Seduce Me All Over (Seduce #3) (2 page)

I had a restless night, but managed to get a few hours of sleep. When I woke I noticed that I had a text message from Brandon.

Brandon: Ashley, No words can express how sorry I am. Please give me a chance to explain...to make it up to you. Let's get away. We can go to the Hamptons like we planned. We can go anywhere you want. Just please call.

I was tempted to call. Then I thought better of it. I was afraid he would talk me into going away with him. I needed more time.

Chelsea knocked on my door.

“You up?” she called through the door.

“Come on in,” I answered.

I held up my phone.

“Text from Brandon,” I said.

“What did he say?” Chelsea asked.

I handed her my phone. She read his message.

“Tell him to go to Hell,” she said as she handed my phone back to me.

“Should I even respond?”

“No. You told him it was over. It's over. If I were you I'd delete him from my contacts and block his number.”

“I'm not sure...”

“I know you won't do that. I'm just saying what I would do. For now, at least, don't respond. Maybe he will get the hint.”

“Thanks for being here for me last night,” I said.

“No problem...Listen, I was thinking that you need a fun night out. No moping around allowed this weekend. And, before you say 'no', here me out.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Wes and I want to check out a new club. A group of our friends from school are going tonight. We want you to come with us.”

“I don't feel like going clubbing,” I answered.

“Come on, Ash. You need to get out of the apartment. Let loose. Have some fun,” Chelsea pleaded.

Chelsea always tried to take me out drinking and get me laid when I broke up with a boyfriend. I never gave in to having sex to try to forget about a break up or to “get even.” I wasn't convinced it was a solution to breaking up with Brandon either. On the other hand, I didn't want to spend the entire holiday weekend feeling sorry for myself.

“I can see your wheels spinning,” said Chelsea. “Does that mean you are re-considering?”

“I'll think about it. Talk to me later,” I said.

Chelsea worked on convincing me all day. I relented and agreed to go for a couple of drinks. I made no promises beyond that. Chelsea took the small victory.

“Wear something sexy,” Chelsea said as she headed to her room to get ready.

“What if I don't feel like being sexy?”

“That is the whole reason for the sexy outfit. To make you feel sexy,” she called back to me.

Thanks to my salary and expense account, I had a closet full of nice outfits. Everything from casual to professional. From cute dresses to drop-dead gorgeous gowns. I had no excuse. Chelsea wasn't going to let me off the hook.

I decided on a teal bloused chiffon bodice. It had a scoop neckline with long sleeves and elasticized wrist cuffs. I paired it with a short Aztec sequin skirt. It was sexy.
In for a penny, in for a pound
, I thought.

For the past three months I had dressed sexy for Brandon. My mind wandered. The original plan was to attend a dinner party in the Hamptons. Later Brandon and I would have gone to his beachfront home and had incredible sex.

Incredible for me. Maybe it stopped being incredible for him. At least not incredible enough. He needed to satisfy his urges with other women. Maybe one woman would never be enough for him.

I had avoided crying all day. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. I sat on my bed and sobbed, soaking up handfuls of tissue from the bathroom in minutes.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Chelsea said bursting into my bedroom. “None of that tonight.”

She sat next to me and put her arm around my shoulders. She pulled me toward her and patted my arm.

“Ash, I know it still hurts. It will for a while. But it will hurt less each day.”

I wiped my eyes and blew my nose.

“I know,” I said. “I just had a moment, that's all.”

“You're allowed. But we are going to have a great time tonight. Help you forget a bit. Your outfit is a good start. I think it screams 'hot sex'.”

“Not sure that is what I'm looking for tonight.”

“Sweetie, you won't have to look. I think it is going to find you. Just be ready to take it.”

“We'll see,” I said as I headed into the bathroom to freshen up.

Wes arrived a few minutes later and we left for the club. Wes must have been good luck as we hailed a cab right away. He gave the driver the address and we settled in for Saturday evening traffic.

“I'm glad that you decided to join us,” Wes said to me.

“Thanks. Although, I'm not sure I had much of a choice. Your date is pretty tenacious.”

“You should see her in mock trial class. She's like a pit bull,” Wes said as he patted Chelsea on the knee.

“Doesn't surprise me in the least,” I said.

“Okay. Enough talking about me,” Chelsea said.

