Invitation to Passion: Open Invitation, Book 3 (11 page)

 
    
Her words wove a spell around them, and
right now, Jud was that cop with a hot, sexy woman eyeing his cock, and he
wanted to drag her out of her vehicle and fuck her on the hood of her car. He
leaned down and sucked on her throat, toying with the sexy choker, eliciting a
needy moan. He wanted her kiss, but more, he wanted to hear her go mad with the
telling of her fantasy.

 
    
“I kept looking at that nightstick on his
belt the whole time he was talking and asking for my license. But his cock”—she
groaned, her body gently riding his fingers inside her—“kept growing. Huge,
long. I think I started to salivate.”

 
    
Her head fell back, and she licked her
lips, as if her mouth had gone dry. Or she imagined tasting the cop. “Then for
some reason, he touched his nightstick. He wrapped his fist around it and
adjusted it on his belt, almost as if what he really wanted to do was wrap his
fist around his cock, and the nightstick was the next best thing. I had the
most powerful image of him bending me over the trunk of his cop car and taking
me with that nightstick. In and out, in and out, while I fingered my clit and
screamed and begged. I was so damn hot sitting in my car that I almost came
thinking about it. When he let me go with a warning, I had to stop at the next
exit and get myself off in the gas station restroom. The whole time I kept
hoping he’d burst through the door and take me.”

 
    
Her body moved and undulated against him,
in the throes of her imagination. Jud’s cock was so hot and heavy, he wanted to
fuck her now, while she was dreaming about the cop, but he merely added to her
experience by giving her clit long, hard swipes.

 
    
Then she clung to his neck, panted in his
hair, and rode his fingers as if they were the nightstick she’d fantasized
about. “God, I wanted him to fuck me. With that nightstick. Over and over, on
his car. My hand splayed wide on the hot metal, trying to hold on every time he
shoved it inside me. His finger sliding over my clit with every pass. Oh God.”

 
    
He felt her muscles start to contract, and
he entered her with two fingers. Her pussy clamped down on him in a tight grip,
and she came all over his hand, clinging, moaning, crying out, until finally
she relaxed against him and her body slid beneath the water. He was hard as a
billy
club.

 
    
He pulled her into his arms, shuddering
with his own need. He had so much more to give her and all night to do it.

* * * * *

 
    
The strength of her orgasm almost made her
self-conscious, and the lassitude she felt in his arms for the long moments
after set off a string of warning bells. There was something
too
good about Jud. So Stacy laughed and
glanced up at him. “I would have offered him a deal for not writing up a
ticket, but I was afraid I might get arrested for trying to bribe a cop.” She
shrugged. “Then all he did was tell me to slow down and went on his merry way.
It was rather anticlimactic.”

 
    
“I’m sure he had to get the hell out of
there before he came all over the side of your car. Honey, I bet he was in the
men’s room at that same gas station jerking himself off.” He stroked a hand up
and down the length of her body, keeping the contact.

 
    
“Doesn’t it bother you that I just came
thinking about another man?”

 
    
He gave her a typical Jud smile. “Not at
all. It was my fingers buried inside you when you came. But tell me something.
Was the experience hotter the day it happened? Or when I stroked your clit
while you were thinking about it?”

 
    
She bit her lip, then tipped her head. “I—”

 
    
“Be honest, sweetheart. At least with
yourself.”

 
    
She’d been hot that day. She had stopped at
the gas station, and she’d had a pretty darn good orgasm. But the truth was,
telling Jud about it had fueled the excitement. She could actually feel the
nightstick inside her, a roughened finger on her clit with each thrust, the hot
metal of the trunk, the sun beating on her head. Her mouth had watered with the
need for come on her tongue. And she wouldn’t lie. She might enjoy the one-up
game she and Jud had going, but she wouldn’t outright lie.

 
    
“It was better tonight.” Though that was
putting it mildly. The sensations had been downright cataclysmic.

 
    
He smiled, a sexy, triumphant smile, then
turned his mouth to hers for another long, drugging kiss that had her digging
her fingers into his shoulders to maintain her equilibrium.

 
    
He withdrew enough to murmur against her
heated lips, “And we’ve got so much more to accomplish before we’re done
tonight.”

 
    
Rising, he held out his hand, helping her
down the tile steps. Wrapping a towel around her, he dried her briskly,
stimulating all sorts of skin cells. Then she dried him, lingering over his
cock, pumping it a few times. She glanced at him through her lashes. “Just to
make sure it’s very, very dry.”

 
    
“It’s very something, and you’re only
making it wetter.”

 
    
He threw both towels on the edge of the
tub, then tugged her across the room. Easing open the glass door on the
cabinet, he reached for a dildo. Angled at the head, it was a little shorter
than a regular vibrator, and the shaft was a series of graduated ripples,
smaller toward the top and larger down by the base. This one was definitely a
toy meant for rear use.

 
    
“You’re getting a bit dyed in the wool,
Jud. You’ve already done that particular act on me.”

 
    
He stroked the silicon tip down between her
breasts. “This isn’t for you.”

 
    
She raised a brow. It wouldn’t be the first
time she’d employed a dildo on a man, but men could be so...touchy about their
masculinity. For the most part, it wasn’t worth trying to convince them how
much fun it could be if they opened up a little. So to speak.

