A Wildly Seductive Night: (Seductive Nights: Julia & Clay Book 3.5) (3 page)

D
amn
, she smelled good. All sleepy, sexy, and shower clean. The scent of her jasmine body lotion flooded his nostrils as he got into bed and inhaled her neck, running his nose along her shoulders and into her hair, breathing her in.

In seconds, his dick went from half-mast to full steel.
This woman.
That was what she did to him—electrified his bones.

His fiery, gorgeous, dirty wife was curled up in a skimpy white tank top and high-cut white lacy panties. The sheet had slipped down to her thighs, giving him a view of the soft flesh of her rear, the delicious curve of her cheeks on display.

He wanted to send a thank-you letter to the designer of those panties. His wife had the most wonderful ass he’d ever seen, and those lacy beauties showed it off to titillating perfection. As he drew another inhale of her hair, slightly damp from her shower, he fantasized about nibbling on her butt, biting that cheek, brushing his lips all over her fine sweet ass.

Some might call him an ass man. But, really, he was an everything man when it came to Julia Nichols. Every damn thing about her turned him on, from her sharp mind, to her big heart, to her dirty mouth. All her physical assets were the icing on the Julia cake. That face, those luscious tits, her long legs that felt extraordinary wrapped around his neck.

Need hummed in his bones as he scooted closer to his woman. Absently, he reached between his legs, skimming his hand over his throbbing length as he regarded the woman with whom he shared a bed, a family, a life.

Midnight had crept into Manhattan, and moonlight from the window cast their room in a silvery glow. His hand slid down his hard dick as his eyes roamed her body, landing once again on a peek of her rear. The curve of her bottom was such an allure to him. He knew how it felt to dig his thumbs into that flesh, to spread her open, to grip her ass hard as he slid his cock into her hot, tight pussy. He knew how it felt to have his hands kneading that ass.

He groaned lightly as he stroked. He’d focused on business and deals at dinner, but admittedly the later the meal ran, the more his thoughts had strayed to her dirty texts. To what she wanted from him—to wake up to his mouth on her.

Was she wet already? Had she been dreaming of him, getting hot and bothered in her sleep? He shifted on the mattress, thrusting his cock up into his fist, his dick begging for more attention from his hand.

He was a horny bastard, and he needed to be buried in his wife’s wetness in a few minutes or he’d go crazy. He dipped his finger to her legs, ready to tug off those panties and smother his face in his favorite paradise when she flipped to the side and blinked open her eyes. She glanced at his hand.

“You taking care of business yourself?” Her voice was sleepy.

It was then that he realized he hadn’t stopped stroking his cock. Lord knew he was so goddamn turned on right now from being in bed with this beauty that he might not ever stop touching either one of them.

“Well, would you look at that. I suppose you caught me being thoroughly aroused by the woman in my bed.” He moved his hand to her hip, sliding his fingers into the waistband of her panties to tug them off, but her hand clamped on his, stopping his journey. She shook her head, lifted his hand away, and returned it to his shaft.

She wrapped her fingers over his. Drawing a sharp, hot breath, he shuddered as she moved his palm up and down his dick, leading him, though, of course he needed no guide in this matter.

“Don’t stop on my account,” she whispered.

“Maybe I want to do that while I eat you. If memory serves, you were pretty damn demanding in your notes. You had a specific plan for me to put my face between your thighs.”

She tightened her grip on his hand. “Now I want something else.” Her breath ghosted over his chest. “Let me watch you.”

His gaze drifted to their joined hands and his slow, steady strokes. “Doing this?”

She nodded, her eyes shining with desire. “I love watching you get yourself off. I hardly ever get to see it anymore.”

“But I’m in the mood for you.”

“I’ll get even wetter from watching you touch yourself. I’ll be just how you like me best. Hot and bothered and wet by the time your tongue is on me.”

