Invitation to Passion: Open Invitation, Book 3 (10 page)

 
    
He was no such thing. She didn’t think Jud
could be offended by anything. The owner of a sex club would have seen and done
it all. “I’m not laughing
at
you. It
just made me think of that movie,
Deuce
Bigalow
: Male Gigolo
, where the two guys do a strip
dance wearing teeny tiny sequined Speedos. Very ridiculous and funny, but so
not sexy.”

 
    
“I’ve never seen the movie. But I think I
could do better.”

 
    
“Forget it, sequins don’t suit you.”
Besides, she couldn’t wait to get him naked in the water. “Just take it all off
now.”

 
    
“Whatever you desire.”

 
    
Her desires were boundless, her appetite
for him unlimited. And there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that Jud would deliver
everything he promised.

 
    
Jud threw his suit jacket on a corner
chair, then loosened the tie and undid the shirt buttons. A glimpse of dark
chest hair tantalized her. She hadn’t explored his body last night, but
tonight, ah yes, she’d investigate every inch as she bathed him. That’s what
this whole scenario was for.

 
    
He’d gone commando again. With his pants
undone, his cock sprang free. His magnificent cock. Stacy had sucked it, licked
it, made it come, but she hadn’t studied it, hadn’t yet memorized its texture
or its fit in her hand.

 
    
“You’re making me want to get right to the
fucking again when you look at me like that.” He stroked himself, then pushed
his pants to his ankles and toed off the whole shebang, including his shoes and
socks.

 
    
Her mouth watered. Beneath the bubbling
surface, her body wept for want of him. “How am I looking at you?”

 
    
“Like you can’t wait to get me inside you.”
He pulled off the tie, but with the tails no longer confined in his slacks, the
shirt covered his erection.

 
    
“So hurry up. I’ve never seen a man
dillydally so long.”

 
    
“That’s your problem, sweetheart, rushing.”

 
    
Which was very close to the thought she’d
had a few minutes earlier. At last he’d tossed aside every stitch of clothing.
His rigid cock bobbed as he climbed the steps and stepped down into the water
beside her.

 
    
“I’m naked, and I’m yours. What do you want
to do to me?”

 
    
Suck him. Fuck him. Make him come. But in
answer, she perused the bottles of shampoo and body wash along the rim of the
tub. “Which scent do you prefer I use on you?”

 
    
“I don’t care what you use on me, but I get
to use something fruity on you. Tangerine maybe. I want something that reminds
me of eating.” He bared his teeth.

 
    
“All you think about is eating.” But then,
so did she, as long as it was his body parts she was savoring. She chose
cucumber for him. Not too unmanly, but then something from the men’s counter
wasn’t an available choice. She pulled him to his knees in the water and
lathered his chest.

 
    
“I like that you’re hairy but not too
hairy.” She loved the texture, coarse on his chest, but getting softer as it
arrowed
down his abdomen. She washed off the soap, then
sucked his taut nipple into her mouth.

 
    
He drew in a hiss of breath. “I like that
you like. So tell me, what’s your secret fantasy? The thing you haven’t done
yet that you’re dying to do.”

 
    
“Now that’s cheating.” She brushed up
against him as she reached behind and washed the slope of his back down to his
butt. And between. “If I tell you, then you’ll provide it and automatically win
the challenge.”

 
    
“It’s not cheating to want to know what
goes on in that gorgeous mind of yours.”

 
    
“Cheater, cheater,” she taunted as she scouted
round to his front side and foamed his balls and the base of his cock. His lids
drooped in lazy desire, and he rocked gently in her fist, doing all the
cleaning work himself.

 
    
“Come on,” he urged. “Let’s do a little Q
and A. I ask something, then you get to ask.”

 
    
She didn’t give a damn if he cheated. It
could only be to her benefit. Imagine having all your fantasies acted out for
and on you. She slithered down in the water and washed his powerful thighs.
“All right. But I’ll only answer what I feel like answering.” It’s not as if
she could appear to give in easily.

 
    
“Have you ever thought about being with
another woman?”

 
    
She tipped her head. “There’s one major
obstacle to that.”

 
    
“What?”

 
    
“Women don’t have cocks.” She took his
clean, slippery tool in her hand and pumped lightly, swirling a drop of come
over his taut crown. Then she shuffled back and bent her head, taking him,
tasting his salty desire. “I don’t think I’d enjoy sex if I didn’t get to taste
this.”

 
    
“Well then, how about a ménage with a man
and another woman? You’d get the cock as well.”

 
    
She laughed. “Then it becomes a
competition. Which is not the same as a challenge.” At least not
their
challenge.

 
    
“And you want everything to be about you.”

 
    
“Yes. As it should be.” She batted her
eyelashes. “Isn’t that what this
agreement
between us is all about?”

 
    
“Of course. My turn now.” He plucked the
bottle from her hand and grabbed the tangerine wash he’d wanted to use on her.

 
    
“What about you?” she asked, though a
slight tremble traveled through her as he drew soap bubble sketches all over
her body. “Have you ever thought about being with another man?”

 
    
“It doesn’t hold any attraction. I love
women. I love everything about them.”

