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  Blessed Benediction

  A daring femme proves to her friends that getting down on her knees doesn't mean she isn't in control. And her horny lover couldn't be more happy about the demonstration. An erotic exhibition of just how to do it.

  Previously published in Tasting Him, ed. Rachel Kramer Bussel (Cleis Press, 2008); republished in Radical Encounters (Bold Strokes Books, 2009).

  Acclaim for Radclyffe’s Fiction

  In Prescription for Love “Radclyffe populates her small town with colorful characters, among the most memorable being Flann’s little sister, Margie, and Abby’s 15-year-old trans son, Blake…This romantic drama has plenty of heart and soul.”—Publishers Weekly

  2013 RWA/New England Bean Pot award winner for contemporary romance Crossroads “will draw the reader in and make her heart ache, willing the two main characters to find love and a life together. It’s a story that lingers long after coming to ‘the end.’”—Lambda Literary

  In 2012 RWA/FTHRW Lories and RWA HODRW Aspen Gold award winner Firestorm “Radclyffe brings another hot lesbian romance for her readers.”—The Lesbrary

  Foreword Review Book of the Year finalist and IPPY silver medalist Trauma Alert “is hard to put down and it will sizzle in the reader’s hands. The characters are hot, the sex scenes explicit and explosive, and the book is moved along by an interesting plot with well drawn secondary characters. The real star of this show is the attraction between the two characters, both of whom resist and then fall head over heels.”—Lambda Literary Reviews

  Lambda Literary Award Finalist Best Lesbian Romance 2010 features “stories [that] are diverse in tone, style, and subject, making for more variety than in many, similar anthologies…well written, each containing a satisfying, surprising twist. Best Lesbian Romance series editor Radclyffe has assembled a respectable crop of 17 authors for this year’s offering.”—Curve Magazine

  2010 Prism award winner and ForeWord Review Book of the Year Award finalist Secrets in the Stone is “so powerfully [written] that the worlds of these three women shimmer between reality and dreams…A strong, must read novel that will linger in the minds of readers long after the last page is turned.”—Just About Write

  In Benjamin Franklin Award finalist Desire by Starlight “Radclyffe writes romance with such heart and her down-to-earth characters not only come to life but leap off the page until you feel like you know them. What Jenna and Gard feel for each other is not only a spark but an inferno and, as a reader, you will be washed away in this tumultuous romance until you can do nothing but succumb to it.”—Queer Magazine Online

  Lambda Literary Award winner Stolen Moments “is a collection of steamy stories about women who just couldn’t wait. It’s sex when desire overrides reason, and it’s incredibly hot!”—On Our Backs

  Lambda Literary Award winner Distant Shores, Silent Thunder “weaves an intricate tapestry about passion and commitment between lovers. The story explores the fragile nature of trust and the sanctuary provided by loving relationships.”—Sapphic Reader

  Lambda Literary Award Finalist Justice Served delivers a “crisply written, fast-paced story with twists and turns and keeps us guessing until the final explosive ending.”—Independent Gay Writer

  Lambda Literary Award finalist Turn Back Time “is filled with wonderful love scenes, which are both tender and hot.”—MegaScene

  Applause for L.L. Raand’s Midnight Hunters Series

  The Midnight Hunt

  RWA 2012 VCRW Laurel Wreath winner Blood Hunt

  Night Hunt

  The Lone Hunt

  “Raand has built a complex world inhabited by werewolves, vampires, and other paranormal beings…Raand has given her readers a complex plot filled with wonderful characters as well as insight into the hierarchy of Sylvan’s pack and vampire clans. There are many plot twists and turns, as well as erotic sex scenes in this riveting novel that keep the pages flying until its satisfying conclusion.”—Just About Write

  “Once again, I am amazed at the storytelling ability of L.L. Raand aka Radclyffe. In Blood Hunt, she mixes high levels of sheer eroticism that will leave you squirming in your seat with an impeccable multi-character storyline all streaming together to form one great read.”—Queer Magazine Online

