The Invitation

(The Invitation Series prequel)

by Roxy Sloane

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Copyright 2014 Roxy Sloane

TABLE OF CONTENTS

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

Most men don’t realize, it takes more than a big dick and a hard, deep fuck to make a woman come. She climaxes with her mind as much as her body.

Us guys, we’re easy. It doesn’t matter if it’s a gripped hand, or a wet, empty mouth, or the tight slide of a damp and eager pussy. Give us friction and speed and you’ll get us there, every time.

But a woman’s orgasm is an art. It takes finesse. And I’m the world-class master of making women come.

How many times have you been there, so close to the edge, unable to let go and surrender to the pleasure? How many nights did you wish you could shut your brain off and lose yourself in the slide of damp skin and the demands of his hard, thrusting cock?

The secret is, you shouldn’t have to shut it off. Your imagination is the most powerful erogenous zone of all. More sensitive than those tight, aching nipples. More pleasurable than those rhythmic strokes, slow against your throbbing clit.

Fantasy. Seduction. Your deepest, darkest desires.

It’s all locked away, waiting to be awoken. To be teased into life, made real with hard flesh and pounding blood and whispered, filthy words that make your thighs clench and your stomach twist and your slick, needy cunt ache to be filled.

What would you do if nobody was watching? How would you want it if you could have any fantasy fulfilled?

I promise you now, I’ll take you there.

I’ll find your secret pleasure. I’ll bring those wicked dreams to life. And when you’re begging for me, your body aching with desire, so close to the edge you can’t speak, or think, or even breathe because you need my cock pounding deep inside you so bad...

Then you’ll understand what it really means to come undone. Body and mind.

The most exhilarating, sensual ride of your life.

Are you ready to play?

ONE

JUSTINE

It’s the last night of law school and I know one thing for sure: I’m not leaving until I’ve seduced Ashton Pierce.

I sneak a look across the table at him. There’s a whole group of us out to dinner to celebrate: future lawyers like me, and a bunch of guys from his MBA program too, but as usual, he’s the only one I notice.

Damn, he’s sexy.

It’s no secret that Ash is the hottest guy on campus. He sets hearts fluttering and panties dropping with just a look of those intense blue eyes -- and the rest of him is just as devastating. Dark hair. Square-cut chiseled jaw. A lean, muscular body that looks just as good in his wardrobe of crisp shirts and dark denim as it does out of them.

And did I mention he’s British too? I swear, I could come just from listening to him talk, and I’m not the only one. His reputation is legendary, he’s scored with almost every girl on campus, and they all promise he’s the best lay they’ve ever had. In fact, there’s only one person with a reputation that even comes close.

Me.

It’s why we’re such good friends. He loves how I give as good as I get. No bullshit, just real talk. The first night we met at a local bar, we were both with other dates, but by the end of the night, it was just the two of us in the corner booth, trading war-stories and drinking each other under the table until the bartender threw us out.

We made a pact then and there that we’d just be friends, no awkward fling to screw things up. It made sense at the time. I was too focused on kicking ass in law school to deal with a relationship, and he was relishing his freedom away from all his responsibilities back home in England. Casual hook-ups are a dime a dozen in law school, but a real friend? That was something worth holding on to.

And I have done, for two whole years. Now Ash is pretty much the closest person in my life -- and I’m going out of my mind with wanting him.

“I think I’m going to call it a night.” Scott, the guy sitting beside me gets to his feet. “I’ve got an early interview in the morning.”

“Come on!” I exclaim. “Live a little.”

“It’s a jungle out there,” he shakes his head. “Eager new associates are everything. That shiny new law degree won’t mean a thing if we can’t find a job.”

“Or pass the bar exam.” Another classmate sighs, looking stressed.

“C’mon,” I cheer, trying to rouse them. “The real world can wait. Tonight, we celebrate making it through the toughest, most sleep-deprived, hardcore three years of our lives!”

The others cheer and toast, and I feel a surge of pride. I still can’t believe I’ve made it this far. I busted my ass in high-school, worked nights and weekends to get myself through college, and now I’m about to graduate from one of the best law schools in the country.

Not bad for a kid from Chino.

Scott lingers, leaning down to whisper. “You want to walk me back?” he asks.

“I thought you had an early start,” I tease.

He grins. “Not too early. What do you say?”

His hand caresses my shoulder. I pause. We’ve hooked up a couple of times this year, and it’s been fun, but tonight, there’s only one guy I’m thinking about.

The one I’m always thinking about, even when I won’t admit it to myself.

“I think I’m going to stay out, get a couple more drinks,” I tell him. “Good luck.”

Scott grins, “You too.”

He saunters off -- and gets intercepted by a girl from our Con Law class by the door. Yeah, Scott won’t be crying into his pillow tonight. At least, not unless that girl is way kinkier than she seems.

I turn back to the table. It’s late, and there’s only a small group of us left in the pizza place. Ash catches my eye. He raises his eyebrow, nodding to Scott.

I shrug, and give him a mysterious smile. I take another sip of beer, looking casual, but inside, my heart is racing.

Shit, I’m really going to do this.

I’ve been planning it in the back of my mind all week, ever since it finally hit me that tonight’s my last chance with him. Come tomorrow, Ash will be heading back to England for the summer, and I’ll be working 24/7 trying to prove myself at the new firm. No more late-night study sessions in the library, or early-morning greasy pancakes at the diner down the street.

No more us.

All the reasons against making a move have suddenly disappeared into thin air, and there’s no ignoring it anymore.

I want him so much I could scream.

I look back. Ash gives me one of those panty-melting grins, and I feel a shot of lust go straight between my thighs. I shift in my seat, already damp through my good-luck black lace panties.

He doesn’t know what I’ve got planned for him yet.

There’s a beat, then Ash gets up and comes to slide into the seat right beside me. “You know, JJ, there’s a 1996 cabernet still on the table,” he points out, greeting me with the nickname only he uses.

“I’ll take my Bud, thanks.”

“Philistine,” he teases, his blue eyes flashing.

“Rich snob,” I shoot back with a grin. This is our thing. He’s been trying to school me in fancy wines since the night we first met, but I’m happy with beer or whiskey. I decided a long time ago I wasn’t going to waste time pretending to be someone I’m not.

“So how does it feel, Miss Future Big-Shot Lawyer?” Ash asks, lounging back in his seat.

“Fucking fantastic,” I grin. “My mom is so proud, she managed to get time off work to come up for graduation.”

“That’s great.” Ash replies. “My dad just left me a voicemail. ‘I hope now that your foolish vacation is over, you’ll be returning to take care of your duties,’” he mimics in an upper-crust tone.

I give his arm a sympathetic squeeze -- and try not to get distracted by the feel of his bicep. “Like an MBA is a vacation,” I snort.

“To my family, it’s like I ran off to join the circus.” Ash sighs, looking downcast.

He comes from a rich, aristocratic family in England, the kind that has estates and companies and is in line to inherit the throne. If a freak accident wipes out half the royal family, that is. Other guys would be lording it up around campus with a background like that, but Ash keeps it under wraps. He’s under a ton of pressure to follow in his father’s footsteps, when really he wants to strike out on his own.

I grew up in a two-room apartment above a Chinese takeout place, not a castle, but I know how he feels, wanting to break free from the past. It’s one of the reasons we understand each other so well.

“Enough pouting -- not that you don’t have the cutest little pout,” I add, squeezing his lips together like I’m petting a baby.

He laughs, batting my hand away. “Watch it, woman.”

“Make me.” I laugh.

He grabs my wrist. Our eyes catch. Damn. Heat rushes through me at his firm grip, and I swear, I see the glitter of desire in his eyes. Or maybe it’s just wishful thinking, because Ash sounds totally casual as he releases me and gets to his feet.

“What do you say we blow this joint? The night is young.”

“I’m with you,” I say, reaching for my purse.

