Gemini Heat (16 page)

Jake had long hands, and as he made a span across her, his middle finger reached down between her labia.

He touched it to the tip of her sensitive bud, then squeezed the whole clasped area with his palm. Delia moaned again, momentarily imagining that her bladder was full and how excruciating this pressure would feel then.

Delia's thoughts began to whirl. Jake was still gently fondling her, and Elf - his Japanese handmaiden - was on her knees again, obeisant. Her fingers slid up Delia's warm thighs. Reaching for her wide-open readiness . . .

'She's all yours, Elf,' whispered Jake.

Confused, Delia felt his hand withdraw and her body being arranged on the cushions. When he seemed satisfied with her, he moved to the far side of the couch and started stacking more cushions behind his back . . . to watch her in comfort, she realised.

She turned her eyes to him, imploring silently, befuddled by what he expected of her yet intensely excited too. It would be Elf's hands and mouth that did the deed, but it was Jake who controlled them. He was their puppet-master, relaxed and sprawled beside them, directing their most sensual actions with virtually no effort on his part. He seemed happy to do little else but watch.

'Rest easy, sweet Dee.' He smiled quite kindly, 'She's the best. I promise you.'

Still not sure, Delia shuddered violently, and bit her lip. Jake noticed this, and as if to reassure her, he leant forward again, kissed her cheek and touched her breast, then returned to his post of observer. Flipping open his opulent kimono, he set free the stiff flesh of his erection - which sprang up and slapped loudly on his belly.

Torn between surrender to Elf and the ultimate fascination of Jake, Delia whimpered softly, her eyes on his swaying, red shaft. She'd felt it in her, she knew that now, but this was the first time she'd seen it.

Like the rest of him, his cock was a cliche. Everything about Jake de Guile was superior, unique, or the best, and his penis was no exception.

Delia hadn't seen a lot of nude men in her life, but

Jake put her others in the shade. His cock was long, but not only that, it was broad too. Vital and succulent with beautifully defined veins that bulged along its elegant length. She watched with awe as it pulsed between his fingers; a gorged and circumcised crown atop a shaft that was thick, hard and tempting.

He was rubbing unashamedly now, his hips lifting high off the couch. The strokes were long and his joy in his own penis uninhibited. As he tilted back his head, and purred low in his throat like a cat, his long-lashed eyes closed ecstatically.

Elf had paused in her efforts and she too was watching her master. She caught Delia's eye and smiled complicitly, passing her small pointed tongue across her lips as if relishing Jake's savoury flesh.

All art and delicacy were forgotten now. The man before them was just bringing himself off like the healthy male animal he was. Going straight for pure release. As Elf and Delia looked on, he drew back one leg crabwise, tensioned the other one straight, and pumped his pelvis to and fro in the air. It was an act of naked, erotic athleticism and his red sex waved crazily in their faces . . .

As his crisis approached, they saw the eye at the tip of his penis pout open. The tiny little orifice seemed to pulse at them, and wink, then dilate again and spurt out its tribute.

'Yes! Yes!' he cried, his semen flying freely and high. Some of it landed on the couch and some on Jake's own body. Several droplets spattered onto Delia; on her pale curving belly just inches from Elf's golden fingers.

Jake slumped back against the cushions, parifing, but all eyes were on the silky white stuff that had shot out so gloriously from his body. It lay on Delia's skin like a string of living pearls, and without thinking, she touched the gems around her throat.

After a moment, Elf surged forward, bent over, and started licking. Her pink tongue lapped neatly at Jake's semen, cleaning it off Delia's skin, then swallowing it down as if it were ice-cream or some other rich pudding.

Delia was astounded. And jealous. She had a powerful urge to dash Elf away and bend double to lick her own belly. She stared downwards, perplexed, then started wildly when she heard soft laughter. Male laughter, low and satisfied.

'Don't worry . . . You'll get your chance.'

To her astonishment, Jake was already at work on his cock again, pulling slowly at its sticky sated length.

'If there's anything left!' she countered. He was good, he was wonderfully potent, but even so he was still only human!

