Invitation to Passion: Open Invitation, Book 3 (12 page)

 
    
She twisted and moaned, tears leaking from
between her squeezed lids. She could barely catch her breath, and the musky,
salty scent of his arousal spiked in her head. She took him, loved the noises
he made, harsh guttural sounds of pleasure and passion. The slap of her fist
against his rump, the brush of his trimmed balls across her lips, the
tightening of his muscles, the relentless beat of their bodies. She felt so
powerful yet so needy, so in control of him, yet so out of control of herself.
And she wanted him to scream for her. She wrapped her fingers around his cock
and made him ride her fisted hand even as she pumped the dildo faster, harder.
She sucked the whole of his package into her mouth, swirling his nuts until
they tightened and strained and she knew he was close, so close. All hers.

 
    
He hitched her closer, rammed two fingers
straight up to her womb, stabbing her clit with the tip of his tongue, and she
took the dildo all the way home. He shouted, the hot spurt of his semen flashed
across her belly, her fingernails sank into the flesh of his butt, and she flew
off into orgasmic nirvana the likes of which she’d never known.

 
    
He’d tossed the toy in a nearby receptacle
and returned to lavish her body with the attention it deserved. On his side
next to her, his head resting on her thigh, the sweet scent of her explosion
filled his head. Jud lapped gently around her pussy, not enough to drive her
insane, but enough to make her body spasm in reaction before she settled again.

 
    
Christ, she tasted good.

 
    
“Oh my
Gawd
,” she
whispered.

 
    
He relished that off-key note of awe and
amazement.

 
    
“You’re a master of the dildo, sweetheart.”

 
    
His body was replete, sated, and slightly
weakened with the force of his orgasm, with the force of her passion. Yet she
hadn’t kissed him yet. He was waiting for it, knowing that somehow it would be
a turning point for her. He could talk her into all manner of sexual things,
but the kiss she had to give him on her own. In time. All he had to do was
wait.

 
    
She idly swirled through the come he’d shot
across her belly and brought the tip of one finger to her lips. Sucking the
digit clean, she went back for more. He loved a woman who wasn’t afraid to
enjoy a man’s come in her mouth. There was nothing more erotic than a woman
swallowing a man’s essence.

 
    
Her eyes closed, she stretched, a sensuous
full-body twist, a throaty hum of pleasure escaping her, then relaxed back
against the futon. “You win again.” She raised her head just enough to eye him.
“But don’t let it go to your head.”

 
    
He stroked the crown of his cock, proving
to her that she’d already gone to his head. Again. “I can’t help it. That’s
what you do to me with just a look.”

 
    
Raising her arms, she tucked a pillow under
her head. “I think you need a new challenge.”

 
    
She would always be a challenge. He
wouldn’t have it any other way, but he raised a brow, indicating she should go
on.

 
    
“I’ve noticed you have a predilection for
toys.”

 
    
He stroked through her curls, sliding in
the sweet moisture still filming her sex. “It’s apparent you have a
predilection for them, too.”

 
    
She wriggled her hips, settling deeper into
the cushion. “I’m not saying I don’t like them.” Lowering her lashes to give
him the once-over, she flashed a saucy smile. “They’re wonderful, in fact. But
it makes things too easy for you.”

 
    
“You think that was easy? I’ve never worked
so hard in my life. And it was worth every moment.”

 
    
She tapped her chest, her breasts jiggling
beneath the touch. “
I
did the work
this time.”

 
    
And what a workout it had been. Everything
about her excited him, pleased him beyond measure, and gave him a cock hard
enough to drill through walls even when he wasn’t with her. “What do you have
in mind?”

 
    
“Next time,” she paused long enough for the
thought of that next time to lengthen his cock another half inch, “no props. No
dildos, no vibrators, no toys, no sexy bathtub play.”

 
    
Ah, she’d liked that.

 
    
“No drinking champagne off my body.” She
twitched her lips, thinking. “No fantasy talk.”

 
    
He allowed himself an inward smile. She’d
loved everything he’d done to her. “What about mirrors?”

 
    
She took a bit longer to answer that one.
“No mirrors. No watching or being watched by anyone else.”

 
    
That was one
helluva
big step forward in their relationship. He thought better of pointing it out,
though. “So, you think I can only bring you to the heights of passion if I use
outside stimuli.”

 
    
“It’ll be more challenging for you without
them.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him like a young coquette testing a man’s
mettle. “And you do like a challenge, don’t you, Jud?”

 
    
He bent to her luscious pussy and swept his
tongue straight up from her moist center to her clitoris. Then he licked his
lips and looked up at her. Her eyes had deepened to the color of a lush Amazon
jungle. “I’m up for it.” In more ways than one. “Any other limitations? Speak
now or forever hold your peace.”

 
    
“No further limitations. Just make sure you
surprise me, Jud. I love surprises.”

 
    
He started strategizing the moment the
words left her mouth. As much as he wanted inside her body, he’d save the
ultimate possession for the next time. Hedging his bets? Maybe. But he’d make
sure she enjoyed every moment.

