Stassi grumbled as she repositioned herself on the sofa, her left leg extended in front, her right leg bent to the side. Her muscles twitched and stretched with each move she made as her life’s constant stress overtook her body. Day in and day out she was reminded of what a failure she was. As a person. A friend. Other things… This house, a gorgeous mansion tucked away in one of the elite neighborhoods in Houston that housed private parties, was her safe place. The one place she found solace. She could be herself here. Nobody knew her, and best of all, nobody gave a shit. She’d throw on her sexiest black dress and purple mask, standard dress code for these nights, show up, come, and then go home. It was perfect. At least it had been until tonight.

She adjusted her mask and took a deep breath. Forget it all, Stassi. Just feel it. Feel it… Her eyes fell shut as her fingertips trailed from the inside of her knee up her inner thigh. The sensual sounds of the saxophone blared into the room and wrapped its arms around her in a naughty, erotic embrace. She nestled her cheek into the soft fabric of the couch and opened her eyes just in time to see Lacey bend over in front of Cameron. Her breath caught in her throat and her sex clenched with that familiar, delicious ache as Cameron buried his face in Lacey’s pussy, his fingers kneading the fleshy parts of her ass.

Stassi pulled her skirt over her hips until it bunched around her waist, the cool air doing delightful things to her skin. She dipped her fingers into her sensitive flesh and let out a whimper. Fuck that feels good… Stassi never felt sexier than when she pleasured herself. There was something incredibly empowering about touching her skin, feeling the way her body reacted, puckered nipples and wet pussy. The raw sexual energy people emitted when their bodies shook, when moans slipped through parted lips, their palms or fingers working in a furious effort to get themselves off. She was just about to slide her fingers inside when Cameron abruptly picked Lacey up and carried her off. Dammit!

She clenched her eyes shut and tried to pull up some sort of fantasy to help her along, but it was pointless. She groaned and sat up on the couch, pulling her skirt back down. Her thoughts wouldn’t cut it. She needed a visual. It was the reason she came to these damn parties in the first place. If she could simply conjure up a dirty scene in her head she wouldn’t be in this predicament. She’d be at home, naked, panting and satiated beneath damp sheets.

What she really needed was a new partner in crime. She refused to see Chris anymore, and thankfully he’d finally gotten the message and stopped calling. Chris and Stassi had never had an actual relationship. They played together at the parties, only the parties, and that was it. But something lately had her feeling uneasy when she was around him. She’d begun to feel used, and she hadn’t the least bit of time for that bullshit, even if the man could fuck her like nobody’s business. Good God could he fuck her… No. The arrangement she had with Chris was over. Time to move on.

She scanned the small crowd in the living room, but nobody caught her fancy. Were there plenty of attractive men and women present? Sure. Clearly they liked the same things she did, otherwise they wouldn’t be there, but none of them filled her with the red hot desire she needed. She wanted somebody who made her skin tingle and burn. Who would get her dripping wet by merely a whisper in her ear, and it didn’t look like anybody here could do the job.

She let out a heavy sigh as she stood, her mind made up on going home to throw on some last resort lesbian porn, grabbing her sex pillow and grinding out an orgasm, when a deep voice caused her to pause.

“Leaving so soon?”

Stassi turned and immediately took a step back. The man who’d gotten her attention smiled and moved toward her. Stassi wasn’t the tallest woman in the land, but she definitely wasn’t short. At five-foot-ten-inches she usually wasn’t too much shorter than the males. However, with the gorgeous man in front of her, she was forced to tilt her neck back so she could look up at him. “Yeah, I think it’s time to go home. Seems like tonight isn’t my night.”

“I find that hard to believe. I think any man or woman here would do whatever you bid if given the chance.”

Stassi grinned and ran her fingers through her hair, then subtly pushed her tits up and out just a bit more. “I can’t imagine that’s true. There are plenty of people who aren’t interested in me.”

“Huh. Fake modesty. Didn’t peg you for the type.”

“You don’t know me.”

“Very true.”

