Invitation to Passion: Open Invitation, Book 3 (6 page)

 
    
A purr welled up from her throat. He was so
delicious, and her pussy creamed for him. She ran one hand down her dress from
nipples to thighs. A pulse beat between her legs.

 
    
“Again,” he urged.

 
    
She took him with her lips, over and over
until he groaned and moved against her, thrusting his hips, forcing her to take
more than she ever thought she could. And she loved it. She loved that it was
him
.

 
    
“I can’t get enough of watching you.”

 
    
She slid her tongue along the slit of his
cock and felt his full-body shiver.

 
    
“Christ, I can’t even think when you’re
doing that.”

 
    
She opened her eyes to see him in the
mirror. His head was thrown back, his neck corded, those long lashes of his
dusting his cheeks. Then he looked down, tipping her chin away from the
reflection. His gaze trapped her, a dark pool of need. His intensity had her
skimming her hand between her thighs, compelled to touch herself. She gave
herself up to the sheer, overwhelming pleasure of his taste, the feel of his
hard flesh between her lips, the intoxicating scent of his skin. He plunged
deeply, fucking her mouth as he held her head in his hands. All the while, she
caressed herself in rhythm to his thrusts.

 
    
She squeezed his balls and felt his orgasm
build against her throat. When the first wave of come filled her mouth, heat
shot from deep inside her. With one last stroke across her clitoris, she came
as hard as he did, flying off in an out of body experience where all that
existed was the salt of his come in her mouth and the pulse of her pleasure
sweeping through her limbs. Where the only person that existed for her was Jud.

* * * * *

 
    
Jud came to himself with his back against
the bed and Stacy in his arms, wrapped around him, her skirt up around her hips
and her naked ass screaming for his touch.

 
    
She took a deep breath and let it out
slowly, then lifted her chin. “So, was that proper?” she asked, something he
couldn’t quite gauge flickering in her gaze.

 
    
“I don’t think I need to tell you. You
already know.”

 
    
“It was very proper.” The words were right,
but she gave him a smile he didn’t believe.

 
    
Then she eased away from him, stretching,
her breasts rippling beneath her bodice. Straightening her dress, she turned
and fluffed her hair in the mirror. She smoothed two fingers beneath her eyes,
fixing the mascara that had smudged.

 
    
“Look at that, my lipstick’s all mussed.”

 
    
He pulled her back against him. Reeling her
in with a kiss, he tasted her tongue, still piquant with his essence, sucked at
her mouth, then finally licked along her lower lip.

 
    
He rubbed a thumb over the lush jewel he’d
just tasted. “Now it’s gone, and you don’t need to worry about fixing it.”

 
    
Once more slipping from his grasp, she came
to her hands and knees and arched like a cat. His cock leapt, and he wanted to
take her in that position, with his balls slapping her ass and his cock
reaching to her womb.

 
    
She grabbed her panties and slipped into
them, her movements unconsciously graceful and seductive in the aftermath of a
powerful orgasm, yet somehow...detached. “You were right, Jud, I’m going to
sleep like a baby. Thanks.” Even her words were uninvolved, something she’d
give to any man.

 
    
He wasn’t just any man. As his cock claimed
her mouth, he’d claimed
her
. She just
wasn’t ready to admit it yet.

 
    
She flipped her skirt back into place. “My
sincere apologies for doubting you.” She raised a brow. “Though I did touch
myself. Wasn’t I supposed to come without touching?”

 
    
“Not necessarily.” Jud rose, his pants undone,
but his dick back in place. Instead of zipping, he shrugged out of the tux
jacket and threw it on the nearby sofa.

 
    
“You had your finger on your sweet little
button,” he went on, “because you so enjoyed what you were doing to me, you
had
to touch yourself.” He paused a
moment to let that sink in. “And we’re only just getting started.”

 
    
“But”—she spread her hands—“we both had an
orgasm. What more is there?”

 
    
He smiled like the predator she made him.
“A lot more.”

 
    
She backed up. “It’s late. I need to get
going.”

 
    
He wasn’t about to let her brush him off
like a pesky gnat. He was more than one of her club trysts. He took a step
toward her, his hand out.

 
    
“Jud.” It had the tone of a warning.

 
    
He gave her own name back to her. “Stacy.”

 
    
Her eyes widened. “You’re supposed to call
me Serena.”

 
    
“In here, you’re Stacy. Whatever I do, I’ll
do it to Stacy. Serena is just a figment of your imagination.”

 
    
His gut tightened, and God help him, for a
moment he wanted to beg. But begging wouldn’t gain him anything. He knew just
how to get to her.

 
    
“I’ve got another challenge for you.”

 
    
She narrowed her eyes, but she didn’t head
for the door. “What?”

 
    
“Every time I give you a better orgasm than
the one before, you give me another night.”