“I like you each and every way,” he said as she scooted back on the bed, propping her head on the pillows, her auburn hair fanning across the white sheets.

“Straddle me, handsome. I want to be under you.”

He obliged, climbing over her, one knee on each side of her ribs. He took his cock in his hand again, this time stroking more purposefully, his eyes on her the whole time.

S
he ached exquisitely
between her legs, soaking the panel of her panties from the scene unfolding in front of her. Clay Nichols, straddling her in the middle of the night, his big hand wrapped around his thick, hard cock. The very sight of him was like a bolt of heat charging through her body. An electric shudder ravaged her as his fist worked its way down his length, squeezing the head. She lifted her face to him, grabbed his hips, and licked off a drop of his arousal from the head of his cock.

“Mmm,” she murmured as she rested against the pillow once more. “This is my favorite one-man show to see.”

He chuckled as he thrust into his hand. “You got yourself the best seat in the house.”

“And I’m going to enjoy every single second of this. I hardly ever get to be the audience.”

“Because I’d rather be fucking you.”

She grinned. She understood why this wasn’t something they did terribly often. Clay was a giver, and so was Julia. Add in the fact that the two of them were so damn horny for each other, and that was a recipe for making mutual masturbation scarce. Sometimes, she’d touch herself, and he’d play along for a few minutes, but they’d get so worked up that they’d end up sixty-nining in no time, or just plain hard-core fucking.

Julia had no complaints about either. But tonight, she savored the chance to watch him grip his cock tighter in his hand. A rough groan escaped his lips, and his eyes squeezed shut. As pleasure seemed to overtake him, it had the same effect on her. A wave of lust crashed into her body, sizzling her skin. Heat pooled between her legs, making her panties thoroughly pointless. She shoved her hand between her legs, stroking her own wetness as he fucked his fist.

“Yeah, you like that?” he rasped when he opened his eyes and saw what her busy hand was up to.

“So much,” she moaned.

“You like how hard you get me?”

Her fingers glided across her slick pussy lips, centering on her aching clit. “I love it,” she whispered, rocking her hips into her hand.

“All you, gorgeous. All you.” His voice was husky, hungry. His hips moved faster, and she was sure he was getting close. “I come home to your beautiful fucking body in my bed, and I have no choice but to get a raging hard-on.”

“I like you that way. No, I
love
you that way,” she purred as she widened her legs as far as she could with him caging her in.

“One smell of you and I’m ready to devour you. One taste and I want to smother my face in you. Now, you’re all hot and wild, and I’m getting so goddamn close to coming all over your tits.”

That was the moment she snapped—when the temperature inside her shot to scorching. She was an inferno, and she couldn’t help herself from asking for the next thing. No, she wasn’t going to ask. She was going to
beg
for it.

“Come on me,” she pleaded, desperate for his yes. “Come on my face.”

His shoulders shook, and he groaned as his hand flew up and down his length. “You filthy, beautiful woman.”

“Do it. I want it so bad.”

“I know you do,” he said on a broken pant as he squeezed the head on a lightning-quick upstroke.

She reached up and cupped his balls.

He sucked in a breath. “Close,” he moaned.

There, like that, straddling her in bed, he leaned forward, palmed the wall with one hand for balance, jacked his cock with the other, and angled himself over her face.

“Oh God,” she cried out, giving his balls a little tug as she worked her fingers between her legs. “Come on me, baby. Come on me now.”

“Fuck, I’m going to come so fucking hard, Julia,” he grunted, his fist squeezing his cock as he thrust his hips to her face, stroking his shaft in a fevered frenzy as he released himself on her.

Hot streams of his pleasure hit her cheek, her hair, all over her neck.

And she loved it. Loved being marked by him. Loved the sheer baseness of the act, the raw carnality of his jets of semen hitting her face, of all places on her body. She’d never have imagined she’d want anyone to mark her like this, but he wasn’t simply anyone. He was hers, her man, and he treated her like a queen and fucked her like a rock star, and it turned her on like nothing in the world. So much so that her own orgasm barreled through her, and she was fucking her hand to the other side of the cliff, coming so hard she saw stars.