I want him so bad.

TWO

ASH

Fuck, she looks good tonight.

Not that JJ doesn’t always look good, but tonight she’s gone from smoking hot to burn-the-roof-down sexy. Her dirty blonde hair is tousled, her brown eyes are filled with mischief, and she’s wearing this little black dress that makes me want to eat her alive -- starting between those creamy thighs.

I hold the door open for her on the way into the bar. For the millionth time, I wish I could travel back in time to the night we first met. I should have ditched the dumb date I was with, taken JJ home and spent the next seventy-two hours in bed pushing that lush body to the limits until she was begging for mercy.

Instead, I took the sucker’s way out. I made a pact I’ve regretted every damn day for the last two years.

Just friends? What the hell was I thinking?

That the last thing you wanted was a girlfriend.

True enough. I didn’t realize then that JJ was different than the other girls. She doesn’t give a shit about my money or title, or the English accent that has co-eds spreading their legs faster than I can say, “How do you do?”

She’s special. Bold. Exciting. Sexy as hell.

And completely unattainable.

I watch her walk ahead of me through the crowd, her hips swaying with every strut. That walk should be illegal. Already, I’m hard, and we’ve only just arrived. How the hell am I going to deal with spending the rest of the night alone with her when all I want to do is fuck her senseless until she’s screaming my name?

The same way a porcupine screws. The old joke pops into my head and I chuckle.

Very, very carefully.

JJ turns around at my laugh. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. Just the idea that they’re giving you a diploma,” I cover with a grin.

“Hey!” JJ hits me lightly in the stomach. I tense. “Well, hello?” she licks her lips. “Someone’s been working out.”

“All recreational, I promise.” I grin. “I bench-press a hundred pounds every night... in bed.”

She laughs. “You know, all this talk about your stamina makes me think you’re protesting too much. It’s OK if you’ve got impulse issues,” she coos, fake sympathetic. “I won’t tell.”

I clench my jaw. I’ll show her how good my stamina is: when she’s pinned down with her legs spread and my dick stroking deep inside her.

But JJ’s already turned away. She leans over the bar, flashing a glimpse of that show-stopping cleavage. The bartender comes running.

“Two whiskeys,” she orders.

“Make them doubles,” I add. I need to take the edge off.

JJ smirks. “I like a man with ambition.”

The bartender slides them over. I pay, and head to a quiet booth in the corner. Heads turn as we go, but as many girls as there are checking me out, even more guys are drooling over JJ. I don’t blame them, I’m just jealous as hell. She’s made it clear from Day One, she’s not interested in me like that.

How’s that for irony? I can screw every girl on campus except the one woman who’s driving me out of my mind just walking across the room.

We slide into the booth. I notice JJ’s gone quiet. “What’s up?”

“Hmm? Oh, nothing.”

It’s dark in here, but I could swear I see her blush.

“I was just thinking about what Scott said.”

I tense. That jackass. Sure, he’s a nice enough guy, but I started hating him the minute JJ told me they hooked up. She gave him a six out of ten rating and implied there wasn’t much going on below the belt, but that doesn’t make me feel any better.

A girl like JJ gives you a shot, you sure as hell better make it a ten: micro-dick or no micro-dick.

“Do you think it’s as cut-throat as he says?” JJ continues. “I’ve been so focused on graduating, I tried not to think about the politics of the firm.”

“I thought you said tonight was about celebrating,” I remind her, hating the worry on her face. I know how much she stresses about this stuff.

JJ sighs again. “I know, but...”

“No buts.” I stop her. “Tomorrow we deal with the future. Tonight, we make it a send-off we’ll never forget.”

JJ meets my eyes. Her lips curl in a sexy grin. “Oh, I’m planning on it.”

Her gaze holds, full of challenge. I wonder if this is more of her teasing -- or if she means it this time.

I move my foot under the table, nudging against hers. She nudges back.

My pulse kicks. JJ winks, then takes a sip of her whiskey. Her red lips part to take a swallow. She licks them softly.

Damn.

Suddenly, all I want is those lips wrapped around my cock.

I already know JJ loves giving head -- and in public too. She told me during one of our late night, no-holds-barred conversations. She loves the power, the thrill of almost getting caught.

Now, I picture her sliding to her knees under the table and unbuckling my belt. Licking along my hard shaft and sliding her tongue over the head--

“Professor Hadlow!”

JJ’s voice snaps me out of the fantasy. She’s flagging down an older guy, in his thirties maybe.

“Justine,” he smiles, his eyes going straight to her breasts. “I’ve told you to call me Nathan. Especially now that you’re not a student anymore.”

“That’s right, I’m not... Nathan.” Justine beams up at him.

“I’m Ashton,” I interrupt.

Professor ignores me. “You know, I’m glad I caught you,” he says, leaning over JJ for a better view. “I’m running study sessions for the bar for a few select students. You should give me a call.”

“I might just do that,” JJ flirts right back like I’m not even here.

I feel a surge of jealous possession. I lean back, draping an arm around JJ’s shoulder. I give the Horny Professor a warning look.

Back the fuck off.

He gets the message. “I better go,” he says.

JJ smiles. “Say ‘hi’ to your wife!”

The professor’s smile drops. He mumbles, “Uh, sure,” and then hightails it back to the girl he’s got in the corner.

“He’s married?” I scowl. “What an asshole. I thought he was going to trip and fall right down the front of your dress.”

“What do you care?” JJ gives me a guarded look. “Isn’t little Becca waiting up for you to drop by her room after we’re done here?”

I shift. “No.”

She arches an eyebrow.

“Maybe,” I admit. “But I never said I’d show.”

“And yet she’ll wait all night for you,” JJ rolls her eyes. “Honestly, are you really that good?”

“Anytime you want to find out for yourself, just say the word.”

Our eyes lock. JJ catches her breath. Her chest rises and falls, straining at that dangerous plunging neckline. I feel all the blood in my head rush south, straight to my aching dick.

Damn, this is driving me crazy.

Suddenly, JJ grabs my phone from my pocket and hits the ‘recent call’ list.

“What are you doing?” I exclaim, but she shushes me and types out a text.

“Becca, darling, I’m so sorry to stand you up tonight,” JJ says out loud as she types. I reach for the phone, but she pulls it back out of reach. “I’m a cad and a rascal, and you deserve so much more. And... send!”

She passes the phone back with a grin.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” I tell her, but I’m laughing.

“I’m saving the girl some heartache,” she shrugs. “Hell, maybe she’ll go out and find herself some fun.”

“And what about you?” I demand.

“What about me?”

“Your professor? Scott?” I counter. “Every guy in this place who’s getting hard right now checking you out?”

“Why, jealous?” JJ coos.

Yes.

“I’m just saying, you could go home with any one of them and leave me all on my own.”

“You’re right.” JJ smiles. “But I won’t. This is our last night,” she adds, and I feel a stab of regret.

She’s right. It’s the end of the line -- for us, and my brief taste of freedom. Come tomorrow, I’m getting on a plane back to the mess of a family I left behind in England, and fuck knows how long it’ll take me to set them straight.

This is it for me. For me and Justine.

Fuck it.

I knock back the rest of my drink. “Come on.”

“We just got here.” Justine looks confused.

“And now we’re leaving.” I grab her hand and pull her up.

Excitement flares in her eyes. Interesting. So she likes it when I order her around?

I file that note away, because I’m sure as hell going to be using it later. But first...

“I came all the way out here for the American Graduate experience,” I tell her with a grin. “And someone told me, it’s not over until someone pulls the senior prank.”

JJ laughs. “Are you serious?”

As a hard-on.

“What’s wrong?” I challenge. “Chicken?”

JJ scowls, like I knew she would. This girl never backs down from a dare, no matter how crazy.

“No way,” she replies. “But you better make it a good one.”

“I will.”

