A Wildly Seductive Night: (Seductive Nights: Julia & Clay Book 3.5) (6 page)

E
ven if you
were one of those people, even if sex was part of your routine, a night of passion that scorched your senses could still be special. Could be a treat.

Maybe even a surprise.

That was what Julia wanted to give Clay for their anniversary.

A wildly seductive night.

Stretching out her bare legs on the chaise lounge on the balcony, she crossed them at the ankles. She wore black heels and a simple short black dress with slim straps. The clothing hardly mattered, though. Soon, all her garments would be pooled at her feet when Clay stripped her and untied her.

For now, all that mattered was the presentation of his gift.

Her
.

She wasn’t cocky. She wasn’t full of herself. She simply knew her man and what he wanted most: his woman, every day, every night.

As soon as she heard the clink of the door shutting, and the echo of his shoes on the hardwood, she pictured him walking through their home. He was on his way to her. She’d left him a trail of breadcrumbs.

On the table in the foyer he’d find the handcuffs, a nod to their very first night together at her bar in San Francisco. Then, a piece of black silk was draped over a chair at the kitchen table, like the one she’d been blindfolded with on this very balcony. On the couch he’d discover a purple scarf, and surely he’d remember the time they’d played bondage games with that scrap of fabric.

Honestly, she could have filled their home with mementos of their passion, but these were more than enough for him to get the hint as to what was on the agenda tonight.

And if there were any questions, those would be silenced when he opened the door to the balcony and found her. She’d procured a purple satin bow at a fabric store and had looped it around the waist of her black dress and tied it, the ends pointing south. On her neck dangled a long strand of pearls.

Oh, what pleasures he’d brought her with those pearls.

But pearls weren’t on the menu this evening.

Tonight, she was in the mood for adventure. She was ready to take a risk. Maybe it was the new drink she’d created that made her feel warm all over, or maybe it was just time to play, to push, to explore new territory. Break new ground, so to speak.

As Clay opened the door to the balcony, she reached for her new cocktail, brought it to her lips, and took another swallow of the concoction she’d created. From her phone, sexy music played, with a sultry beat. The neighbors weren’t home tonight.

Clay leaned against the doorframe. “I see you got me my favorite gift,” he said, his deep, husky voice wafting over her, sending a rush of heat through her body.

“I did. Hope that’s not too presumptuous, but I have a feeling you might like this anniversary present.”

He strode across the deck and bent down to plant a hard, hungry kiss on her lips. “You taste like your new cocktail.”

“It’s strong. It makes me feel loose and languid all over.”

Clay’s words from the other night stayed with her, reminding her that what she needed wasn’t just an original cocktail, but perhaps
the
original cocktail.

The Sazerac.

Dubbed by some in the business as “the original cocktail,” the Sazerac was supposedly the oldest known American cocktail. It was strong, potent, and delicious. The rim of the glass was coated in absinthe, and Julia had followed the recipe, but veered left, swerved right.

Her recipe came with a twist, of course. A variation on the theme.

It was a riff on the Sazerac, with a little honey and a splash of a secret ingredient. She’d finished one already while drying her hair and applying some makeup after her shower. She was on her second now. That was part of the plan.

“Have some,” she said. “I added a few things.”

Clay took a drink and nodded his appreciation. “It tastes almost as good as you,” he murmured, then dipped his head to her neck.

“You could find out how I taste.”

“I intend to,” he said, his hand traveling down her chest, between her breasts. A fire sparked in her veins from his touch. The alcohol, combined with him, mixed with her plan—all those things ignited her.

She knew what kind of cocktail she needed. Something that would give her the courage to try the one thing she secretly wanted. Something they’d tangoed with once or twice before, but had never gone all the way with. And when she’d taken the first sip of her variation on the Sazerac, she was sure she’d found the solution—to the drink competition, and to her wish to try a certain something again.

Clay fingered the strand around her neck. “You always looked delicious in pearls,” he said, then cupped the back of her head and kissed her, a deep, hot kiss that bathed her brain in bliss and set her skin to sizzling.

