Read 7 Days of Seduction Online
Authors: Jenna Jaxon
7 Days of Seduction (2 page)
In the video she did, in fact, run her fingers through the mat, over firm pecs and abs. Ash groaned again and crossed her legs.
Like that's going to do any good
. Mr. Hunk proceeded to peel his pants and underwear off, and his swollen cock leapt free the instant the material cleared his hips. She clenched her hands and moaned, as if his heated flesh had seared her palm.
"Boy, did you get lucky, last night." Ashley jumped. She had forgotten Sam sitting next to her on the bench. He shook his head. "Too bad you don't remember it. Or is this bringing those memories back at all?"
"No." Ashley sighed and squirmed in her seat. "I wish I could. I wish I could remember how he felt."
On screen, the hunk ground his hips against Ash's. He tweaked her nips, pulling her close by the peaked tips. Her own now hardened in response and she gasped as if phantom fingers pinched her. Between her thighs, she began to throb.
"My dick is cold." Sam whimpered from the video. The Ashley of last night ignored him, instead running her tongue over the hunk's chest. Her fingers tugged on his nipples.
She looked down to see her fingers plucking her hard crests through the tee-shirt. This was insane. "We need to stop this, Sam."
"Are you crazy?" His eyes never left the screen. "This is one of the hottest sex videos I've seen in weeks. And we haven't even gotten to the good parts yet."
She pushed her hands underneath her butt and slid her attention back to the screen.
"You need to bend over and see to your friend, Ash. I'll take care of you and me." The hunk turned her around and she obediently bent over, and engulfed Sam's shaft again. He moaned and twisted his butt on the bed, then settled to half-heartedly thrusting his hips upward.
Squirming on the bench, she watched in fascination as the stranger reached over to his pants and pulled out a condom. He rolled it on his cock, the electric blue accentuating both length and width. Warmth flooded her pussy as the man with the blue dick positioned himself behind her on-screen persona. He nudged himself between her thighs, and Ashley strained to feel the phantom rod but found only pulsing need in a frustrated emptiness. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the scene.
When she stroked down Sam's shaft, the hunk thrust into her, to the hilt.
Ashley's hands clenched her butt cheeks. Never had she been this aroused by a sex video. Maybe because she'd never been a major participant before. Heat continued to build as she watched her counterpart pound again and again, her head bobbing on Sam's dick in time to the rhythm the stranger set. His hand snaked around to rub her clit, and Ashley began to moan deep in her throat, along with the girl on the screen.
"Oh, Jesus, I'm gonna come," Sam-in-the-video yelled.
"No. Wait for it." The Hunk's deep voice echoed with the command.
Thrown off rhythm, Sam's stroking faltered, and the stranger's slowed to piston deeper into her recesses. The on-screen Ashley's legs began to shake.
"Now." The man ground his hips into her ass.
"Christ!" Sam gave a final short jerk upward, then pulled his dick out of Ash's mouth. He relaxed, twitching on the bed.
Ash-on-the-screen gasped for breath and moaned, "Coming too."
"Good girl. This makes three." The hunk wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the ground, still thrusting into her.
"Yes. Yes. God, yes!" Her voice resonated from the computer, joined by his deep "Fuckin' ay" groan.
Ashley sat back, oblivious of the screen now, panting as though she'd run a marathon. She turned to Sam, whose eyes were closed, one hand stroking his erection.
She punched his shoulder, and he jumped, "Stop that and go get a condom."
"What?"
"I'd say we didn't need one, but you slept with Tiffany. Now go!"
Sam nodded, shot out of the room, and returned before Ashley could get from behind the computer. She went to the end of the bed and bent over. Sam didn't even raise an eyebrow. He'd walked in already wearing the rubber.
"Do you need me to—"
"No. Just stick your dick in me now." Ashley's heart raced. She closed her eyes and thought about the Hunk as Sam slammed into her. She grunted, shoved forward on the bed, but regained her footing and arched her back. His cock felt so good in her aching pussy she started to come almost immediately. "Sam, I'm almost there, babe."
