7 Days of Seduction (3 page)

He laughed, a deep chuckle that rumbled in his throat, and he let her capture him. She sucked on his tongue, as she had Sam's shaft the other night. The memory tightened her breasts. He clenched her nipples, tweaking them hard enough to cause pain that morphed into pleasure. Her pussy flooded with heat and moisture, an ache that'd intensified since her dream. Hell, since Friday night.

As if reading her body, Hunter stepped back, left her panting. "Hang on a minute, Ash."

He opened the shower door, leaned over and grabbed a towel and a condom package. He turned away and a minute later tossed the towel and empty foil pack out then shut the door. When he turned back around, he'd sheathed his cock in bright orange.

Ashley stared then smiled, remembering the Smurf dick from the video. "Are you always so colorful?"

"I think sex should be colorful in all ways." He pulled her back into his arms, lifted her and thrust his erection all the way into her slit like magic.

"Oh, Jesus." Ashley grabbed his shoulders and stared into his midnight blue eyes. The fullness of him strained her insides. If he moved, she'd explode. But damn, he felt good. She rocked back and forth on her tiptoes to encourage him.

But colorful had many connotations, not all of them good. "What did you mean by ‘colorful'?"

"Something a little different, out of the ordinary. Colorful condoms, intriguing or fun positions." He thrust into her, unhurried. "New experiences. Do you like to try new things, Ash?"

He worked his way back to her nipples, tweaking harder than last time. She hissed as the nips of pain grew sharper, shot down to the place where his cock worked her and became part of the exciting tempo spiraling upward. She could hardly keep her mind on his question she was so distracted by the sensations flooding her body.

"What have you tried, besides straight sex and fellatio? Do you like getting your pussy eaten?" He pulled her right leg up over his hip and thrust harder, driving deeper into her core.

"Aah." She couldn't help but moan. He burrowed his thick shaft through her as if he wanted to come out the other side. "Mmm. Oh…oh…only did it once." Ash couldn't breathe and he was doing all the work.

"Did you like it?" He drove in, ground his hips.

"No."

"Did you come?"

"No." But damn if she wasn't going to soon.

He chuckled and eased off pumping and slipped out of her. "We'll have to try again."

Aching for the orgasm that had slipped away, Ash wasn't sure if he meant now or some other time. "Sam said we had a
ménage a trois
the other night. Does that count as colorful?"

Hunter smiled and spun them around so the water cascaded over his back. He bent her backwards until he sucked her nipple into his mouth. As he grazed it with his teeth, more pain-pleasure sparked to her empty channel. He sent his fingers to twist and tweak, replacing the torment of his mouth. "I don't count Friday night as much of a ménage. You were too wasted."

Ashley nodded and stretched back over his arm. "I was so drunk you could probably have fucked me in the ass and I wouldn't have noticed."

"Really? Now that is colorful."

Ashley pulled herself up and stared at him. The interested tone in his voice coupled with the arched eyebrows and curious gleam in his eyes made his statement seem ominous.

She shook her head and took a step back. Tried to take a step back. He made sure she wasn't going anywhere. "Nope. Sorry, Hunter. That's too colorful for me."

"Are you sure?" He ran a hand over her ass and squeezed, making her gasp.

"Positive."

"You've never even experimented a little?"

She shook her head and tried again to step away from him, but the hand he cupped her butt with pulled her toward him. He slid the other one down into the moistness of her slit, stroking deep with two fingers until she moaned and clung to him. The fire raged again. Then his fingers were gone and his dick slammed into her again. He lifted her leg up onto his hip and pounded into her cunt with the intensity she had seen on the video.

It feels even better than it looked.

Ashley's head rolled back. "Yes, yes. This is it. Don't stop." He filled every crevice and still she needed more.

"You coming, babe?"

"Almost."

"Good. Here we go." He pumped impossibly deep.

Ashley moaned, poised on the brink of orgasm.

He slid his finger into her asshole.

Her jaw dropped and her eyes flew open wide, but before she could protest, his tongue filled her mouth, pistoning in and out, mimicking the thrusting in her pussy and ass. It didn't hurt much, especially after the first couple of pushes, and the sensations that fired from one hole to the other stoked her inner fire to a raging flame. He wiggled his finger.

She came everywhere. Orgasms shook her ass and pussy. With a shriek into his mouth, she sagged against him. She barely heard his muffled, "Fuckin' ay," as he spasmed deep within her.

Her limbs disjointed like a ragdoll, she clung to him and panted, only now aware of the water beating down on them. It was getting cooler; they had better get out.

He eased his finger out of her ass, but the little puckered hole had never taken such attention before. "Ouch. That hurt."

"Sorry. It's better with real lubricant, although your pussy cream did well." He nuzzled her neck. "You did great, Ash."

"I said I didn't want to do that."

"You said you had never experimented. And now you have. What do you think?" He kissed her once more then left her propped against the shower wall and grabbed the body wash. He lathered himself all over, making a show of peeling off the condom and washing his cock. A quick rinse and he shut off the water.

"Let's get out of here before we prune." He stepped out, snatched her towel and dried her off, then used it on himself. She pulled her robe on, avoiding his eyes.

He shook water out of his ear. "So, are you going to kick me out?"

She jerked her head up to stare at his face, handsome, sexy, and dangerous. "No. Why would I kick you out?"

"Because you didn't like what I did. What we did." He started to dress again. She hated to lose sight of all that beautiful skin.

"No, it's not that I didn't like it. I don't know if I did or not." She hedged the question. But didn't want to admit that she'd liked it. Who knew where such an admission might lead?