 
    
“Hmm.” She tipped her head from one side to
the other, her mind obviously working overtime on how she could possibly lose.
Because she knew him well enough to figure out there was a catch. “That
sounds
reasonable. But...?”

 
    
“But you don’t take anyone else in
between.”

 
    
Her eyes went wide. “You mean...” She
trailed off as if the idea was too horrific to put into words.

 
    
“We’ll be exclusive. Monogamous. Just the
two of us. I won’t take another. And neither will you.”

 
    
 
“If
I consider exclusivity,” she said after a brief pause, “I’ll do it after you
prove yourself, not before.”

 
    
He pulled her close, took her mouth, sucked
her tongue until she trembled. “I don’t share.” His fingers fisting lightly in
her hair, he pulled her head back. “And after tonight, you’re not going to want
to share either.”

 
    
“You’re way too sure of yourself.”

 
    
“And you’re dying to know if I can deliver
the goods.”

 
    
She swallowed. Her lips glistened with the
moisture he’d put there. Against him, her nipples were hard, needy beads.

 
    
“Let me get this straight. As long as you
give me the kind of orgasms I so clearly deserve, we’re exclusive. But if you
fail to deliver, I’m free to find someone who will.”

 
    
“That’s about it.”

 
    
“Then I really can’t lose.”

 
    
He let a corner of his mouth rise in an
undeniably triumphant smile. “Deal, sweetheart?”

 
    
She considered for half a heartbeat.
“Deal.”

 
    
Hooked. Neither of them was going to lose
with this bet.

 
    
She couldn’t lose, right? If he didn’t live
up to his end of the bargain, it was adios. And really, how long could he keep
it up? So to speak. The tediousness of being with one person would get to them
both within...she gave it three sessions. Three sessions together, and he’d be
as ready to call it quits as she was.

 
    
But what did that mean for their
friendship? She wasn’t sure. But most likely, that had been over the minute she
took his cock in her mouth. No use crying over spilled milk, as her mother had
been so fond of saying. She’d mourn the loss later.

 
    
She raised an imperious brow and flicked
her wrist. “You better get cracking. Because while that orgasm was exceptional,
I gave it to myself.”

 
    
Jud grinned. “You wouldn’t have had it if
my
cock wasn’t in your mouth.” She
didn’t miss the slight emphasis on the pronoun. Since it was true, she didn’t
bother to deny it.

 
    
He removed his tie and cummerbund, tossing
them on the sofa, then loosened the top buttons of his dress shirt. Dark hair
sprang from the opening. She wanted to test its softness.

 
    
“Your turn.”

 
    
“I don’t have very much to take off.” She
swept a hand down her cocktail dress. “Just panties and the dress.”

 
    
“What about the shoes?” He pointed to her
high heels.

 
    
“Oh, I forgot about them.” She hadn’t been
doing much
thinking
at all.

 
    
“Do you know what it did to me looking down
at you with my cock in your mouth and those shoes on your dainty feet?”

 
    
“No.” But she wanted to hear.

 
    
“It blew my mind to the point where I
couldn’t think of anything else but having you swallow all of me. Over and
over.”

 
    
The deep timbre of his voice, the dark
desire flashing in his eyes, and those words were nothing short of perfect.
They left her speechless as he went on.

 
    
“This is exactly where I want to be.
Here.
With you. Nowhere else. With no one else.”

 
    
If he kept the monologue up, she’d be a
puddle of mush at his feet.

 
    
“Keep the high heels. Lose the panties and
the dress.”

 
    
The command made her heart beat faster. She
didn’t like to be told what to do. She did the telling. Jud’s tone, however,
with its edge of hunger, made her cream her thighs. She started with her thong,
teasing him by revealing as little as possible when she reached for the
waistband. Backing up, Jud watched with a long exhale as she tossed the flimsy
garment.

 
    
She undid the back zip of the dress, the
straps sliding off her shoulders while she held the front in place. Watching
her on her knees, he would have seen all of her right down the neckline, but
playing the tease now gave her a thrill.

 
    
He pointed. “Show me everything.”

 
    
Dropping the dress, she kicked it aside and
stood before him naked. An annoying question mark quivered in her belly.

 
    
“You’re so beautiful you could make the sky
weep.”

 
    
She sucked in a breath. How did he know the
perfect words to get her to do anything? “You’re all talk and no action.”

 
    
He reached behind and lifted a glass from
the round end table. Preoccupied with the room, she’d missed that he’d brought
the champagne she’d left on the bar downstairs.

 
    
After the few paces it took to reach her,
he held the flute to her mouth. “Drink.”

 
    
She sipped, then licked her lips, the
champagne fizz going to her head. Holding her gaze, he raised the glass, taking
from the very spot her mouth had rested. It was incredibly erotic, almost as if
he were savoring her.