Invitation to Pleasure: Open Invitation, Book 2 (8 page)

 
    
If Brett’s instructions had told her to get
a card herself, she probably would have done it. She was in such a mood, such a
need. But that wasn’t part of his plan.

 
    
She answered her newfound friend. “I’m
afraid that wasn’t my goal for the night.”

 
    
What was her goal? To feel sexy, hot, and
wanted. Brett had given her that. But she needed more, more, more.

 
    
The lady fanned her cards. “I’m up to
twenty-four,” she announced proudly as if she were collecting donations for stamping
out breast cancer.

 
    
Twenty-four. It boggled the mind. What was
that, a different man every five minutes? How did they all manage to come that
many times? “That’s wonderful. Congratulations.”

 
    
Virginia wanted a man inside her. Now. If
Brett didn’t plan to take her in their own bed, she’d beg. Hot, wet, and needy,
she’d promise him anything.

 
    
“The night is oh so young.” Then the woman
grimaced. “Sadie has twenty-five, that bitch.” She beamed. “So I’m off. I saw
the most delicious man before the party started, and I simply must find him. I
love tall, dark, and exquisitely handsome.” Her eyes widened at something, or
someone, on the stairs above Virginia. The lady fluttered her eyelashes. “Ooh,
speak of the devil, there he is.”

 
    
Virginia knew without looking. She felt Mr.
Tall Dark and Handsome’s gaze on the curve of her ass. Brett. “He’s mine.”

 
    
“We’ll see about that, sweetie.” Without
the slightest animosity lacing her tone, Virginia’s companion waggled her
fingers. “Toodle-oo.”

 
    
Virginia felt as hot and desired as the
night before her wedding. There was something about Brett’s focused attention
that beat against her flesh without her even needing to turn.

 
    
She crossed the hall to the front door, her
body moving with a delicate sway, a seductive invitation.

 
    
He would follow. He couldn’t help himself.
Lady Sixty-three didn’t stand a chance. Virginia’s pussy, unconfined by
panties, dampened further, coating her thighs. She felt his desire as if he’d
already buried his cock deep inside her.

 
    
She took the outside stairs down into the
garage, her heels clicking on the cement, echoing in the otherwise empty
parking lot. All the activity was at the Swingers Ball, and as her friendly
informant had said, the night was still oh so young.

 
    
She missed his footsteps behind her as she
fumbled inside her small purse for her keys, over the beep of her alarm, and
the pound of her heart in her ears. His body suddenly covered hers as he
reached for her keys and purse, retrieving both from her grasp and tossing them
on the roof of her car.

 
    
Without a word, he dipped inside her dress
and pinched her nipples, first one, then the other, to hardened peaks through
the holes in her bra.

 
    
“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,”
he murmured.

 
    
She swelled against his palm. He stroked in
circles, testing the outer rim of the holes with a finger. She pushed back
against his cock, rubbing herself against him.

 
    
“Ah, I see you want something, too.” He
abandoned her breasts to reach beneath her dress, raising the hem to expose her
garter and hot pussy. His heat caressed her bare ass as his hands slid from her
waist to her hips, then he divided his attention, stroking down the crease of
her butt and coming at her from the front as well. A rough finger slipped into
her pussy. His champagne-laden breath ruffled the hairs at her nape.

 
    
“Please,” she whispered, begging with just
that one word.

 
    
He stroked her clit, widening her stance
with his leg between hers. “Please what?” He nipped her neck, then laved with
his tongue. “Do you want me to fuck you now, Virginia, right here? With your
little dress hiked up around your waist?”

 
    
Her breath seemed trapped in her throat,
and her pulse beat in all her erogenous zones. “Yes.” It was all she could
manage.

 
    
He pushed her forward against the car. “I
want you so badly I’m going to come on your ass if I don’t get inside you right
now.”

 
    
His words filled her up, consumed her. She
couldn’t wait for home. She couldn’t even wait to open the door of her car and
drag him inside. “Fuck me, Brett. Please.”

 
    
He hitched her hips against his, cock
already out, hot, hard, questing. She wriggled against him, rising slightly on
her toes to ease his entrance.

 
    
She gasped with the first taste of his tip
against her open pussy. She pushed, he drove, and his cock slid deep. She
closed her eyes against the intense pleasure, the smoothness of his fill, the
moisture between them.

 
    
His hands clutched her hips, fingers biting
into her flesh with his need. “Wider.” He slipped a hand over her behind,
spreading her cheeks, pushing deep. “Let me in. All the way.”

 
    
She felt as if he’d reached to her womb and
beyond.

 
    
“Christ, you’ve got the sweetest-feeling
pussy.” He groaned, his hands slippery on her backside, his voice laced with a
harsh need that set her on fire. “So fucking good. So fucking hot. Better than
any fuck I’ve ever known in my life.”

 
    
He pounded into her even as his words
lifted her to a place she’d never been, more than desire, more than mere sex
with the entire Swingers Ball. The rough, crass language said so much more than
any sweet romantic compliments ever could. She braced herself against the car
and rode him. Her clit throbbed, screaming for attention, his, hers, it didn’t
matter. But the sensation on the inside was even better, the clench of her
pussy, the slickness, the heat of his cock, the just-right spot he hit with
each thrust.

