The Invitation (5 page)

He gives me another hard rub and I break.
“Please,” I gasp, feeling so empty, so close to the edge. “Fuck me,
Ash. I need you to. Now.”

Without a word, Ash grips my hips, yanks me
back and impales me on his hard, demanding cock.

Oh. My. God.

I scream with pleasure at the feel of him,
stretching me wide open, tearing me apart.

Ash pulls back, then thrusts into me again,
so hard I slam forwards against the wall. Holy shit, I feel him
everywhere. Every inch, rubbing high inside me, thick and full like
nothing else. Hitting just the right spot, making my blood
boil.

He pulls me to him as he fucks me, kissing
down the back of my neck as he thrusts deeper.

Already, I’m close. Fuck. I gasp for air,
pushing back on his thrust to take him even further.

He groans. “JJ.”

Hearing my name on his lips makes me even
hotter. I climax fast, hard and sweet. Pleasure rushes through me,
but he’s just getting started. Ash yanks my hair back, biting down
on my shoulder. I thrust in time now, riding out my orgasm until
I’m lost in the rhythm. Relentless. Dirty. Deep.

So fucking deep.

Ash suddenly pulls out and spins me around
to face him. He lifts my hips and wraps my legs around his waist,
slamming into me again in one hard, deep stroke.

Holy shit!

This time, he rocks against my clit with
every move, driving up inside me, making me moan like crazy. I’m
past self-control, this feels too fucking good. I can’t believe I’m
on the edge again as I cling onto his broad shoulders, using them
as leverage to grind against every stroke.

There. Fuck. Right there.

“You’re forgetting something, baby.” Ash
lets out a growl. He goes still, watching me with a dark smile as
my body twists for more.

“You’re not in charge this time.”

EIGHT

ASH

JJ is close again, I can feel it. She’s
panting for more, her pussy clenching hungrily around my dick. She
feels so good, I could explode right now, unleash that hot torrent
of cum inside her, but I want this to last. Fuck, I want to drive
her crazy. I want her so desperate for me she doesn’t remember her
own name.

I reach up and pin her wrists above her
head. I hold them in place with one hand, the other gripping that
peach of an ass, supporting her weight with her legs wrapped tight
around me. She thrusts eagerly, but I hold her down, driving into
her in slow, deep strokes, all the way to the fucking hilt.

Like that, darling. Just like that.

JJ whimpers in my arms. She’s writhing,
trying to force the pace, but I hold back. Slow. Steady. I can feel
her body shaking, feel every inch sliding deep into her tight,
slick cunt.

Goddamn.

JJ can’t take it. She struggles, but I’m
stronger. There’s no contest. I keep her trapped in place, loving
the wild look in her eyes, how much she needs my cock. I slow
again, barely dipping a couple of inches inside her as she sobs for
more.

“Please,” JJ begs. She struggles against me,
trying to free her wrists. “Ash, please!”

Power slams through me. I’ve never felt more
alive, controlling her pleasure, making her wait. It’s a rush like
nothing else. I keep plunging into her, watching every moan as this
magnificent woman comes undone in my hands.

Goddamn, I don’t know how much longer I can
hold back. She’s moaning with every thrust, so close to the edge I
can see her desperate need.

Then I feel her pussy clench, tight around
me.

Fuck.

I groan. JJ meets my gaze with a wicked
smile. She clenches again, massaging my cock with her tight inner
walls. It’s a battle of wills, of ragged self-control, and fuck it,
I can’t hold back anymore.

I slam deep into her slick and tight pussy
with a roar.

Fuck!

JJ screams, clawing at my back as she comes.
I slam into her again, burying myself in her cunt.

She bites down on my shoulder, and now we’re
fucking like animals, out of control. I carry her down the dark
hallway, knocking into something solid. The table. Who gives a
damn? Something crashes to the ground but I’m too far gone to care.
All that matters in the world is the hard slam of our bodies and
the deep friction of my dick pounding into her.

We reach the living room, and tumble down to
the floor. She rolls on top, her gorgeous body grinding, her
breasts bouncing free. Fuck, she’s so sexy. She plunges down,
taking me deep, and I rise up, spearing every last inch inside of
her. She’s crying out in high-pitched gasps, and it’s music to my
ears.