"God, me too, Ash." He gripped her hips and redoubled his thrusts.
Ashley imagined the electric blue dick stroking in, sliding out. Sam pushed again, held it.
"I gotta come now, gotta come now." His hips jerked against her butt. Eyes closed, Ash saw the Hunk pound into her, lift her. Her hand sneaked down to rub her clit, brushed against the engorged nub. A fire exploded in her, the pulsating orgasm releasing her pent up frustration. Her channel clasped Sam, stroking him as he sagged against her back.
He withdrew and collapsed on the bed beside her. She rolled onto her back and lay panting.
"You okay?"
He nodded then shook his head. "What the hell happened?"
"How the fuck do I know?" Ash rose up on her elbow. "But my headache's gone. I didn't know sex would get rid of a hangover."
"You learn something new every day." Sam looked at her expectantly. "So what are you going to do now?"
"Find that son-of-a-bitch with the blue dick. He's got some explaining to do."
Day 2
It's Raining Men
His big frame dwarfed her. His dick stretched her in all the right ways. He pounded her pussy relentlessly, and she loved it. She grabbed the headboard, set her feet on the mattress and pushed her hips upward. The position arched her back and opened her even more so the cock drove deeper, hitting nerves that tingled and pulsed. He latched onto her breast. She moaned, straining up into him. The bed shook and the headboard clattered against the wall.
"You gonna come for me, Ash?" His husky voice made her every hair stand on end. He set the tip of his tongue against the peak of her nipple and licked around it, hard. Her pussy began to clench around his insistent cock.
"Yes, yes…"
"Yes, what? What's my name, Ash?" He stilled inside her and the tightening orgasm began to fade.
"No...no. I don't know. Wait!" The gorgeous man above her sat up, pulled out of her, leaving a void that ached like hell. "No, wait. You never told me your name." He moved off the bed.
"Wait!" Ashley sat up with a jerk, twitching with the unreleased passion from the dream. The throbbing ached deep inside her, so real it stole her breath.
"Shit!" She threw herself back onto the pillows, pulled one over her face trying to smother both herself and her frustration.
She'd watched that video incessantly last night, memorizing every move, every stroke her mystery man had made. Nothing resurfaced. As if her mind had been wiped clean of the incident. Ashley would never even have known it had happened if Sam hadn't caught it on tape. But the question of who this guy was killed her. Even in her sleep.
It wasn't as if she could take the computer around to her friends and say, "Do you know this guy with his dick in my pussy?"
How had he known her? That ate at her almost as much as the ache within. She tossed the pillow off her face and slid her hand down to feather through the thick curls at her groin. Might as well finish what the phantom cock started. She stroked along her outer lips, still slick from her dream lover's attentions. As her thumb brushed over her clitoris, Ash stopped. Not that it didn't feel good, but she knew what would feel better.
Shower massage.
With a grunt, she rolled off the side of the bed, pulled on her thin, floral print robe, and headed for the bathroom. As she passed his room, she called, "I'm in the shower, Sam."
She hoped their little indiscretion yesterday hadn't given him ideas about them getting back together.
Ashley hung her robe on the hook, opened the frosted sliding door and turned the shower on. She stepped into needles of hot water shooting out of the showerhead. Soon to be shooting onto her throbbing clit. She grabbed the Coconut Fantasies body wash and soaped up, breathing in the smell that made her long for a Pina Colada. Images of her mystery hunk resurfaced when she closed her eyes and slid her hands over her breasts. Almost time to get down to business.
The bathroom door opened and closed. Her hands froze.
"Damn it, Sam. Why is it every time I take a shower you have to pee? Couldn't you just hold it for once? Or pee in a cup, for God's sake?"
"I'm not Sam. And I don't have to pee."