  “The Midnight Hunt has a gripping story to tell, and while there are also some truly erotic sex scenes, the story always takes precedence. This is a great read which is not easily put down nor easily forgotten.”—Just About Write

  “Are you sick of the same old hetero vampire/werewolf story plastered in every bookstore and at every movie theater? Well, I’ve got the cure to your werewolf fever. The Midnight Hunt is first in, what I hope is, a long-running series of fantasy erotica for L.L. Raand (aka Radclyffe).”—Queer Magazine Online

  “Any reader familiar with Radclyffe’s writing will recognize the author’s style within The Midnight Hunt, yet at the same time it is most definitely a new direction. The author delivers an excellent story here, one that is engrossing from the very beginning. Raand has pieced together an intricate world, and provided just enough details for the reader to become enmeshed in the new world. The action moves quickly throughout the book and it’s hard to put down.”—Three Dollar Bill Reviews

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  Blessed Benediction

  © 2008 By Radclyffe. All Rights Reserved.

  ISBN 13:978-1-63555-504-2

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  First Bold Strokes Books eBook Edition: February 2019

  Previously published in Tasting Him, ed. Rachel Kramer Bussel (Cleis Press, 2008); republished in Radical Encounters (Bold Strokes Books, 2009).

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

  Credits

  Editors: Radclyffe and Stacia Seaman

  Production Design: Bold Strokes Graphics

  Cover Design by Melody Pond

  Blessed Benediction

  Every morning I get down on my knees and thank the powers that be that my girlfriend likes to get down on hers. She just doesn’t like it, she loves it. She loves to give head. She doesn’t care who knows it, either. This I know because I’ve heard her announce it more than once in the middle of a party when girls always seem to end up talking about sex.

  “Danny has a gorgeous cock. I luvvvv to suck her off,” my girl Shelby purrs.

  She doesn’t let on that she notices the raised eyebrows, some in question and others in disdain. She just lifts her chin and thrusts out her great tits and dares anyone to challenge her. No one ever does, so I wasn’t expecting it when I walked up while she was making her usual pronouncement to three or four femmes at a late-night bash, and one of them, a haughty redhead, looked down her nose at Shelby and scoffed, “Oh yeah. That I’d like to see.”

  Damn if one or two others didn’t murmur in agreement.

  “Hi, baby,” I whispered, sliding up next to Shelby and nuzzling her ear. As I wrapped my arm around her waist, I nudged the stiff cock in my pants against her thigh. “Having a good time?
”

  She turned into me and looped her arms around my neck, rubbing against me the way she does when she wants to be sure she has my attention, while she pushed her tongue halfway down my throat. Being a few inches shorter, her soft belly molded to the ridge in the front of my jeans and when she rocked back and forth, she more than got my attention. She got my undying devotion and anything else she wanted.

  “Unh,” I muttered just to be sure she knew.

  When she got done kissing me, she leaned back, her arms now draped loosely around my waist and her hips still slow pumping between my legs and said, “These girls are in need of a demonstration. Do you mind?”

  They say when your dick gets hard your brain gets soft, but a hard-on sure as hell doesn’t make me stupid. I cupped her tight little ass in both hands and rubbed my rod up and down in the sweet divide between her thighs. “Whatever you say, baby.”

  Her eyes got all soft and liquid the way they do when she’s getting turned on, and I knew my dick was doing its job, bumping her clit and making her wet. She curled her calf around the back of my thigh and ground into me until my legs started to shake. She could get me to the edge faster than a New York minute.

  One of her girlfriends hooted and another one called challengingly, “So, Shel, you gonna blow that cock, or fuck it?”

  Shelby took a shuddering breath and pushed me backward until the back of my knees hit a chair and I flopped down. My dick stood up like a rocket between my legs and screaming hot blood beat a crazy tattoo beneath it.

