Invitation to Passion: Open Invitation, Book 3

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Author Note: this
book contains explicit material

Previously published in 2006 as part of the
Open Invitation
anthology

Summary

Here’s your invitation to The Sex Club, elegant, classy, sexy, every
woman’s fantasy, every man’s desire...

Fortysomething Stacy Parrish surrounds
herself with virile young men; she adores their stamina and enjoys tutoring
them in the erotic arts. And they help her forget the next birthday. The last
thing she wants is a monogamous relationship. But when Judson McCord, owner of
The Sex Club
, issues a sexual challenge,
Stacy can’t resist taking him up on it. In a battle of wills, the stakes are upped
each time they’re together, the passion and pleasure between them increasing
tenfold. With desire and a passion she can’t resist, Jud determines to show her
how truly beautiful, amazing and ageless she is. But can he provide the
ultimate pleasure that will make Stacy exclusively his? Or will her quest for
ever greater sexual thrills cost Stacy the love of the man standing right in
front of her?

Dedication

To
Linda Simi, for always listening, and actually hearing, too.

Acknowledgements

Special thanks to
Jenn
Cummings, Terri Schaefer, Rose
Lerma
,
Lucienne
Diver, and Christine
Zika
.

 
    
A lot of things had changed in the year
since Virginia’s wedding, but Stacy Parrish’s taste in lovers wasn’t one of
them. She adored younger men, their taut muscles. They had so much more stamina
than the older variety and came with ferocity. True, they were quick to jump to
the main course, but they were also good at taking hints. Between them, these
two lavished her body with attention. What better way to celebrate her upcoming
forty-sixth birthday? The husky blond sucked her nipple, testing the tightness
with a little bite. She cooed her appreciation. The dark-haired one worked his
tongue up her legs, swiping the special pleasure spot behind her knee.

 
    
“You boys are doing such a good job,” she
murmured. Encouragement always garnered results. She even imagined that their
future lovers would thank her for tutoring them in the art of pleasing a woman.

 
    
“Thank you, Serena.” That was the name
she’d chosen for her visits to The Sex Club. It was best to keep her real life
separate from her sojourns to The Sex Club. And just as she used a false name,
the boys had dubbed themselves Erik (the Viking blond) and Caesar (the dark
satyr).

 
    
Caesar nibbled his way up her thigh,
pushing her legs apart, his fingers questing. She arched, opening her pussy to
the lips within inches of bringing her gratification, and pushed her breast
against Erik’s teeth, wrenching a throaty growl from him.

 
    
At forty-six her maidenly inhibitions were
long gone, and her body was a feast for the two luscious twenty-five-year-olds.

 
    
“Your tongue would feel so good on me right
now.”
She didn’t demand, it wasn’t polite.
As soon as
Caesar’s tongue found her clitoris, she
oohed
and
aahed
her approval. Maybe it was time for her to do a little multitasking. Reaching
down, she took Erik’s impressive cock in her hand. Drops of come slid along her
palm just as a thick finger plunged deep inside her.

 
    
Improvising.
Very good.
As much as she enjoyed the youthful companions
she chose, they were a relatively uninspired lot. She inevitably directed the
action. One of these days, she was hoping for someone to surprise her with his
ingenuity.

 
    
For now, she’d enjoy what she had. “Use
your fingers, too.” It was good to let them know that fingers and tongues
together were as enjoyable as a thick cock. Caesar’s blunt fingers filled her,
while his tongue played her like an instrument.

 
    
She moaned, writhed, and squeezed the hard
cock. Erik groaned and pumped in her fist, his mouth remaining locked to her
breast. Sensation jolted from her nipple to her pussy.

 
    
Stacy opened her eyes to gaze at the
tableau in the mirror above the bed. Her red hair fanned the satin pillow, the
burgundy comforter in deep contrast to the tanned bodies draping her torso and
thighs. One dark head wedged between her legs, the light one moving from one
breast to the other. Her slightly parted lips glistened, her lipstick matching
the bedspread’s color. She pushed on Erik’s shoulder, dislodging him just
enough to see her fingers wrapped tightly around his mammoth cock, her
manicured nails looking dangerous against his aroused flesh. The decadent scene
shot her higher toward bliss, her body dripping with desire. Her first orgasm
of the night rippled through her. It was good. But the next one could be so
much better.

 
    
Still, she murmured her approval. “Have I
told you yet how magnificent you are?”

