“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.
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.
Chapter Seven
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?”
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