  “Why don’t you gather round and see for yourselves,” Shelby said, talking to the femmes but watching me as she knelt between my thighs.

  Oh yeah, blessed, blessed be.

  Now, the reason my girl is such a great cocksucker is that she understands that a blowjob is as much about the show as it is about her hot, wet mouth sliding up and down my cock until I come in her mouth. She doesn’t go down on me like it’s a chore, or penance, or a favor. She turns giving head into a work of art. Every move is designed to let me know she gets off on my cock, and that teasing my rod makes her cream.

  “You want me to suck you, baby?” Shelby murmured, scraping her nails down my fly. The vibration hit me where I live and my hips twitched.

  “Yeah,” I croaked. Fuck, just thinking about what she was gonna do to me twisted my insides into a knot. “Take it out.”

  She smiled and jerked me a little, the tip of her tongue gliding slowly between her lips. “Sure?”

  “Come on, babe. Suck my cock.” I sounded pathetic now, but I didn’t care. A hard-on leaves no room for pride.

  She laughed and the show began.

  I love to watch her take my cock out. She never hurries, in fact sometimes she works me around inside my pants for so long, by the time she gets me in her hand I’m ready to blow like a first-timer the minute she tongues me. She popped the button on my jeans and pulled my T-shirt out. With her eyes still on mine, she rubbed my belly and kissed my cock through my jeans. I gripped the arms of the chair and lifted my hips, pushing my cock against her face. One of her girlfriends leaned against the side of the chair and draped her arm over the back, her fingertips grazing my neck. Her breast just skimmed my shoulder. Another one in a skirt so short I could see a pale pink scrap of silk covering her pussy crowded up on the opposite side. The bitchy redhead leaned down from behind Shelby and skimmed Shelby’s long blond hair back from her face so everyone could see as Shelby mouthed my cock. The faded denim over the head of my dick was soaked from her sucking on it.

  “Are you getting nice and hard for me,” Shelby asked, running her fingers up and down the bulge in my jeans.

  I humped her hand, jacking myself up good. “Locked and loaded.”

  She gave my cock a swat and warned, “Don’t even think about shooting until I tell you you can.”

  I just nodded dumbly as she tugged down my fly. My white briefs, stretched taut over my straining cock, heaved out through the gap.

  “Ooh,” one of Shelby’s girlfriends said breathily, “I’d like to see you deep throat that monster, honey.”

  “Just watch,” Shelby replied and slid her dainty fist inside my Jockeys.

  “Uh,” I grunted, my vision going double as she wrapped her fingers around me and gave me a couple of quick pumps just to be sure I was ready for her.

  Then she twisted her wrist left, then right, and pulled my cock out into the air. A good three inches stuck out past her fist, which she kept wrapped around the base. With her eyes locked on mine, she kissed the tip and swirled her tongue around the head.

  “The thing about boys,” Shelby said to her friends, pausing every now and then to lick the underside of my cock, “is that all they think about is shooting that load.” She slid her fist up my wet cock until only the head was visible. “A really good blowjob takes time, so don’t let them rush you.”

  She made a circle of her ruby red lips and sucked the fat, shiny mushroom tip into her mouth. At the same time, she skimmed her fist down my rod. Pressure surged between my legs and I mumbled something stupid like, oh yeah suck my dick, like she wasn’t already doing it. She hummed a happy sound and slid another inch or two in her mouth and my legs started a little dance. Up. Down. Up. Down.

  “Fuck,” I muttered, because I was about to embarrass myself in front of all these girls.

  “Now,” Shelby said, letting my cock pop out of her mouth, “if you jack their cock and suck at the same time, they’ll last about thirty seconds.” While she talked, she kissed and licked the head of my dick and jiggled the shaft back and forth over the spot where she knew I was stiff and pulsing. “That’s fine if you’re doing them while they’re driving or you wake up with their hard-on in your face and you haven’t even had coffee yet. Then a fast jerk and blow works great, doesn’t it, baby?”

