Invitation to Passion: Open Invitation, Book 3 (7 page)

 
    
“Another,” he murmured, “and don’t suck it
off this time.”

 
    
The sizzle once again filled her mouth. Jud
wrapped his arm around her neck, pulling her close to lick the libation from
her lips. The ruffles of his shirt tantalized her nipples. His erection rubbed
her belly. Then he let her go.

 
    
“Now that I’ve taken it from your mouth,
I’ll taste it everywhere else, just to discover how uniquely different each
sample is.”

 
    
He was a master at seduction. Owning a sex
club, she was sure he’d had a wealth of experience at it. She pushed the
thought of his other encounters aside.

 
    
“Talk, talk, talk,” she whispered.

 
    
“You’re a hard, demanding woman.”

 
    
She palmed his cock. “I’d say you’re the
one who’s hard.”

 
    
“Uh-uh-uh.” He shook his head and pulled
her hand to the dusting of hair in the opening of his shirt. “Your turn.”

 
    
“But it works both ways, right? That a
man’s pleasure enhances a woman’s pleasure?”

 
    
He rubbed noses with her, the caress as
intimate as his kisses. “You get the idea, but I want you mindless before you
force me to come again.”

 
    
“Force you?”

 
    
“Oh yeah. I won’t be able to stop myself.
Neither will you. Spontaneous combustion, baby.” He turned her, patting her
butt before he whisked back the covers on the bed. “Get ready to combust.”

 
    
She climbed the riser, landing first on her
hands and knees to give a teasing view of her bare behind. Flopping down on her
back, she propped a pillow beneath her head, turning slightly to see the line
of her body in the mirror. She bent her knees, planting the heels of her
stilettos firmly in the mattress.

 
    
Jud toed off his shoes, and otherwise still
fully clothed, climbed up beside her, blocking any reflection. His first act
was to drizzle champagne into the hollow of her throat, then lick it away
before it dripped onto the bed, sucking her flesh into his mouth.

 
    
He looked at her. “Everything will taste
like peaches.”

 
    
“Maybe, maybe not. You’ve got a lot more to
taste.”

 
    
He tipped the glass to splatter her nipple.
The cool liquid sent a jolt through her and made her realize how hot her skin
was, how rosy and flushed.

 
    
“You have gorgeous, perfect breasts,” he
whispered, the warmth of his breath in sharp contrast to the cool champagne.

 
    
Then he did his best to clean her up,
licking like a cat at a bowl of cream before he pulled her nipple into his
mouth. He drew hard on her, almost to the point of pain, but so good her hips
rose from the bed and moisture spilled through her body.

 
    
“Still peaches,” he murmured against her
breast.

 
    
“Try the other one.”

 
    
He did, with the same result. This time her
hands skimmed down her sides to meet the sensual roll of her hips.

 
    
He poured champagne into her belly button.
She turned to the mirror to admire the sight of his dark head bent over her.

 
    
As if he felt her movement, he reached up
to tap her cheek. “Close your eyes and just feel.”

 
    
“But the mirror enhances everything.”

 
    
He lapped at her belly button, then rested
his chin lightly on her abdomen. “The brain is the biggest sex organ. Close
your eyes and imagine the sight.”

 
    
She did as he requested. Behind her eyelids,
she visualized his long fingers lightly stroking her thigh, his sensuous mouth
caressing her stomach, his tongue dipping into the crease of her belly. The
sensations heightened with her imagination, a dual effect. Her tension soared,
and her hips rotated against the bed. Almost as if she could anticipate his
next move, her legs parted moments before his hand strolled to her curls.

 
    
The first touch on her pussy was electric,
a shock rushing through that had her pushing up against his fingers. Then his hand
was gone, though the tickle of his dress shirt still tantalized her skin as he
shifted. Cold liquid hit her mound, then sizzled down her center, only moments
later to be heated by the warmth of his tongue and his fingers parting her
folds. He lapped, sucked, teased, and she shot out of herself, close to coming
in a matter of seconds.

 
    
He read her body’s reactions and whispered,
“Not yet.” Then he blew gently on her hot flesh.

 
    
She writhed against the touch, which wasn’t
really a touch at all. “More,” she moaned. “Please don’t stop.” Her ears
buzzed, her blood pressure climbing. She wanted to come, she needed it so
badly, nothing else mattered.

 
    
He rose up above her, the rasp of his
clothing against her like an electric current traveling her skin. Glass chinked
on the side table, then the drawer slid in its track.

 
    
“Keep your eyes closed and roll onto your
stomach.”

 
    
She did, the bedclothes strumming her
overheated skin. Without sight, her body’s awareness of him enhanced each
touch, each whisper of sound. She was beyond trying to figure out what he was
doing, she only wanted it, whatever it was he planned.

 
    
With a few well-placed taps, he got her to
rise to her knees and tucked a pillow beneath her belly. His fingers circled
her clit, shooting her to the orgasmic plane once more, then he eased back to
her rear.

 
    
“Open up for me.”

 
    
The heat of his body melted her from the
inside out. She pushed her ass higher and spread her legs. Warm lube caressed
her anus. He smoothed it forward, teasing her clitoris only to slip away once
more. She contracted deep inside, her body almost coming on its own.

