Sexy Toy: Eve's First 4 Firemen

By Q. Zayne

Four-on-one MFMMM menage—reverse-harem style. With a twist! Beware: This big, muscular firemen novella is for adventurous readers only. Tonight, Eve gets to be one of the guys. You get edgy, hard, unprotected, long sex scenes and supernatural adventure. This is not a quickie.

This dirty age-gap interracial group sex series has hot, detailed scenes focused on one eager young woman. There's forbidden romantic one-on-one with her old man’s best friend the fire chief—and focused-on-her menage scenes with more firemen. You also get domination, an assertive heroine, romantic suspense, an eerie mystery at a Gothic mansion on the California coast, polyamory, and intense heart connections.

Mild BDSM, unprotected hard sex, consensual held-down sex, and scorching hot all-at-once action! Huge fire hoses! There’s a brief preview of the next episode. All 5 episodes of this All the Men series are live.

Get Sexy Toy immediately and feel the heat!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Q. Zayne
• Release date: Jan 12, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463341797

Q. Zayne

Q. Zayne often appears on top 100 author lists. Q. minored in Classical Archaeology and has an MFA in Creative Writing from SFSU. After teaching at the university, working as an editor, and freelancing, the author embarked on a wild digital publishing adventure. Thanks to fabulous readers, super promoters, and unflagging supporters, Q. writes fiction for a living from the Yucatan, Central America, and the California coast.Check out the Quin Zayne books for dirty, high-heat romance, and Q. Zayne for Erotica and naughty fairy tales.

Book preview

FIRE DOWN BELOW

I SETTLED ONTO HIS lap and gazed into his eyes. I ran my finger down his chest. I flicked his earlobe with my tongue and slid my finger lower, down his firm stomach to his navel.

Gripping his ear in my teeth, I tugged.

He moaned.

I licked up and down his ear. He writhed and reached for me. I stopped his hands.

Who is she? Who’s the lady of the manor? I husked into his ear.

You do not play fair.

Who’s playing? I’m serious. I need to know who she is.

You don’t. Really, you don’t.

I squirmed on him, my ass rubbing his erection.

Yes, I do. Tell me.

His erection deflated. I’d never felt that happen before. I felt bad, but not bad enough to stop.

Why is this so important to you? He walked his fingers down my back to the crack of my ass.

I squirmed. He’d made his point. He could distract me the same way.

I scrunched my face and thought about it. My gut response was because she was in his arms, twice. I didn’t want to admit that, because that was slimy green jealousy. Goth gal was a much more womanly type of woman than me: full curves, super-long thick black hair, pale skin. Before actresses had to look like action heroes, she could have made a killing in Hollywood.

Come on, Chief, give.

Oh, I’ll give alright, you minx.

I giggled. You know what I mean. I want to know what’s up with the Halston place and the mystery woman.

There’s something about that, Eve, that I don’t want you to know. I have a good reason. I need you to trust me. He leveled those sexy eyes at me. Promise me you’ll stay away from fires.

I promise.

Now I’m going to give it to you. He took hold of my ass and squeezed.

Hold on.

I slipped into the bathroom and wriggled into a new white nightie. The silky material looked almost see-through, and the V of lace in front went down to my navel. My dark pink nipples stood out right at the edge of the lace. It flared over my hips and swished along my legs as I walked.

Blake whistled.

My face felt hot. I blushed all the way to my breasts. All the nasty things we’d done together, and he still had this effect on me, made me feel like a virgin.

I walked to him, slowly, conscious of the thin lace and silkiness over my nipples, sliding along my hips and thighs with each step.

He reached for me, fingers clawed, eyes gleaming.

He yanked at the white nightie.

This is real sexy on you, and all I want to do is rip it off. I’ll buy you another one.

I was breathing too hard to answer. I nodded vigorously.

He grabbed and yanked. It resisted. He got a better hold, tearing the lace panels. He pulled, his muscles bulging and veins standing out.

It tore down my body, baring me. I felt like a sacrifice to a violent force.

That was so hot. Let’s do it again. Before he could answer, I raced back into the bathroom for a quick change.

Blake let out a low whistle when I stalked into the room in nothing but a skintight white-ribbed undershirt.

Damn, Eve. You’re trying to kill me.

I cast him an innocent look. What’s wrong chief?

"I’m going to end up owing you a wardrobe. He levered up from the bed, sprang at me, and ripped at the tank top. It parted with a satisfying ripping sound, tearing between my breasts to my dark gold pubes.

He sucked in a breath. I’m going to fuck the hell out of you. You like to play with fire, I’m going to give you some right here. He reached between my legs and gripped me by the crotch. He lifted me.

I stared at him wide eyed, naked, balancing on his hand.

He tossed me on the bed, his face primal with lust, his strength caveman-like.

You fucker.

Yeah, that’s me, and you’re the fuck-ee.

He mounted me, growling like an animal.

He grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head in one hand. In that position, my breasts flattened against my chest. He licked from one nipple to the other, fast, his head a blur on my body.

He parted my legs and found me drenched. He spread me wider with his knees, his movements brutal. Lust flared through me like a big prick spearing me ahead of him. He wasn’t far behind.

He stabbed his cock at me and jammed it in.

I howled.

He rode me like a wild man, the kind of brutal sex I’d always dreamed of, uninhibited, crazy.

I wanted to rake his back with my nails, but decided just in time I probably shouldn’t. I didn’t want him to have to answer any questions about marks.

I wrapped my legs around him and fucked