Invitation to Passion: Open Invitation, Book 3

by Jennifer Skully

  She skimmed a finger along the bustier-style bodice. “Why don’t you do the honors?”

  Jud eyed the zipper running the length of her red leather dress. Reversible, it could be undone from either end. He leaned down and slowly zipped up until he revealed her neatly trimmed bush. His eyes on hers, he trailed a finger over her sex just short of slipping inside her folds. Her body reacted with a flow of warmth and moisture from deep inside.

  “Naughty woman. If I’d known you were bare, I don’t think I could have resisted your zipper down in the bar.”

  Which is what she’d had in mind when she chose the dress.

  His mouth quirked up on one side. “And that’s exactly what you were hoping for, wasn’t it? Did I disappoint you?”

  She’d wanted his hands on her, but somehow that kiss had been all the hotter for the fact that he’d only touched her lips. “You haven’t disappointed me yet, Jud.” She raised one brow, then shrugged. “But there’s always a first time.”

  “Always keeping me on my toes.”

  “Or on yours knees,” she said, hinting at what he could do for her now to make up for it.

  “Sweetheart, I’ve been on my knees for you for months now. You just haven’t noticed.”

  “Talk, talk, talk. Let’s get to the main course.”

  “This is the main course. Everything we do is.” He held a strip of the dress and zipped to the top with a flourish. The leather fell away and dropped to the floor, leaving her naked except for her red high heels and the choker at her throat. He leaned in, skimmed his lips along the beaded necklace, inhaling deeply. “Appetizer, main course, dessert,” he whispered, the rush of his breath across her skin making her shiver.

  God. All these years, maybe she’d been rushing things. She hadn’t gone straight to intercourse, but she hadn’t taken time to enjoy sexy banter, kissing, or simple touches. The dance of attracting a man had been her foreplay, but once she’d chosen a partner, she’d jumped to the erogenous zones, which was nice indeed, but purely physical. She’d missed the slow build of passion. She had a feeling Jud could keep up the play until she screamed and begged for a fast, hard fuck.

  The way his gaze stroked her bare flesh was far more than an appetizer. Her skin flushed, her breathing jumped a notch, and her body slickened deep inside in anticipation.

  “You have the most enticing breasts I’ve ever seen. Hold them up for me.”

  She cupped herself, unable to resist a slight pinch on each nipple to make them hard and rosy.

  “Stop that, or I’ll fuck you where you stand.”

  “Control yourself, Jud.” But again, a thrill zoomed to her clitoris. Yes. Definitely. She’d missed something big. Long, slow foreplay. If nothing else, that’s what she’d take away from this time with Jud. Slow down. Enjoy the flirty touches, fingers roaming her back, long hand strokes up her calves to her thighs, a deep kiss. Except that she didn’t find the prospect of a sexy kiss so attractive with say, Erik or Caesar, her boys of Saturday night. There wasn’t a man she’d been with in the last few months that she could say she felt like kissing. Except Jud.

  It must be that he had a magic tongue. Speaking of which, she wanted it on her, in her, all over her. Soon.

  He turned her, patted her bottom, and pushed her to the tub’s two steps. “Bend over and put your hands on the edge.”

  She still wore her shoes, and the stance had her butt in the air, her pussy open for his view. The mirror behind the tub revealed him squatting fully clothed by her side. His hand moved as if to caress, but there was only his breath on her backside, nothing more. He lifted one foot and removed her shoe, tossing it aside, then the other.

  He rose. “In you go.”

  Steadying herself on the tub’s rim, she climbed in, then sank beneath the surface to let the bubbling water froth over her breasts. Steam rose, and she was glad she’d worn waterproof makeup.

  Jud simply watched, a dark heat masking his thoughts and harshening the lines of his face.

  She floated to the side, then flourished a hand at him. “Well, come on. Get those clothes off.”

  “Shall I do a striptease?”

  She salivated, then laughed at the image that came to mind.

  “The thought of me stripping makes you laugh? I’m offended.”

  He was no such thing. She didn’t think Jud could be offended by anything. The owner of a sex club would have seen and done it all. “I’m not laughing at you. It just made me think of that movie, Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo, where the two guys do a strip dance wearing teeny tiny sequined Speedos. Very ridiculous and funny, but so not sexy.”

  “I’ve never seen the movie. But I think I could do better.”

  “Forget it, sequins don’t suit you.” Besides, she couldn’t wait to get him naked in the water. “Just take it all off now.”