“Oh my god!” She moans, rocking faster. I
drive up inside, squeezing her full breasts, tweaking at her
nipples. “Yes!” she gasps, grinding down onto my cock.
“Harder!”

It’s a million pound view from down here
beneath her, but I need to be balls-deep before I lose my mind. I
roll her over, then flip her onto her stomach. Her ass thrusts back
towards me, and I land another sharp spank on her cheek.

“You’re mine,” I growl, possession crashing
through me. “Never forget it, JJ. You’ve always been mine.”

I yank her hips up and slam inside her
tightness from behind. I want to fuck away every memory of the
other men. I want to brand her with my dick from the inside
out.

“Who do you belong to?” I demand, landing
another slap on her ass as I pound deep into her, all the way to
the fucking hilt.

“You!” JJ cries. “God, you Ash!”

I fuck her harder. Damn, I’ve never let go
with a girl like this, lost all my self-control. But JJ loves it,
she begs for more, taking everything I’ve got. She’s on her hands
and knees, driving back against me, every thrust embedding my
ravenous cock deeper inside.

I angle up, hitting her G-spot and making
her sob with pleasure.

“This pussy belongs to me,” I pant, grinding
deep again. “And I’ll fuck it any way I want. Because that’s what
you want too, isn’t it, darling? You want to be dominated. You need
me holding you down, making you scream.”

She whimpers with pleasure. She’s too far
gone to find the words, but her tight pussy does the talking for
her: clenching around me, slick and wet.

Jesus. How can she be this good? I’ve fucked
a hundred girls, and never felt like this before. So powerful. So
raw and wild. It’s all her, the way she whimpers and thrusts,
demanding everything I have and more. I know exactly what she
wants, what she needs. It’s hard and fast and dirty. I can’t get
enough.

And I’m leaving the country in a few short
hours.

Fuck. Reality crashes through me as JJ gasps
for more. One night with this girl could never be enough. But I
have a life waiting for me back in England: family drama and
responsibilities that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy, let alone
my best friend in the world.

I can’t drag JJ into my bullshit.

In a split second, I decide. This will have
to be goodbye -- but only for now. In a couple of months, I’ll be
back. I’m going to make this something real, give her everything
she deserves.

And I’m going to make damn sure she doesn’t
forget me while I’m gone.

I thrust into her again. My cock is out of
control now, relentless. My fingers dig hard into her hips, I’m
crashing into her, claiming her, stretching her wide open and
dominating every inch.

This is what I’ve needed all along. JJ’s
gorgeous cunt. JJ’s luscious body. JJ’s filthy, thrilling mind,
driving me to the edge with her teasing, her reckless streak.

It’s her.

I pound into her again, deeper than ever,
rubbing her G-spot hard. I feel the convulsions start, her whole
body pulsating as her cunt clenches my dick tighter in an iron
grip. She lets out a scream and drives back into me and I let go,
exploding inside her in a hot torrent as the climax rips through me
and I lose my fucking mind.

NINE

JUSTINE

When I wake up, I don’t remember where I am.
Then I feel the ache in my limbs and the sweet soreness between my
thighs. It all comes rushing back.

Ash.

Holy shit.

I slept with Ash last night. And it was
un-fucking-believable.

I twist to look at him in the pale morning
light. Somehow, we made it to the bed last night, and now he’s
sprawled out beside me, one arm thrown around my shoulder.

I still can’t believe I’m really here in bed
with him after all this time. I feel a shiver as I run my eyes down
his body admiringly. His stomach ripples with taut muscles, a trail
of dark hair leading down his abdomen and under the covers.

I take a peek under the sheet and grin. Yup.
Still magnificent. I lost count of how many times I came last night
from the thick thrust of that cock, but man, I know it was a world
record. We were so in sync, I’ve never orgasmed so much. I imagined
he would be amazing, but this was beyond my wildest dreams. He knew
exactly how far to push me: when to make me beg, and when to pound
into me hard until we were walking the razor edge between pleasure
and pain.

I’ve never been fucked like that in my life
before, and God, I want him all over again.