The best prank -- and the best lay of her life. Because now that I’ve seen that pulse of desire in her eyes, there’s no way I’m leaving the country without the ultimate goodbye.

JJ’s body, naked, begging. Her wet cunt clenching around me, her voice screaming my name.

Fuck the pact, I’ve waited long enough.

This girl is mine.

THREE

JUSTINE

He wants me.

My heart beats like crazy with nerves and anticipation as we head out, cutting back across the campus to the North Quad. It’s dark out, the paths lit by street-lamps and busy with party-goers and students heading back from the bars.

I sneak a look over at Ash, and feel my pulse kick all over again.

He definitely wants me.

The flirting doesn’t mean anything. We always flirt, it’s what we do. And that footsie in the bar might have been an accident. But the way he looked when Professor Hadlow came over and started hitting on me?

That was jealousy, pure and simple.

Ash was jealous. The knowledge makes my thighs clench with lust. If any other guy pulled that ‘arm around the shoulder’ possessive bullshit, I’d have told them where to get off, but when Ash pulled me closer, it was so damn hot.

Everything the man does is hot.

“So where are we going?” I ask, hurrying to keep up with his long strides.

“Patience.”

“And what are we going to do? We can’t get caught,” I add, worried. “I’m too close to graduating to get kicked out over some stupid prank.”

“Relax.” Ash gives me a panty-melting grin. “It’s tradition. I asked around, and they never discipline for this kind of stuff.”

I relax. “OK then. So what exactly do you have in mind?”

Ash comes to a stop suddenly on the far edge of the quad. “Meet Oscar,” he says, gripping my shoulders and turning me to face a statue on the edge of the lawn.

“Hi Oscar,” I wave to cover my shiver. God, it feels so good to have his hands on me. Firm. Commanding. There’s always been a steely thread running through Ash, his no-bullshit attitude to business and social events. Now I find myself hoping it extends to the bedroom.

What this man could do with a pair of handcuffs...

“Poor Oscar has been starved of the touch of a woman,” Ash continues, laughter in his voice.

I stare up at the statue of a stern-looking old man, one of the founders of the college, I think. He’s got a book in one hand, and a pipe in the other. “I’m not surprised. Guy looks like he’d rather read a novel than get laid.”

“Which is why we’re going to do him a service,” Ash adds. “And show him how delicious a woman’s panties can be.”

I burst out laughing. “Seriously?”

“I never joke about panties,” Ash replies, grinning. His accent sends shivers down my spine.

I look at him a minute, then grin. “OK.”

Before he can say a word, I reach down, slide my dress up, and then shimmy out of my panties. I hook them on one foot and lift, plucking them up. The black lace dangles from my finger. “Spot me.”

“What?” Ash looks dazed.

I grin. “The statue’s ten feet off the ground. I’m going to have to climb that tree if Oscar wants a taste.”

I take off across the lawn before Ash can reply. I know he’s watching, so I’m sure to put an extra swing in my step, feeling the night breeze cool between my hot thighs.

The sensation is strangely erotic. I’m already turned on from being around Ash, and now that I’m not wearing any panties, it adds a whole new heat to my desire.

The statue is set on the edge of the lawn, in the shadow of a thicket of trees. Luckily, it’s far from the pathways. I check around, but this side of the quad is empty. Nobody will see me. I reach the nearest tree, and find a foothold. I swing off the ground. “You better be there to catch me,” I call, not looking down. I climb higher.

“I’m here.”

His voice sounds strangled. I grin. He’s standing right below me, which means he’s getting one hell of a view right now.

I reach a thick branch, about level with the statue, and crawl out on my stomach. A twig catches on my dress, yanking it lower. “I should just take the damn thing off,” I mutter, pulling free.

I think I hear a groan from below.

I reach close enough to the statue, then take my panties and artfully arrange them over Oscar’s head: his nose buried in the crotch. “Perfect!”

I shimmy back, and start climbing back down the tree. “Is that it?” I ask, feeling a little disappointed. “Because no offense, but that was pretty easy as far as pranks go---”

I lose my grip and slip, plummeting toward the ground with a scream. It’s only a few feet, but it feels like forever -- until strong arms grip me, yanking me against his body.

Ash.

I gasp for air, clinging on to him. His blue eyes are shadowed in the dark, but they strip me naked. My nipples tighten. My body aches.

Fuck.

“Thanks,” I say, as he places me back on solid ground. My legs are shaking, but it’s got nothing to do with the fall. “I guess I wasn’t looking--”

Before I can finish, Ash grabs my waist and shoves me up against the tree. His body covers mine, hard planes pushing me back. His eyes lock on mine, full of lust.

Heat surges through me, but still, I gulp with nerves. This is it. The moment I’ve been waiting for.

The point when everything changes.

“What are you doing?” I murmur, thrilled and scared.

“Something I should have done a long time ago.” Ash leans closer. I feel his breath on my lips. I shiver, preparing myself for his kiss. But it doesn’t come.

Instead, Ash sinks to his knees.

“Don’t make a sound,” he orders, looking up me. His lips curl in a possessive grin. “You’re going to want to scream for this. Don’t.”

He pushes up my dress, and parts my thighs, and licks up against my bare pussy in one hot, mind-blowing stroke.

Oh. My. God!

FOUR

ASH

I feel her body tense in shock the minute my tongue finds her clit. I grip her hips tighter, and lick again, swirling over the sensitive nub and closing my lips over her to suck deep.

JJ gasps, sinking back against the tree with a whimper.

That’s right, darling. You’ve never felt it like this before.

And I’m just getting started.

I hook her thighs over my shoulders so I’m supporting her weight, prying her thighs wider to give me full access to her delicious cunt.

Fuck, she tastes so good. Sweet and ripe, slick with lust. I’ve fantasized a hundred times about claiming her body, but this is hotter than I ever imagined.

I slide my tongue down to her dripping slit and lap at her juices. JJ shudders, writhing against me. I reach up and shove her back against the tree, roving to touch and squeeze at her breasts. Jesus. They’re full and heavy, her nipples pressing tight through her dress.

I pluck one hard, and feel her clench around my tongue in response.

You like that, hmm?

I lick back up to her clit, devouring her now with a hunger that courses through my veins. Fuck, I’ve waited a lifetime for this, to feel her body arch against me, hear those moans of pleasure echo from her lips.

I slide a hand up her thigh to join my tongue, tracing around her lips until she’s bucking wildly against my mouth.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” I pull back, glancing up as I murmur. I circle her wetness. JJ moans. “Do you want me inside you?”

I slide one fingertip inside her. JJ gasps.

“Is that what you want from me, baby?” I pulse my finger, so shallow I’m barely inside her at all. I reach out with my tongue and flick her clit.

JJ shudders. “Please,” she gasps.

The need in her voice goes straight to my cock. Fuck. I could hear her beg forever.

“Please what?” I tease, nudging my finger deeper. JJ tries to bear down on me, but I keep her pinned back with my other hand, my lips whispering against her cunt.

“More,” she moans.

“More...” I add another finger, just the tip. I slide them just inside her and then withdraw. “Like that?”

“Deeper,” JJ begs, thrusting against my mouth again. I lick her clit hard for a couple of strokes, and slide my fingers all the way in.

“Yes,” she cries out, her pleasure echoing. But it’s dark here in the corner of the woods, and nobody’s around to hear her as I thrust my fingers in deep again and again, fucking her with my fingers until she grabs the back of my head and yanks my mouth back to her cunt.

I don’t complain. Fuck, I could gorge on this sweet pussy all night long. But she’s close now, I can hear it in her moans. She arches up, and I use the motion to slide my pinky finger through her juice and up the back of her crack.

I nudge against her tight asshole. JJ goes stiff with surprise, but I’ve got her pinned and I’m not stopping yet.

You’ll like this, darling. Just you wait.

