Invitation to Seduction: Open Invitation, Book 1 (8 page)

“I need you so damn badly,” he whispered against her lips.

“Will you let me swallow?”

“
Let
you?” He laughed, choking it off when she cupped him through his jeans. She reveled in his throaty growl.

“You don’t have to ask. I’m already begging.” He put his hand over hers, using her palm to stroke the hard ridge.

She pulled at his belt buckle. He helped her loosen it. The rasp of his zipper filled the night. He sucked in a breath as she reached inside his briefs. Warm, velvety smooth. And hard. For her.

“Tell me what you want.” She needed his command, needed to fulfill his desires exactly as he described them.

“Reach down and squeeze my balls.”

They were hard and tight. She rubbed, molded. He put his head back and drew in a deep breath.

“Make a fist around my cock and stroke me.”

She wrapped him in her hand and worked to his tip. Back down, then up once more. With her thumb, she smeared a drop of pre-come over his crown, delving into the small slit.

He stretched, then arched into her, raking his fingers through his hair. “Suck me. I want your mouth on me. Jesus H. Christ, I need it now.”

She licked his neck as she pushed at the waistband of his jeans, sliding them over his hips. She dropped to her knees. Cold concrete and gravel bit into her flesh. She didn’t care. He had the most beautiful cock she’d ever seen, not huge, but perfect. Another droplet of come glistened. Holding him with one hand, the other on his thigh, she licked the tiny jewel.

“You’re gorgeous.” He tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling the locks aside so that he could watch her.

“Blow me, baby,” he whispered, as if it were a sweet nothing.

To her, it was. She slid her tongue along his slit, then blew on the light film of moisture. “Is that what you want?”

He hissed through his teeth. “I want you to suck me. Fuck me with your mouth.”

She looked up and smiled. “All right.”

She took him until her lips kissed her own hand fisted around him.

“Christ.” His body heaved, his cock pushing her limits.

She sucked hard, drawing another bead of come. Salty, hot, all male, the taste of him spiraled her own desire higher. She worked the tip with her lips. Then taking him fully, she stroked him with her tongue and mouth. With a feral groan, he twisted his fingers in her hair and rocked his hips. Removing the hand she’d kept at his base, she grabbed his thigh, squeezing.

Then she took him deep, to the back of her throat.

“Jesus, you make me crazy.” He held her head in his hands and fucked her mouth, his muscles bunching beneath her touch.

She’d never felt so needed. She’d never wanted a man’s come so much. He pulsed in her mouth, his breath a harsh pant. With a gut-deep cry, he filled her, his semen pumping down her throat. She swallowed every burst, savoring it, working him for more. When his orgasm subsided, she didn’t let him go. He was still hard, still delicious. She stroked him lovingly with her tongue.

“I died and went to heaven, right?” His fingers running through her hair, massaging her head, he held her close. “That was so fucking incredible.”

She ran her tongue from base to tip, then let him fall from her lips. She tipped back to meet his gaze. “You taste good.”

He rubbed his thumb across her lips. “Let me taste, too.”

“You want to kiss me?” Her heart tattooed in her chest. Even way back when, that had been taboo with her husband.

“What you just did was so damn beautiful, I wanna share.”

Tugging his jeans up with one hand, he pulled her to her feet with the other, then held her arm as her legs wobbled. She brushed the dirt from her knees.

“Don’t you want to kiss me?” He held her still, only inches away, his gaze roaming her face.

“More than anything.” She licked the seam of his lips and knew he could taste himself even with that small swipe.

“I want,” he whispered, “more.” He ran a hand up her arm, then cupped her nape. The glitter in his eyes was need.

She knew the feeling so well, the pulse-pounding, gut-wrenching need to touch and be touched, to have and to hold, to share every facet of lovemaking, the very essence and flavor of it. “I think I’ll die if I don’t have more of you.”

His groan vibrated up from deep inside as he took her mouth. With lips, tongue, teeth, he tasted and claimed her depths.

Finally, his breath harsh, he gathered her to him, leaned back against the car, and held on tight. Hard again, his cock nudged her stomach through the opening of his jeans. “You don’t know how good that is, watching you take me with your mouth, then tasting what you tasted.”