 
    
“Heavens, they’re fucking like rabbits.”

 
    
Virginia heard the voices and didn’t care.

 
    
“Are they allowed to do that down here in
the garage?”

 
    
“It’s a sex club, Marta, they can do it
wherever they want.”

 
    
She was aware of Brett’s hands pushing her
dress higher, of the slight shift of his body away from her, his cock pulling
out almost to the tip, but not quite leaving her, not quite able to give up the
heat of her pussy. He slammed home again and again, anchoring her at the waist
with her dress held high, revealing their union to greedy eyes.

 
    
“Look at the size of his cock. Fuck me like
that, Sven.”

 
    
“I’m not that big, my sweet, I don’t think
I can.”

 
    
“It’s not the size, darling, it’s the way
he’s fucking her, like he can’t get enough of her.”

 
    
“Like she’s the only woman in the world?”

 
    
Silence, then the woman’s awed whisper.
“Yeah. Like that.”

 
    
The
only woman in the world.
Virginia almost came. It was how Brett made her
feel. In this moment, she was the
only
one who could satisfy him.

 
    
“I’m not sure I can duplicate that quite
the same way.” Sven’s voice held a note of reverence for Brett’s performance.

 
    
“Then let me have him after he’s done with
her.”

 
    
She’d scratch the witch’s eyes out if she
so much as tried to touch Brett. But she couldn’t stand it anymore, the feel of
his cock inside her and the couple’s envious eyes on them. She shoved her hand
between her legs. His incessant thrusts forced her finger over her clit, back
and forth, harder. She panted.

 
    
“Do you want to fuck her, Sven?”

 
    
“Try it, you die, Sven.”

 
    
Brett’s words washed over her, the rasp of
his breath, the tremble of his muscles each time he hit home. Then his fingers
joined hers on her clitoris. The voices dimmed, there was only his cock, his
hand, his voice, telling her how much he loved fucking her. The moan in her
throat rose to a cry as the world splintered. She climaxed from the inside out,
her ears ringing and her pussy drinking his come as he filled her.

 
    
She no longer heard Sven and Marta. She
wasn’t sure if they’d left or were doing it on the concrete. She was only truly
aware of the feel of Brett’s cock slipping from her, the stroke of his hands as
he lowered her dress, and the gentle caress of his lips against her nape.

 
    
He held her against him, his arm across her
waist as he opened her car door. Her legs wobbled, and her knees threatened to
collapse. He lowered her to the seat, tucked her feet into the car, and handed
over her keys and purse.

 
    
“Can you drive?”

 
    
She took a deep breath and nodded. “In a
minute.” Long minutes, in which she could regain the senses she’d lost.

 
    
His eyes as he bent inside the car were
darker than a stormy ocean. He grasped her chin and pulled her close for a
sizzling openmouthed kiss, his tongue taking her as deeply as his cock had
moments ago. She wanted him all over again.

 
    
Then he was gone, leaving behind only the
spice of their sex and the soft snick of her car door beside her. She gripped the
steering wheel as an orgasmic aftershock rippled through her. Eyes closed, she
dragged in a breath.

 
    
God. Never like that. Never. Not with
anyone. No one but Brett. And not even with him before this night.

 
    
It felt almost once-in-a-lifetime.

* * * * *

 
    
He’d never experienced the like. But he
knew he could have it with Virginia over and over again. He
could
have it.

 
    
They
could.

 
    
Brett followed Virginia home. She hadn’t
seemed quite in her own body in the garage, but she’d driven safely, as if the
effects of the club wore off once they were out in the night air.

 
    
The
only woman in the world.
That’s exactly what she’d been to him. With a
multitude to choose from at the Swingers Ball, she was the only one.

 
    
He liked the feeling.

 
    
And he’d made her scream this time. He’d
taken her out of herself. He’d forced her to succumb to their mutual desire.
When she went off in his arms, his cock buried deep inside, he had the best
orgasm of his life. Yes, the best. Incomparable.

 
    
Was it just her? Or was it Sven and Marta,
the Swingers Ball, The Sex Club, all of that combined?

 
    
Brett couldn’t say. But hell, he didn’t
care. If it took a sex club as a backdrop, then it would be a regular haunt. He
would
make Virginia scream. Every
time.

 
    
He allowed her time to park and enter the
condo. He sat a moment, the lot’s lamps illuminating the hood of his car but
leaving the interior in darkness.

 
    
She’d gone off with his whispered threat to
Sven. She’d hit her peak with that stamp of ownership, possession, and need. Brett
knew he’d found the key to unlocking her passion. Virginia needed witnesses to
her power as a woman. He’d give her that as much as she wanted.

 
    
Inside, the condo was dark except for a
stream of light from the bedroom. Her shoes lay on the carpet in the upstairs
hall, her purse, a few feet closer to the bedroom door. He entered to find her
sitting at her vanity removing her makeup with a cotton ball.