Wes seemed like a nice guy. It was easy to see why Chelsea liked him. He was good looking, smart, and easy-going. I was betting that he was a good match for her.

When we arrived at the club, there was a long line out the door.

“Do you think we'll get in?” I asked.

“Yep. We are on the VIP list,” answered Chelsea.

“How did we manage that?” I said.

“My roommate is a bartender at the club. He scored us the VIP access,” said Wes.

“Cute and connected,” said Chelsea as she hugged his arm.

Wes gave our names to the large man at the door. He checked his clipboard and then lifted the velvet rope. We walked past and into the club.

Dance music thumped through the speakers. The dance floor was crowded as bodies moved to the beat. The bar and tables were filled with people enjoying their drinks. Loud conversation filled the air not occupied by the music.

Wes led us to the bar and introduced us to his friend. We thanked him for the VIP passes and ordered our first round of drinks. Chelsea and I started with appletinis. Wes ordered a beer.

“There they are,” said Wes as he nodded toward a group of people sitting at a table near the back. One of the girls was motioning for us to come over. We made our way through the crowd to the back table.

The table was tucked away in a corner. It acted as a buffer from the music and voices of the rest of the club. It made conversation at a more normal tone possible.

Wes and Chelsea introduced me to their law school friends. I learned that one of the guys, Rick, was from Austin and had attended the University of Texas. I told him that I knew several high school classmates who had attended UT. He remarked that his best friend from UT was visiting New York for the weekend. He would be back in a moment from getting a drink.

“Ashley. Ashley Sullivan.” I heard a familiar voice behind me.

I turned and saw Jeremy Wagner. A guy that I briefly dated in high school. There are over 8 million people living in New York City, plus visitors. I figured that the odds were pretty low, nearly non-existent, that I would randomly bump into someone I knew from high school back in Texas.

“You two know each other?” asked Rick.

“Yes. We went to high school together,” said Jeremy.

“We actually dated for a while,” I added. I'm not sure why I volunteered that piece of information.

“Wow. Small world,” commented Rick.

“So, you are Rick's friend from the University of Texas,” I said to Jeremy.

“Yep. I'm visiting for the long weekend.”

“My parents had mentioned that you moved to Manhattan,” Jeremy told me. “I never thought I would bump into you in a club.”

I can't say that I was disappointed at the chance meeting. I had always been fond of Jeremy. A nice guy and very cute. I remember him being a good kisser.

“Yes. I'm the new Director of Digital and Social Media at Jacqueline magazine.”

“Sounds fancy. Good for you. I always knew you would end up with a great job.”

“Thanks. What are you doing?” I asked Jeremy with genuine interest.

“I just moved to Los Angeles. I'm in the marketing department at Pacific Coast Pictures.”

“Wow. The movie studio? That must be exciting.”

“Well, it's not like I'm meeting movie stars or anything like that. But I love what I do. It is fun promoting the movies.”

Jeremy and I ordered more drinks and got caught up. I introduced him to Chelsea and Wes. I hated to admit it, but I was having a nice time. The appletinis helped.

I'm a pretty much a lightweight. With a few drinks in my system I was feeling loose. Probably too loose.

“Ooh, I love this song!” Chelsea screamed as she jumped out of her seat. “Ashley, come with,” she said as she grabbed my hand.

Chelsea was already wiggling her hips to the music by the time we reached the dance floor. We went out dancing a lot during college. I easily fell into rhythm.

“Let's get their attention” Chelsea said nodding toward Wes and Jeremy. Before I had a chance to say anything, Chelsea moved closer to me. Something took me over as our bodies writhed in sync. We suggestively moved our hands near one another's bodies. I was getting more into the dance and our moves became erotic and enchanting.

Others on the dance floor were beginning to notice us and watched with interest. Soon Wes was by Chelsea's side and he began to move to her siren’s dance. I felt someone brush up against my side. I turned my head without breaking from my dance.

“May I join you?” Asked Jeremy, nearly panting with excitement.

“Only if you pick your tongue up off the floor,” I said as I ran my hand across his cheek. I wasn't sure what was happening. The atmosphere in the club, the alcohol, the fact that I had liked Jeremy in high school, it all converged into a perfect storm. I was lost in the moment and letting go.

