Justine Elyot is On the Bench
Justine Elyot is a bestselling British author of erotica and erotic romance. She writes for Black Lace, HarperCollins Mischief, Xcite Books, Total E-Bound and others. Elements you are likely to find in her work include: moustachioed melodrama villains, whips, wisecracks, knights in tarnished armour, damsels under duress, lovers, leather, aquiline features, references to popular songs.
How do you choose between two perfect men? It’s like choosing your favourite music—certain pieces suit certain moods. Which mood is Lydia feeling the most?
The autumn season of the Westminster Symphony Orchestra finds Lydia unable to choose between passionate Milan and dominant Karl-Heinz—so she decides to give them both a chance. She hops from one bed to the other, trying to weigh up her options. Milan has a hold on her heart, but has never been reliable. Karl-Heinz is a good man, but what is the secret behind his strange repression? Old rivalries and new jealousiesFalling for him is easy. Dealing with his high-profile life—a life deemed public property by his fans and the press, plus an ex-wife out for blood—now, that’s the hard part. are kindled while Lydia works hard at having the time of her sex life.
No trio has ever practised quite as hard as this…But there is trouble in paradise for Ben and Vanessa, too, as a face from Vanessa’s past makes an unwelcome appearance and all seems impossible to resolve.
Amid turbulent emotions and orchestra rehearsals, the musicians work hard to negotiate a path to happiness. Will music prove to be the food of love, or a poison, infecting the future?
“I’m going to fall through the gap.”
“I’m sure the brochure said there was a double bed.”
“Yeah, well, the brochure lied…oh Christ. That’s it.”
Vanessa squealed with laughter as her lover’s body forced the two jammed-together single beds apart and fell between them, with her on top.
“Shit!” she whispered, hearing him groan. “Are you okay? No bones broken?”
He lay motionless for a heart-stopping few seconds.
“Ness,” he said weakly. “Oh God, Ness, I can’t move.”
She knelt up and looked wildly around her, as if expecting to find emergency medical equipment instead of whitewashed walls and shuttered windows.
“Don’t panic, darling. I can speak a little Spanish. What’s Spanish for 999?”
“I think it’s nueve, nueve, nueve,” he said, just as weakly.
She frowned down at him.
“You’re pulling my leg, aren’t you?”
“Would I? About a thing like this?”
Already his hands were wrapped around her waist, bringing her down on to his chest, against which she beat outraged fists.
“I don’t know why I ever believe you.” She tried to pull herself aloft, but he held her in a tight bear-hug and growled into her ear.
“Get back on that bed, woman. We have unfinished business.”
Vanessa Robertson, still delighted and enthralled to be taking a summer holiday with her twenty seven year old lover, pretended to slap his face before throwing herself back on to one of the beds. Ben rose from the gap like a foppish sea monster, all floppy hair and loose linen shirt, ready to pounce.
“What was it you had in mind again?” he asked, rolling smoothly beside her after shoving the beds back together. “Oh yeah.” He looked down at the hem of his shirt, underneath which the outline of a cock in full erection was clearly visible. “I had some dessert for you.”
“I don’t know if you deserve it now,” grumbled Vanessa.
“No, I have some dessert for you. You get cream. I just get the pleasure of giving. It is more blessed to give than to receive, after all. Don’t feel bad.”
Vanessa snorted. “You’ve got a bloody cheek. Trying to make me feel guilty about giving you a blow job. That’s spin doctoring on a grand scale.”
“I’m sorry you feel guilty, Ness. Perhaps you can make it up to me afterwards.”
“Shut up or these lips are sealed.” She drew an imaginary zip across her scarlet-lipsticked mouth.
He put one of his fingers to his own lips and nodded, then he knelt up and took off his shirt, revealing a tanned torso with a bit more definition than it had had when Vanessa first met him.
His cock, though, was no different and just as mouthwatering as ever.
Vanessa had worn a bikini and sarong for supper, but now only the bikini remained, a red and white polka-dotted number that showed off her trim curves to perfection.
Kneeling opposite Ben, smiling wickedly, she reached behind to unclip the bikini top.
“Ooh,” he said, when her breasts bounced out. “Want to touch.”
“No. No touching. Just kneel up where you are and let me work you.”
She bent her spine and let her breasts dangle either side of his upright shaft, then she pushed them together and gripped him tight. Slowly she rubbed him up and down in that generous cleft, sometimes bobbing to kiss and lick his uncovered tip.
“Fuck, that looks hot,” he breathed. He reached a hand underneath to cup his balls and give them a squeeze. “I’m so tight. I’m going to burst.”
“Impatient,” she said, flicking her glance up at his pained face. “There’s lots and lots of things I want to do to you first. If you come before I’m ready, I’ll have to do even dirtier things to you.”
His urgent whisper drifted over her head and she increased her pace.
“Never you mind. I’m not going to encourage you. You’ve a filthy enough mind as it is.”
“It’s your fault. I used to be such a nice boy. You’ve made me this way.”
