get him all the way in. 

He chuckled at my efforts, pissing me off.

“Gotta do better than that Rosie baby.”

I growled, pushing him away, hopped off the desk and leaned over with my ass in the air.
“Peter Whitlock, quit playing around and fuck me hard,” I ordered slapping my own ass in the process.

“With pleasure baby,” he pushed into me roughly causing us both to groan in pleasure as his pumped in and out of me at a fast pace. My hands skidded over the smooth surface for leverage as I pushed back riding the waves of pleasure his cock was producing.  One hand held onto my hip as the other slid around to play with my clit.  I was moaning and sobbing his name, urging him to quicken his pace, calling him my daddy and whatever the fuck else came to mind. We both stiffened at the same time and I rode out the waves of my orgasm as he thrust into me one last time. A curse escaped his lips as he collapsed against my back.

“Thanks for the hand,” I murmured when I finally caught my breath.


Love Touch by TheUnderStudy
 Jake & Sasha
I was so glad this day was over.  My brother, Jason, and I owned a diner in a small town outside Phoenix.  The summer was always busy because we had one of the best air conditioners in town.  Plus, I made an awesome blueberry pie.  Jason had left early for a date and I was just about to close.  We usually stayed open later, but the town was pretty much done by eight.  It was pushing nine-thirty now.   

I heard the bell above the door clang and I turned to see who would be coming in so late.  I dropped the plate I had been holding and it clattered to the floor.  Before me stood a piece of my past, the man that held the remnants of my heart. 

“Jacob Black?” I asked in a whisper. 

“And you’re Sasha Jenks,” he said like the smartass he was. 

It was his voice, but deeper, richer and it melted over me like lava. 

He was a little taller, maybe six foot-four.  I did not settle on his face, but kept examining the changes.  He was wearing a black leather jacket with a faded black shirt underneath.  There were a lot more muscles than the nineteen year old I last saw twenty years ago. I could see them as they rippled across his chest as he crossed his arms. He was also wearing a pair of worn Levi’s.  I knew that bite-tastic ass was looking fabulous. 

I pondered whether I should take a chance and look at his face, those eyes.  I sighed and looked up at him. And there it was – that fucking smile that killed me every time shimmering white and wide. His brown eyes were somewhat aged, matured, but still carried that hint of mischief that was a part of his soul. I recognized the scar under his left eye from where he was teaching me how to fight and I nicked him with my mother's ring. His hair was still black, but it was shorter, more mature. 

I could no longer deny the feeling that was stirring within me. I ran to him and attacked his lips, gripping his hair in my hands. He was shocked at first, but then gave in to my feral kiss. I was a tigress, reclaiming what was mine. I didn't care about the details right now. I wanted what my body had been missing for so long… 

Love…Fire…Passion…Lust…Jake…My Jake… 

He pulled me closer as he braced himself on the table. He gave into the kiss more and more. Our mouths remembered every taste, every motion, and how to capture every moan.  My hands were everywhere.  I was close, but not close enough.  I wanted more and Jake could sense it. So he lifted me up by my thighs and sat me down on the prep table. The silver metal table was cold, but I did not care. Jake would burn me till I burst. He was all the warmth I needed.  

Jake popped the buttons open on my uniform and began to kiss down my chest.  He was ravenous and seemed like he couldn't get enough of me. It felt like he wanted to taste me all over, but I was too needy to wait. 

"Jake, I haven't had sex in over three years and not great sex since you. Fuck me, baby. Hard."
He moaned into my chest and kissed me, biting my bottom lip. I lifted his shirt and tugged it off of him, tossing it across the diner. He brought his lips back to mine and his kisses were like a man dying. Jake pulled back and reached under my uniform and yanked my panties down my legs. He too was eager and ripped them from my body. The burn was welcomed and I loved it, mainly because I knew what was coming.  He bent down and ran his nose along my leg. 

"I know you're wet for me baby. Tell me I'm right," Jake murmured into my thigh.  

He didn't wait for an answer as he placed a hungry kiss to my aching center. He shoved his tongue in to my needy heat and began to lap at my wetness. 