I drag my eyes up to his face. He looks so
peaceful sleeping. I reach out and gently stroke my fingertip over
his jaw and across his lips. Then I realize.

We still haven’t kissed.

My chest tightens. Emotion suddenly crashes
over me. It’s such a little thing, but it means so much. I’ve had
his tongue lick inside me, felt his cock rub up against me from the
inside out; hell, I’ve even had his finger penetrating my most
private place, but right now all I want in the world from him is
one little, simple kiss.

I catch my breath. My heart is pounding. I
slowly inch closer, and press my lips against his.

Sweet. Soft. I sink into it, his lips cool
against mine. He parts them, still sleeping, and I nudge my tongue
into his mouth to taste him and feel the wet, warm depths of his
mouth.

Longing rolls through me. Not lust, although
I feel that too. No, this is something deeper, a yearning I feel in
my chest.

Shit
.

I flinch back, suddenly panicking. I
scramble out of bed and stand there, frozen.

I didn’t think this through.

All this time I’ve wanted him, I focused on
the sex. Now I stare at his sleeping body and realize in horror
that it’s so much more.

This is real.

My heart twists with fear. I can’t do this.
I have a plan: to pass the bar, become a kick-ass lawyer. Leave my
shitty old neighborhood in the dust, and make sure my mom and
sister have a future that doesn’t involve minimum wage jobs and
mountains of debt.

I never planned on a real relationship, not
right now. Law school is over, hell, Ash is leaving in a few hours.
He’s getting on a plane and flying off to England, back to his
fancy life full of classy, titled rich girls who don’t chug beer
and eat cold pizza straight from the box.

This was his version of goodbye.

The truth chills me. I feel a stab of pain,
but I grit my teeth and fight it back. It’s for the best. This was
what I wanted, wasn’t it? One last shot at the big man on campus.
Well, I sure gave him a farewell party he’ll never forget.

Ash stirs. He yawns, and rolls over. I bolt
from the room before he can wake.

Chill, JJ.
I find my shoes and purse
in the hallway, and sink back against the wall with a groan.
There’s carnage out here: broken lamp, overturned table. It all
reminds me how explosive the sex was last night.

How you came screaming -- over and over
again.

Dammit! Part of me wishes the sex had been
crappy. At least then it would be easy to walk out the door. But
this is Ash: the best man I know.

For a moment, I let myself imagine a future
with him, if we actually tried to make this work. One-upping each
other. Having crazy, mind-blowing sex every night -- and half the
day too. The thought is thrilling. Amazing.

And terrifying as hell.

Because he’s the one guy who knows me better
than anyone -- which means he could hurt me more than anyone too.
I’ve never given my heart to someone. It would be the dumbest thing
I could ever do, to offer it to a guy who’s already walking
away.

Resolve hardens in my bones. We’re both
heading off in different directions now. There’s no use wishing we
could be something more. And it’s not like I’m never going to see
him again. He said his business in England would only take a couple
of months, and he’d call me when he was back.

I open the door, and quietly shut it behind
me with a bittersweet smile.

At least we went out with a bang.

3 YEARS LATER....

JUSTINE

“Please put your seat backs in the upright
position. We are now beginning our final descent into New
York.”

I put my papers back in my briefcase and rub
my eyes. It’s nearly midnight, and I’ve been reading small print
legal memos since we took off from Los Angeles, but as I look out
the window and see the lights of the city shining in the dark, I
feel a surge of excitement.

New York City, baby!

I’ve been here a few times already for work,
but it always gives me a thrill. Bright lights, big city. And this
time, the stakes are higher than ever. I’ve been thrown in
last-minute on a big case, one that could make my whole career as a
lawyer.

“Are you here for business or pleasure?” The
guy in the seat next to me gives me a flirty grin. He’s been trying
to hit on me for the last five hours. He’s cute enough, and any
other girl be giving the Mile High Club a test run, but he’s got
one fatal flaw counting against him: a wedding ring.

Deal-breaker.

“Business.” I reply coolly, and plug in my
headphones until we land and taxi to the gate. Then I grab my phone
and scan through the dozens of panicked voice messages that have
been piling up while I was in the air.