Ashley's eyes popped open and the bottle of body wash hit the tub with a loud
thunk
. The husky voice she'd heard on yesterday's video and in this morning's dream was richer in person. Sexier. Her heart took off like a deer after a shotgun blast. She peered at the shower door, seeing only a shadowy figure through the opaque glass. Well thank, God, for that. He couldn't see her either.
"Hello? Are you there, Ash?" The amusement in his tone brought her back to earth.
"Yeah, I'm here. And just who the hell are you?"
"I'm Hunter Hopewell. Sorry we didn't really get introduced the other night."
"No shit." Damn. The all-important name meant nothing. The spray from the shower roared in her ears and Ashley took a step toward the shower door.
"So who are you? I mean, you say Hunter Hopewell, but I don't know you. And you know me."
"Yes, I do. I've never met you, but I've been interested in you for a while now."
Despite the hot water, chills raced over her body, standing her hair on end.
Oh, my God. A stalker. I've attracted a stalker
.
And I'm shut in a bathroom with him.
Suddenly, she couldn't breathe.
"You work over in English at the university." He knew where she worked. "And I've seen you around the campus." He'd been watching her.
She wrapped her arms around her chest, shielding her body as best she could. Maybe Sam would come in.
"You're a beautiful girl, Ashley. With lots of potential."
Potential for what?
Needing to breathe or pass out, she gasped in air.
"I think you should leave." Where the balls came from to utter that sentence, she had no idea.
"Why?" His voice rose an octave.
"Because you're scaring the crap out of me."
He laughed, deep and genuine. "Well, I didn't mean to do that."
Through the frosted glass, she glimpsed movement, though she couldn't see exactly what he was doing. Was he leaving? A stab of regret streaked through her chest.
The shower door moved. Ashley screamed and backpedaled until she slammed into the wall beneath the still pulsing showerhead. She watched, unable to move, as Hunter shoved his big, naked frame through the opening then slid the door closed.
"Hi." He grinned, revealing perfect white teeth.
"H...hi." Ash gasped, trying to see all of him at once. He filled the stall with his wide shoulders and chest. That mat of dark hair she'd run her hands through on the video now so up close and personal. She flexed her fingers, itching to repeat that scene.
Though she tried to stop, her gaze strayed over tight abs, then lowered to his hips, and finally to his thatch of dark, crinkly hair and his jutting cock. There was a lot of it.
"Still scared?"
Ashley shot her gaze back up to his face. His grin had been replaced with a confident smile. She nodded. "I don't know you. And you've been stalking me."
He shook his head. "Not stalking, Ash. I've just been watching you, gauging the best way to introduce myself."
"Don't you think walking up and saying, ‘Hi, Ashley, my name's Hunter,' in my office or at a party would have been better than coming in and screwing me when I was drunk?"
"Not better. Boring." He lowered his eyelids and a gleam in their deep blue depths shot electricity through her. "I don't like boring, and I bet you don't either. Not with the reputation your parties have." He snaked his hand behind her head and pulled her away from the wall. She resisted, but only a little.
"Besides," Hunter spoke in a low, soothing tone, all the while mesmerizing her with that gleam. Sliding his other hand around her waist, he urged her breasts against his chest. "When I walked in and saw you kneeling there naked, giving that guy head, I had to have you. Just like now."
He tipped her head up to his mouth, and with the tip of his tongue, outlined her lips with light, smooth strokes. Her lips were so incredibly sensitive, the corners ticklish. Prickles danced everywhere he touched. She squirmed against his mouth, wanting to wrap her arms around him. But he'd trapped them between their bodies.
She opened for him, needing him deep inside her. Fears forgotten, her desire overrode common sense. This could be a bad mistake, but the memory of that video persuaded her to the contrary.
Driving her wild, he continued to play, sent his tongue to tease her lips, her teeth, pretending to enter, then backing off.
Ash groaned, pulled her arms free and grabbed his head. She captured his mouth, driving her tongue deep within while he continued to play, eluding her until she squealed with frustration.