She laughed throatily, then released him from the breast-clamp, batted his hand off his balls and took a firm hold of the base of his shaft.
“Ready to go deep?” she asked. “And remember – don’t be too hasty.”
“I’ll do my best but I’m not making any promises.”
She held up an admonitory finger then she crouched low, the tip of her tongue circling its way down his cock as an introductory move before she sucked him all the way inside her mouth, from the swollen head to the rigid base, inch by inch.
“Oh, you’re good,” he whispered. “So good.”
She held his balls and squeezed them as if telling him to be quiet.
He was more than content to moan his way through the rest of the performance.
It was funny how much she loved the feel of him in her mouth, given that she’d never been drawn to brass or woodwind – the instruments that required oral input. This nice fat hard girth was better than a reed, though, and this warm salty flavour beat any metal mouthpiece. It was like holding his heart in your hand, a pulsing, elemental part of him, entirely at your mercy.
She kept it up until her cheekbones threatened to collapse and then she gave him the signal, reaching around his buttocks and parting them wide, which had become their code for ‘you can come now’ when her mouth was full.
Immediately he began to buck and jerk with abandon. She loved to feel his gluteal muscles shifting and rippling under her hands while his cock thrust. She gagged a little but she didn’t mind, eagerly focused on what was to come.
Ah, there it was, the pay-off, the reward. The little salty hit on the roof of her mouth, dripping down her throat. His fingers in her hair. Those sweet, pathetic little noises he made.
She swallowed determinedly and released him, after sliding her tongue all the way up his inner shaft on the way out.
“Mmm, good dessert,” she said.
“Get on your back, Robertson.” There might have been a twinkle in Ben’s eye, but she knew better than to defy him.
She lay down, smiling up at him, feeling every inch the seductress. Her turn now.
Reader Advisory: This book contains BDSM, MMF ménage and MM, as well as references to rape and sexual assault.
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Author Interview Questions.
What was the first book you had published?
The first book with my name on it (as opposed to short stories in anthologies) was On Demand, which was published by Black Lace in 2009.
What was your initial reaction when offered that first contract?
Disbelief – because I hadn’t even written it yet. The editor in question liked a short story I’d written and asked if I’d be interested in writing a full-length book. I remember it was Guy Fawkes night here in the UK and that felt very appropriate because all kinds of fireworks were exploding in my head!
Of the books you have written is there one that holds a special place in your heart and why?
Well, that one is pretty special to me, I must admit. Another is my historical erotic novel, which comes out next year. I just love it to bits and miss writing it already.
Are you a disciplined writer or do you have to wait for the muse to arrive? Do you have a ritual that gets you in the mood?
I’m surprisingly disciplined as a writer, considering how hopeless I am in other aspects of life. I don’t have rituals but I do have specific times of day when I’m at my most productive and I try to stick to those. As for the muse – I have to tell him to get lost half the time. He won’t leave me alone.
What was the last book you read?
The last book I finished was The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins. The last erotica was called Woman of Power by Toni Sands.
What are you working on now?
I’m always working on lots of things at once – currently the sequel to my novella His House of Submission which came out last year.
What genre would you like to try and write that is different from your own?
I’m working on it already – historicals!
When you receive edits are you Teary and Disillusioned or Feisty and Focussed?
Aha, great distinction! I’m a bit of both, but I lean towards the latter because I quite enjoy picking through the bones of my writing. Ghoulish!
What is one thing in your books you’d like to try?
I’d plead the Fifth, but I’m not American, so I guess I can’t! It’s nice to imagine a scenario in which menage sex with men who look like Alan Rickman and Jason Isaacs would be possible…but I somehow doubt it will ever happen. (That book’s The Business of Pleasure, if anyone’s interested…)
Now for some hard hitters with an Aussie flavour!
A sport /sportsperson that you watch? (C’mon there must be one) OR An embarrassing sporting memory.
I’m not a big sports fan but I’ll occasionally watch a few minutes of the cricket in summer. I like a bit of spin-bowling action.
Favourite Aussie Author/Actor /Musician?
I used to love reading Kathy Lette – she made me laugh out loud. Are Crowded House Aussie? I always liked them. As for actor – can I have the entire cast of Heartbreak High? I used to be obsessed with that show. D* Look at him now – do you remember the actor in my middle photo Justine ?
Your view on Vegemite?
Love. It. (Well, Marmite anyway.) D* Vegemite is better – just sayin’ 😉
Formal dinner party or backyard barbeque?
Dinner party to write about – barbie in real life.
Adventure holiday or relaxing by the pool?
As long as I’ve got my book, the pool’s good.
Favourite Aussie holiday place or one you’ve always wanted to visit?
When I was a youngster watching Neighbours some of the characters went to Surfers’ Paradise and I always thought that sounded cool. But realistically, I think Sydney would be more my style now.
Thanks for visiting today Justine. Here is the link to Justine’s website http://justineelyot.com/