By Invitation Only

by Allie Quinn

  Indescribable. Heaven. Perfect. Sweet.

  She was wet and hot and tight and soft all at once. She was a pure adrenaline rush of need, like reaching the water’s surface after being under and holding my breath for a full minute. At the same time, she was a need like the gulp of oxygen I’d take after being under that water. I needed her. I wanted her as I’d never wanted another. I’d known her for a very long time. I’d lusted after her for almost a year. She was worth the wait. What I discovered after kissing her, after touching her just once, was that she was more than a playmate. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she and I shared a soul. And if I didn’t touch her more, have her, taste her, I’d die.

  I knew she was twenty-nine. I was one year older. We were not hormone-crazed teens. We were adults, professionals. We should know what we wanted, what we needed, and we shouldn’t be afraid to go after it. I knew I did. She was it.

  She kissed me back. She boldly put her tongue into my mouth as if she needed to explore me as much as I needed her. She slowly lifted her leg and brought it up my hip and anchored it against me, opening her thighs more, giving me further access as her kiss deepened. Delicious. I pumped two fingers into her. The moan that escaped her was deep and uncontrolled. I swallowed it, hoping beyond all hope to swallow even more of what she wanted to give me.

  The huge round table in the center of the hall—what everyone called the Knights Table—was only a few steps behind us. Another woman was already on the table, enjoying some fun. Another couple sat across on the other side, sharing drinks as they touched each other. I paused in my kiss for a moment. I looked just long enough to see if there was plenty of room for me to lay Alexandria there. I noticed she looked at them too. Perhaps taking note of the others would keep her from feeling so exposed, since this was her first time. I slid my fingers from her wet heat. At her groan of protest, I whispered, “Hang on, my love.” I pulled her against me and lifted her until her feet left the floor. In a few short steps, I set her curvy, perfect ass on the table. I kissed her again before she could question my actions. Her cheeks were pink. I felt her flushed heat. As I leaned her back until she lay on the table, I continued my assault on her lips. But it was now other lips I wished to taste. With my hand on her chest, I eased up but subtly asked that she remain reclined. I waited a moment to see if she was going to reject the idea, but Alexandria remained quiet and acquiescing. I spread her legs open and bent her knees, then removed the small hint of pink lace panties.

  “You won’t need these anymore tonight. Maybe ever.” I slipped them into the pocket of my lounging pants. I met her gaze. There was fire and desire and unmistakable need in their depths. Her breaths came out in pants. Holding her gaze, I moved between her legs and slid my thumb into her tightness. She gasped.

  I loved the sounds she made. I loved the way her pussy clenched around me. I placed a hand on her thigh and caressed her, making tiny, featherlike touches with my fingertips. Then I put my mouth on her.

  She shuddered beneath me and let out an inarticulate sound. Her reaction, the shifting of her hips, the way her hands were suddenly lost in my hair—it was all pure, unadulterated response, so genuine it left me wondering when the last time a warm tongue had tasted her there. I replaced my thumb with my tongue, and I fucked her with it. In, out, around, in, out. In less than a minute, she was squirming beneath me. Fearing she might try to get away, I cupped her ass and held her to me as I devoured her pussy as if it was a rare delicacy, which to me, it was. I couldn’t stop. Her tangy taste was everything I’d been searching for. Her wet heat was life sustaining. I drank her in like a man dying of thirst. I filled her as deeply as I could with my tongue and used my lips to tease her clit. I think she would have come off the table if I hadn’t been holding on to her.

  Her shudders rippled through me, vibrating up my arms and down my throat. She came so genuinely, so realistically. I felt the energy build in her. I tasted it. I loved it. The sounds she uttered were unrehearsed. She was the indisputable partner I’d searched for so long. Not that I hadn’t enjoyed playing with other women here at the Castle. And I’d always enjoyed group play. Still, none of my earlier experiences had prepared me for the real reaction from the woman I now had at my disposal. I wanted to give her pure pleasure, and I wanted it to last all night.

  She gripped my arms in her hands as I cupped her sweet ass cheeks and held her closer to my mouth. Her nails dug into my skin as orgasmic waves crashed through her body along with her cries of pleasure that echoed throughout the large room.

  I wished the pleasure could last all night, but fuck, I couldn’t last another minute. I let go of her with one hand for only as long as it took to slip open the fly of the lounging pants I wore. I needed to feel with my cock the convulsions that were moving through her tight, hot pussy. I was hard as a rock—had been since the moment I saw her wearing her next-to-nothing camisole and she’d slid her hand into mine. Just as I had been every moment when I’d watched her from a distance or thought about her. I was glad we’d had that little condom discussion, because I don’t think I could have used any type of barrier with her and survived. Now that I was this close, I needed to feel this woman…

  Hell, I needed to feel every inch of her. I pressed into her. Instantly I was lost in her heat, in her tight, wet perfection. At my invasion, she let out another loud gasp. Unbelievably she tightened more on me. I still cupped her ass and pulled her to me as I thrust into her deeper, harder, faster.