Stassi raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down. He was clearly built, his thighs thick and chest broad. Even in the dim light she could see his muscles move beneath the fabric of his suit as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. His hair was slightly salt and peppered, and his black mask, standard for all men at the parties, accentuated a pair of deeply dark brown eyes. Eyes that, for some reason, seemed entirely too familiar. “And I’m not being modest. It’s simply a fact. We all have different tastes. Certain attributes we find desirable or attractive. We have to. Otherwise we’d all be trying to fuck the same person, and I’m definitely not interested in that.”

The man moved to the other side of the couch, then picked up two glasses of champagne and held one out to her. “Drink?”

Stassi eased forward, one step at a time, then took the flute from his fingers.

“What’s your name, Blondie?”

She hesitated as she took a sip, curious as to how much she should divulge to this man. She didn’t let the people here know her name unless she was positive they’d keep it to themselves. Cameron, Lacey, and Jackson were the only partygoers who knew her besides Chris, and it wasn’t by accident. “Blondie works for now.”

He said nothing as a smirk took over his features, and after a moment he simply nodded. “Blondie it is. So…” He took a seat on the couch and motioned for her to join him. “Do you have a few minutes to chat?”

Stassi weighed her options. Go home and get herself off, or give Mr. Tall, Dark, and Scorching a chance. Or maybe, just maybe, she could combine the two. She needed a new partner, after all, and the man in front of her looked like he’d fit the bill just fine. “I can spare a few minutes.”

She sat and crossed her legs, and was genuinely surprised when his eyes didn’t immediately go to her thighs. Her body was far from perfect, but she worked damn hard for her shapely legs, and the fact he didn’t seem to notice did more than chip away at her ego. “I haven’t seen you here before. Are you new to the parties?”

He seemed to think on her question for a moment before answering. “I’ve known about them for a while, been around a few times, but to be honest they aren’t really for me.”

“What do you mean they aren’t for you?”

“You know, not my thing.” He shrugged and looked around. “Nothing wrong with it by any means. It’s sexy, tempting, maybe even a little forbidden. I can see why people love it. It just isn’t something that particularly gets me going.”

Stassi nodded and tried to imagine a life where watching people have crazy hot sex wasn’t someone’s thing. It wasn’t a life she wanted to live in, that was for damn sure. “Fair enough. Then why are you here?”

“I came because I needed something different. I stayed because I saw you. Alone. For once.”

Stassi raised an eyebrow at his eluding to Chris. Clearly he’d attended the parties a time or two more than he’d let on. Fascinating. “Ah, yes. Well, I am alone.”

“Where’s your usual playmate?”

“Don’t know, don’t care.” Stassi raised an eyebrow and brushed her hair over her shoulder. “Why? Are you interested in taking over?”

He said nothing for a moment, then ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “So what if I am?”

Stassi’s sex clenched at his words. The man was intense. It wasn’t so much what he said as how he said it. No desperation. No pretense. He didn’t even really flirt. Just laid it all out there. Smooth. Direct. And fucking hot as hell. “If you are, then we can go to one of the rooms and see what happens. Clearly I find you attractive, or I wouldn’t be sitting here, but I’m sure we both know attraction isn’t all there is. If we’re going to do this, we’ll have to have some sexual chemistry. This is where I come to relax, to fulfill that part of my life. I need a man who makes me wet the second I think of him. Someone who challenges me. Who isn’t afraid to go there with me. Someone who’s…raw. Those things can’t be tweaked or adjusted. They just are.” Stassi raised an eyebrow at her empty champagne glass, but before she could move to get another, he was directly in front of her. She leaned back against the armrest of the couch, the movement causing her to slide a little beneath him.

“Open your mouth,” he murmured.

Stassi’s rapid breaths caused her breasts to push against the fabric of her top, and she had a wild fantasy about him grabbing the material and ripping it the fuck off with his teeth. Savage and unrelenting. Like an animal. It brought out a side of her she didn’t often see. The Stassi who wanted to be told what to do. Ordered. But as sexy as he was, it wasn’t going to be that damn easy. He needed to earn it. “Make me.”