Her eyes closed, and she moaned as the climax worked through her. Soon she was aware that he was gone, but in seconds he’d returned with a towel, warmed with water on one end.

“Don’t get me wrong. You look good in white,” he said, as he cleaned her up. “But I’m about to fuck you, and it would be rude for me to leave this all over your lovely face.”

A naughty smile tugged at her lips from his words.

When her eyes fluttered open, he flipped her to her stomach.

But he didn’t fuck her.

Not yet.

He seemed to have other plans.

I
t wasn’t
the recovery time—he was nearly hard again. But all that juicy wetness between her legs couldn’t go to waste. He wanted to taste her pleasure on his tongue, on his lips, on his jaw, before his cock was coated in it.

Besides, he loved going downtown on his wife. He loved having her ride his face when he was flat on his back; he loved spreading her legs wide and eating her; and he loved this position, too—Julia on her stomach, her ass raised a few inches in the air.

As he spread her cheeks with his thumbs, he buried his face between her legs, groaning as he drank her in.

Sweet and salty. His favorite flavor combination. She tasted like honey and sex. Like candy and a woman who wanted to be fucked by him. Her taste intoxicated him. He licked her up and down, flicking his tongue against the rise of her clit as he gripped her ass harder. This position was fantastic. His face was smothered in her, and he pulled hard, drawing her tighter against his mouth, savoring the way all her wetness flooded his face.

She moaned and writhed as he consumed her, and when he looked up, he saw how her hands gripped the sheets, her nails digging in.

“So good, so good,” she murmured as he licked and sucked. Soon she thrust frantically against him, her moves telling him that her next orgasm wasn’t too far off.

He broke contact for the briefest of seconds. “Your turn now. Come on my face.” Then he returned to paradise and devoured her pussy with his mouth until she bucked against his jaw.

She cried out and lifted her hips high in the air, grinding against him like a crazed wild woman. His dick was like an iron spike now, and he was so goddamn hungry for her. He consumed her pussy as she moaned and groaned and sang her pleasure, until he was covered in her next climax.

Before she could even come down from that high, he ran a finger through her wetness, brought it to her ass, and flicked his tongue across her there.

She flinched, but then moaned, a long, low, delicious moan of incomparable pleasure. She groaned as he flicked his tongue against her hole.

He was a dirty bastard and so what? She was clean, freshly showered, and he had no hang-ups in the bedroom. He’d fucking touch her anywhere. Kiss her anywhere. Lick her from head to toe, because she was divine.

Tonight, he was in the mood for her ass so he spent his sweet time, licking that forbidden zone that wasn’t at all forbidden to him. Someday, he’d like to take her ass, claim it all for his own, but he was pretty sure that was going to remain a fantasy. That was the one area they hadn’t breached. They’d tried once a few years ago, buzzed on wine and whiskey on a trip to Paris, but it had hurt her too much and he’d barely gotten the tip of his dick inside her.

That had been the end of that.

As he licked one last line along her rear, he thrust a finger into her center until she was a frantic, writhing creature begging for release.

That was what he wanted. He wanted her abandon. Her absolute surrender to the pleasure he intended to give her over and over.

He rose up on his knees, yanked up her hips, and positioned himself at her pussy. In one smooth thrust he was inside, and he stilled for a moment as pleasure ignited in him. At last his cock was surrounded by her wetness, and he proceeded to fuck her on all fours until she came hard again, her third orgasm of the night blasting through her. He followed her there, his quads tightening, his neck tensing as another climax powered through him.

Then he collapsed next to her.

He held her in his arms as they came down from their highs. He caught a glimpse of the clock. Two a.m.

“How was your night?” he asked.

