by Roxy Sloane
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 coc
k 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.
TO BE CONTINUED…
The Invitation 2:
Surrender
By Roxy Sloane