I nudge deeper, past that puckered ring of nerves. JJ lets out of gasp -- which quickly turns into a moan as I attack her clit again, licking and swirling until she’s shuddering like crazy in my arms. I thrust my fingers faster in time with each lick, plunging in a relentless rhythm until I feel her on the edge.

I close my lips around her clit and suck hard, penetrating that gorgeous body with a final dirty thrust of my fingers.

JJ breaks apart with a scream.

She clenches wildly around me, so tight my dick goes rock hard with anticipation. Goddamn. The next time she comes, I swear, I’m going to be buried to the hilt in her delicious pussy, feeling every pulse from the inside out.

I ride out her convulsions, pumping in time until she can’t take anymore. She pushes my head back and slides down to her feet.

“Oh my God,” she gasps.

I smooth her dress down and bring my index finger to my lips. “I thought I told you not to scream,” I smile, slowly licking her sweet juices away.

JJ’s eyes flare with lust. Fuck, she looks hotter than ever. Her hair is rumpled, her face flushed. Everything about her screams ‘fuck me now’.

It’s an invitation I’m not going to pass up.

“Let’s go,” I growl, grabbing her hand. I make a quick calculation: whose room is closer, hers or mine? “Your place,” I decide. I’m going to explode if I’m not inside her in the next five minutes. “As much as this little back-to-nature adventure has been fun, the things I’ve got planned for you would get me deported.”

JJ wets her lips. “Not so fast.” She yanks me back. “It’s your turn.”

I stare. Fuck. Already I can picture her on her knees, taking every inch of me into that hot, wet mouth---

“Not that,” JJ smirks. “Your dare. I gave Oscar his thrill, now it’s your turn. Unless you’re chicken,” she adds with a gleam.

I’m torn. I want this girl naked and spread for me as soon as fucking possible, but something tells me her dare might be just as fun.

And I never back down from a challenge.

“Name it.”

FIVE

JUSTINE

I try to think straight. My heart is racing and my legs are weak. I want to make this night last forever, but how the hell am I supposed to function after the most mind-blowing orgasm of my entire life?

“The Dean’s office,” I manage to say. I’m about five seconds away from dropping to the ground, spreading my legs and begging, “Take me now!” but I fight to keep it together. The longer this delicious game lasts, the longer I have Ash all to myself.

Ash raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t argue. “Lead on, my lovely.”

My stomach twists. Damn. I focus on putting one foot in front of the other, my body still reeling from his tongue’s amazing assault.

Ash chuckles, and grips my shoulders to turn me around. “Other way,” he says, his breath hot against my ear. “On second thought, I’ll lead.”

He guides me across the dark campus, his hand firm against the small of my back. It’s late, but every nerve in my body is wide awake and screaming for more. I knew Ash had a reputation, but damn, that was incredible.

Part of me feels a stab of regret that we haven’t been doing that 24/7 for the last two years. It feels like a tragic waste of time -- and his wicked tongue.

But would it feel so good if you hadn’t waited? A little voice reminds me. Would you be even doing this at all if you didn’t know it was just for tonight?

“How are you doing, JJ?” Ash’s voice comes, low and amused.

“Just fine,” I drawl. “Nothing like coming my brains out to get a girl going. Thanks for that, by the way,” I add sweetly.

He laughs. “My pleasure. Any time.”

“Give me five minutes,” I shoot back. “Then feel free to go for a repeat performance.”

Ash stops, and pulls me in close. His eyes are playful, but there’s an edge of pure lust.

“Darling. The next time you come, I promise, it’s going to be my dick driving you over the edge.”

Yes.

I gulp, trying not to let him see how much I want him. “Now now,” I scold, playing it cool. “What do they say about making assumptions?”

Ash frowns, thrown.

“It makes an ass out of you and me,” I smirk.

I turn away, but Ash catches my waist. He leans in from behind, sliding his other hand down the side of my body, over my waist and hips.

“Speaking of asses...” he murmurs, curving around to squeeze my cheek. “You should know, I’ve got plans for yours.”

Oh shit.

Lust strikes through me, pooling hot between my thighs. I still can’t believe he did that before -- or that it felt so fucking good. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like, but no guy has ever had the guts to try.

Until him.

Now I wonder what else he’s planning. And if I’m going to enjoy the main event as much as the previews.

Who are you kidding? Anything this man does to your body is going to feel incredible.

I snap back. Ash is already striding on towards the admin building, so I hurry to catch up. There are a couple of lights on in the upstairs offices, and the front door is unlocked.

Ash holds it open for me. “Ladies first,” he grins.

Chivalrous as always -- even with his tongue still wet from eating my pussy.

I step inside and look around. I wasn’t thinking much further than making this game last, but now my mind races to come up with a dare. Something sexy and fun, like his was for me.

“I dare you to photocopy your junk,” I tell him, grinning. “And then paper the Dean’s office with it.”

Ash laughs. “Can’t wait to get a look, huh?”

“Please.” I roll my eyes, covering the way my pussy aches just at the thought of his cock. “You’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all. Now get to it, scoot!”

Ash shakes his head, still laughing, but he heads deeper inside the building. He checks the office doors in turn until he finds the supply closet with the Xerox machine inside.

We step into the room. It’s small here, close quarters. Ash meets my eyes. “I knew you only wanted me for my body,” he quips, reaching for his belt.

My pulse kicks. “That and your accent,” I joke, trying to keep the mood light. All I want to do is yank those pants down and ride him until we’re both screaming, but I turn to the copier and open the lid, programming it to make a hundred copies. “Go right ahead, big boy.”

“Yes ma’am,” Ash replies in his awful American accent. I laugh -- until he shoves down his pants and underwear and pulls out the most gorgeous, hard, thick cock I’ve ever seen.

Holy shit!

Ash moves to rest it on the screen and hits the copy button. The lights flare as the copy machine kicks into action, scanning the whole length of him. The first copy emerges from the paper tray.

I hold it up. “Not bad,” I murmur, as if I’m not already wet just imagining him thrusting that beast of a cock deep inside me. “I guess you weren’t exaggerating.”

Ash gives me look that could set my panties on fire. “What are you going to do about it?” he asks, his voice low and throaty.

Power surges through me. I’ve wanted him for so long, I can’t believe this is really happening. I take a step towards him, reaching to close my hand around his hard, hot length.

Ash growls.

“Like I said,” I smile, “Your turn.”

I grip him tighter and pump, loving the feel of him, so thick and muscular in my hand. I can barely fit my fist around him, and the thought sends a fresh shiver all the way to my core.

God, he’s going to feel so good inside.

But right now, it’s time for me to make him groan. And after the stunning climax he gave me out there on the quad, I need to make it good.

A girl’s got a reputation to live up to, after all.

I sink to my knees and bring my mouth to join my hand, licking up the length of him like a popsicle while my hand keeps pumping, steady at his base.

Ash groans. “Damn... ”

I swirl my tongue over his massive head, using my lips as suction to draw him into my mouth.

Ash curses, and then his hands are on the back of my head. He grips my hair, guiding me deeper, straining for more.

Not yet. No, I’m going to make him crazy first, until he knows what it’s like to want someone the way I’ve been wanting him.

I pull back, and return to my slow, long licks, all the way down his shaft. I slide my free hand up his thighs and find his balls, gently stroking and squeezing them until Ash makes another raw groan of pleasure.

His dick swells even harder against my lips. Engorged and demanding. Jesus. I’m so turned on, I can’t think straight. My pussy is drenched and throbbing, and I can’t resist slipping one hand between my thighs to rub my clit as I take him all the way into my mouth.

Yes. Fuck, it feels so good. I slide my lips down his shaft, feeling his cock twitch and tasting the tangy salt of precum. He’s so big, I can’t fit him all the way down, so I use my hand to pump where my lips leave off.

“JJ,” Ash groans. “Fuck, you’re the best.”

