🔥 🎶 Desiring Lacey Super Sexy Playlist 🎶 🔥
Good morning, all my Romance Readers Behaving Badly... 😉
I wanted to post my playlist for Desiring Lacey. These songs were played so often during the writing of this story that I know every one by heart. They're drilled into my head and, honestly, I don't think I'll ever be rid of them! But it's okay, because they're fabulous. lol
What was so interesting about writing Desiring Lacey is that I’ve never used/made a playlist before. I’ve had songs that I’ve posted that have reminded me of certain characters or events, but when I wrote my other novellas it was absolute, 110% silent time. With Desiring Lacey, however, these songs were on about 95% of the time. Sometimes the volume was so low the sexy words would barely whisper to me while I wrote, and other times they drowned out the world and everyone in it!
Overall I really enjoyed working with the music. A sexy song, or even a more emotional one like some of the ones in here, will take you away to the place where your characters live. You can feel them and their experiences so much clearer, and it's simply amazing.
Give them a listen and see what you think! I can tell you many of these songs were on repeat for DAYS while I wrote. lol *cough* especially Desire and Until It Hurts *cough*.
Go ahead, try it! Play Desire softly in the background while you read the below excerpt from Chapter One for an even more delicious experience...
champagne. She closed her eyes and let the melody and lyrics wash
over her. The woman’s voice rang out over the speakers, scratchy and
passionate, the words she delivered deliciously explicit as she sang
about desire. Hot, achy, needy desire.
She heard a movement in front of her and opened her eyes to find
a man leading a woman to a large, circular cushion. As he sat down,
Lacey noticed the chatter around her had died, and everyone seemed
to watch them eagerly. As the music continued to play, the man leaned
back on his forearms and nibbled his bottom lip while he watched the
woman reach up and unclip her hair. Her long, blonde locks fell down
her back, and her hands roamed over her curves as she smiled. Her
hips swished back and forth as she glided toward him. She grabbed
his shirt by the collar, then tugged him until he slid down and sat on
the floor, his head resting on the cushion.
Lacey swallowed as she watched the woman place her knees on
either side of his head. Short bursts of excitement burst from her
lungs, and her breasts pushed against the top of her dress. He’s not
going to…surely not right here. That’d be…
She didn’t have time to finish her thought, because the next second
the man pushed up the woman’s black dress, used his hands to spread
her thighs, and buried his face in her sex. Lacey slowly inhaled as the
woman pulled off the garment, her large and perfect breasts spilling
free. She moaned as she ground against him, one hand supporting her
weight as she leaned over him, the other hand between her legs, her
fingers curled in his hair.
The people around her began to move, too. Some made their
way to the next hallway in groups of twos and threes, and others
began to kiss and explore each other right where they were.
Lacey couldn’t have moved if she wanted to. She couldn’t think—
hell, she could barely breathe. All she could do was watch the
couple in front of her. She’d never seen anything like this in her
life. Typically, she didn’t even care for porn, but the scene in
front of her made her entire body tingle. She pulled her legs up
onto her chair, and a small gasp escaped her throat as her
excitement pooled in her center. A moan slipped through her lips
as her juices leaked out and dripped down her sensitive, swollen
flesh. Holy hell, holy hell, holy hell. She squirmed in her seat as
desire overtook her. Her rapid heartbeat pulsed in her head, her
neck, her clit. She wanted nothing more than to touch herself.
She hurt so badly, she needed to touch herself, to make
herself come.
She glanced around at the few people who hadn’t gone to the
private rooms. A couple to the side of her, both still fully clothed,
ravished each other in one of the chairs. The woman straddled him,
and Lacey pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as his hands
explored every inch of her body. With each move, her skirt slid a few
inches higher, a little more of her thighs exposed each time. A few of
the other couples were already naked on the sofas. Some had sex, and
some simply enjoyed each other as fingertips ran up and down arms
and legs, over breasts and along their sex.
As everyone allowed themselves to experience the naughty fun,
Lacey’s thoughts continued to rage a war in her head. She knew if she
gave in to her body and pleasured herself, it would be the least
shocking thing taking place in the room, but even as that knowledge
swirled in her head, she still couldn’t believe she was actually
considering it. This wasn’t her. She didn’t go to sex parties and
masturbate while she watched others screw. Sex was supposed to be
intimate and private, right? That’s how she viewed it. And yet, here
she sat. A shivering, achy mess.