Jeremy moved in closer and placed his hands on my wiggling hips. His hands were strong. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him toward me. There was little space between us as our bodies bumped and grinded to the beat.

Jeremy slid his hands onto my ass. He paused for a second to see my reaction. I didn't protest. It felt good to have a man's hands on my ass.

I began to sway more seductively. I reached up and put my hands on Jeremy's face. I pulled him toward me and kissed him on the lips. I remembered correctly, he was a good kisser.

Brandon flashed into my mind. I pulled away from Jeremy. He looked both surprised and disappointed.

“I'm sorry,” I said.

“Is something wrong?” Jeremy asked.

“No. Yes. No . . . I don't know,” I stammered.

“Give us a sec,” said Chelsea to Jeremy as she pulled me aside.

“Ash, what is wrong with you? You were having a good time. Don't over think this.”

“I was. But...but, then I thought of Brandon. Chels, maybe I'm just not ready.” I said.

“Fuck Brandon. He was dipping his wick behind your back! You don't owe him shit!”

Chelsea paused for a moment to let what she said sink in. Not that I needed a reminder. Or maybe I did. Maybe I needed to be reminded that I did nothing wrong and was free to do as I pleased without guilt.

“Let me ask you this. . .do you like Jeremy?” asked Chelsea.

“I did. In high school. I told you we dated.”

“Not what I meant. Do you like him enough to enjoy the evening with him? Ash, getting laid tonight wouldn't be a bad thing for you. Far from it.”

I thought for a moment. My head was swirling from the appletinis and dancing. I was also conflicted. My head was telling me to slow down, but my body was saying something entirely different. I decided to let my body win.

“Fuck it,” I proclaimed.

I walked over to Jeremy.

“I just broke up with my boyfriend. You live in LA and I live here. I'm not looking for anything other than tonight. If you're okay with that, I want to take you home and fuck your brains out.”

Jeremy looked stunned. He managed to nod his head.

“Good enough for me,” I said. I took his hand and led him out of the club.

It was like I was possessed. I made out with Jeremy for most of the cab ride home. I felt like a high school junior all over again. I'm sure the cab driver had seen it all before, but I was still a little embarrassed.

Jeremy was over his initial shock and I let him grope me in the elevator. We were pawing at each other at my front door as I searched for my keys. We were like two horny teenagers going at it. Maybe that was part of the appeal, living out what we hadn't done in high school.

I managed to fish my keys out of my purse and unlock the front door as Jeremy ravaged my mouth and squeezed my breasts. He wasn't subtle. He probably figured he was making up for lost time. Getting his chance with the high school chick he wanted to bang, but didn't.

As the door opened we stumbled into my apartment. I was getting more into the flow with Jeremy. Maybe I had some repressed desire from high school too. Maybe part of me was thinking I was getting back at Brandon.

Honestly, I didn't care what the motivation was. I realized how horny I was. Brandon had awoken sexual desire within me. Sexual desire for him, to be sure, but also a raw, almost animalistic need for sex.

“I want to fuck you, Ashley. I wanted to be the guy that popped your cherry in high school.”

“Yeah. Sorry about that, I guess.”

“You can make it up to me tonight.”

I wasn't ready for sex in high school. If I had been, I could have seen myself losing my virginity to Jeremy. Tonight, we were two adults hooking up for guiltless sex.

I had never done a one night stand before. So I was hoping that Chelsea was right. I was hoping that getting laid would do me good. I knew I could still back out, but I didn't want to.

“Ashley, you are so fucking hot. Hotter than in high school.”

It came out awkward, but I believed Jeremy meant it as a compliment.

“Do you always talk dirty when you are about to have sex?” I asked him.

“Does it offend you?”

“No. I just don't remember you that way,” I said.

“We never had sex before. Ashley, I just really want you. I really need you.”

I pulled back and looked at him. It wasn't what he said. It was the way he said it.

“Jeremy, this is just about tonight. Remember? A one night stand.”

“Yeah, I know. Sorry. I guess I just got caught up in stuff.”

“Stuff?”

“Yeah. Thinking about when we dated in high school. When we made out back then it got me so horny.”

“It kinda turned me on to,” I said giving him a faint smile.

“I doubt like it did me. If I tell you something, you promise not to get weird-ed out or judge me?”