Jake laughed again, reading her perfectly. 'Don't worry, sweet Dee,' he said, his light voice rich with humour, 'the well's not dry. There's plenty more where that came from.'

'You conceited bastard!'

Enraged, she tried to throw herself across the couch and hit him, but Elf was far too quick for her.

Delia yelped in protest and struggled, but without knowing quite how it had happened, she found herself lying sideways on the couch. Immobilised. Elf was stretched taut across her, holding her arms - and Jake, the smug devil, was still laughing.

'Most people think
Fargo
is my chief "minder",' he said silkily, leaning alongside so he could look into Delia's eyes, 'but in that they're quite quite wrong.' He touched his fingers tenderly to his servant's soft black hair, 'Let her up, love,' he whispered.

The Japanese woman complied instantly. She smiled fondly at Delia, almost as if she'd just caressed her rather than flung her flat on her back in a martial arts death grip. 'Forgive me,' she said, helping Delia to sit up, 'it was a reflex. We've had some strange people here in the past, and I can't take a chance with Jake's safety.'

'It's all right.' Delia touched her fingers to her hair in a tidying gesture, and wondered what Elf meant by strange. Everybody was strange here . . . Then she rounded on the still smirking Jake, 'But you, you make me so angry!'

The trouble was - he was smiling at her, his blue eyes twinkling - that he also made her desire him.

You really are the Devil, Jake! she thought, not doubting for a moment that he could more than fulfil his claims. He'd probably have another rampaging erection within minutes. And have her begging him to put it inside her.

She'd never met a man like him, and she didn't really want to meet another. That he should have this kind of power was too frightening, and she wondered how her sister had coped with it.

Deana would be at home here, she decided. Deana was audacious and experienced. She enjoyed the spice of strangeness and conflict.

'What're you thinking about, Dee?' asked Jake lazily, lying back and stretching, his fingers still moving on his penis. 'One minute you're giving me hell, and the next you're miles away! What is it, my sweet? Am I getting to you?'

Of course you are, you swine! she fumed, but contained herself.

'I was just thinking about my—' She stopped short. She'd been right on the point of saying 'sister'. 'About my boyfried . . . After all this,' she gestured around the exotic room, and at Elf, and at Jake himself, 'he seems so boring. I think we'll have to finish . . .'

'Yes, do that/ said Jake matter-of-factly. He was stroking his cock in a slow luxuriant fashion as he appeared to consider her dilemma. 'You're too bright to be dragged down by a dullard, Dee. You need partners who will fuel you. Someone to stoke your heat, not dampen it.' He flashed a quick bright glance at Elf, 'Someone like Elf. Now kiss her and make up after your fight.'

Not knowing why she kept kow-towing so helplessly, Delia leaned across and pressed her lips against Elf's.

The Japanese girl's mouth was as soft as petals, and the kiss as complete and perfect as any ever shared with a man.

For a few seconds they stayed perfectly still. Then everything happened at once. Not overtly, but within and far more momentously. Up until now, Delia had been passive, and had gone with the flow. Suddenly she felt both active and wanting. She wanted to kiss Elf, and she wanted her to know it was a willing and consensual kiss. She wanted Jake to know that too, even though she sensed he was aware of it already.

There wasn't so much difference between a man's kiss and a woman's, she decided, falling back against the cushions beneath Elf. The Japanese girl's mouth was as strong as a man's and her tongue was as muscular. She forced Delia's lips open effortlessly and stabbed at her soft inner moistness.

Delia had always loved kissing, sometimes even preferred it to sex, but being kissed by a woman before a watching man was a thrilling and novel development. As her own tongue swirled around Elf's stiff, darting one, Delia was acutely conscious of Jake. His intent, dark presence was an aura around them; a second mouth exploring and tasting; a second body, superimposed on Elf's as the slim girl lay full-length on top of Delia.