  “Whatever you desire.”

  Her desires were boundless, her appetite for him unlimited. And there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that Jud would deliver everything he promised.

  Chapter Six

  Jud threw his suit jacket on a corner chair, then loosened the tie and undid the shirt buttons. A glimpse of dark chest hair tantalized her. She hadn’t explored his body last night, but tonight, ah yes, she’d investigate every inch as she bathed him. That’s what this whole scenario was for.

  He’d gone commando again. With his pants undone, his cock sprang free. His magnificent cock. Stacy had sucked it, licked it, made it come, but she hadn’t studied it, hadn’t yet memorized its texture or its fit in her hand.

  “You’re making me want to get right to the fucking again when you look at me like that.” He stroked himself, then pushed his pants to his ankles and toed off the whole shebang, including his shoes and socks.

  Her mouth watered. Beneath the bubbling surface, her body wept for want of him. “How am I looking at you?”

  “Like you can’t wait to get me inside you.” He pulled off the tie, but with the tails no longer confined in his slacks, the shirt covered his erection.

  “So hurry up. I’ve never seen a man dillydally so long.”

  “That’s your problem, sweetheart, rushing.”

  Which was very close to the thought she’d had a few minutes earlier. At last he’d tossed aside every stitch of clothing. His rigid cock bobbed as he climbed the steps and stepped down into the water beside her.

  “I’m naked, and I’m yours. What do you want to do to me?”

  Suck him. Fuck him. Make him come. But in answer, she perused the bottles of shampoo and body wash along the rim of the tub. “Which scent do you prefer I use on you?”

  “I don’t care what you use on me, but I get to use something fruity on you. Tangerine maybe. I want something that reminds me of eating.” He bared his teeth.

  “All you think about is eating.” But then, so did she, as long as it was his body parts she was savoring. She chose cucumber for him. Not too unmanly, but then something from the men’s counter wasn’t an available choice. She pulled him to his knees in the water and lathered his chest.

  “I like that you’re hairy but not too hairy.” She loved the texture, coarse on his chest, but getting softer as it arrowed down his abdomen. She washed off the soap, then sucked his taut nipple into her mouth.

  He drew in a hiss of breath. “I like that you like. So tell me, what’s your secret fantasy? The thing you haven’t done yet that you’re dying to do.”

  “Now that’s cheating.” She brushed up against him as she reached behind and washed the slope of his back down to his butt. And between. “If I tell you, then you’ll provide it and automatically win the challenge.”

  “It’s not cheating to want to know what goes on in that gorgeous mind of yours.”

  “Cheater, cheater,” she taunted as she scouted round to his front side and foamed his balls and the base of his cock. His lids drooped in lazy desire, and he rocked gently in her fist, doing all the cleaning work himself.

  “Come on,” he urged. “Let’s
do a little Q and A. I ask something, then you get to ask.”

  She didn’t give a damn if he cheated. It could only be to her benefit. Imagine having all your fantasies acted out for and on you. She slithered down in the water and washed his powerful thighs. “All right. But I’ll only answer what I feel like answering.” It’s not as if she could appear to give in easily.

  “Have you ever thought about being with another woman?”

  She tipped her head. “There’s one major obstacle to that.”

  “What?”

  “Women don’t have cocks.” She took his clean, slippery tool in her hand and pumped lightly, swirling a drop of come over his taut crown. Then she shuffled back and bent her head, taking him, tasting his salty desire. “I don’t think I’d enjoy sex if I didn’t get to taste this.”

  “Well then, how about a ménage with a man and another woman? You’d get the cock as well.”

  She laughed. “Then it becomes a competition. Which is not the same as a challenge.” At least not their challenge.

  “And you want everything to be about you.”

  “Yes. As it should be.” She batted her eyelashes. “Isn’t that what this agreement between us is all about?”

  “Of course. My turn now.” He plucked the bottle from her hand and grabbed the tangerine wash he’d wanted to use on her.

  “What about you?” she asked, though a slight tremble traveled through her as he drew soap bubble sketches all over her body. “Have you ever thought about being with another man?”

  “It doesn’t hold any attraction. I love women. I love everything about them.”

  “Like what exactly?”

  “I love the way a woman tastes. Her mouth.” He kissed her, taking her tongue as if he savored a fine wine. Then he backed off to soap her shoulders. “Her skin,” he murmured as he sluiced the spot with water, then bent to the curve of her neck, licking along her choker, sucking her skin lightly, then finishing off with a gentle nip. She shuddered in response.