"Fuck Jake! Hmmm, it’s been so long,” I moaned. 

"You still…lick…taste…lick…the same,” he groaned.  "My delicate fruit has ripened." 

I couldn't stop my moans, I gripped his hair, guiding him to what I liked.  However, he remembered every place, every spot, and every "yes yes right there."  I was so close, but he stopped. His head shot up and braced both of my wrists on the shelves behind me.  

"I want to feel you squeeze me," he said in a low, appetizing, growl. 

"Hmmm, Jake. Please," I said, licking his arms, nibbling what was close to me.  

He leaned in and kissed me again while using his free hand to unbutton his pants. I looked down to see my old friend, and I wanted to kiss him hello.  My heart raced faster as I thought of how large he was, how much he could fill me. 

"I fucking love you Sasha, always," Jake said before pushing deep into me.  

It was too much for the both of us and we each had to steady our breaths.  I didn’t want it to be over so soon.  I wasn’t ready to hear truths. He let go of my hands and I wrapped them around his neck. One of his hands were bracing my back, grasping me tightly, as the other held on to the shelf. Our pants were in sync as we tried to calm down, but the high was just too fucking much.   

He pulled out and pushed back in just as fast.  There was no slow, only fast and greedy.  My moans matched his and there was nothing but ecstasy.  He leaned back and began to fuck me senseless. I had to release my hands from his hair to hold on to the shelf behind me.  He slid his hand that was holding on to the shelf down my arm.  He then cupped my face and kissed me before he brought his hand up to the bun in my hair.  He released it and loosened my blond locks.  This I knew he loved. 

"So beautiful." he moaned as he pushed deeper and faster. 

"My Jake, mine." I said contentedly. 

I began to help him along, using my grip on him to thrust along in rhythm with him.  The shelf and table shook with his force. The slaps of our flesh was echoed throughout the diner and it was the best sound ever.  We were connected and I was whole again.  He was the only one to make me sweat this way. I breathed into his neck and whispered a low I love you. I couldn't help it. I did, always had. I had to say it before the truth came crashing down. 

"Sa-sha," he said brokenly, trying to breathe and talk through his thrusts. 

"Jake, gonna...God....," I whispered. 

That was all I could get out before I began to clench around him. I reached behind me for the shelf and held on as he thrusted twice more before pushing so deep in me it triggered another orgasm for me…and finally his. 

He howled my name so loud that it sounded like the windows shook.  His head fell to my chest and I heaved in and out, never letting go of the shelf. He sighed once more and looked up at me, pushing a stray blonde hair out of my face.  He had a sheen of sweat covering his entire bronze colored body. He was perfection. 

Jake reached up and loosened my hold of the shelf. We both laughed and he rubbed my hands, kissing them reverently.  He then slid out of me, both wincing, but smiling. It was totally worth it.  He brought me to his chest, holding me tightly to him. 

"I'm sorry," Jake said.  

“I’m sorry too.” 

He kissed me and smiled.  This was my Jake.  Everything about him made me feel alive.  We would talk about the missing years between us, but for now we had each other.



Breakfast in Bed by Jasper's Women.
I woke up to see that Bella had already gotten up.  Smells of bacon and coffee hit my nose.  I stretch out and smile at the thought of Bella making me breakfast.  I get up and look for my clothes form last night, I was in a rush to undress and threw them everywhere.  I can't find my shirt and know she's wearing it again.   She loves to wear my shirts after we make love.  She says they keep my scent with her. 
Last night was pretty damn good, when Bella gets into a book she has that sexy look on her face. I can't help but attack her.   I pull on my pajama pants and slowly walk downstairs.  The smells get stronger as I get closer to the kitchen. 