  Just watching her tongue flick at the head of my dick was making my belly tingle and I was close to letting loose even if she wasn’t jacking me off. “I want to come in your mouth.”

  Shelby laughed and looked up at her girlfriends. “See? One-track mind.”

  “Suck her cock,” the redhead ordered, her voice all tight like something hurt her.

  “Yeah, make her pop,” the one in the short skirt standing next to me muttered, and I caught a glimpse of a wet spot in the middle of her pale pink panties.

  “Be good, baby,” Shelby murmured, and then she really got down to business.

  Inch by inch, she sucked my cock into her mouth until her lips met the circle of her thumb and index finger around the base of my shaft. Then she slowly slid all the way back to the crown, following her mouth with her hand. When she got to the end, she circled her tongue around the head and toyed with the tip before sliding her lips and hand back down again. My cock was slick from the wetness of her mouth, making it easier for her to jerk me off.

  “You like that, babe?” I whispered, clasping the back of her head with my hand. I knew better than to force her down on it, but I liked to feel her moving up and down me. She rolled her eyes up to mine, her mouth full of my cock, and I read her answer in her glassy unfocused gaze. Knowing she got off sucking me off is what really did it for me. “You like my big cock down your throat?”

  She pulled off long enough to mumble, “I love your cock,” and then she slurped me down again.

  Watching her lids get heavy and her cheeks flutter as she sucked and licked and worked me in her fist stoked the fire between my legs. I felt that coiled-spring-about-to-snap tension deep down inside and I couldn’t help it, I had to fuck her mouth.

  “You’re gonna make me come,” I gasped, my stomach tight as a board. “Suck it, baby, suck it. Suck it.”

  She picked up her pace, her hand and mouth a blur on my cock, the sound of her wet tongue lapping at me like thunder in my ears. She knew just how to grind my cock over the hard center of my need and I grabbed her head in both hands, getting ready to shoot.

  One of her girlfriends reached down and rubbed my belly. “Oh damn, girl, s
he’s about to unload right down your throat.”

  Shelby whimpered, her mouth too full for anything else, and my cock and my clit exploded. I yelled and my hips jumped, and Shelby pulled back just enough so I didn’t choke her. She didn’t let up on me, though, sucking and stroking until I collapsed in the chair, my arms and legs limp and useless.

  She sat back on her heels and licked her lips, still slow-stroking my cock. She gazed up at her girlfriends, who all looked flushed and hot. “The best thing about sucking her off,” Shelby said sweetly, “is that now she’s not in so much of a hurry.” She stood, hiked up her skirt and twitched her panties aside, and straddled my hips. Her eyes shuttered closed for a second as she took me deep, then she shuddered and sighed. “So she can fuck me just as long as I need her to.”

  And me? Hell, after a blowjob like that, she can have anything she wants. Halleluiah.

  About the Author

  Radclyffe has written over fifty romance and romantic intrigue novels, dozens of short stories, and, writing as L.L. Raand, has authored a paranormal romance series, The Midnight Hunters.

  She is an eight-time Lambda Literary Award finalist in romance, mystery, and erotica—winning in both romance (Distant Shores, Silent Thunder) and erotica (Erotic Interludes 2: Stolen Moments edited with Stacia Seaman and In Deep Waters 2: Cruising the Strip written with Karin Kallmaker). A member of the Saints and Sinners Literary Hall of Fame, she is also an RWA/FF&P Prism Award winner for Secrets in the Stone, an RWA FTHRW Lories and RWA HODRW winner for Firestorm, an RWA Bean Pot winner for Crossroads, an RWA Laurel Wreath winner for Blood Hunt, and the 2016 Book Buyers Best award winner for Price of Honor. In 2014 she was awarded the Dr. James Duggins Outstanding Mid-Career Novelist Award by the Lambda Literary Foundation. She is a featured author in the 2015 documentary film Love Between the Covers, from Blueberry Hill Productions.