“I suppose,” I said. I could have been more confident in my response. Jeremy looked concerned. I quickly corrected my statement. “I mean, yes. Of course you can tell me. I promise I won't get weird-ed out or judge you.”

Jeremy looked relieved. Then he looked a bit nervous. Jeremy looked toward the floor. It reminded me of how he asked me out on our first date.

“After our dates,” he began, “I would go home and jerk off. I fantasized that we were having sex while I did it.”

“Jeremy, I don't think that was so strange. Especially for a teenage guy. I'm flattered to know that I turned you on like that.”

I wish now that I hadn't said anything. Not because of what Jeremy told me, but because I had ruined the mood. An assertive and dirty-talking Jeremy was a turn on. It was helping me get past my apprehension about having sex with him.

I decided that I needed the sex. I needed for it to happen. I was going to seize control of the moment and get us back on track.

“Did you ever think about me after we stopped dating?”

“Sure. I mean until I had other girlfriends.”

Oh, crap! I didn't even think about that!
What if he has a girlfriend. No. Jeremy wouldn't cheat. Well, high school Jeremy wouldn't have cheated. I didn't know about adult Jeremy.
Shit! I have to ask.

“Jeremy. I assume you would have said something already, but . . .”

“No. I don't have a girlfriend. I'm single,” he said.

“Good. That would have been a deal breaker. My ex cheated. I could never be the 'other woman'.”

“I understand. I haven't changed all that much since high school. I would never cheat on someone. I also wouldn't be the guy someone was cheating with. Not knowingly, anyway.”

That was all good to know. We were, however, off track again.
Damn!
It was like I was bound and determined to kill the mood for sex.

Come on! Jeremy is really cute. He is still a great kisser. You're horny as hell. Get on with it, already!

“Ashley, if you are having second thoughts about tonight . . .”

“No! No, I'm not. I did at first, but not now.”

“You sure? I don't want to do anything you aren't comfortable with.”

“It's not that,” I said. “I only broke up with my ex-boyfriend last night. It's still raw. I was honest when I told you what tonight would be. I'm not used to that. Maybe I'm sub-consciously trying to avoid it.”

“Ashley, don't. I told you that I get what tonight is. I'm okay with it.”

“You're positive?”

“Yes. Oh my gosh, are you kidding me?” Jeremy said almost beside himself. “You are so incredibly hot. I thought about seeing you naked a million times. I thought about touching you without any clothes on. If you remember, all I ever got was to cop a feel over your sweater.”

“Yes. I remember. I guess I'm more liberated now.”

“Good. Then be liberated with me. Go wild with me. Enjoy tonight for what it is. It's sex, Ashley. It can be fun for both of us.”

Jeremy was right. Chelsea was right: “...
Ash, getting laid tonight wouldn't be a bad thing for you. Far from it.”

I moved toward Jeremy and kissed him. A deep and long kiss. No thought. No emotion. Just a raw, physical kiss. A seductive kiss that had its intended affect.

I felt something poke me. I looked down at Jeremy's tented pants. I took him by the hand and led him down the hall to my bedroom.

I pushed Jeremy through the open doorway. I was getting back into the mood. I didn't want to derail our sex train again. In fact, I wanted to go express into the station.

“Do you have something for me?” I said as I looked down at Jeremy's erection in his pants.

“If you really want it,” he said.

“Oh, I want it. I want it inside me. I want you to drill me with it.” And I did. I was horny as hell and I wanted Jeremy to fuck me.

“Yes, Ashley. I am going to fuck you hard, baby.”

Okay. We were back on track.
All aboard!

I untied the blouse strap from around my neck. I pulled the blouse off over my head and dropped it to the floor. Jeremy licked his lips when he saw me in my bra. He pulled his shirt off and dropped it on top of my blouse.

Jeremy was slender, but not without decent muscle tone. I ran my hand along his chest and down to his waist. I stopped at his belt and undid the buckle. Jeremy unzipped his pants and let them fall to a pile at his feet. He wore boxer briefs and they fought to contain his excitement.

I had never thought about Jeremy naked before. But I was thinking about it now. His legs were toned and athletic.

I unclasped my bra and let it drop to the floor. My breasts were milky soft and begging to be caressed. I reached for the zipper on the side of my skirt and drew it down. I shimmied out of my skirt as it fell to my feet. I looped my fingers into my panties and pulled them down.