“Mmm. It was the best night ever,” she said. “I walked Ace for forty-five minutes, dined on Thai food and baked cookies with Carly, had three orgasms with my husband, and got challenged to repeat the Purple Snow Globe.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Tell me more.”

“Tomorrow. I’ll tell you everything then. For now, you may spoon me ’til I fall asleep in your arms.”

“I will take you up on that.”

Yeah, every night with her was the best night ever.

J
ulia considered
the array of bottles on the kitchen counter at her friends’ home. She brought her index finger to her lip, tapped it, then pointed to the pink drink.

“Try that one,” she said to Charlotte, her next-door neighbor and the owner of the leashed balcony cat, Fido.

“Gladly,” the blond woman said with a smile. Charlotte lifted the fruity vodka-based concoction Julia had whipped up and took a sip.

Her eyebrows rose. “I like,” she said.

Julia beamed. “You do?”

“It’s yummy.”

“But does it blow your mind?” Julia said, bringing her hands to her head and miming an explosion.

Charlotte offered a sweet smile. “It’s yummy, but I don’t know that it’s the best I’ve had in the whole world.” She screwed up the corner of her lips. “Sorry.”

Julia wagged her finger and stared pointedly. “No apologies. I do not want you to go easy on me. You are my guinea pig, and I need total honesty from my guinea pig.”

“You’re just trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me, aren’t you?” Charlotte said with a wink, as she bumped her hip against Julia.

Julia pinched Charlotte’s butt, and her friend pretended to squeal. “Don’t you know it, girl. I’ve always wanted a blonde.”

Julia adored her neighbors, Charlotte and Spencer. They were in the same business, and the pair of newlyweds owned and operated three popular bars in Manhattan called The Lucky Spot. The funny thing was Charlotte and Spencer had actually been inspired to start their business one night a few years ago at Speakeasy after they’d tried Julia’s signature drink. They’d come to Julia’s establishment on her recommendation to Spencer. Now the late twenty-something couple was married and Charlotte had moved into his home, so they were neighbors as well as colleagues.

“Okay, so this Pinkie Pie drink is a no-go,” Julia said, dumping the rest of it down Charlotte’s sink. Julia had been mixing like a chemist the last few days in the hope of demolishing the
whippersnapper
on the show. Clay had sampled a few of her drinks, but she wanted input, too, from those in the biz. Clay was busy with Carly, so this Saturday afternoon was the perfect time to test her creations.

“Bye, bye, Pinkie Pie,” Charlotte said in a singsong voice, waving to the remnants of the drink that circled the drain.

Julia parked her hands on her hips, and studied the range of bottles on the counter, debating which to test next. “Vodka? Gin? Tequila?” Then she realized what was missing. “Brandy!”

Charlotte’s big brown eyes sparkled. “I have an idea. What if you tried something like a Jack Rose?”

Julia hummed her approval at the suggestion of the applejack-and-grenadine-based mixed drink. “That’s not a bad idea! I could try a little variation on the grenadine to make it feel new and fresh. Maybe add a splash of another spirit?”

The two women grabbed keys and purses, made a quick journey to the store, and returned with applejack brandy, lime juice, and pomegranate juice instead of grenadine. When they returned, Julia worked her best magic as she mixed up the drink.

As she handed the cocktail glass to Charlotte, she heard the front door open. Charlotte snapped her gaze toward the noise as her husband strolled in from a run, clad in basketball shorts and a gray T-shirt with streaks of sweat beading down the front.

“Hello ladies,” he said playfully, his green eyes lighting up as he took in the sight of the kitchen, the counters covered with liquors and potions, and two women concocting all sorts of flavor profiles. “No one told me we were having a party on a Saturday afternoon.”

“We’re trying to help Julia destroy JT,” Charlotte said, catching Spencer up on the challenge the contestant had thrown down.

Spencer sneered. “That guy is such a tool,” he said with a scoff. “How did you even let him on the show?”