  Suddenly she was sitting up, her arms locked around my neck. She held me and used me for leverage as she rocked her hips in a rhythm that matched mine thrust for thrust, like I hoped I rocked her world. I held her as if she was my lifeline and the two of us were caught in a turbulent sea. While the mask she wore hid the top half of her face, I could see the rest of her was flushed with excitement. Her skin was tinted an absolutely beautiful rose color. Her gaze met mine, and I couldn’t look away. If I didn’t know better, I’d think a volcano was erupting behind the dark brown of her eyes, complete with thunderclouds and lightning flashing. Her breath was warm when she panted and only added to the fuel that set a fire burning in both of us. I slammed my mouth onto hers, wanting to connect with her in every possible way. I thrust my tongue into her mouth as I pressed my cock into her pussy. A moment later, she broke the kiss. I didn’t force her back. I just held her tighter, pressing myself against the edge of the table. She wrapped her legs completely around me. Then she held me tight, her breasts against my chest, her thighs against mine. Her cries of pleasure near my ear were hot on the skin of my neck as her lower half tightened around me. She strangled my cock with her climax. I could swear fireworks went off in the room as I came with her. I no longer knew where I ended and she began. All I knew was that our world split in half with the intensity of it.

  I chuckled silently to myself. All that with just a little vanilla sex on the round table. I wondered what kind of nuclear reaction would occur when or if she let me try something truly kinky. I suspected I could drive her insane with something as simple as a feather. I wondered how she might react to the caress of leather.

  Chapter Four

  Alexandria

  I worked to breathe, then once I caught my breath, I worked on regulating it. My heart raced, and I was surprised it was still beating in the aftermath of the explosion he’d set off in me. Never—and I mean never—had I ever had anything like he just gave me. Never had I had that kind of an experience, that sort of a sexual tsunami, with another lover before. Not even the boyfriend who’d first introduced me to a bit of kink. Between his mouth, his hands, and his dick my insides were zinging as if he’d somehow managed to plug me into an outlet. I worked to hold on to him, feeling as if every ounce of strength was fluttering out of me, and if I let go, I’d fall into an abyss from which I’d never again find my way out. I can’t remember the last time I’d exerted so much energy at once. I doubt running a marathon would even come close. Nor could I remember ever feeling an orgasm like that be
fore. Sparks were still flying through me. If I didn’t know better, I’d think every atom in my body had just split in two.

  Molded against his chest, I felt his heart beat with mine. His lips were still pressed against my shoulder, and I think he might have bitten me as he came. My face was still pressed against his shoulder. The cotton of his shirt was soft against my cheek. His mysterious scent was stronger, and it worked to calm me. Who he was was no longer a pressing concern of mine, as long as he never let me go, never pushed me away, and continued to take me to the edge of the world with his touch. Raven. Raven. His name echoed through my brain. He was the part of me I never knew I’d needed until now.

  Then the world came crashing in.

  The sounds of clapping started and grew. There was an audience, and they applauded. They applauded us, and the show we’d just given them. I opened my eyes.

  I tried to pull away. Shit, all these people just watched me fuck like a crazy woman, like a woman who hadn’t had any sex in a long time. Which I hadn’t. But still. All these people had seen my fat, naked ass and my deprived, needy pussy and probably the kangaroo pouch roll around my middle that was getting harder and harder to work off. Damn. For maybe three long seconds, I needed to slither away and hide.

  “Relax.”

  His single whispered word at my ear was gruff. He held me tighter.

  “But—” I so needed to hide. Then I realized they applauded. Which wasn’t like they gaped or snickered or pointed or laughed. The applause died down. Some people moved away.

  “Don’t move. Just let me hold you. I need to hold you.”

  Wow, his dick still filled me. And twitched. Amazing. I bit my lip and sucked in a breath but wasn’t able to fight down the shiver that slithered through me. I didn’t resist. After all, his arms were still around me, his hands were pressed against my back, and his chest molded against my front all felt damn wonderful. This was about as far from now roll over and go to sleep as it could get.

  “And don’t worry about anyone else. They will not judge you. They saw what we gave to each other as something beautiful. It was why they applauded. Besides, they’ve been a little worried over me not participating, so they were probably pretty happy to see me with you. Before the night is over, we will probably applaud some of them. Can you deny the fact that doing this with others watching was exciting?”

  “No.” It had been absolutely amazing, in fact. I looked around and saw three other couples, two on other parts of the table where I sat and one against the nearby wall, all fucking as if we had instigated the motion. Two of the women met my gaze as I watched them and smiled back as if to say thank you.

  Yes, at first it had sent my heart reeling with the idea of people seeing me fuck him. But now that it was done and I was in the aftermath, I knew I had really liked it and would love to do it again.

  “You haven’t been participating?”

  “No, only watching while I waited for you. But first, before we move on to watch or applaud anyone else…”

  He pressed his still-hard dick farther into me. I gasped. He held me tight with one arm. With his other hand, he reached up and gently grasped my chin and forced me to meet his gaze.

  I smiled, since it looked like I was getting my wish and getting to do it again.

  “I want to do this again, only slower. I want to take my time, explore every inch of you, touch every bit of you, and I want to watch the burning in your eyes while I do it.”

