Invitation to Pleasure: Open Invitation, Book 2 (10 page)

 
    
“Visit three rooms of your choice. I’ll be
watching you.”

 
    
Was she to indulge herself in the three
rooms? With another man? By herself? Would she find
him
in one of those rooms doing another woman? A sick feeling swept
through her midriff. Not even a month ago, she’d told herself she wouldn’t let
the notion bother her. Now, she prayed that wasn’t what he’d planned for their
evening. No, he wouldn’t do that. Visiting the rooms was part of the game, the
titillation. Brett wanted her to watch other people, wanted her achingly hot
and bothered by the time he revealed himself. She wouldn’t allow her thoughts
to get in the way of their mutual pleasure.

 
    
She tucked the note into the beaded purse
at her waist. He had thought of everything, even a place to stash her license
and car key. Three rooms to visit. Then he was hers.

 
    
She turned left down the hall, strolling
past the orgy room. Been there, seen that. Because she couldn’t go around, she
stepped over the feet of a woman on her knees performing oral sex in the middle
of the hallway. The man’s groans filled the air, and Virginia’s chiffon
suddenly felt scratchy, rubbing her nipples to peaks and making her feel...hot
and bothered.

 
    
Something ahead tooted, like a train
whistle. The Train Depot. She dodged a couple making out, her skirt brushing
the male backside. She was sure he liked it, the faint touch of strangers
passing by, the electricity pulsing around them, the knowledge that everyone
could see his tongue down his partner’s throat and her hand in the open zipper
of his pants.

 
    
The train whistled at Virginia once more,
and she glanced through a gap in the onlookers. Inside, only two walls were
mirrored and half the ceiling. A plywood mock-up of a train depot filled an
entire wall, complete with painted figures dressed in Victorian clothing. She
found herself sucked inside the room by the press of bodies. An oral train was
taking off just as she was pressed onto the makeshift depot platform. Naked
bodies squirmed on the floor. A woman on her back, a man on elbows and knees,
his face buried in her pussy, his legs splayed over another woman as she sucked
his cock, and between her thighs, a female head bobbing. On and on it went in a
human train pulling ten cars. Bright clothing, naked flesh, private parts
exposed.

 
    
Virginia plastered herself to the painted
wall. The room was close and filled with the aroma of come and arousal, but
what set her skin humming was that within all the scents, she smelled him,
Brett, musky, hot, salty. Like the taste of his come on her tongue. She
couldn’t see him, yet she knew he was watching her.

 
    
In front of the mirror, another train
started, this one with full penetration. It gathered speed with gusto, a cock
in a vagina, a woman with a dildo strapped to her waist impaling the man in
front of her. It was fascinating in a horrifying way.

 
    
A beckoning hand emerged from the oral
train. God only knew who it belonged to in the mass of writhing bodies.
Virginia plunged for the door. While she was moist from the underside of her
breasts to between her legs, she didn’t do trains.

 
    
In the hallway, she caught her breath. The
crowd grew thinner the farther into the depths of the huge mansion she went, as
if the guests got mired in the first rooms they came to. She wondered if
peeking into a room counted as one of the three she was supposed to visit. She
opened a closed door—no one said closed doors were taboo—saw all men. Yes, the
peek counted. Air wafted over her as she shut the door, and with it came
Brett’s unique scent again, brushing the back of her neck. He was there behind
her. Following. Dogging her every step.

 
    
And she remembered the night of her
bachelorette party. Brett hadn’t just been at The Sex Club that night, he’d
followed her from room to room. He was the man she’d sensed behind her. That
night, she’d performed for him. Why she hadn’t realized it before, she couldn’t
say. Maybe she’d been afraid to contemplate the consequences.

 
    
Just as she hadn’t turned to find her
watcher that night, Virginia didn’t turn now. Titillation wasn’t in The Train
Depot. It was behind her in the man who stalked her. It was in the scent of sex
that shuddered from his pores. That was the moment her body came fully to life,
the moment her nipples ached for his mouth, her clitoris throbbed for the rough
swipe of his tongue, and her core dripped for his possession.

 
    
One more room to visit, and he was hers to
do with as she wished. Virginia turned abruptly into the next door she came to.
No one clogged the entry, and at first it appeared to be nothing more than a
workout room. Then she saw the workout they were giving each other. One man,
one woman. She was spread above his face, clutching the bar above her for
support. He lay on his back on a bench. The weights lay immobile as he gripped
her buttocks and held her to his mouth.

 
    
Her legs trembling, Virginia closed her
eyes and imagined imitating the position with Brett. She could almost feel his
tongue enter her, the lap and suck of his mouth, the clench of her thigh
muscles as she steadied herself for his intimate foray. She clung to the wall
to hold herself upright, the woman’s keening wails echoing in the room.

 
    
Her hand restlessly stroked her abdomen,
the need to lift her skirt and caress herself humming through her blood. This
was what Brett wanted, her need so unbearable that she’d do anything. The best,
however, was yet to come. When Brett finally revealed himself in the throng of
strangers.

 
    
She stumbled from the room, her eyes
darting through the guests heading her way. People were moving on, looking for
new excitement. When would Brett come to her and extinguish the fire burning in
her? Her mind spilled over with the image of him shoving her dress to her waist
and taking her in the middle of the hallway with the crowd all around them. She
wanted it, badly. Her feet were unsteady in the high heels. Her legs didn’t
seem to work the way she wanted them to, and her vision blurred around the
fringes.