“Was that making love, Stephen?”

“God, yes. Can’t you tell?”

She stuck her hands up the back of his shirt. “I thought...” She held her breath, squeezed her eyes shut. “I thought maybe it was just fucking.”

He rocked her. “Call it whatever you want. Fucking, screwing, making love. The name doesn’t matter. It’s the feeling inside that defines it.”

The feeling had been beautiful: passion and heat, seduction and desire. She hadn’t had that in so long. “I want you inside me, Stephen.”

His arms tightened, and he lifted her off the ground for a moment. Setting her down again, he exhaled, a long pent-up sigh. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

A day, a week, two weeks? It seemed like a lifetime to her, too. “Now. In the backseat.”

* * * * *

Stephen pulled back, held her head in his hands, and rubbed the tip of Debbie’s nose with his. “No. I want you out there by the lake. In the moonlight.”

He wouldn’t let her climb into the backseat. Debbie wasn’t a backseat kind of woman. He wanted her by the water’s edge, under the stars, with the scent of freshly cut grass around them.

He’d beg her to say his name over and over. He wasn’t an email address. Or someone who believed in her work. He was the man she chose as her lover, even if she didn’t know it.

His belt still unbuckled and his pants unzipped, warm air stroked the tip of his cock. He took her hand, walking slowly, wary of her heels sinking into the earth.

“What if someone sees us?”

She’d given him one hell of a blow job against the side of the car. Someone could have seen that, too. Yet he knew what she meant. She hadn’t been the one exposed. “Don’t worry. I come here by myself a lot late at night. No one’s ever around.”

“Why do you come here alone?”

To think. About her. About what he wanted in his life. And what he could actually have. “Just thinking.”

They stopped a few feet from the water, where the grass would be dry except for the dew. She stared at the opposite shore, and he was almost sure she was debating whether to ask more questions.

In the end, she didn’t ask anything. He ached with her choice, though at least he wouldn’t have to lie. He sat, pulled her down, then flopped onto his back to gaze at the stars.

She curled her body into his. “What do you see up there?”

Her. In his bed. At his kitchen table. In the morning light. “Stars. I see millions of stars.”

“Make me see stars, Stephen.”

When she said his name, he’d do anything for her. “Get on top of me.”

She straddled his hips, her movement tugging at his open zipper. Settling her skirt around her, she slid her hands up his chest, leaning down to rub her breasts against him. The tip of his cock touched her warm, wet pussy.

“You feel so good,” he whispered. So fucking good that his body ached. He’d never had this before in his life.

She moved her hips a fraction, teasing him, bathing him with her juices. “You feel good, too.”

“Undo your blouse for me.”

She sat up, adjusted. He slipped deeper between her folds, nudging her clit. She sucked in a breath, gathered her hair in her hands, and did a slow, sinuous stretch. His cock pulsed as she moaned softly.

Her nipples peaked against the sheer material. With a sultry look, she loosened the button at her cleavage. Then the next. Then all of them until a strip of flesh showed from throat to abdomen. He tugged on the bottom, pulling the opening apart. The edges clung to her nipples a moment, then slid free.

“Your breasts are so beautiful.” Small, yet perfectly shaped, perfectly pert.

“Do you want me to touch them, Stephen?”

He almost grabbed her hips to shove himself inside her. Despite the orgasm he’d had in her mouth, he was sure he’d come the next time she said his name. “Please.”

“So polite.” She cupped her breasts, held them out to him.

This was the way he wanted her, sure of herself, her beauty, her passion, his attraction. “I’ll probably come before I ever get inside you, but I want to see you play with your nipples.”

She smiled, a seductive, knowing smile.

He never wanted her to lose that sense of power. “Please, baby, do it, you’re driving me crazy.”

Licking first one index finger, then the other, she dropped her hands back to her breasts and circled each nipple. Tipping her head back, she rubbed with her palms.

“Does it feel good?”

She bit her lip, moaned, then said, “Yes, Stephen. When I close my eyes, it’s as if you’re doing it.”

His cock felt like solid steel. He wanted to bring her pleasure so badly that his whole body ached with the need. Waiting another moment to have her would be the death of him.