I feel a glow of pride. Damn right I am. I find a rhythm, slowly bobbing my head and keeping that suction in my lips, pulling back up to swirl my tongue around that sweet spot right near the tip. And all the while, I’ve got one hand trapped between my clenched thighs, circling my tender clit with a rhythm that makes me moan against him.

My nipples tighten. My heart pounds. It’s so fucking hot, on my knees like this in the dark room. The only light comes from the hallway through the half-open door, and the silence is broken by Ash’s heavy breathing. Desperate and ragged.

But more than the place, the time, it’s him. His cock thrusting deep between my eager lips. His voice groaning my name. Ash. My Ash. The man I know better than anyone, who knows me more than the rest. I’ve waited so long to show him how much I want him, and now, I savor every second of it.

“JJ...” he gasps again. He’s about to come, I feel it in every breath. He thrusts against me, harder now. Gripping my hair and driving the pace, taking total control.

I love it. I love feeling his hands on me, his body straining closer to the edge. I love knowing I’m the one making him feel so good, getting caught up in the thrill.

Moving my head in rhythm, I angle my throat, taking him even deeper this time. Ash lets out a curse, and then he’s plunging wildly, fucking my mouth, making me crazy with desire as I match his pace with my own frantic rubbing. I’m close, so close, but I want to take him there even more. I reach back up to grip him, using my own slick juices to coat his length, pumping him with both hands as I take him all the way to the back of my throat.

I look up to see an expression of pure ecstasy on his face. Our gaze catches. I feel myself flush. I’ve given dozens of blowjobs before, but suddenly, none of them feel as intimate as this. I hold his gaze, and suck harder.

Ash lets out a strangled cry, and then I feel him explode, a rush of hot salty liquid gushing down my throat. I swallow him down hungrily, every last drop.

Mine.

SIX

ASH

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I lurch back, feeling my climax rip through every part of me. JJ is still watching me, down on her knees. She slowly wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb, then sucks it, not breaking her stare.

It’s so hot, I could come all over again if I hadn’t just shot my load into that sweet miracle of a mouth.

Goddamn, this girl is good.

I pull up my pants and yank JJ to her feet. Her eyes are dilated like she’s close to coming, and when I slide my hand lower, I find her wet and ready, quivering to my touch.

“What’s this?” I slide my fingers against her clit and feel her jolt.

Fuck yes. I love that she’s turned on, too. That her moans weren’t faked, she got off on sucking me almost as much as I loved the feel of her wet, greedy lips gorging on my cock.

“It feels like you need something...” I muse, thrumming against her again. JJ’s eyes flare. She gasps for air.

“You’re right,” she whispers. “It would be rude to leave a lady so unsatisfied.”

In one swift move I lift her up onto the copier and thrust two fingers deep inside her tight cunt. I press my thumb hard against her clit as my fingers pulse deep. She shatters with a scream that makes me hard all over again.

Damn. And I haven’t even got started fucking her yet.

JJ clings to my shoulders, gasping for air as her pussy clenches around me. I get an idea, and hit the copy button. The machine whirs to life again.

“What--?” JJ startles, looking down.

I pull another copy out of the feed. JJ’s perfect naked ass, and the outline of my hand disappearing into her pussy.

Damn, that’s hot.

“This one, I’m keeping.” I fold it into my shirt pocket. Then I grab a handful of the copies of my junk. “Which way to the Dean’s office?”

JJ catches her breath. “End of the hallway, to the right,” she replies, smoothing her dress down. Still, there’s no hiding it: she’s radiating sex, so fucking hot I want to flip her over and fuck her up against this machine until the motor gives out.

But first, there’s a bet to finish.

“Never say I don’t follow through.”

I grab a stapler from the tray by the door, then take off down the hallway with a whoop.

“Wait up!” JJ laughs, racing after me. I paper the hallway with Xeroxes, stapling them over every noticeboard and flyer until there’s a row of cocks trailing all the way to the Dean’s office.

I try the door. “Locked.”

“We could pick it,” JJ suggests, looking excited.

“With what?”

“My bobby pin? I saw it on TV once--”

We’re interrupted by a sudden noise at the other end of the hallway. Someone coming down the stairs.

JJ panics. “Shit!”

I grab her. “Come on,” I whisper, yanking her away. We race back, not pausing for a minute even when the lights turn on and a voice yells, “Hey!” behind us.

We burst out the main doors and sprint across the quad until we hit the street. Traffic streams past, and there’s noise and laughter from celebrations in the bars.

JJ tugs at my hand. “Wait,” she gasps. “I can’t...”

I stop. She bends over, gasping for air. Shit. “Are you OK?” I ask, worried, but then she straightens up and I can see she’s laughing.

“Oh my god,” JJ gasps in hysterics. “I can’t believe we just did that! Imagine if they’d caught us, or before...”

When she was on her knees, taking every last inch of my cock.

“I thought you liked the risk,” I grin. “Didn’t you tell me once, you have discovery fantasies?”

Her eyes widen. She blushes. “Oh my god, we were so drunk. I can’t believe you remember that!”

“I remember everything.”

Every late-night, whiskey-fueled conversation. All the dirty secrets we shared -- things we’d never admit to anyone else. And I can tell JJ does too, because her smile turns daring.

“What about you, Mr. Domination?” she coos, reaching up to adjust the collar of my shirt. She quirks an eyebrow. “Did you ever find a girl to tie down and spank?”

Damn. My cock gets hard, just hearing the word ‘spank’ with JJ’s lush body pressed up against me.

“Is that an invitation?” I growl.

Excitement flares in her eyes. “That depends...” she whispers.

“On what?” I swear, I don’t care that we’re in the middle of the sidewalk with people walking by. I’m this close to shoving her back in the alleyway and claiming that juicy cunt all the way to the hilt.

“On how fast we can make it back to your apartment.”

I turn and flag down the nearest cab without pausing for breath. I shove JJ inside, and tumble in after. “California Avenue,” I demand, already reaching for her. “And make it fast.”

Her breath tickles in my ear. “Don’t you dare,” she whispers, as the cab speeds away.

I yank her into my lap. “Don’t worry, darling,” I slide around to cup her breast. It’s full and swollen, heavy in my hand. Goddamn. I squeeze her nipple, hard through her silky dress. “I’ve been waiting too long for this to rush it.”

The minute the words are out, I realize what I’ve said.

Shit.

JJ frowns. “You’ve been waiting for this?” I can’t tell what she thinks.

I think fast. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it,” I say, keeping my voice light. “Two stunningly attractive people like us... It was inevitable we’d do this one day.”

She laughs. “Arrogant, much?”

“I believe I just paid you a compliment.” I tweak her nipple again and she gasps, grinding against my lap with her ass.

“My mistake.” JJ’s head falls back against my shoulder, leaving her body open to me. I slowly stroke her breasts, moving my other hand over her stomach, and down between her hot thighs.

She stifles a moan as I stroke her through her dress.

My eyes meet the cab driver’s in the rearview mirror. He winks.

I lean in to whisper in JJ’s ear. “We have an audience,” I murmur, still stroking in circles around her clit. “Want me to stop?”

She keeps her eyes shut.

“Was that a no?” I grin, reaching to squeeze her other nipple.

JJ pants against me.

“Was that a yes?” I rub faster. She whimpers.

“He can see everything, you know,” I keep whispering. My words are making her hot, I can tell. She’s getting off on how naughty this is, spread out on my lap in the backseat of the cab with the driver just inches away, hearing every moan.

Damn, I love how wild she is. Other girls would be blushing by now, pushing my hands away, pretending to be good and proper. But JJ arches up, pressing against my hand, then grinding back into my cock. She keeps her eyes shut, but I can tell from the heat in her body she’s loving every minute of this, there in the dark with just my hands and dirty words urging her on.

“I bet he’s wishing he was me right now,” I murmur, sliding my hand up under her skirt. She’s naked underneath, juicy and dripping for me. I curl two fingers up inside her, and feel her body clench around me, greedy for more.

