Mia slammed her laptop shut and glared at Ryan across the table.
"You write the dirtiest shit I've ever read. Now prove you can back it up."
They had met at the smut authors' convention two days earlier, bonding over whiskey and shared complaints about publishers who wanted tamer sex scenes. Both wrote raw, no-holds-barred erotica. Mia's books featured women who demanded exactly what they wanted. Ryan's were packed with men who fucked like they meant it. Over late-night messages they had started swapping scenes, daring each other to go further. Tonight they had ditched the hotel bar and gone straight to Ryan's room with one goal.
Ryan stood and yanked his shirt off. "Get on the bed. Spread your legs."
Mia did it fast, hiking her skirt up and shoving her panties aside so he could see how wet she already was. "Write this into your next chapter, asshole. Tell them how soaked I got just from reading your last scene."
Ryan dropped his pants. His cock stood thick and hard, the head already leaking. He climbed between her thighs and rubbed the tip up and down her slit, smearing her juices over himself. "You want me to fuck you like the characters in that office scene you sent me?"
"Fuck yes. Hard. No teasing."
He pushed in with one rough thrust. Mia groaned loud, nails digging into his shoulders. Ryan didn't wait. He started pounding, hips slapping against her ass with every stroke. The bed creaked under them. Mia reached down and rubbed her clit in tight circles while he fucked her.
"Talk dirty like you do in your books," she gasped.
Ryan leaned over her, mouth at her ear. "Your cunt's gripping me like it never wants to let go. I'm going to fill you up and then watch it drip out while I make you read the scene back to me."
Mia moaned and clenched around him. "Do it. Come in me. I want to feel it."
He grabbed her hips and slammed harder, the wet sound of his cock driving into her filling the room. Mia came first, back arching, thighs shaking as she cursed and told him not to stop. Ryan followed seconds later, burying himself deep and pumping hot pulses inside her.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Ryan pulled out slowly and watched his come leak from her. Mia reached down, scooped some onto her fingers, and licked them clean while staring at him.
"Round two," she said. "This time you fuck my mouth while I write the next paragraph in my head."
Ryan grinned and flipped her onto her stomach. "Then we switch. I want to see how you describe this when you're the one getting railed."
They spent the rest of the night trading positions and filthy lines, each new act feeding straight into the stories they would write later. By morning they had enough material for three new chapters and a standing agreement to meet at every convention from then on. The smut they produced after that session sold better than anything either of them had written before.