 
    
She rolled to nip his ankle. “But remember.
It’s not just an orgasm. But the
best
orgasm. You have to beat tonight as well. And all you get to use,” she purred,
“are your hands, your mouth, and your cock.”

 
    
He snapped up her offer immediately.
“Done.”

 
    
They were the only weapons he needed.

* * * * *

 
    
Despite arriving home long after midnight,
the Monday workday was marvelous, a pleasant, sated buzz thrumming through her
body right on into the afternoon. Stacy oozed energy. Her hormones were
rushing. Which was a bit odd. She couldn’t remember a night at the club doing
quite that much for her before. Perhaps limiting her club visits to a couple of
times a month wasn’t the way to go. Lord knew, at her age, a woman could use
all the hormones her body could manufacture. They helped reverse the aging
process.

 
    
She knew Jud expected her back at the club
the very next night. For that reason alone, Stacy decided to stay home. It
wouldn’t do to let him think she was becoming obsessed. Or rather, addicted to
his growing knowledge of her body’s hot spots. The man had cockily accepted her
challenge, but she wasn’t going to make it easy for him. Alone together in a
room, even without the possibility of his delicious little props and mind games
like that whole fantasy thing, she was sure she’d get a damn fine orgasm, at
the very least. And Jud did have one very big advantage. He still hadn’t fucked
her, and she dearly wanted to feel him inside her. But topping what they’d
created together last night? That wasn’t going to be easy. He’d given her a
sense of ultimate power over him when
she
took
him
. That had been
three-quarters of the high.

 
    
The only question was, what did she get if
she won the challenge? A hot session with one or two of his clients? She wasn’t
sure if she’d be winning something better than what Jud gave her. Was she
cutting off her nose to spite her face, as the old saying went? But what the
heck, she wouldn’t think about that
now
.
Letting him win carried its own orgasmic delight.

 
    
She bathed, scrubbed off her makeup,
moisturized, and snuggled into her favorite blue flannel pajamas. The knees
were worn thin and the material soft from so many washings. They were the
antithesis of sexy, but when she spent an evening on her own, everything was
about comfort. Now, for a good book or a good movie. She started to scan the
shelves in her den, but the doorbell rang before she could decide.

 
    
Who
on earth?
She glanced at the clock on the DVR. Eight thirty. Her slippers
scuffed over the carpet as she headed to the front door of her condo. And then
she glanced through the peephole.

 
    
Jud. She whirled, flattening her back to
the wood, her hands flying to her cheeks. Her makeup-free cheeks. Her hair was
all over the place, and her damn pajamas had a tear in the crotch. She peeked
through the peephole once more, his face round and un-Jud-like in the distorted
image. What was he doing here? Well, hello! She knew exactly what he was here
for, and she should have known he’d pull something like this.

 
    
What had he said last night?
Any other limitations? Speak now or forever
hold your peace.
Damn sneaky man, he’d already been planning how he could
catch her
offguard
and win the bet.

 
    
She didn’t have to let him in. But what the
hell. She was a woman, not a conglomeration of makeup, hair, and clothing. And
Jud McCord wasn’t going to get one up on her.

 
    
She turned, yanked the door open, and lost
her breath. He wore a navy T-shirt beneath a black leather jacket. Jeans rode
his hips, well-worn and molded to the magnificent package she’d learned every
inch of over the past two nights. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark clothing, he
looked the epitome of a motorcycle-riding bad boy, and so in contrast to the
dressed-to-the-nines Jud she was used to at the club.

 
    
He was tempting in either incarnation.

 
    
“This wasn’t quite the surprise I was
imagining,” she said.

 
    
“If it was, it wouldn’t be a surprise, now
would it.”

 
    
“Well, the surprise is on you.” She spread
her hands, indicating her state of undress. “You’ve caught me au naturel.”

 
    
He ran a finger along her nose, past her
lips, over her chin, and down her throat to the top button on her pajamas. “I
like you this way.”

 
    
She shivered at his touch. He really did
have a way about him. She thought about accusing him of being a stalker, of
invading her privacy, of violating club rules by showing up at her house. She
went by Serena at the club, but she’d never hidden who she was from him. She’d
even had invitations sent to her home address. But that didn’t give him the
right...

 
    
Actually, once she’d accepted his
challenge, she’d given him carte blanche. And he’d used that to up the stakes
between them every chance he got. Especially tonight.

 
    
He damn well knew showing up on her
doorstep would throw her off balance. And she damn well wasn’t going to let him
know it had worked. “So, why are you here?”

 
    
“I brought a movie.” He pulled a DVD case
from the inside pocket of his jacket.

 
    
A
movie
?
She wanted to laugh. Really, the man was so full of surprises, she couldn’t
keep up. “What, like
The Story of O
or
Debbie Does Dallas
?” She
tsked
and shook her finger at him. “Porn movies are
considered props.”

 
    
He put his hand to his chest in mock
offense. “It’s not a porno.” He flashed the case in her face.

 
    
She read and this time couldn’t help the
burst of laughter. “You’re going to seduce me with
Deuce
Bigalow
: Male Gigolo
?”