His expression remained serious, his gaze never leaving her eyes as he slowly bent down and brushed his mouth against hers. He parted it slightly and let his tongue trail a soft, hot path across the seam of her lips. “Open your mouth.”

Stassi shuddered as her nipples hardened painfully beneath her top. “No.”

He switched his glass of champagne to his right hand, and with his left he ran his palm along the curve of her throat, down the center of her trembling chest, and then underneath her skirt. “Open your mouth.”

She held her breath as his long fingers trailed a delicious path along her inner thighs, the bottom of her stomach, over her mound. Everywhere except where she needed it most, and it was driving her fucking crazy. “N…no.”

He removed his hand from beneath her skirt and brought it to his lips, his eyes burning into hers as he placed two fingers inside his mouth and sucked. “I’m only going to tell you one more time, Blondie,” he whispered as he placed his hand over her pussy. “Open. Your. Mouth.”

Stassi gasped as he slid two thick fingers inside her, her back arched as she absorbed the pleasure.

He quickly placed his glass against her lips, poured the remaining bit of champagne into her mouth, and then kissed her. She swallowed it down and kissed him back, his tongue gliding against hers for only the briefest of moments before he pulled away. He slid his fingers into her mouth, and she moaned as the taste of champagne mixed with her arousal.

“Better?”

“Yes.” Stassi ran her hands along his chest, then down to where his hard length pressed against his pants. “Now take me to one of the rooms.”

He stood and grabbed her hand, then led her away from the living room and into the back hallway.

He knows exactly where to go. Hmm. Definitely been here more than he lets on.

He opened the door and motioned for her to enter, but Stassi had other things in mind. She’d let him take control a little bit ago, and while she’d thoroughly enjoyed it, she didn’t plan on making it a habit. “Go ahead.”

He hesitated briefly, then entered the room and turned toward her.

Stassi followed, then closed the door behind her, pressing her back against the cool wood. She began to unbutton her shirt as he watched, his eyes devouring each and every piece of skin as soon as it became visible. “If we’re going to do this, I have rules.”

He chuckled and began to unbuckle his belt. “Rules? Isn’t the entire point of this place not to have any boundaries? Anything goes as long as it’s consensual? You bring up rules and…” He stopped midsentence and stared at Stassi’s bare chest.

“Do you like what you see?” She let the shirt fall off her shoulders and drop to the floor. She took her full breasts in her hands, her fingers grazing the tips of her nipples, then let out a breathy sigh of satisfaction as she gave them a firm pinch. “If you have any desire to put my tits in your mouth, you’ll listen to the rules.”

He nodded and licked his lips as he unbuttoned his dress pants, pushed them down his ridiculously built thighs, then kicked them off. His boxers soon followed. “Go on, Blondie.”

“They’re pretty simple, really. As far as these parties go, you only fuck me.”

He pulled his shirt over his head and it took every ounce of concentration Stassi had not to say forget the rules and take his perfect cock into her mouth.

She shimmied out of her skirt and let it fall to the floor, then cocked her hip as she stood in only her purple mask and black high heels. “I don’t like to share. I understand if that isn’t okay with you, but then we won’t work.”

“Fine by me.” He stood in front of her, gloriously naked, and stroked his thick shaft. “I’ve never loved the party’s no panties rule more than right this second.”

“I agree. Anyway, we’ll exchange numbers so we can coordinate when we want to come play, but that’s it. No funny texts. No meeting for lunch. Nothing like that. We aren’t in a relationship. As a matter of fact, we don’t even know each other outside of these walls.”

“You tell it like it is, don’t you?”

“My life is busy. I don’t have time to be coy.”

“Okay. So I only fuck you, and no talking like normal people on the phone. Anything else?”