Longing climbed inside Julia, curling and twisting with each consuming press of his lips, each swipe of his tongue. His hands were on her face, in her hair, and traveling down her body. Trailing the pads of his fingers along the smooth polished pearls, he found his way to the bow around her waist.

“I’ve always loved surprises,” he said when he broke the kiss. He reached out a hand, pulled her up from the chair, and stood, facing her. His brown eyes were intense. “You deserve to be worshipped. Let me adore you with my mouth.”

“I want that so much,” she said as shudders wracked her body. The heat in her veins ran wild, sparking, spreading, and making her melt between her legs, where she ached for him.

He led her to the edge of the balcony, and pressed her back to the wall. He dropped to his knees, brushed his lips against the fabric of her dress, and planted soft kisses along her waist as he tugged at the bow. “This is how I worship you. This is how I adore you,” he said as he let the bow fall in a puddle. He pushed up the fabric of her dress and pulled down her panties. “I get on my knees for you.”

“I like you there. I like you anywhere on me,” she whispered, her breathing erratic already as desire swamped her body.

“Then fuck my face as I eat you,” he rasped, and she nearly shattered right there. She followed his direction, threading her fingers through the strands of his hair. Bright, hot fireworks ignited in her body as his hands slunk around her rear, grasping her cheeks.

His mouth was on her pussy, and she moaned.

My God. This was heaven. This was rapture—his tongue, his lips, his desire. He flicked his tongue up and down her slickness. Already, she was crazed with need. Her body vibrated, as if she’d been injected with pure pleasure. Her veins flowed with it.

As he kneeled before her, his face buried between her legs, all she could do was hold on tight.

He devoured her pussy just how she liked it. He ate her like an animal, and that was what she wanted. His depravity. His baseness. Her husband, in his suit and slacks, crouched on the concrete of their balcony, sucking and kissing and licking like she was his fucking meal. She wasn’t just dessert. She wasn’t simply a treat. She was his sustenance, his reason for living.

Wild noises ripped from his throat, groans and moans of his pleasure as her liquid arousal coated his stubbly jaw, his lips, his tongue. Her sounds grew louder, higher, crazed.

Neon sparks burst behind her eyes from the sheer intensity of his tongue. And now his finger as he slid one inside her, fucking her with it while he speared her clit with his tongue. Exquisite agony rang in her body, that sweet torment of pleasure and anticipation rising higher, spreading further.

“Another one,” she moaned, urging him on.

He pushed the tip of his middle finger against her slickness, and she shook her head, though he couldn’t see her.

“Not there,” she said, gasping.

He groaned like a caveman, instantly responding to her direction, sliding his finger to her ass. She didn’t tense; she didn’t flinch. She was ready for a finger, and he slid it into her rear. Like that, with his mouth latched on to her pussy, and his fingers penetrating her, she rode his face shamelessly, rocking and grinding, thrusting into him, until the switch flipped.

White-hot pleasure erupted in her, a sharp, powerful explosion, then a thousand more shock waves, radiating everywhere as she cried out and came on his face.

She had no notion of where she was—only how she felt. As if she’d been made with diamonds, as if her world was silver and gold and nothing but ecstatic joy. She was flesh and body and desire satisfied. With her hands still wrapped tightly around his head, she moaned happily, lost in her rapture. She wasn’t sure if this sensation of electric bliss would ever stop, nor did she want it to.

But soon enough, Clay let go, and he rose.

He brushed his lips to her forehead, her cheeks, her jaw, in a series of caresses. “I could do that all night.”

“I wouldn’t protest,” she said.

One more kiss. One more soft touch, then he tipped his forehead to the door. She grabbed the drink, and in her woozy, buzzed state, she followed him inside. He headed for the kitchen to wash his hands. Ace snoozed quietly on the couch. With Clay’s back turned, Julia walked up the steps to their loft bedroom, perched on the side of the bed, and waited for him to find her.