I stop when I get into the kitchen, he is shading there in just my shirt cooking.  Does she realize how fucking sexy that is?  She starts to dance around humming a tune and I get hard just watching her.  I need to be inside my wife again.   I bite my lip and try not to moan.  I tilt my head to get a better look and focus on her body moving around underneath my shirt.   
I slowly make my way over to her and get right behind her, I shut off the burner and she gasps and turns around.  "JACOB!" She shouts, "You scared me. What are you doing?"  I grab the back of her neck and pull her to me, I kiss her hard and deep, I want to show her exactly what I am doing.  It only takes her a second to kisses me back. She wraps her arms around my neck leaning on me. 
I slowly stop the kids and move down her neck.  "Jacob, I wanted to make you breakfast. You must be starvin'."  I moan, "I AM hungry Bella."  She shudders at my words and I snake my hand and under the shirt to caress her breasts.  I roll her nipples in my fingers and she moans softly.   I love playing with her body, I know exactly how to make her wet and ready for me.  
She starts to squeeze my shoulders and her knees begin to wobble.  The pleasure is too much, I wrap her legs around my hips and walk her over to our dining room table.  I sit her down and kiss that sexy mouth again.  I can't get enough of her, I want to fuck her all the time, be inside of her day and night. 
I move my hands down to her waist and feel that she has panties on.  I groan, I don't want anything stopping me from taking what's mine.  "I want to fuck hard and fast on this table Bella.  What do you think about that?"  She shakes and nods her head, she's too turned on to speak.  I chuckle and run my hands along her hips pulling at her panties.  "I am going to rip these off of you, I need to see that sexy pussy of yours again.  I need to feel it around my cock."   She stares at me, speechless as I grip them and pull them down in swift motion off her legs, she shudders at my movements.  "Jacob, I need you inside of me, please."  She sits up and kisses me, her tongue massages my mouth.  I can't hold on much longer. 
I grab the collars of my shirt in both hand and rip it open, buttons fly everywhere.  She gasps as her body is now in full view for me.  I lean down and suck on her breast, nipping and licking at her nipple while I play with the other in my hand.  She gyrates and moves against my cock.
I stand back from her and she looks shocked. I smirk at her and slowly pull my pants down.  She stares at my cock.  She always said it was sexy and lickable.  She loves to suck me off anytime, anywhere.  How could any guy refuse that?  But to know it was my wife who wanted my cock, well that takes the fucking cake.    
I move towards her and rub my cock against her pussy. She is wet and ready for me.  "Bella, I need to fuck you right now.  Is that okay?"  She looks at me and nods her head, "Jacob I 've been wanting you to do that since you turned off the burner, please stop teasing me."  She grabbed my cock and push it inside of her slowly.  The feeling of being inside Bella is like no other.  There are no words to describe being buried balls deep inside my beautiful and sexy wife.  The harder I pumped into her, the quicker she moves her hips.  She grabs tightly onto my shoulders, trying to pull me deeper into her.  I unclasp her hands from my shoulders and slowly lay her on the table.   I watch as my cock slides in and out of her pussy.  I grab one of her legs and lift it flat against my body, the actions pushes me in deeper.  Bella shakes with pleasure.     
She's gyrating her hips, grabbing her breasts and moaning out incoherent words.  I am making my wife lose her mind to the pleasure of my cock.  "I love watching you cum Bella, I love knowing that it's my dick that makes you wet; that makes your body tremble.  I love knowing that it's my cum flowing inside of you."  With that she shakes and flows around me, I grunt as I slam into her hard and fill her with my release. 
I try to catch my breath, then slowly lean down to her, she wraps her legs around my waist, "Jacob, every time with you gets better and better."  She says between deep breaths. I pull out and pull her up to me.  "Bella I want you upstairs on our bed.  I will finish making breakfast and then bring it up to you.  I want to spend the rest of the day with a part of me inside of you."   She nods and almost runs up the stairs.  I chuckle as I pull up my pajama pants and walk into the kitchen to finish breakfast.  This will give me time to recharge my dick and for her to catch her breath.   Can't think of a better way to spend a Sunday.

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  1. Damn that was hot as hell! Wooo what a Friday! Y'all have fogged my glasses up.

  2. Just wow...*fans self*

    I would like to welcome JaspersBella and TheLyricalCutie to the Lemon Drizzles..hope to see you here again soon!

    TheUnderstudy and Jasper's Women...very hot and yummy as usual!!! I LOVE Friday's!!!