 
    
“Yes, Serena,” they said in unison.

 
    
Rolling, she came to her hands and knees,
another mirror along the wall revealing the lithe length of her body. She held
up a condom like a treat. “Anyone interested?”

 
    
Her obedient lovers moved quickly. Without
even fighting about it, Erik positioned himself in front of her, holding his
cock out like a reward. Caesar rose to his knees behind her, rolled on the
condom,
then
spread her legs to tease her pussy with
the head of his imposing member.

 
    
The mirror reflected the beauty of those
two steel rods.

 
    
She licked her lips, then parted them,
salivating over the sight of the tiny drop of come oozing from the slit of
Erik’s cock as he worked himself for her pleasure. Caesar’s hands on her hips
positioned her.

 
    
Then they both hit home, a delicious penis
in her mouth, an equally delectable cock hitting high in her pussy with one
thrust. Tilting her head slightly to better view the mirror, she watched the
two perfect male tools sliding, in, out, in, out, a mastery of sexual
choreography.

 
    
Perfect,
boys, absolutely perfect.
She’d tell them later.

 
    
Then she closed her eyes, giving herself up
to the pleasure of total penetration. Salty pre-come coated her tongue. She
took Erik in all the way, working the muscles of her throat in time with his
groans. She rode Caesar’s cock, slamming back against his hard pelvis, her
rhythm flawless.

 
    
The echo of masculine groans and her
feminine moans filled the room. The aphrodisiac scent of sex, male sweat, and
her own
light seductive musk wafted around them. If she
could bottle the fragrance, she’d make a million. If she could cage these superlative
animals, she’d have heaven on earth.

 
    
She squeezed the ball sack dangling in
front of her, feeling Erik’s approaching orgasm. He pumped harder, faster,
without restraint. She drank from him, urging him closer.

 
    
Caesar slid a hand down her belly and
parted the lips of her sex, gliding in all her moisture. Her clitoris throbbed,
begged. She panted. Caesar didn’t need much tutoring at all. As he stroked her
clit, his body stiffened, and his penis pulsed inside her, gathering steam for
his impending explosion.

 
    
Then she had the most marvelous idea. She
let the lovely instrument of pleasure drop from her lips and pried the hands
from her hips. “I’ve just had a brainstorm.”

 
    
Erik groaned. “You’ve
gotta
be kidding.”

 
    
“No, boys, I’m not. This will be better.”
So much better for all of them.
“Let’s do a sandwich.”

 
    
“You
wanna
eat at
a time like this?”

 
    
Caesar shoved his partner’s arm. “Don’t be
a fucking idiot. She means she wants to be in the middle.”

 
    
Lord. They were young. She had to give them
a little leeway because of their age.
“In front of the
mirror, boys.”

 
    
They clambered from the bed, eager to
please. Stacy enjoyed the power in getting them to stave off their own orgasm.
In return, she’d give them something incredible.

 
    
The floor-to-ceiling mirror covered the
center portion of the wall. She knew it was two-way, and she wondered if
someone was watching tonight. No, she
knew
someone watched. A thrill quivered through her belly, weakening her limbs. God,
she wanted to give the performance of her life. That’s what sex was for her,
each and every act being the ultimate performance.

 
    
She gave her profile to the mirror,
then
smiled.
“You in front.”
She
grabbed a condom, then took Erik by his cock and situated him facing her. She
wiggled her butt for Caesar.

 
    
“Enter me at the last minute,” she told
him, handing him a tube of lubricant, “at the perfect moment.”

 
    
“Yes, ma’am.”
Her
lovely dark warrior nestled up against her ass, his cock, already dressed with
a condom and now the lube, riding the base of her spine.

 
    
“Fuck me,” she
whispered,
her gaze on the blue flames in her Viking’s eyes. His condom was donned with
the dexterity of frequent deployment,
then
she felt
herself lifted from behind and supported by Caesar’s rock hard chest as she
wrapped her legs around her Norseman’s waist. He impaled her, holding her hips
to pump like a madman. She raised her arms, looping them behind Caesar’s neck.
Each pound inside her body rammed her against the cock sitting just above her
ass. Powerful legs framed her bottom, steadying her to receive while at the
same time rocking his flesh between their bodies. He pinched her nipples, hard,
almost painfully, and sent a surge of heat and lightning shooting down to her
clit. Supported by strong arms, she followed the lightning strike, circling her
fingers over her clitoris and building her body’s tension even higher.