Soon. So fucking soon.

“He’s hearing those sexy whimpers, and wishing he was balls-deep in your tight, wet pussy,” I whisper in her ear. “I bet he’s never fucked a girl like you before. Hell, I bet the minute he drops us off, he’ll be jacking off, imagining your lips sliding up his shaft and taking him deep, choking on his cum.”

JJ lifts her head and turns to me. Her eyes are wide and lusty, her breath is coming fast. “Too bad,” she tells me, gasping as I plunge my fingers deeper inside her clenching channel. “Yours is the only cock I want inside me, every inch, Ash, I want every fucking inch.”

Goddamn.

I fight to keep control, but JJ clenches around my fingers. “You feel that?” she demands.

I groan. Fuck, this is too much.

“That’s what I’ve got for you,” she promises, her eyes bright. “I want to feel you stretch me wide open. I want you pounding me into the mattress. Hold me down, tie me up, do whatever you want with me, just promise, you’ll take me hard.”

The cab screeches to a halt. For a second, I think the cabbie’s just come, but then I look out the window and realize, we’re outside my apartment.

Thank fucking God.

I push JJ out the door and throw a twenty into the front. “Keep the change.”

The driver smirks. “You are one lucky bastard,” he calls, as I slam the door shut.

Don’t I know it.

I drag JJ up the front steps, and unlock the front door. I yank her into the house. The door slams shut behind us. Silence.

Finally, we’re alone.

SEVEN

JUSTINE

I stand there in the hallway, my heart racing. It’s dark, just the streetlights outside shining through the window and noise from late-night partiers on the street. Ash throws his keys and wallet down on the table, and turns back to face me, three feet away.

We stare hungrily at each other. In the dim light, his face is shadowed, but I can see the desire written all over his face. It makes my stomach twist, and my pussy ache.

Suddenly, it all comes crashing in. This is it. The moment I’ve been waiting for all this time. I gulp for air, overwhelmed. My legs are still weak and my breath is coming fast from that scene in the cab. Holy fuck it was hot. I can’t believe we just did that. It felt so dirty and thrilling -- and I didn’t want it to stop.

He pushes every one of my limits, and makes my fantasies come true. Now I have him all alone. No interruptions. Nobody to see.

No place to hide.

He knows me better than anyone, and now, there’ll be nothing between us at all.

I stare at Ash, waiting for some cue. Finally, he reaches up and slowly loosens his tie. He pulls it free and tosses it on the floor. He raises an eyebrow: a challenge.

Your turn.

My nerves disappear. It’s still just a game, I tell myself, regret mingling with excitement in my veins.

I kick off one shoe, then the other.

Ash smiles, and unbuttons his shirt. He throws it down, and I drink in the sight of his naked torso: a lean, swimmer’s body, all muscle and taut, tanned flesh.

Yum.

I undo the zipper on my dress and let it fall to the ground. My panties are still decorating the statue of Oscar, so I’m left wearing my black lace push up bra -- and nothing else.

Ash’s jaw clenches. He unbuckles his belt, and strips off his pants. I can see the outline of his cock straining against his briefs: hard and thick.

I shiver. God, I want him.

I unhook my bra and slowly slide it down my arms. The night air hits my naked breasts, and my nipples stiffen.

Ash shoves his briefs down. His cock springs free, standing hard and massive as he kicks the last of his clothing aside.

My thighs clench.

We’re both naked now, and Jesus, the tension crackling between us could light a city block on fire. My pulse is racing, and I’m dying to touch him, but something keeps me locked in place, waiting for him to make his move.

His eyes move slowly from my head to my toes. I can feel the burning path of his gaze on my skin. Every nerve in my body is humming with excitement, until finally he reaches my face again.

“Turn around.” Ash’s voice is low and thick with lust. “Put your hands against the wall and spread your legs.”

Holy shit.

My pussy throbs. I do as he says. I turn my back and put my hands up against the door. I widen my stance and arch back, thrusting my ass in the air.

Ash moves closer. “I remember what you told me, about those guys you hooked up with who couldn’t make you come to save their lives.”

His voice shivers down my spine, that sexy accent, all crisp and dominating. He strokes gently across my shoulders, and brushes my hair back from my neck.

“You said how you wished they would just take charge. Not wait for permission for every little thing. Just go ahead and fuck you like a real man.”

He twists my hair in his fist and pulls.

Jesus. Heat floods through me. My legs go weak with lust, but I keep position: hands up, legs spread.

“Is this what you want, JJ?” He whispers against my ear, every breath making me even wetter. Ash gives another tug: not hard enough to hurt, but enough to show he means business.

He’s in charge now, and fuck, I love it.

“Is this what you imagined?” he demands. “All those nights you kicked them out the door and finished yourself off because they were too pussy to get you there?”

“Yes,” I gasp, reeling from the thrill. I’ve fantasized about a man who could dominate me like this: a real man, not the boys in law school and college. They liked to talk, sure, but when it came down to it, they were fumbling and meek, or blandly unimaginative.

But Ash? Damn. He’s hotter than I even imagined. Dirtier, harder, more playful all in one irresistibly sexy package.

He knows me. He knows exactly what I want.

Now, he tugs gently on my hair; strokes softly across my naked back, making me shiver and moan.

“Did you picture someone holding you down like this,” he growls, “making you wet, giving that sweet ass the spanking it deserves?”

Before I can process his words, his free hand cracks against my bare ass in a delicious slap.

I let out a shriek of surprise.

Ash spanks me again, on the other cheek this time. The shock jolts through me, a delicious pressure mingling together in a thrilling and unfamiliar buzz.

Oh God, yes.

I arch back, wiggling my ass for more.

Ash gives a throaty chuckle. “Goddamn, JJ. How can you be this good?”

He lands another hard slap, tugging on my hair at the same time so my body is arched and taut for him. The sensation crashes through me. I’m dizzy with lust now, fuck, it feels like a dream. The darkness, his commanding voice. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life before. This is incredible.

He spanks me again, making me moan, then smoothes his hand over my stinging flesh. He dips between my thighs to stroke my lips.

“Juicy and tight,” he says, testing one finger inside of me. “Are you ready for me, darling?”

“Yes,” I gasp, and God, I’ve never been more ready. Ready for his cock to split me wide open, ready for his hands to clench me tight.

“Are you sure about that?” Ash’s voice turns teasing. He slides his finger out and strokes over my aching nipples, coating them in my slick juices and giving them a delicious, sharp tweak.

I shudder with excitement, my whole body trembling. “Now, Ash, I need you!”

“What’s the magic word?” he growls in my ear.

I pause. I’ve never begged, not for anyone. It was always a line I didn’t cross, the way I stayed in control. I could take it or leave it, walk away at any time.

But we both know, I crossed that line with Ash a long time ago. I want him so bad, I don’t care I’m breaking my own rules.

“C’mon, JJ,” Ash demands. He slides his hand down, rubbing possessively over my clit in time with his filthy words. “You need it, don’t you? You want my cock thrusting deep inside you. You’re gagging for it, I can feel your pussy dripping for more.”

He gives me another hard rub and I break. “Please,” I gasp, feeling so empty, so close to the edge. “Fuck me, Ash. I need you to. Now.”

Without a word, Ash grips my hips, yanks me back and impales me on his hard, demanding cock.

Oh. My. God.

I scream with pleasure at the feel of him, stretching me wide open, tearing me apart.

Ash pulls back, then thrusts into me again, so hard I slam forwards against the wall. Holy shit, I feel him everywhere. Every inch, rubbing high inside me, thick and full like nothing else. Hitting just the right spot, making my blood boil.

He pulls me to him as he fucks me, kissing down the back of my neck as he thrusts deeper.

Already, I’m close. Fuck. I gasp for air, pushing back on his thrust to take him even further.

He groans. “JJ.”