She swallowed the rest of her champagne and put the glass on the
floor beside her. She didn’t have time to think of how she normally
behaved. All she knew was she was in desperate need of release, and
with every second she didn’t give into the urge, her head pounded
harder. Not from the alcohol, but from her body’s unrelenting ache.
Every tremble, every shudder was her body begging her for an
orgasm. She quickly glanced around, then inched up her dress and
glanced down at her legs. Fuck! My pantyhose. Should I take them off?
Just do it over them? Dammit, dammit, dammit…
“And that, sugar, is why you aren’t supposed to wear panties.”
The deep voice startled her, and she looked up into the eyes of a
man in front of her. “They’re pantyhose. They’re—”
“Two totally separate things. Yeah, I know.”
Lacey realized she was looking at the doorman from earlier.
Cameron. If she hadn’t been so preoccupied with the lust wreaking
havoc in her veins, she would have recognized his broad chest and
shoulders. After all, there was built, then there was Cameron.
She turned her head so she could keep her gaze on him as he crept
behind her, then dropped to his knees. His peppery cologne filled her
nose as he leaned in. His lips grazed her ear as he whispered, “Do you
like what you’re watching?”
His breath sent tingles up her neck, and her sex clenched harder.
Painfully. Like she was empty and needed to be filled.
“Y…yes.”
His fingers moved through her long, dark curls as he pulled them
to the side. She closed her eyes and moaned as his scorching lips came
into contact with her neck. His wet tongue skated out and ran up her
skin to her ear. “Open your eyes, sugar.”
Lacey did as she was told. The man in front of her ran his hands
up the woman’s back and pushed her down until her cheek rested on
the cushion, her ass up in the air. The position showed everything.
“What’s he doing to her?” Cameron asked as his hands made their
way down to her chest, and his long fingers massaged the tops of her
breasts over her dress. He applied perfect pressure, squeezing them
just right, and her nipples hardened beneath his touch.
“He’s going down on her.”
Cameron chuckled and allowed his hands to travel to her waist.
“Going down on her? Please. That’s what guys do when they feel it’s
something they have to do. Like it’s a chore.” He removed his hands,
then made his way around her chair until he was in front of her. He
placed his palms on her shaking knees, his thumbs still massaging,
and ran his tongue over his lips. “Open your legs?”
Lacey watched her legs tremble as she parted them slightly,
allowing Cameron to slide in between them. The feel of his body and
his heat against her center had her helplessly trying to grind into the
chair. Anything to get some friction where she needed it most.
He leaned in until their lips almost touched, but stopped just short
of kissing her. “What he’s doing, Lacey, is eating her pussy.” He ran his
mouth across her cheek and to her ear, his hot breath sending chills
up her spine as he spoke. “Watch him. He’s devouring her. He wants to
feel every ounce of her wetness on his tongue, then he wants to
swallow it down. Do you see? Can you tell the difference?”
Lacey watched, transfixed, as the man’s tongue disappeared in and
out of the woman. She heard him moan as he used his fingers to fill
her up. Every now and then, he’d place one of them back into his
mouth and suck off her juices, then he’d grab her thighs or hips and
push her down farther into his mouth. Onto his face.
“Oh!” Lacey threw her head back as Cameron used the palm of his
hand to push against her center.
“Mmm…I can feel how wet you are. Tell me, baby, do you need
to come?”
“Yes…yes please.” She clumsily attempted to remove her stockings,
but he took her hands and placed them on the armrests.
“No need,” he grabbed the middle of her pantyhose, right above
her sex, and ripped them open.
Her center throbbed from both her need and the cool air that now
caressed her sensitive skin. She could feel her wetness on her inner
thighs, and she attempted to rub them together to get some sort of
relief, but it proved impossible with him kneeling between her legs.
Cameron leaned down and hovered just above her sex.
Her legs shook, her fingers dug into the armrests, and her hips
continuously rose off the chair involuntarily. Just when she was ready
to beg for him to put his mouth on her, she felt his tongue softly skate
over her lips.
“Keep looking at them,” he whispered against her. “Watch them
while I eat you.”
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