 
    
Then he gave her the more she asked for. He
entered her pussy with the thick head of a toy, gliding easily in all her
moisture. Another rubbery head probed her rear entrance with a slow, gentle,
inexorable penetration. Oh God. Yes, yes. He’d watched her tonight, seen what
she liked, and he was giving it to her all over again, his own special
rendition. He eased out, then further in, expanding her, fitting her body to
the tool.

 
    
“More, baby,” he whispered, “you can take
more.”

 
    
And God, she wanted more. She pushed back,
taking another micron of the dual dildo. She felt so full, one head storming
her vagina, the other working its way deeper between her cheeks. She moaned and
wrapped her arms around the pillow in front of her, giving him full rein of her
ass and pussy.

 
    
“Fuck me with it, please fuck me.”

 
    
He increased the pace, forcing her to
accept more, pulling out, then in again, going deeper with each gentle thrust.
Her body started to move on its own, rocking against him. He held her hip,
working the double-headed toy inside her, deep, deeper, until the heat was so
great she rose to her elbows for leverage to take everything he gave her. In,
out, faster, higher, enhancing the pleasure with the edge of pain. She should
have been sore from her previous workout, but Jud had prepared her so well and
stoked her fire until she was dripping with need.

 
    
“Harder.” She panted, and then she was
actually ramming herself back on the thing. So good. So hard. Mindless. Filled.
More. Please. She wasn’t sure if the pleas were in her mind or if they actually
fell from her lips.

 
    
Then he covered her body with his, rocked
with her, his hard cock straining against his clothes, found her aching
clitoris, and took the nub in rhythm to his dual penetration. His body, his
touch, his voice was everywhere. She screamed his name and exploded into the
stars behind her eyelids, losing herself, losing awareness to everything but
this man’s touch, his passion for her, and the cry of his own release.

* * * * *

 
    
She was magnificent in her passion. He’d
never brought another woman to this room, but regardless, he kept it well
stocked. The toy had come to him in a moment of genius when his head was
between her thighs. Definitely one of his better ideas.

 
    
“Oh my God.” She sighed deeply.

 
    
“The best? Or shall we try again?” He knew
it was the best, far better than that earlier bout with her two studs. She’d
screamed louder, longer, and he’d come when his name burst from her lips. He
disposed of the dildo and pulled her snugly against him.

 
    
She drew in a breath, squirmed into the
pillow, and let out a long exhale. “I never thought I’d say one orgasm was
enough.” Then she smiled, closed her eyes, and hummed her satisfaction.

 
    
“So I win the bet.” He felt like a rooster
ready to crow.

 
    
“I don’t remember what you were supposed to
win.” She nestled again. Her skin was soft against his fingertips.

 
    
“I won the enjoyment of giving you
pleasure.” He would win more in the future. He would win
her
, the ultimate reward.

 
    
“I
am
going to sleep like a baby,” she murmured. “That was better than tonight.”

 
    
He knew exactly what she meant. “Better
than your young, virile playthings. That’s high praise indeed.”

 
    
She opened one eye. “Don’t let it go to
your head.”

 
    
“Which one?” He skimmed the front of his
pants.

 
    
She laughed, yawned, then rolled, hugging
the pillow. “Did I hear the unmistakable grunt of male orgasm when I came, or
was that my imagination?”

 
    
He smiled. Now she was the one who wanted
to crow. And he’d let her, all she wanted. “I came in my pants like a
schoolboy.” He tucked a curl behind her ear. “I warned you that your pleasure
would force my pleasure.”

 
    
“You’re just saying that to make me feel
good.” Jud could hear sleep claiming her voice. She didn’t move as he slipped
off her heels and pulled the covers to her shoulders.

 
    
“I’d never lie about something so immense,”
he whispered, though he was sure she no longer heard him.

 
    
He undressed, cleaned up, then climbed in
beside her, his cock finding a home in the crease of her ass. In all the time
she’d been coming here, Stacy had never slept at the club. She would this time.
She would sleep in his arms and awaken to his touch. Then he would come with
his cock buried deep inside her, exactly where he wanted to be.

* * * * *

 
    
Stacy woke feeling marvelous, safe, and
relaxed. So damn
good
. It was more
than a mere bodily feeling, it was a mind thing, a sense of satisfaction as
emotional as it was physical. Her pleasure rumbled in her throat like a cat’s
purr.

 
    
She wiggled her toes and encountered bare
flesh covered with a fluff of hair. Then she became aware of arms around her, a
warm body pressed close, and her cheek resting against a rising and falling
chest. Opening one eye, she gazed across the expanse of naked man. His chest
hair tickled her nose, and his warm scent teased her senses. The tang of clean
male sweat, the musk of sex, and something uniquely him, something earthy and
elemental, like a forest after a hard rain.

 
    
Jud. Her stomach clenched. Her lassitude
fled like a rabbit with a coyote on its heels. She’d slept with him. Not just
sex, but...sleeping. She didn’t sleep with men. She left, went home to her
apartment, showered, and slept in her own bed. She twisted to look at the
nightstand. The lights were still on, and the sizzle in her remaining champagne
had fizzled. There was no clock, so she couldn’t know the time for sure, but
she felt like she’d slept forever.