Hearing my name on his lips makes me even hotter. I climax fast, hard and sweet. Pleasure rushes through me, but he’s just getting started. Ash yanks my hair back, biting down on my shoulder. I thrust in time now, riding out my orgasm until I’m lost in the rhythm. Relentless. Dirty. Deep.

So fucking deep.

Ash suddenly pulls out and spins me around to face him. He lifts my hips and wraps my legs around his waist, slamming into me again in one hard, deep stroke.

Holy shit!

This time, he rocks against my clit with every move, driving up inside me, making me moan like crazy. I’m past self-control, this feels too fucking good. I can’t believe I’m on the edge again as I cling onto his broad shoulders, using them as leverage to grind against every stroke.

There. Fuck. Right there.

“You’re forgetting something, baby.” Ash lets out a growl. He goes still, watching me with a dark smile as my body twists for more.

“You’re not in charge this time.”

EIGHT

ASH

JJ is close again, I can feel it. She’s panting for more, her pussy clenching hungrily around my dick. She feels so good, I could explode right now, unleash that hot torrent of cum inside her, but I want this to last. Fuck, I want to drive her crazy. I want her so desperate for me she doesn’t remember her own name.

I reach up and pin her wrists above her head. I hold them in place with one hand, the other gripping that peach of an ass, supporting her weight with her legs wrapped tight around me. She thrusts eagerly, but I hold her down, driving into her in slow, deep strokes, all the way to the fucking hilt.

Like that, darling. Just like that.

JJ whimpers in my arms. She’s writhing, trying to force the pace, but I hold back. Slow. Steady. I can feel her body shaking, feel every inch sliding deep into her tight, slick cunt.

Goddamn.

JJ can’t take it. She struggles, but I’m stronger. There’s no contest. I keep her trapped in place, loving the wild look in her eyes, how much she needs my cock. I slow again, barely dipping a couple of inches inside her as she sobs for more.

“Please,” JJ begs. She struggles against me, trying to free her wrists. “Ash, please!”

Power slams through me. I’ve never felt more alive, controlling her pleasure, making her wait. It’s a rush like nothing else. I keep plunging into her, watching every moan as this magnificent woman comes undone in my hands.

Goddamn, I don’t know how much longer I can hold back. She’s moaning with every thrust, so close to the edge I can see her desperate need.

Then I feel her pussy clench, tight around me.

Fuck.

I groan. JJ meets my gaze with a wicked smile. She clenches again, massaging my cock with her tight inner walls. It’s a battle of wills, of ragged self-control, and fuck it, I can’t hold back anymore.

I slam deep into her slick and tight pussy with a roar.

Fuck!

JJ screams, clawing at my back as she comes. I slam into her again, burying myself in her cunt.

She bites down on my shoulder, and now we’re fucking like animals, out of control. I carry her down the dark hallway, knocking into something solid. The table. Who gives a damn? Something crashes to the ground but I’m too far gone to care. All that matters in the world is the hard slam of our bodies and the deep friction of my dick pounding into her.

We reach the living room, and tumble down to the floor. She rolls on top, her gorgeous body grinding, her breasts bouncing free. Fuck, she’s so sexy. She plunges down, taking me deep, and I rise up, spearing every last inch inside of her. She’s crying out in high-pitched gasps, and it’s music to my ears.

“Oh my god!” She moans, rocking faster. I drive up inside, squeezing her full breasts, tweaking at her nipples. “Yes!” she gasps, grinding down onto my cock. “Harder!”

It’s a million pound view from down here beneath her, but I need to be balls-deep before I lose my mind. I roll her over, then flip her onto her stomach. Her ass thrusts back towards me, and I land another sharp spank on her cheek.

“You’re mine,” I growl, possession crashing through me. “Never forget it, JJ. You’ve always been mine.”

I yank her hips up and slam inside her tightness from behind. I want to fuck away every memory of the other men. I want to brand her with my dick from the inside out.

“Who do you belong to?” I demand, landing another slap on her ass as I pound deep into her, all the way to the fucking hilt.

“You!” JJ cries. “God, you Ash!”

I fuck her harder. Damn, I’ve never let go with a girl like this, lost all my self-control. But JJ loves it, she begs for more, taking everything I’ve got. She’s on her hands and knees, driving back against me, every thrust embedding my ravenous cock deeper inside.

I angle up, hitting her G-spot and making her sob with pleasure.

“This pussy belongs to me,” I pant, grinding deep again. “And I’ll fuck it any way I want. Because that’s what you want too, isn’t it, darling? You want to be dominated. You need me holding you down, making you scream.”

She whimpers with pleasure. She’s too far gone to find the words, but her tight pussy does the talking for her: clenching around me, slick and wet.

Jesus. How can she be this good? I’ve fucked a hundred girls, and never felt like this before. So powerful. So raw and wild. It’s all her, the way she whimpers and thrusts, demanding everything I have and more. I know exactly what she wants, what she needs. It’s hard and fast and dirty. I can’t get enough.

And I’m leaving the country in a few short hours.

Fuck. Reality crashes through me as JJ gasps for more. One night with this girl could never be enough. But I have a life waiting for me back in England: family drama and responsibilities that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy, let alone my best friend in the world.

I can’t drag JJ into my bullshit.

In a split second, I decide. This will have to be goodbye -- but only for now. In a couple of months, I’ll be back. I’m going to make this something real, give her everything she deserves.

And I’m going to make damn sure she doesn’t forget me while I’m gone.

I thrust into her again. My cock is out of control now, relentless. My fingers dig hard into her hips, I’m crashing into her, claiming her, stretching her wide open and dominating every inch.

This is what I’ve needed all along. JJ’s gorgeous cunt. JJ’s luscious body. JJ’s filthy, thrilling mind, driving me to the edge with her teasing, her reckless streak.

It’s her.

I pound into her again, deeper than ever, rubbing her G-spot hard. I feel the convulsions start, her whole body pulsating as her cunt clenches my dick tighter in an iron grip. She lets out a scream and drives back into me and I let go, exploding inside her in a hot torrent as the climax rips through me and I lose my fucking mind.

NINE

JUSTINE

When I wake up, I don’t remember where I am. Then I feel the ache in my limbs and the sweet soreness between my thighs. It all comes rushing back.

Ash.

Holy shit.

I slept with Ash last night. And it was un-fucking-believable.

I twist to look at him in the pale morning light. Somehow, we made it to the bed last night, and now he’s sprawled out beside me, one arm thrown around my shoulder.

I still can’t believe I’m really here in bed with him after all this time. I feel a shiver as I run my eyes down his body admiringly. His stomach ripples with taut muscles, a trail of dark hair leading down his abdomen and under the covers.

I take a peek under the sheet and grin. Yup. Still magnificent. I lost count of how many times I came last night from the thick thrust of that cock, but man, I know it was a world record. We were so in sync, I’ve never orgasmed so much. I imagined he would be amazing, but this was beyond my wildest dreams. He knew exactly how far to push me: when to make me beg, and when to pound into me hard until we were walking the razor edge between pleasure and pain.

I’ve never been fucked like that in my life before, and God, I want him all over again.

I drag my eyes up to his face. He looks so peaceful sleeping. I reach out and gently stroke my fingertip over his jaw and across his lips. Then I realize.

We still haven’t kissed.

My chest tightens. Emotion suddenly crashes over me. It’s such a little thing, but it means so much. I’ve had his tongue lick inside me, felt his cock rub up against me from the inside out; hell, I’ve even had his finger penetrating my most private place, but right now all I want in the world from him is one little, simple kiss.

I catch my breath. My heart is pounding. I slowly inch closer, and press my lips against his.

Sweet. Soft. I sink into it, his lips cool against mine. He parts them, still sleeping, and I nudge my tongue into his mouth to taste him and feel the wet, warm depths of his mouth.

Longing rolls through me. Not lust, although I feel that too. No, this is something deeper, a yearning I feel in my chest.