Stassi walked toward him and wrapped her fingers around his thick erection. “Yeah. I like to be in charge. I’m not suggesting you have to ask permission to touch me, but overall I like to call the shots. And kissing really isn’t necessary. We’re adults, and we both know what this is.” She dropped to her knees in front of him and stroked his smooth flesh. “Oh, I almost forgot something. Most importantly, you have to eat pussy. If it’s not your thing, that’s fine, but we have nothing more to talk about.”

The man’s eyes were hooded with lust, and she could practically see the vein in his neck pulse as he looked down at her. He wanted her. It was clear in the way he watched her, how hard he was, the way his rough hand cradled her neck as he ran his thick finger along her bottom lip. “I think your mouth has to be the prettiest thing I’ve ever heard that word come out of.”

Stassi let out a small laugh as she continued to work his erection. “What? You aren’t accustomed to a woman talking this way? If not, you’ll need to get used to it. I’m not one of those girls who doesn’t like the word pussy. I love it, actually. It turns me on. I love all the filthy words. Like cock.” She leaned in and ran the flat of her tongue up his pulsing vein, his hands moving to the back of her head and griping her hair. “And pussy.” She reached between her legs and used her palm to rub her swollen and aching clit. “And precum.” She looked up into his eyes as she flicked her tongue out to catch the large, salty bead of arousal about to drip from the tip of his dick.

He growled and wrapped his fingers around her arms, then lifted her just enough to set her on the edge of the bed. He placed his hands on her knees and spread her legs. Wide.

“I prefer the words wet.”

She leaned back and fought the urge to let her eyes fall shut as she watched him massage her pussy lips with his thumbs.

“And slick.”

She gasped as he used his fingers to open her farther.

“And fucking soaked.”

A moan ripped free as his hot, wet tongue ran up her swollen and sensitive flesh. She fell onto her back and tangled her fingers in his hair as he kissed her in the hottest of ways. “Oh yes. You’re…you’re really good at this. Thank goodness.”

He chuckled against her and the vibrations sent delicious pinpricks of pleasure up her body. “I’m glad you think so, Blondie. And to be honest, you have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” He delved back in and she rotated her hips so his mouth hit her most sensitive spots. “Use me, baby. Grind yourself against my mouth. Whatever it takes to get you off. I want to feel it. I want to taste it.”

Stassi sat up and wrapped her legs over his shoulders so that her ankles crossed behind his neck. She pushed her palms into the bed and lifted her hips until they were completely off the mattress. “Grab my ass.”

He palmed her ass cheeks with his huge hands, kneading her flesh and spreading them apart as he continued to worship her clit.

Her nipples grew achingly tight as the shivers of her building orgasm began to spread over her body. First her sex, then across her thighs and up her stomach and breasts until every inch of her was ready to explode. She ground her pussy against his perfect tongue once…twice… “I’m coming, I’m—” Stassi threw her head back and let the orgasm overtake her body. He moaned against her wet flesh as she rocked jerkily against his mouth, desperately riding out every last bit of pleasure.

“That’s right. Give it to me.” He placed his palm in the center of her chest and pushed her onto her back again. His tongue made long drags up the sides of her pussy lips and through her slick center. “Mmm. So good. I want all of your cum.”

Stassi untangled her legs from around his neck, then placed her foot in the center of his chest and pushed him back onto the floor. She grabbed a condom from the nightstand, then fell to her knees and crawled toward him. She ripped the packet open with her teeth, then slid the condom down his pulsing length. After she’d seen to their protection, she positioned herself so her pussy hovered over his cock. “You can have as much as you want as long as you keep that up. That was…” Stassi sighed as she took his shaft in her hand and rubbed the head through her juices.

“You like how I worshipped your pussy, Blondie?”

“I absolutely did.” Stassi smiled and took in the gorgeous man before her. His muscles flexed beneath his skin with every move he made. She wanted to have him stand up so she could run her tongue up and down every single inch of flesh. There’d be time for that later. Right now… “So clearly I’m Blondie, but what should I call you?”

He ran his hands along her ass, then brought one hand to his dick and placed the head at her opening. “Call me Alec.”