H
e shed
his shirt on the stairs, loosening his belt as he entered the bedroom. He froze as he unzipped his pants.

No fucking way.

He blinked, sure he was seeing things. Positive he was dreaming.

Julia had stripped from her dress, tossed the pearls on the nightstand, and wore only her shoes.

But that wasn’t what floored him.

It was what she held in her hand. Like she was luring him into her home with his greatest fantasy—a filthy fucking fairy tale.

“This is your other gift,” she said, dangling the present from her fingers.

Lust spiraled like a tornado. It was hard to imagine one simple thing could do this to him. But the physical didn’t lie. The reaction in his body was instant and electric. He was lit up with possibility all from one thing . . .

Lube.

“There are many kinds of lube,” Julia began in a purr. “There’s the kind that my riff on a Sazerac provides, that loosens up one’s body and mind.” She shifted her shoulders sexily back and forth. “And there’s the practical kind that you’ll need for tonight. To make entry.”

He scrubbed a hand over his jaw, nearly speechless. Even as lust owned his body, he crossed the distance to her, parked his hands on her shoulders, and stared into her eyes.

“You don’t have to,” he said, because he wanted to make sure this was for both of them.

Her lips curved up in a naughty grin as she reached for the zipper on his pants, finishing the job of sliding it down. “I know that. But I
want
to try it.” Her eyes locked on his. “And I also know you want to.”

“Yeah? How do you know?” he asked as she tugged at the waistband of his briefs.

“You’re an ass man, Clay.”

“I’m an everything man, Julia,” he corrected.

“Then have everything,” she said, gesturing to her body.

A groan worked its way up his chest as he stared at her giving herself to him. All of him.

“Besides,” she added, wiggling her eyebrows, “I have a feeling I might like it, too. I do enjoy when your tongue ventures there, and I love what you did with your fingers on the deck.”

“You get so fucking wet when I play with your ass.”

“I know.” She patted the bed. “Let’s get this anniversary started.”

Though he’d happily forgo her bottom for the rest of time, if she was offering the one part of her he’d never had, he was taking it. He wanted her mouth, he wanted her tits, he wanted her pussy, and he wanted her ass. Tonight, the most forbidden part of her was on the menu, and no fucking way was Clay Nichols ordering anything else.

She pushed down his pants and briefs, and he toed off his shoes and socks and stood naked before her. He gripped his dick in his hand and stroked, knowing how much she liked to watch. If she was giving him something he desperately craved, the least he could do was make sure she was as turned on as she’d ever been.

The second his hand stroked down his shaft, her breathing picked up. Her eyes widened, going glossy as he jerked himself.

“You like that? Does that heat up your pussy, gorgeous?”

“So much,” she said, her eyes drifting between her legs.

What a glorious sight. And it was made even more scorching when she dropped her hand between her thighs, played with her clit, and spread her lips wide for him.

Showing him.

Oh hell. Lust pumped at Mach speed in him as he stroked. She was inches away, so he brought his dick to her face, and rubbed the head over her bottom lip. Her tongue darted out, flicking over him.

Felt so fucking good.

He pulled back, letting her watch, since he knew this turned her into an inferno. This was her pleasure, part of her foreplay, and she could have anything she wanted from him. Scooting back on the bed, she rested on her elbows, gazing slack-jawed at his hand shuttling up and down his shaft.

“Look at how you already made me wetter,” she murmured.

“Even after what I did to you on the balcony?” he asked as he pumped his dick into his hand.

She nodded, her eyes glinting with wild desire. “Feel me. Rub your cock against me.”

Desire ricocheted through him as he climbed over her, and she parted her legs.

“Fuck, Julia.” He groaned at the view of her, wide open and turned on. She glistened. Her pussy was slick with her own arousal. He rubbed the head of his cock against her. Jesus Christ, she was fantastic. Lush and wet, like paradise. He wanted to sink into her, fuck her ’til she came around his cock, then loosen up her ass and take her there.

Come to think of it, that sounded like a fine idea.