Their bodies were touching at all points now, and Elf was stretching and shimmying. The slow sinuous movement was like a caress in itself, while dainty but karate-honed fingers travelled up and down Delia's flanks and thighs. Breasts rubbed against breasts, nipples against nipples. Their navels seemed to kiss as lubriciously as their mouths, and the fine dark hairs of Elf's silky pubis were twining with Delia's more wiry ones.

Are our juices blending too? Delia wondered dreamily. Within the vessel of their still-joined mouths she imagined a strong sexual nectar, a mix of Elf's moisture and hers. Her saliva gushed freely at the thought, shocking her. She'd never even tasted herself, let alone another woman. She felt Elf become more excited above her, as if she too could taste their cocktail. The other girl was moaning too, a low incoherent mumble - in her own language - which sent vibrations humming right through the kiss.

The circuit was complete now, and still deeply aware of Jake - more than ever in fact - Delia passed her fingers over Elf's slim back. It was so cool and inviting, a long firm sweep that ended in her small rounded bottom.

Elf had a lovely rump, superbly tight and muscular yet fruity and easy to get hold of. Her buttocks were like a pair of nectarines in Delia's fingers and she squeezed them as if testing their ripeness. Elf squirmed in her grip, chuntering inanely into the wetness of the kiss, and Delia realised the caress had special power . . .

The rougher the handling, the more Elf seemed to respond. Her pubis worked hungrily against Delia's, and she churned furiously when Delia pummelled her bottom cheeks.

Delia felt a great rush of confidence, a sense of strength and control. She could make Elf writhe and dance against her, simply by playing with her buttocks. Intoxicated, she pushed her bare thigh in between Elf's legs and held it there, jammed tight against her stickiness.

Delia could feel everything. Every bit of it. The sacred female shape: soft, spongy folds, nut-hard clitoris, warm seeping fluid that wet them both. She gripped Elf's rear firmly and rocked their bodies together, and even as she did so, she felt other hands moving to caress them both.

Jake was lying alongside now, his heat a part of their maelstrom. He was chanting too, encouraging them, his husky voice blending with their moans. And when Delia's fingers strayed down into Elf's anal cleft, she found
his
there too, stroking rhythmically at the tiny tight rose.

Elf was thrashing now, struggling between them. 'So warm, so sweet . . .' she whimpered, trailing her lips across Delia's face, then nuzzling her way down to her shoulder. She let out another wild Japanese cry, then started bouncing her sex against Delia's thigh, and clawing with sharp nails at her bottom.

As the dark girl almost flew into her orgasm, Delia turned her head to one side and met Jake's blue eyes. They were like slitted chips of fire, burning with lust. He was still stroking Elf, his rhythm sure and steady, but as his servant shivered and climaxed, he leaned deep into the tangle of bodies and kissed Delia full and hard on the lips. She felt his tongue push inside her mouth, just as Elf's had done, and she shuddered in response.

Soon, she thought, deliriously, soon it'll be his cock pushing in. That lovely hot bar, moving, plunging and stretching. Possessing her famished vagina as surely as his tongue took her mouth.

Unexpectedly for a woman so disciplined, Elf suddenly seemed completely overcome. She went limp between them, her slight body inert as if she'd passed out from the sheer weight of pleasure. Delia held her tight and still, loving her smooth-skinned lightness and the way she smelt strongly of sex.

Delia could have lain like that for hours, entwined, but plainly Jake had other ideas. He climbed gracefully off the couch, then lifted Elf up bodily and laid her down gently on the carpet. Taking a cushion, he plumped it vigorously, then tucked it beneath Elf's cheek, sliding back her silky black hair and arranging it in a curtain across her shoulder. The action was so achingly tender that Delia felt a hard pang of envy. She watched him kiss the girl reverently on the forehead, and that done, resume his place on the couch, sitting cross-legged in a supple-limbed half lotus squat.

'Just me and you now, sweet Dee.' His eyes were unblinking. Unnerving.

'But won't she wake up? If she's your bodyguard, won't she hear the slightest sound?'

'Not if she wills herself
not
to.' He smiled. 'Elf has many special powers and this is just one of them. We're alone now, Dee. What do you want?'