Shit.

I flinch back, suddenly panicking. I scramble out of bed and stand there, frozen.

I didn’t think this through.

All this time I’ve wanted him, I focused on the sex. Now I stare at his sleeping body and realize in horror that it’s so much more.

This is real.

My heart twists with fear. I can’t do this. I have a plan: to pass the bar, become a kick-ass lawyer. Leave my shitty old neighborhood in the dust, and make sure my mom and sister have a future that doesn’t involve minimum wage jobs and mountains of debt.

I never planned on a real relationship, not right now. Law school is over, hell, Ash is leaving in a few hours. He’s getting on a plane and flying off to England, back to his fancy life full of classy, titled rich girls who don’t chug beer and eat cold pizza straight from the box.

This was his version of goodbye.

The truth chills me. I feel a stab of pain, but I grit my teeth and fight it back. It’s for the best. This was what I wanted, wasn’t it? One last shot at the big man on campus. Well, I sure gave him a farewell party he’ll never forget.

Ash stirs. He yawns, and rolls over. I bolt from the room before he can wake.

Chill, JJ. I find my shoes and purse in the hallway, and sink back against the wall with a groan. There’s carnage out here: broken lamp, overturned table. It all reminds me how explosive the sex was last night.

How you came screaming -- over and over again.

Dammit! Part of me wishes the sex had been crappy. At least then it would be easy to walk out the door. But this is Ash: the best man I know.

For a moment, I let myself imagine a future with him, if we actually tried to make this work. One-upping each other. Having crazy, mind-blowing sex every night -- and half the day too. The thought is thrilling. Amazing.

And terrifying as hell.

Because he’s the one guy who knows me better than anyone -- which means he could hurt me more than anyone too. I’ve never given my heart to someone. It would be the dumbest thing I could ever do, to offer it to a guy who’s already walking away.

Resolve hardens in my bones. We’re both heading off in different directions now. There’s no use wishing we could be something more. And it’s not like I’m never going to see him again. He said his business in England would only take a couple of months, and he’d call me when he was back.

I open the door, and quietly shut it behind me with a bittersweet smile.

At least we went out with a bang.

3 YEARS LATER....

JUSTINE

“Please put your seat backs in the upright position. We are now beginning our final descent into New York.”

I put my papers back in my briefcase and rub my eyes. It’s nearly midnight, and I’ve been reading small print legal memos since we took off from Los Angeles, but as I look out the window and see the lights of the city shining in the dark, I feel a surge of excitement.

New York City, baby!

I’ve been here a few times already for work, but it always gives me a thrill. Bright lights, big city. And this time, the stakes are higher than ever. I’ve been thrown in last-minute on a big case, one that could make my whole career as a lawyer.

“Are you here for business or pleasure?” The guy in the seat next to me gives me a flirty grin. He’s been trying to hit on me for the last five hours. He’s cute enough, and any other girl be giving the Mile High Club a test run, but he’s got one fatal flaw counting against him: a wedding ring.

Deal-breaker.

“Business.” I reply coolly, and plug in my headphones until we land and taxi to the gate. Then I grab my phone and scan through the dozens of panicked voice messages that have been piling up while I was in the air.

“Relax, everything’s going to be fine,” I tell my client as I head to baggage claim.

“But we weren’t scheduled for meetings until next month. What do you think it means?”

I can hear the worry in his voice, so I make my tone extra-soothing. “It means they’re scared. They know they don’t have a case. Seriously, relax, get some sleep. I’ll see you for the first deposition tomorrow.”

I hang up and grab my bags. I have no idea how long this work trip will take, so I packed pretty much everything. There’s nothing like a pair of three-inch heeled leather boots to make me feel invincible walking into a boardroom.

And I’m going to need all the good luck I can get. I’m only a third-year associate, I’m not supposed to be lead counsel on a case, but my dick of a boss just got himself thrown in jail. I’m the one who’s prepared most of the research, and developed a relationship with the client, so my firm put me on the first flight out.

Sink or swim. It’s my chance to prove I’ve got the goods to make partner, and I plan to blow them all out of the water.

I’m breezing through the Arrivals lounge when I see a sign with my name on it. A driver is waiting. “Courtesy of Miss Fawes,” he smiles, taking my overstuffed cases.

I call my best friend, Keely. She moved out here months ago, and she’s made this last-minute trip so much easier. “I can’t believe you sent a car for me! Thank you so much,” I say, grateful to be waltzing past the fifty-deep taxi line. “I’m exhausted.”

“I figured you would be,” Keely laughs. “I’m just excited I get to see you again. Still good for brunch tomorrow?”

“Absolutely! I have time before my meeting. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Everything’s ready at the apartment, just go on up,” she adds, before saying goodbye.

I sink into the back seat of the car and thank the universe for awesome BFFs. Awesome BFFs who just happened to inherit a massive fortune, and have luxury penthouse apartments sitting empty waiting for someone to borrow.

My phone buzzes with new emails, so I scroll through before my brain shuts down for the night. There’s a couple from my old law school buddies, wanting to get together while I’m in town. They probably just want to boast about the size of their bonuses, but I tap out a quick reply saying I’ll meet them for drinks.

Law school... It’s only been three years, but it feels like a lifetime ago. Back then, I wore jeans to class and splurged on cheap takeout. Now, I’m on partner track at a big firm with an expense account and a taste for designer shoes. The day I got my first big bonus, I moved mom out of her crappy apartment complex and into a small bungalow in the good part of town. She’s got a yard now where she loves to garden, and my sister is doing great in college, thanks to the pricy SAT tutor I hired to get her there.

Things are good. Great, in fact. Everything is working out the way I dreamed -- and worked like hell to make happen.

I wonder how Ash is doing now...

I feel a familiar pang of rejection, but it’s softened over time. I haven’t seen or heard from him since that night we spent together. He never called from England, and after sending a couple of emails and getting radio silence, I gave up on the hope that I would see him again.

Sometimes I’ll remember the time we spent together; a joke, or conversation, and it hits me all over again. But that was years ago, and I’ve moved on. Only curiosity keeps me checking online from time to time, but I never find anything about him at all.

“We’re here.”

I look up. We’ve arrived outside a fancy building on the Upper East Side. The driver takes my bags, and the doorman greets me out front.

“Welcome, Miss Jenkins. Here are your keys and security card.” He passes them to me. “You also had a package delivered,” he adds. “I placed it on the table inside.”

“Thank you.” I head to the elevator. It’s gorgeous in here, all gleaming marble and fresh-cut flowers. Upstairs, the apartment is on its own floor, with an entrance hallway, and a huge open-plan living area. I tell the driver to leave the bags, and tip him generously on the way out.

Thank you, Keely.

I’m too tired to take it all in, but it’s bright and airy and impeccably decorated. There’s a small table by the door, and a package is waiting for me.

At first, I think it might be a delivery of more documents for the case, but when I look closer, I realize there’s nothing business-like about it.

The box is small, wrapped in silk, about the size of a paperback book. It’s tied with a beautiful gold ribbon, and there’s a card tucked underneath with my name written in flowing calligraphy.

Justine.

I pull the ribbon undone, curious.

Inside, I find a key nestled in layers of plum satin. But it’s not just any key. Elegant and old-fashioned, it’s set with dozens of tiny sparkling crystals, with a fine gold chain looped through the top.

There’s another card underneath. Heavy paper, swirling script.

Welcome to your wildest fantasy.
Are you ready to play?

I look around, but the apartment is empty. No return address or name on the card.

I catch my breath. There’s something so beautiful and seductive about the gift, but I have no idea where it came from.

Who sent it?

What does it mean?

I feel a shiver of excitement. I love games, and I already can tell, this one is going to be fun.

* * *

The game is only just beginning.
Justine’s sexy adventure continues in
THE INVITATION: SURRENDER
-- coming Sep 28th 2014.

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