 
    
“Like what exactly?”

 
    
“I love the way a woman tastes. Her mouth.”
He kissed her, taking her tongue as if he savored a fine wine. Then he backed
off to soap her shoulders. “Her skin,” he murmured as he sluiced the spot with
water, then bent to the curve of her neck, licking along her choker, sucking
her skin lightly, then finishing off with a gentle nip. She shuddered in
response.

 
    
He buried his face in her hair, breathing
her in. “I like the way she smells. All the lotions she uses, the shampoos, the
concoctions, the perfumes that smell completely unique with each application.”

 
    
“I like the way they feel.” With soapy
hands, he traced her breasts, flirted with her nipples, then trailed two
fingers down her arm. “Their skin is soft, like silk and satin.”

 
    
With another palm of liquid, he
sudsed
her bottom, slipping between her cheeks and making
her quiver with desire. With the other hand, he tunneled between her legs. “I
like the plump feel of their sex, how slippery they get.” He nudged her legs
farther apart and slid across her clitoris for the moisture he liked. She
purred deep in her throat like a contented feline.

 
    
“I love the sounds they make when they’re
aroused.” He put his damp fingers to his mouth. “And did I say I liked the way
they taste and smell?” He sucked on his finger as if he relished her. “Hot,
spicy, fragrant.”

 
    
Pulling her over him, he rubbed his cock
between her folds. “I love the way a woman’s pussy squeezes me when she comes.
I love her heat surrounding me.” He pushed her hips down to hug his contours.
“I love discovering what turns her on, what makes her scream. But mostly I love
being the man who gives it all to her.”

 
    
She felt herself melting beneath the
onslaught of his well-placed touches and the litany of sexy descriptions. “So
why on earth would you want to tie yourself down to one woman?” He should have
been like her, loving the variety. “I mean, after a couple of times, it’s been
there, done that, on to something new and exciting.”

 
    
“You need to open your mind to the enormous
potential. A man can never know everything there is to know about a woman.
She’ll always have a fresh mystery for him to uncover. A man isn’t worth much
if he thinks he’s discovered everything. The challenge is in figuring out new
ways to please her.” He tapped his temple. “The only limit is in the mind. The
possibilities are boundless. If she likes
this
”—he
stroked her clitoris in tight circles—“then why not try
that
?” He struck deep inside her and pushed his thumb up against
the base of her clit. She gasped and held onto his arms, her nails digging into
his flesh.

 
    
“Wouldn’t that be even better?” he
whispered. “There are so many variations. I’m surprised, Stacy; I thought you
would have been more imaginative.”

 
    
It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been
imaginative, but then again, instead of choosing variety in technique, she’d
chosen variety in partners. Which provided some procedural differences, but
pretty much it
was
the same basic
thing. However, she didn’t want to admit that Jud had a point. “I still think
you’re limiting yourself if it’s only one man and one woman.”

 
    
“Don’t women always say men can’t
multitask? You deserve every ounce of my total concentration.”

 
    
True enough, she liked his total
concentration on her pleasure, her body, her needs. “Then concentrate harder. I
haven’t had an orgasm yet.”

 
    
He raised her higher out of the water and
stroked deep into her slick channel. “But you’re very, very wet.”

 
    
And very, very hot. Sparring with Jud had
become a big part of the pleasure. “We’re in a bathtub. Of course I’m wet.”

 
    
“You’re one tough lady, you know. You’re
wet because you’re excited. Unbearably. Which is why you want the orgasm now.
But I’m not done figuring out what turns you on. Give me your hottest fantasy.”

 
    
“I don’t have fantasies. If I want
something, I do it.”

 
    
He leaned in, caressing her ear with just a
puff of air. “Liar. Every woman has fantasies, even you.” Two fingers pumped
slowly inside her, hitting a delicious spot. “Tell me.”

 
    
She shrugged. “Fine. I had a fantasy I
didn’t act on. But only because it wasn’t appropriate at the time.”

 
    
“Ah. Those are the best kind. Close your
eyes”—he put his fingers to her eyelids, forcing them shut—“and tell me every
hot detail of it.”

 
    
He hitched her closer, splaying one hand
along the base of her spine, and gently worked her body from the inside with
the other. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave in.

 
    
“I was speeding, and a cop pulled me over.”
A flash of heat spread through her chest, and her breath seemed harsher in her
throat as she remembered each individual sensation she’d felt that afternoon.
“He was a
hottie
. I think it was the sunglasses,
because I couldn’t see his eyes, yet his uniform was tight enough over his
crotch to showcase the thick outline of his cock.”

 
    
Stacy’s nipples peaked to rosy buds. Her
breath dropped to a shallow exhale and inhale, and a sweet rush of moisture
made Jud’s fingers inside her even more slippery than before. For this one
moment, he knew he didn’t even exist for her, and he loved that her mind could
so easily take over her body. Only a woman who could create passion with a mere
thought could experience the heights to which he wanted to take her.

 
    
“And he was giving me the speech”—her voice
deepened in imitation—“‘Ma’am, do you know how fast you were going?’” She
sighed. “I knew how fast I wanted to go, right down on his cock.”