“I’m going to fuck you first, gorgeous. Lube me up with all this wetness. Make my dick so fucking wet from your pussy,” he said, and shoved into her in one smooth motion.

She cried out and wrapped her legs around his back instantly, tugging him closer. Her arms found his neck, and she laced her hands around him. He stroked in and out, her hot walls clamping down on his shaft. Pleasure ripped through his body, but he fought it off because no way was he coming now. Not a chance in hell. His mission—get her off. He wanted his Julia bathed in orgasms, one right after the other.

He braced on his forearms and lowered his mouth to her ear. “I know that Sazerac relaxed you nice and good, but I’m thinking another orgasm ought to do the trick, too. You?”

“Go for a double,” she moaned.

He swept his tongue along her earlobe, driving his dick into her, making sure his shaft rubbed against her clit as he fucked her. “Say the words. Say
make me come,
and I’ll give it to you how you like it.”

“Oh God, make me come, make me come, make me come.”

And he fucked her hard and deep, stabbing his cock into her hot wetness ’til she dug her nails into his shoulders and keened a loud, earth-shattering scream as she climaxed.

A tremor of pleasure coursed down his spine, and he forced himself to freeze, stilling his body, gritting his teeth. He pulled out.

“You’re almost ready,” he said, reaching for the bottle and flipping open the cap.

With her all loose and warm from her second orgasm, he spread her legs wider. He drizzled some lube on his fingers, rubbed two together to warm it up, then lowered his hand between her legs, pressing the pad of his finger against her rear. She bit her lip.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Definitely.”

He pressed, feeling her tense briefly as he pushed past the ring of muscles. Then she arched up, lifting her hips. He smiled, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You like that?”

“I do,” she said on a panting breath.

Not a surprise there. She’d liked it when he’d fingered her while eating her sweet pussy on the deck. Still, something about her liking it now, when it was just his finger, when he was prepping her for his cock, turned him on even more. The very notion that his beautiful, brilliant, sensual wife wanted to explore the boundaries of pleasure rocked him to the core. It wasn’t even about the baseness of the act. It wasn’t even the carnality that turned him on.

“Another finger,” she whispered hotly, urging him on. “You need to get me ready.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I suppose one finger won’t do the trick.”

She shivered as he played with her ass. “Pretty sure,” she said, then drew a sharp breath as he pushed deeper. “That,” she said on another moan, as her eyes rolled closed. “Your cock is many, many fingers wide. And I want it all.”

Fucking inferno. That was what he was right now. She’d struck the match, and he burned. That was what turned him on the most. Her willingness to try made his blood shoot to scorching temperatures.

He coated his fingers in more of the lube and returned them to her rear, and this time, they slid in easily. His dick throbbed as she took him. Then his cock ached as she moaned, lifting her hips subtly and arching into him. She dipped her hand between her legs, playing with her clit.

Jesus Christ, she was a fucking dream.

She wasn’t kidding about wanting to try tonight. He’d never ventured this far, this deep inside her ass without fucking or licking her pussy at the same time, but she was taking care of that. He focused on her ass right now, making sure to get her ready and as comfortable as possible, pushing in and out with his fingers.

“That feel good, Julia?”

“So good, so good,” she moaned, her voice smoky, her expression clouded with lust. “I want you now.”

Gently, he removed his fingers, wiped them on the towel she’d left on the bed, then set to work coating his cock in the lube. She sat up and joined him, rubbing his shaft ’til he was a slippery motherfucker.

“How do you want me?” she asked.

“In every way.”

“I know. I mean right now. Which position?”

He laughed lightly and then gently pressed a palm to her belly, pushing her back down to the bed. “All you have to do is spread your legs for me. I’ll take care of the rest.”

And she did, her knees falling to the mattress, her legs wide open.

He kneeled between them, his chest upright. With his clean hand, he rubbed his thumb over the delicious rise of her clit, watching the expression on her face shift to total pleasure. Gripping his cock in his other hand, he rubbed the head against her wet pussy, then lower, ’til he hit the place he wanted to be.

She was virginal to him here.