He reached up to cover her hands. “Let me inside you.”

She took a shaky breath. “Yes.”

God, say my name again.
“I’ve got a condom in my front pocket. Take it out.”

She rose up on her knees, her skirt falling over him, but he missed the sweet, warm contact. Moving back, she fished out the condom packet and handed it to him. “Here. You put it on.”

A flush blossomed on her cheeks. Christ, she was freaking embarrassed. She pulled off to kneel beside him as he struggled to get his pants over his hips, then tore open the wrapping.

The job done, he took her hand and wrapped her fingers around his cock. “Feel how much I want you.”

She squeezed but didn’t stroke him the way he wanted. Maybe she was afraid of dislodging the condom.

“Come here.” He pulled her down for a kiss, stealing inside for a touch of her tongue. “You taste so damn sweet.”

She trailed a finger down his cheek, then kissed him with a light caress. “You don’t have to keep complimenting me. I’m going to fuck you anyway.”

Something inside him went numb. Pain sat on the back of his eyeballs. He put his forehead to hers. “Then please fuck me, because I can’t stand this anymore.”

Couldn’t stand the doubts that slipped in so easily with one wrong word between them.

Putting her arms around him, she pulled him over her. “I want to feel you on top of me. I haven’t felt a man’s weight in more years than I can count.”

He moved between her legs, bracing himself on one elbow as he slid a hand beneath her skirt and found her warmth.

“Get inside me. Then I want you on me, all of you. Don’t hold anything back.”

He wasn’t gentle or tender. He wasn’t the way he wanted to be, but he gave her what she asked for. She was wet, and when he plunged deep, her body took him more easily than the first time. Pulling her legs to his hips, she locked her feet behind him.

“Now, Stephen. All your weight. Please.”

God, finally. What’s in a name, just a name? It meant everything. He settled on her, forcing the air from her lungs. Her breath ruffled his hair like a sigh. “Is that the way?”

“Yes.” She closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him. “That...feels...so...good.”

He couldn’t stay like that for long. Even now, her chest heaving against him, she struggled for breath. He could give her a moment more. A moment more to enjoy the rapture on her face.

Then he put a forearm on the grass, reached down to grab her butt, and went as deep as he could. Talk about bliss. So tight, she felt like a warm hand milking him. She lifted her hips, angling higher for his next thrust.

Stroking himself with her body, he tipped her face in his hand. “Look at me. I want you to see me.”

She opened her eyes, giving him what he wanted. The window into her soul. He found a rhythm, not so fast that he came too quickly but enough to start her on that sweet climb to oblivion. She bit her bottom lip. A soft moan slipped from her.

“Look at me when you come. Don’t close your eyes.”

“I won’t.” She took a breath. “I promise.” Wriggling beneath him, she clutched his ass, trying to force him to a faster pace. Instead, he circled his hips, rubbing her clitoris with his body as his cock hit high and deep.

She started to pant. “Oh God, Stephen. I’ve never come like this. Not this way. With someone inside me.” She tossed her head. “Oh God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

He held her, forcing her to look at him. “I won’t ever stop, I swear.” Never stop wanting her, never stop loving her.

With a strong, steady pump, he stoked her fire. Her hands roamed from his hair to his arms to his back. He wanted her crazy. He wanted her to remember how he felt inside her, to dream about him at night. A moan welled up from deep inside her. Her pussy pulsated around him. She bit her lip, then opened her mouth on a long, low cry.

She never broke eye contact.

When she cried out his name, he came in a long, blinding, star-studded release.

Chapter Seven

It was four o’clock in the morning. Her clothes were grass-stained, her heels covered with dirt, and she smelled like come. But she wouldn’t wash off Stephen’s scent. Instead, she threw everything into the back of the closet and crawled into bed.

“You’re pretty late,” her husband murmured.

“I was a little drunk. The girls and I stopped at a coffee shop until I felt like I could drive.”

“You should have called. I was worried.”

“I’m sorry.” She should have felt something. Shame. Guilt. Fear.

“Well, goodnight.”

“Yeah. Goodnight.”

The only indication that anything bothered him was the length of time before he started snoring. She clocked it at fifteen minutes. He usually fell asleep right away.