  If I didn’t know better, I’d think my heart and soul turned into melted, gooey chocolate. The man really should have been a poet. Behind the mask, his eyes were dark and shining. What I could see of his face was high in color, his lips full from kissing me.

  My lips tingled with the need to feel more kisses from him. I drew in a breath and looked around. The audience we’d had had dissipated. Couples were back to doing their own thing. A few feet away, two people kissed as if there was nothing else in the world except the two of them.

  “If you want to watch them because it turns you on, then do. Otherwise, look only at me.”

  I met his gaze. And felt no need to look anywhere else.

  Then I did feel his kiss as he slowly shifted his hips.

  His kiss was slow, exploring. He moved his hips just as slow. In. Out. In. Deeper. Out. In. Keeping his fingertips on my face, he broke the kiss, staring into my eyes with an intensity that burned his mark into my soul. I suddenly felt more exposed than I had moments before, knowing that everyone in the room had seen me with my legs spread. I thought he could see every secret, every heartbreak, every relationship that hadn’t worked out—I was beginning to suspect they hadn’t worked out for me because the sex hadn’t been what I’d needed. And I discovered that I didn’t care. I didn’t care if others saw me getting fucked by him. Because with the way he thrust back into me, I knew he wanted me despite my past, despite my bigger hips, despite the rolls I’d let become a part of me as I sat hour after hour, devoting myself to saving kids.

  There was no more doubt in my mind when he gently caressed my face and said, “You are so beautiful.”

  He never paused in fucking me, but he let go of me enough to draw the camisole over my head. The only thing I was left wearing was the pink bra I’d bought and saved for this occasion. I was so glad now I hadn’t completely chickened out. This was what had been missing from my life!

  He looked at my breasts. “Yes, beautiful. That might be the sexiest garment I’ve ever seen. I think I’ll keep it along with the panties.” He reached around and expertly unhooked it. When he straightened up, he took the bra with him, leaving me completely naked.

  “Ah, even better.”

  Caught in his warm gaze, I felt far from cold. He filled me. His touch, his kiss, his huge dick in me made me feel bold, brazen—made me feel tougher than the woman facing the hardest judge. “If you take them, I’ll have nothing to wear.” I reached out and, at a snail’s pace, started undoing the buttons on his shirt. If I was naked, he could be too.

  “I like that idea.” He leaned down and sucked on my nipple.

  I gasped and felt my insides contract.

  He chuckled. “Pretty. And sensitive. I like that.”

  He sucked the other and stayed there, driving me crazy with the unhurried thrusting of his perfect cock. I finally managed to get his shirt open, revealing a chest that was lightly covered with dark hair. Perfect. Beautifully sculptured. Except for the scar that cut across it at a diagonal that went from just below his left collarbone to a few inches below his right nipple.

  I stared at the scar, wondering what the hell might have happened to him to have left such a hideous imperfection behind. I traced my finger along its path. He took my hand and stopped me, lacing his fingers between mine. When I met his gaze, I saw an odd mixture there. Loathing, anger, perhaps even a hint of fear, and a great deal of determination.

  “Don’t ask. Don’t look at my scars.”

  Scars? Plural?

  “Just touch me.” He placed my palm on his chest.

  I felt his hardness. I felt his softness. I felt his heart beating. His warmth swirled through me. “I would love to.” Hell, that was the biggest understatement to ever leave my lips. I wanted to never stop touching him. I wanted to kiss him all over. I wanted to slide my tongue over him. I had no idea who he was, and yet I felt I would know him—his scent, his taste, his touch, his heat—if I walked into a crowded room blindfolded.

  I kept my hands pressed to his chest, felt his heart beat.

  He kept his hands on my breasts, his caresses as glorious as the movements of his hips as he took me to a place I’d never reached before.

  Our second orgasm was reached together and was just as intense, although different. Less hurried, and yet more striking because I was lost in his gaze when the passion swallowed us.

  Afterward, as we worked to catch our breath, he held me again. I slipped my hands beneath the shirt he still wore and held him, my hands on his bare back beneath the soft fabri
c.

  And yes, I felt his scars. Plural. They made a crisscross texture across his back.

  Many scars.

  I held him as close to me as was physically possible.

  Chapter Five

  Raven

  I was afraid to move.

  She was as close to me as possible. I was still inside her. I’d dreamed of this moment so many times, from practically the first time I’d seen her. I could hardly believe this was real, that this was actually happening. I had been terrified that the audience, the applause, would scare her away. And it almost had. If I had let her go, I’m sure she would have been gone.

  But she wasn’t. She was in my arms. Where she belonged. While I realized we might at some time move on to exploring and maybe partaking in some of the wilder things others did here—wild things I enjoyed doing, things that involved maybe leather and rope—I also realized we didn’t need to. What I’d just shared with her was simple, easy, and so vanilla. Yet it had rocked my world like nothing else ever had.

  I wanted to hold her the rest of the night. And I planned to do just that, take her to a nearby sofa and feel her close to me. We could shower first. I could soap her down. Yes, that would be perfect. We could hold each other until eight in the morning. We could share breakfast in the dining hall. Yes.