Untouched. Though he harbored no virgin fantasies, he did have countless dirty dreams about fucking his wife’s ass. He was a dirty bastard after all, and a greedy one, and he wanted the one part of her he’d never had.

So as his thumb gently played with her clit, his dick pushed against her rear. She flinched but then nodded. Permission to enter. He eased inside. Just the tip.

“Oh,” she moaned, but her lips twisted.

“You okay?”

“Just different,” she said roughly. “Don’t stop.”

“You sure?”

She grabbed his arms. “Don’t you dare stop now.”

That was all he needed, and he pushed in more, letting her adjust inch by inch to his length. She writhed and shifted.

Then, she nearly grunted out a “holy fuck.”

“Good or bad?” he asked quickly.

“Just full,” she said, with gritted teeth. “Really full.”

He stilled in her, giving her all the time she needed as he stroked her clit, paying attention to the part that drove
her
pleasure, making sure her body was flooded with delicious sensations as well as the new and different ones.

At some point, her breathing evened out, her lips parted, and her hips rose up. Her body accepted him, and it was fucking incredible.

His eyes swung to the view in front of him—his cock fully nestled in her. He was inside her ass at last, and it felt primal. Tight, hot, and so fucking dirty.

His mind spun in a million lustful directions. He moved slowly, stroking in and out, one hand grasping her hip, the other zoned in on her clit. Her body gripped him, holding him tight, and he’d never felt anything so hot and dark before. It was tension, it was fire . . . it was a whole new realm of pleasure. And he could look at her gorgeous face, gaze into her eyes, feel her underneath him, moving and grinding into him.

“We good?”

“So good,” she moaned.

“I love it,” he growled as he pivoted his hips and drove into her. “You’re so fucking tight.”

She shot him a dirty grin. “And you love it.”

“So fucking much. Can’t get enough of you. Now I get to have all of you.”

“You have me, Clay. You have me,” she said, rocking her hips into him as he rubbed her clit.

Somehow, he’d always pictured putting her on all fours, taking her with that sort of roughness, but this was better. They had complete freedom with each other to explore all their desires, to say no to what they didn’t want, to say yes to what they did crave, and to do it without guilt, or hang-ups, or concerns. Just them, here in their home, testing their limits and expanding the boundaries of their physical love.

This was everything he’d hoped it would be.

It was hot, and dirty, and it was true. Sweat beaded on his chest, and his body burned with heat, with desire, and with this raging lust. The tightness was like a glove, and he knew his own release wasn’t far away.

“Come again, Julia. Come again beneath me.”

“I will, baby. I will,” she said as he stroked faster, his thumb flicking her clit in a frenzy. Her moans pitched higher, and at that moment, he thrust a finger inside her wetness. Her neck tensed, and her mouth fell open. Soon, she was writhing like a wild thing, coming undone on his hand, and he couldn’t hold back.

He fucked her through her orgasm as his own release surged down his spine, her sounds driving him on. Her body clamped down on him, hugging his dick until he unraveled, pleasure surging, spreading, lighting him up everywhere as he came hard in her, his entire body shuddering from the pure, electric intensity.

He was spent, exhausted, and lit up from fucking the love of his life in a whole new way.

A few minutes later, he ran a warm bath while he took her to the shower, cleaning her up and washing himself off her before he scooped her up and brought her to the tub, joining her. She snuggled against him as water sloshed around them.

“Does it hurt?”

“I’m not going to lie and say no.”

“So it hurts?” he asked, running his fingers over her shoulders.

“I’m sore, but it also felt incredible.”

He wrapped his arms around her wet body. “Thank you. I love my gift.”

“Had a feeling you would. But I hope you don’t mind that I’m not in the mood to go to a restaurant now and sit down on a hard, wooden chair.”

He cracked up. “You can curl up on the couch, and I’ll order us some food.”

And that was how they spent their anniversary—eating Thai food from the carton, watching
Ocean’s Eleven
on TV, and enjoying the aftereffects of some pretty fantastic sex.