  He buried his face in her hair, breathing her in. “I like the way she smells. All the lotions she uses, the shampoos, the concoctions, the perfumes that smell completely unique with each application.”

  “I like the way they feel.” With soapy hands, he traced her breasts, flirted with her nipples, then trailed two fingers down her arm. “Their skin is soft, like silk and satin.”

  With another palm of liquid, he sudsed her bottom, slipping between her cheeks and making her quiver with desire. With the other hand, he tunneled between her legs. “I like the plump feel of their sex, how slippery they get.” He nudged her legs farther apart and slid across her clitoris for the moisture he liked. She purred deep in her throat like a contented feline.

  “I love the sounds they make when they’re aroused.” He put his damp fingers to his mouth. “And did I say I liked the way they taste and smell?” He sucked on his finger as if he relished her. “Hot, spicy, fragrant.”

  Pulling her over him, he rubbed his cock between her folds. “I love the way a woman’s pussy squeezes me when she comes. I love her heat surrounding me.” He pushed her hips down to hug his contours. “I love discovering what turns her on, what makes her scream. But mostly I love being the man who gives it all to her.”

  She felt herself melting beneath the onslaught of his well-placed touches and the litany of sexy descriptions. “So why on earth would you want to tie yourself down to one woman?” He should have been like her, loving the variety. “I mean, after a couple of times, it’s been there, done that, on to something new and exciting.”

  “You need to open your mind to the enormous potential. A man can never know everything there is to know about a woman. She’ll always have a fresh mystery for him to uncover. A man isn’t worth much if he thinks he’s discovered everything. The challenge is in figuring out new ways to please her.” He tapped his temple. “The only limit is in the mind. The possibilities are boundless. If she likes this”—he stroked her clitoris in tight circles—“then why not try that?” He struck deep inside her and pushed his thumb up against the base of her clit. She gasped and held onto his arms, her nails digging into his flesh.

  “Wouldn’t that be even better?” he whispered. “There are so many variations. I’m surprised, Stacy; I thought you would have been more imaginative.”

  It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been imaginative, but then again, instead of choosing variety in technique, she’d chosen variety in partners. Which provided some procedural differences, but pretty much it was the same basic thing. However, she didn’t want to admit that Jud had a point. “I still think you’re limiting yourself if it’s only one man and one woman.”

  “Don’t women always say men can’t multitask? You deserve every ounce of my total concentration.”

  True enough, she liked his total concentration on her pleasure, her body, her needs. “Then concentrate harder. I haven’t had an orgasm yet.”

  He raised her higher out of the water and stroked deep into her slick channel. “But you’re very, very wet.”

  And very, very hot. Sparring with Jud had become a big part of the pleasure. “We’re in a bathtub. Of course I’m wet.”

  “You’re one tough lady, you know. You’re wet because you’re excited. Unbearably. Which is why you want the orgasm now. But I’m not done figuring out what turns you on. Give me your hottest fantasy.”

  “I don’t have fantasies. If I want something, I do it.”

  He leaned in, caressing her ear with just a puff of air. “Liar. Every woman has fantasies, even you.” Two fingers pumped slowly inside her, hitting a delicious spot. “Tell me.”

  She shrugged. “Fine. I had a fantasy I didn’t act on. But only because it wasn’t appropriate at the time.”

  “Ah. Those are the best kind. Close your eyes”—he put his fingers to her eyelids, forcing them shut—“and tell me every hot detail of it.”

  He hitched her closer, splaying one hand along the base of her spine, and gently worked her body from the inside with the other. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave in.

  “I was speeding, and a cop pulled me over.” A flash of heat spread through her chest, and her breath seemed harsher in her throat as she remembered each individual sensation she’d felt that afternoon. “He was a hottie. I think it was the sunglasses, because I couldn’t see his eyes, yet his uniform was tight enough over his crotch to showcase the thick outline of his cock.”

  Stacy’s nipples peaked to rosy buds. Her breath dropped to a shallow exhale and inhale, and a sweet rush of moisture made Jud’s fingers inside her even more slippery than before. For this one moment, he knew he didn’t even exist for her, and he loved that her mind could so easily take over her body. Only a woman who could create passion with a mere thought could experience the heights to which he wanted to take her.

  “And he was giving me the speech”—her voice deepened in imitation—“‘Ma’am, do you know how fast you were going?’” She sighed. “I knew how fast I wanted to go, right down on his cock.”

  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 hi
s 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.