"Did you come good?"

His question surprised her. None of her other lovers had ever asked that. Not even Sam. "Well, yeah. I'd rate it a fan-fucking-tastic orgasm."

"And you liked coming that good?" He pulled his white polo over his head and tugged it down.

"Well, yeah."

"Then I think you pretty much liked it."

"It hurt."

"That goes away."

She cocked her head at him. "You know this from experience?"

He grinned and shook his head. "So I've been told. From very reliable sources."

"You wouldn't want me to stick my finger in your butt then?"

He raised his eyebrows and that curious gleam returned. "Is that an offer?"

Ashley's arms tingled, and her heartbeat sped up. Did she want to do that to him? Before she could open her mouth, he crossed to her and sealed it with his.

Finally, he released her lips. "Think about it, Ash. We should go out this week, see how ‘colorful' and creative we can be. If we make it all the way to Friday night without one of us wanting to call it quits, I would love to celebrate our one week anniversary by popping your anal cherry."

"What?" He was outrageous. "I can tell you right now, Hunter, that's not going to happen."

"You don't think I can convince you? I promise I'll make the convincing part fun. Come on, Ash. I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to. Scout's honor."

He held up three fingers in the Boy Scout salute.

"How do I know you were ever a Boy Scout?"

He kissed her deeply once more and Ashley's insides melted into a gooey puddle. "Just trust me?"

She nodded, not knowing if she'd made the right decision, but understanding she wanted to make it.

"What time do you get off work tomorrow?"

"At five. I get home about 5:30. Why?"

"Because I want us to have dinner tomorrow night. Can I meet you here at six?"

"Sure. Where are we going?"

"Here. We're eating here. And I'll bring everything."

Strange that he wanted to help in the meal preparation. Had she landed a chef? "You don't want to go out?"

"With what we're going to eat, babe, I don't think you'll want to be out in public." He chuckled, squeezed her breast and slipped out the door leaving Ashley with an open mouth and an already growing ache.

Day 3

Hungry Eyes

Nothing but lust on her mind.

By 4:30 Monday afternoon, Ashley had to admit she was completely distracted by thoughts of Hunter Hopewell and their date.

Instead of the stack of student records she should be correlating, she saw only his taut, naked body as it pounded into her. Trying to relive the incredible orgasm he had given her, she'd worked herself into a frenzy. At lunch, she'd had to run into the bathroom and relieve the gnawing tension in her pussy. Masturbation had taken the edge off, but hadn't lasted ‘til the end of the day. Now she throbbed at the thought of their dinner and his hints at what they were going to ‘eat.'

He might be an arrogant son-of-a-bitch, but God, he was a damned good lay. After yesterday's bone-shattering climax, she should've been sated for at least a week. Had he shoved his dick in so far it had permanently turned her libido on?

With a groan Ash shut her computer down, grabbed her purse and left. It might be a bit early, but Dr. Hawthorne had left at noon for a conference in
L.A.
She'd come in before eight tomorrow to make up the time when she could concentrate on her job. Assuming Hunter's attentions tonight would satisfy her needs at last and let her think about something other than his incredibly talented dick.

* * * *

"Hi, Ash." The low, sexy voice started a trickle of goose bumps down her arm as she held the screen door open for Hunter. His mouth curled into a smile as he slid past her and juggled two large paper bags in his arms to plant a kiss on her cheek. "The kitchen's through here, right?"

The touch of his lips set her cheek aflame and sent a throb down to her impatient pussy. The man should not have this effect on her. She was heading for trouble and she knew it, but could do nothing to stop it. The door slammed closed as she hurried after him.

He thumped the bags down on the blue and white tiled island and started to pull out cartons labeled Henri Veronique, the best French bistro in town.

"I thought you were cooking tonight."

Hunter chuckled, shook his head and continued to empty the bags onto the counter. "I said I would bring everything, Ash, not cook it." His voice dropped another octave. "Why waste time cooking when there are much more interesting things to do?"

She caught her breath. Suddenly food seemed far from important. Her whole body twitched with the urge to run her hands over his smooth, muscular torso.
Well, why not?
She moved behind him, slid her hands underneath his shirt at the waist and ran them slowly up his chest. The feel of soft skin over hard muscle made her stomach twist. She laid her head on his back, wishing his shirt a thousand miles away. When her fingers reached his peaked nipples, she moaned and ground her hips against his ass. If she couldn't feel more skin soon she would tear his clothes off herself.

"Ashley, what are you doing?"

She barely heard him and didn't bother to answer, simply started to pull his shirt up over his head. Next thing she knew, her arms were pinned behind her back and she stared into ominous dark blue eyes less than an inch from hers.

"What are you doing, Ashley?"

Her need was too great to worry about niceties. "I want you."

"I want you too, but dinner is first on the agenda tonight."

"Can't dinner be optional?"

Perhaps she shouldn't push him. His grip on her wrists hurt and his eyes weren't kind at all. But her pussy clenched at the thought of a long dinner hour that could be put to better use.

"No, you need to eat to give you energy for later." At least she liked the sound of that. "And I'm starved. So first we eat and then…" His mouth descended granite hard onto hers. The fierceness of his kiss should have scared her, but she reveled in its ruthlessness. Excited by the new sensation of a man who wouldn't let her have it all her way, Ashley relaxed against him, resigned to wait until after they ate if it meant more kisses like this one.

Hunter tugged on her lower lip then released both her mouth and hands. "Come on." The ragged need in his husky voice dampened her panties. "Get plates out so we can enjoy the food while it's still hot."

Food wasn't the only hot thing in the kitchen tonight.