As my clothes lay in pile on the floor I was completely exposed to Jeremy. His eyes darted all over. He was taking in every inch of my body. He was absorbed in my nakedness.

“Ashley, you are spectacular. Better than I even imagined,” he said.

He reached down and pulled his underwear all the way down to the floor. While few men were hung like Brandon Mitchell, Jeremy's cock was still impressive. And it was hard. I was confident it would feel good inside of me.

Jeremy stepped toward me and dipped his head to my chest. He teased my swollen buds with his clenched teeth. It was what I needed. I let out a moan.

He moved me toward the bed and I dropped onto my back. Jeremy moved over me and ravaged my mouth with his. He probed for my tongue. We did a lot of French kissing when we dated. He hadn't lost his skill at that.

“I want to make you wet, baby,” he purred to me. “I want to pleasure your pussy and make you come.”

“Oh, please, yes. Make me come.” I begged.

Jeremy moved his hand across my thigh and slid his digit over my slit. He moved inside my fold and rubbed my clit. I grabbed his cock and began to stroke it. Jeremy let out a guttural moan as I worked my hand along his shaft.

The heat between my legs was moist with arousal. Jeremy's cock pulsed in my hand. He removed his fingers and pulled away. I let go of his manhood.

He bent over and pulled a condom out of his pants pocket. He ripped open the foil package and unrolled the rubbery material. I watched as he rolled the condom on over the crown and down his shaft. I was wet with desire. I wanted him to fuck me.

I was surprised as Jeremy took me by the waist and flipped me onto my stomach. He had me get onto my knees and bend forward with my ass in the air. He stood at the side of the bed and pushed his cock deep into my pussy. He grabbed my outer thighs, holding me in place as he began to pump hard.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” Jeremy shouted as he drove down into me and pumped harder.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I called out rapidly.

Jeremy thrust hard and fast. His balls smacked with each forceful ram.

“Your pussy is so sweet. I could fuck you all night,” he said with lust and force.

I was burying my face against my mattress but it barely muted my screams of physical pleasure.

“Oh yes, yes, yes...fuck me harder. Bury your cock in me!”

Jeremy grunted primal, guttural moans as he thrust. His pelvis was on cruise control. His cock was all the way inside of me and pressing in hard. With each push I edged closer to climax. Jeremy let out a loud moan as he came and I screamed as I went over the edge.

It was at that very moment that it happened. “Oh, yes, yes, oh,
Brandon
, yes!” I screamed as I came.
Maybe he didn't notice
.

Jeremy withdrew and stood over me breathing hard. I flipped over and sat up. He had a look of satisfied conquest on his face. He also looked a little puzzled.

“Brandon your ex?' was all he said. No emotion. Just a question.

“Yes . . . I am so sorry, Jeremy. The sex was fine. It wasn't . . .”

Jeremy held up his hand. “It's okay. Tonight was just sex. I got what I wanted. I fucked you, and you enjoyed it. Who you pictured at the end of the cock doesn't matter. It was just sex.”

He took off his condom and threw it in the trash. He put on his underwear and gathered his shirt and pants. I couldn’t lie to Jeremy. I had been thinking about Brandon. It happened.

That didn't mean that my intentions were to have that fantasy. I did, in fact, intend to be fully present to having sex with Jeremy. He needed to know that. I somehow had to make this better.

“Jeremy, please,” I said as I stood up. “Look, I know what I said earlier. Yes, it was about one night of sex. But it was sex I chose to have with you. I brought you home. I kissed you,
Jeremy
. I let
you
fuck me.”

“Ashley, it's okay. You're not the first woman to ever call out a former lover's name during sex. It happens. It had never happened to me, but I guess there is a first for everything.”

I strode over and wrapped my arms around his neck. He seemed tense. I kissed him. His neck muscles loosened. I pulled back and looked at him.

“I am sorry,” I said.

Jeremy nodded and grinned. “Thanks. At least I fulfilled a high school fantasy. I've had sex with Ashley Sullivan,” he said.

“Well, . . . how would you like to fulfill that fantasy one more time,
Jeremy
?” I said.

I figured that I owed him another round. I reached down and rubbed the front of his boxer-briefs. He dropped his clothes on the floor and we got into bed. The second time I made certain to call out his name. But
Brandon
wasn't far from the tip of my tongue.