Julia held up her hands as if she were wiping them clean of the man. “I don’t handle the casting! I’ve got to assume the producers thought he’d make for good entertainment, and he seems to have done just that. But how do you know him?”

“I went to the bar he tends in SoHo once. He makes good drinks, but he’s terrible with the service. He only waits on pretty ladies. Everyone else can get in line and twiddle their thumbs the whole time.”

“So you needed us with you,” Charlotte joked. “You were just a lonely, thirsty man.”

Spencer laughed, keeping it up. “It was awful. I was so parched.”

“Too bad he doesn’t like the handsome men, or you’d have scored all the free drinks from him,” Charlotte teased, cupping Spencer’s cheek.

“He also came to Lucky Spot one night. Don’t you remember? He tried to hit on you.”

Julia cracked up, loving the back and forth between the couple. “Oh Spencer, you’re too adorable. How on earth is your beautiful wife going to remember the night someone came into the bar to hit on her? It probably happens every night.”

“It happens to you a lot, right?” Charlotte said to Julia.

Julia nodded. “It surely does, and it is water off this mama duck’s back,” she said, pretending to swipe the drops from her spine.

Spencer tapped the counter. “Look, I’m sure he’s highly entertaining on TV, but no way can we let a guy like that best you.”

“I’ve no intention of that,” Julia said, her tone completely serious as she swept her arm to the counter, gesturing to the laboratory the women had created.

Spencer yanked open the fridge, grabbed the cold water pitcher, and poured a glass. “I’ll be your lab rat. We need to do whatever it takes for you to take JT down.” He drained the glass quickly then leaned against the counter. “What have you got? Lay it on me, because these taste buds are top notch.”

“Give him our Julia Rose,” Charlotte said, using the impromptu name they’d devised for the Jack Rose variation.

Spencer sampled the drink and nodded his approval. “Not bad. I like it, but have you considered a Harvey Wallbanger drink? That’s basically the world’s most underrated cocktail. You could seriously surprise them with a kickass new style of Wallbanger.”

Julia’s eyes widened. A Harvey Wallbanger was a terribly simple drink, but what if she came up with a riff on it? A twist? “Maybe a Wallbanger meets a Screwdriver?” she offered.

Spencer smiled. “And you could call it Drive Her Home and Bang Her.”

Julia cracked up, then checked the time on her phone. “Get a couple of pervy bartenders together and look what happens. We’re all about the dirty drink names.”

“Hey babe, let’s have some Sex on the Beach,” Spencer said to his wife in an over-the-top come-on voice.

“Make my next one a Redheaded Slut,” Julia chimed in, fluffing her hair. Then she shuddered. Never mind the naughty name—Redheaded Sluts were disgusting drinks. “May I never drink Jägermeister, peach schnapps, and cranberry juice.”

“You know that’s what JT would send you in a bar,” Charlotte said.

“But he’s no good at delivering the Screaming Orgasm,” Spencer said, then mimed bending Charlotte over the counter.

“Maybe from you I’d like a Slippery Nipple,” Charlotte said suggestively, then she pursed her lips. “Except . . . all I want right now is a Fuzzy Navel.”

“Hey babe, I’ve got your Fuzzy Navel right here,” Spencer said, wrapping his arms around his wife’s waist and nibbling on her ear.

Then his spine straightened. “Wait. I have an idea.”

Spencer shared his thoughts for a new direction to try, and Julia found herself wondering if the man was onto something.

“On that note, I’ll be testing it out in the lab next time. For now, I’m going to do a little shopping for my wedding anniversary.”

“Ooh, what are you going to get your hubby?” Charlotte asked.

Julia shrugged. “I have no idea. But maybe I’ll be inspired before I meet him and Carly in an hour.”

Charlotte grabbed a glass from the counter and raised it. “To anniversary inspiration.”

Julia would gladly drink to that. She had no idea what to get.