 
    
Someone bumped her, and she fell against
the wall, bringing her hand up to the hardwood paneling to catch herself. She
was at the edge of an alcove, and for a moment she thought about ducking in
just to catch her breath.

 
    
Through a gap in the alcove’s curtain, she
saw a couple kissing as if they were the only two people in the world. He
cupped her face with a sort of worship, his knees dipping as he took her mouth.
The woman’s black jacket and camel-colored skirt were circumspect enough for
work, yet the scene was anything but. His hands slid down to lift the hem. When
he finally touched her between her legs, she moaned, deeply, overcome.

 
    
“Christ, I want you so goddamn much.”

 
    
Right next to the alcove, Virginia heard
more than desire in his voice, more than need for a mere physical joining. She
heard his soul in his words.

 
    
He lifted the woman and pulled her legs to
his waist. Bracing her against the wall, he entered her with a reverent thrust
Virginia felt all the way to her womb.

 
    
Virginia wanted that feeling, that emotion,
a man that needed her that badly. She wanted Brett to need her that badly. With
the sliver of light through the curtain, she couldn’t see the woman’s face,
only the man’s, filled with something so profound it could only be called love,
making the tableau all the more potent. For a moment she
was
that woman and the recipient of all his desire. His words
flowed over her, inside her, took her as he took his lover, over and over.

 
    
“God, I love you. I’m so fucking in love
with you.”

 
    
After the purely sexual heat in the workout
room, those beautiful words were her undoing. Virginia leaned back against the
wall, closed her eyes, and pressed her thighs together as an orgasm rolled over
her and dragged her under.

* * * * *

 
    
Brett watched as Virginia came without a
touch. It was the most humbling sight he’d ever experienced. He hadn’t caused
it, wasn’t a part of it. Yet he exulted in having found a woman so passionate
that her body could take over her mind so completely.

 
    
He’d never wanted a woman so badly in his
life. Every room she visited, each expression on her face, the subtle,
tantalizing changes in her scent and her body, all had driven him higher. His
cock pounded as if it were an entity all on its own. Demanding. Compelling.
Unstoppable.

 
    
What had she felt as she watched the couple
behind the curtain? He sensed it was far more than a sex act for her, yet he
didn’t comprehend the
more
of it.
He’d thought she needed witnesses to her feminine power, but this was something
else entirely. He vowed he would figure it out. That’s what this night was all
about. Discovering what made Virginia come undone.

 
    
Ten feet and a gaggle of guests separated
them. Even as he watched, a man approached her. Brett growled low in his
throat. Without feeling his feet move, he grabbed the guy’s hand just as it
reached for Virginia’s tight nipple.

 
    
“She’s mine.”

 
    
“Sorry, old boy. Thought she was a free
agent.” The man, somewhere in his midthirties, looked pointedly at Brett’s
white knuckles around his hand. Brett dropped it as if it were a searing ember.
He realized with a little extra pressure, his grip would break bones.

 
    
Virginia finally opened her eyes just as
her wannabe partner backed away, keeping a wary gaze on Brett.

 
    
“Brett?” She blinked twice as if to regain
her faculties.

 
    
“He was going to touch you without your
permission.” Yeah, that was his mission, to make sure she was touched only when
she wanted to be.

 
    
He wanted her now, like this, still dazed
from what she’d seen, her body in control rather than her mind. Her pupils were
dilated while her lids were slumberous. He wanted to put his lips to the
flushed skin of her shoulders, drag her bodice down to give her nipples up to
his touch. He wanted to drive his cock so far up inside her that she came with
the first thrust.

 
    
“Do
I
have your permission?” He held out his hand, waiting.

 
    
She trustingly put her hand in his. “Yes.”

 
    
He needed no more encouragement. He pulled
her flush up against his side and wrapped her beneath his arm. She stumbled, he
held tight. At the next alcove, he swept aside the curtain. A woman squeaked.
Stifling his irritation, he shrugged his shoulders in apology.

 
    
He led Virginia to another recess. This
time he only moved aside a corner. Occupied. Again. He checked two more
curtains.

 
    
Need boiled over. “I can’t find an empty
one, dammit.”

 
    
“It doesn’t matter,” Virginia soothed.

 
    
“It goddamn matters.” He realized how out
of control he sounded, like a wild man, and he didn’t care. “The next one,
don’t worry.”

 
    
At the far end of the hall, he found what
he wanted and dragged Virginia inside, yanking the curtain closed behind them.
Bending his knees, he skimmed both hands beneath her skirt, slid two fingers
inside her with unerring accuracy, then buried his face at her throat.
Breathing her in, deeply, he savored the feel of her pussy even as a spurt of
frustration burrowed beneath his ribs at the fact that he wasn’t the one who’d
made her wet.

 
    
He pushed her against the paneling. “Do you
know how badly I want you?”

 
    
He felt her shake her head.

 
    
Though still working her beneath the dress,
he pulled back. “I could have—” He stopped. He could have what? Killed the guy
for touching her? It was extreme, but that’s exactly what he wanted to give
Virginia. Extreme emotion, a fantasy to fuel their pleasure. “I could have
killed him.”