 
    
She waggled an eyebrow. “It’s not every man
that’ll let a woman take him this way.”

 
    
He laughed. “You’ve been doing men too
young to broaden their horizons. And this happens to be a very masculine
pleasure, believe me. The absolute fucking center of male pleasure.” He waggled
the thing in front of her. “Admit it, you’d love to use this on me.”

 
    
He had a point. A very good point. She
reached for the strap-on harness on the shelf, but he stilled her hand. “Not
with that. Just your hand.”

 
    
“Hmm. So you do have your limits.”

 
    
“There are no limits. But I want access to
your body at just the right moment.” He leaned in. “If you’re very nice to me,
I might let you use the harness someday.”

 
    
He was so cocky and sure of himself, as if
there was never a doubt who would win this challenge between them.

 
    
“If you’re very nice to me, I might let you
use the nightstick. But only if you beg.” She’d felt his cock beneath her as
she came with her little fantasy. Jud would adore playing out that fantasy.

 
    
He grabbed a tube of lube, led her to the
futon, and pushed her to her knees. “Consider me begging already.”

 
    
She wondered why none of it bothered him.
He was supremely masculine, yet he had no problem succumbing to her wiles.
Maybe that was the ultimate state of maleness, where a man couldn’t lose his
virility in the quest for ultimate pleasure.

 
    
He handed her the tube, setting the dildo
on the carpet at his feet. “The lube heats when it touches skin.”

 
    
He stood in front of her, his legs spread,
his cock hard, the skin stretched finely at the tip, yet he was so damn proud
and
unsubjugated
. She could do anything to the man,
and he’d still maintain that crooked smile and his absolute maleness.

 
    
She poured the lubricant onto her palm and
indeed, the liquid buzzed with a pleasant warmth. Looking up at him, she slid
her hand back through his legs, coating him between the cheeks. He stared down
at her as she prepared him, his eyes dark, yet a hint of humor at the corner of
his mouth.

 
    
She took his cock between her lips at the
same moment she pushed lightly into his anus. He sucked in his breath. She
glanced up to find his nostrils flared, even as he reached down to
cup
the back of her head and ease his cock deeper into her
mouth. His knees bent slightly, whether by design or with need, and she slipped
farther inside him to press against his inner wall and the center of all that
masculinity.

 
    
“I knew you’d figure out how to make it
good,” he murmured, lightly pumping his hips, his buttocks clenching on the
gentle probe of her finger. “Christ.” He groaned, and his cock pulsed against
her tongue.

 
    
She was the one on her knees, but he was
all hers. She eased back and prepared the dildo with lube warmed in her hand.
Stroking her hair, he watched with heated eyes. That look sent her body’s own
brand of liquid heat pooling to her center.

 
    
“Fuck me, sweetheart. I’m a man, I can take
it.”

 
    
“Oh, I will fuck you. Darling.” When she
was done with him, he’d be her slave instead of the other way around. “Hard and
fast?” she whispered. “Or slow and easy?”

 
    
“Whatever makes you the hottest.”

 
    
“Slow and easy, the better to enjoy every
moment of this.”

 
    
“Suck me while you do it.”

 
    
She took his pulsing cock, and he curled
over her a moment to help her fit the toy. The first ripple popped in, and he
jerked against her, letting out a long breath that played across her flesh.
Then he stood up to watch her suck him deeply into her mouth. He thrust
lightly, she pushed, another graduation slipping inside him.

 
    
He grunted, closed his eyes a moment, and a
flash of ecstasy crossed his features. His hips flexed and pumped, pulling the
toy deeper and thrusting his cock to the back of her throat in a dual taking.
Together they found a synchronous rhythm, and he threw his head back, letting
loose a lusty groan that shimmered along her nerve endings. She wanted nothing
more than to lay him down and fuck him. It was the sexiest, scariest, most
intimate moment she’d ever known.

 
    
Increasing the pace, both of her mouth and
her hand, she twisted to hit a new spot inside him that made him gasp. “Damn.”

 
    
A stream of hot curse words fell from his
lips. She grabbed his thigh with one hand to keep herself steady. The muscles
bunched and flexed beneath her hold, and the action gave his thrusts full
control of her mouth. Then he wrapped her hair in his fist and pulled her head
back.

 
    
“On your back. Spread your legs.”

 
    
He pushed, and she fell back. With grace
and agility, he turned and straddled her with barely a break in their rhythm.
His hard cock, still wet from her mouth, slid between her breasts, his balls
dangled before her lips like a treat offered from a lover’s hand.

 
    
He pulled her knees up, pushing them to the
futon and opening her completely to his hungry gaze and his hot mouth. “Don’t
stop. This is the part where I get access to every inch of your sweet, hot, wet
pussy.”

 
    
She took the base of the dildo and worked
him again, unable to resist licking the underside of his balls and pulling the
sack into her mouth.

 
    
He buried his face against her. When he
tongued her clitoris, she reacted with a thrust of the dildo. He grunted and
attacked her ferociously, licking, sucking, nipping, his fingers everywhere.
She bucked against his mouth, his touch pushing her so high so quickly that the
most she could concentrate on was getting the dildo exactly where it would give
him the most pleasure. Heat built inside, outside, at the spot he sucked, and
straight up through her chest to her throat.