Twin Fantasies (16 page)

Although there was no actual sex during the movie, by the end, Jenna found herself thinking about sex. A lot. Her body thrummed with need, her aching nipples pushed outward.  She really wanted sex. She wanted sex with Jake. She wanted to experience sex with a stranger, but a safe stranger like Jake. Damn, she wanted sex with Jake, stranger or not.  She sucked in a breath, trying to reel in her hormones.  As the closing credits rolled by, Jake grabbed the remote control and turned off the DVD, then turned on a Diana Krall CD. The sultry jazz curled around her. She took her last sip of cranberry and orange juice and settled back into the cushions of the couch, distractedly petting Sam, who purred happily.  “Here, let me refresh that for you.”

“Just water this time, please.”

Jake retrieved her stemmed glass and headed for the kitchen. She picked up her knitting and inspected the three inches of soft turquoise yarn worked into a delicate lace pattern.  Jake and she had chosen the yarn and pattern yesterday and she’d begun the sweater this morning. She couldn’t see any obvious mistakes, so she read the next instruction and began knitting again. Jake returned a moment later with a tall icy glass of water and a dark fizzy soft drink. He sat down beside her.

“Jake, you know a lot more about me than I know about you.”

He tucked his hands behind his head. “What would you like to know? What I do for a living? Where I went to school?” He took a sip of his soft drink.

“I’d like to know about your sexual fantasies.” He almost choked on his drink. He set his glass on the table in front of them and twisted to face her. “My sexual fantasies?” She finished the row of knitting and placed her project on the side table. “Well, sure. You know mine. Some of them, anyway.”

He raised an eyebrow and his lips turned up in a heart stopping grin. “You have others? What are they?”

“You first.”

“Well, there’s this one on an elevator I’m quite partial to.” She smiled. “Yeah, I like that one, too.” She leaned closer to him. “But I ‘m serious. What kind of guy fantasies do you have? For instance, I bet you’d like to have two women.” He gazed at her with a warmth she found unnerving.

“Only if they were both you.”

“Oh, come on. You’re just sucking up.”

“Yes, sucking would have something to do with it. So would coming.”

She batted his shoulder. “You’re terrible.” She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “Are you trying to tell me if two gorgeous women with boobs out to here—“ she gestured six inches in front of her chest “—got naked in front of you and started kissing and stroking each other’s breasts, you wouldn’t get turned on.”

“Of course I would. I’m not dead. What about you?”

“Would I get turned on watching two women?” She blushed.

“I don’t know.”

“I bet you would, but that’s not what I meant. Would you get turned on with two guys?”

“You mean watching them . . . “ She flicked her finger back and forth. “Together?”

“No, I mean, with you. Touching you. Kissing your breasts, one on each. Or one stroking here . . . “ His hand slid up her stomach and circled around her breast. Her already hard nipples tightened even more. His other hand slid down her stomach and cupped her mound. “ . . . while the other performs oral sex on you.”

Her lower muscles pulsed, longing for him to touch her inside.

“Well, that sounds pretty exciting.” She took the hand from her lower region and placed it on the side of her waist.  He now leaned over her, looking down into her face. “But you’re avoiding telling me about your fantasy.” He tipped down and brushed his lips against hers. The gentle contact triggered a wild rush of sensations through her.  “My one and only fantasy is when a beautiful woman named Jenna, a woman I care for very deeply, gazes into my eyes and says, ‘Jake, I want you to make love with me.’ “ He removed his hand from her breast to stroke her cheek with the tip of his finger. “And this woman would assure me she knows I ‘m not someone else playacting. She would know it’s me.” His lips found hers again and he caressed her mouth with his own. Tingles rippled through her. Her breasts swelled, demanding his touch again, but more thoroughly this time.

“Jake, I. . .”

“Jenna, I’m not my brother. We’re two totally different people.”

“Yes, I know.” She stroked the side of his face, loving the feel of his wavy hair sliding between her fingers, loving the depth of longing in his eyes. “I knew that the first time we were together, though I thought it was an act then. Now I know that it was because you are a very different and very exciting man.” She tipped up her mouthy for a kiss. His lips brushed hers sweetly.

“Jake, I want you to make love to me.”

His eyes smoldered and he tucked his hands under her legs and lifted her off the couch with him. As he carried her down the hall toward his bedroom, her nerves started to jitter.  “Jake, I hope . . . “ She hesitated.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“I hope you won’t be disappointed with me.”

He stopped dead in his tracks.

“What are you talking about? How could you even suggest I might be disappointed with you?”

“I was playing the part of a stranger, too. That’s not what I’m really like.”

He smiled. “I bet that’s more like you than you think. In fact, I bet that’s the real you when you let down your barriers.” “But if it’s not?”

He kissed her, a delicate pressure on her lips that built to a hard, insistent urging. His tongue swept inside her mouth and joined with hers in a pulsing dance. He drew back, leaving her breathless.

“You could never disappoint me. In fact, why don’t you just lie back and let me do all the work.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

JAKE CARRIED HER into his bedroom. The king-sized sleigh bed made of dark-stained oak dominated the masculine navy and burgundy room. He laid her down and sat on the edge of the bed beside her, gazing down at her with a tender smile. She reached for the buttons of his shirt, but he wrapped his hand around her fingers and drew her hands away.  “I told you I want you to lie back and let me do all the work.”

He stood up and unfastened his top button, then the second.  He ran his fingers upward, parting the edges of the fabric, revealing the hard angles of his chest. Moving downward again, he unfastened another, then another, moving with painful slowness, the shirt parting, revealing his washboard abs a little at a time. He started to rock his hips from side to side. He unfastened his belt and tugged it from the belt loops, then tossed it aside.  “Have you ever had a man strip for you, Jenna?”

“Uh, well. . .”

He grinned. “Why, you naughty girl.”

“It wasn’t for me, exactly. It was for the bride-to-be. And we were at a club.” Not in an intimate setting like Jake’s bedroom.

“Well, sweetheart, this is all for you.” He dropped his pants, then kicked them aside. He discarded his socks, then turned around and lifted his shirttail to expose his gyrating butt. The muscles, tensing and releasing, formed the hardest, firmest ass she’d ever seen. She itched to walk up behind him and wrap her hands around his buttocks, to feel the movement of those hard muscles against her palms.

But he’d told her to lie back, so that’s what she was doing.  He turned around again and dropped his shirt off one shoulder, then the other. He pulled back one side, revealing half of his long, lean torso. Her gaze drifted to his nipple, which she longed to take into her mouth. He pulled back the other side of his shirt, then shrugged it off entirely. Holding the right sleeve with one hand in front of him and the other sleeve behind him, he drew the shirt between his legs and pulled it back and forth so that it rubbed over his crotch, and his growing cock, while thrusting his pelvis forward and back.  Her own crotch had become uncomfortably tight. She wanted to touch him. Even more, she wanted him to touch her. He tossed the shirt to the floor. It landed on Sam, who had been sitting on the floor watching Jake. The cat murmured a complaint and stalked off.

Jake stepped close to the bed and leaned in to kiss her. Her tongue flashed out, wanting to be inside his mouth. He allowed her one taste, then drew back and turned around. He reached down to pick up his shirt, giving her a great view of his tight butt only inches away. She reached out and touched the firm muscle. After permitting one brief squeeze, he stepped forward, out of reach, then glanced back at her with a devilish grin. He reached behind and drew down one side of his briefs, exposing half of one butt cheek, tantalizing her, then he drew down the other side. She licked her lips. Suddenly, he shoved his briefs all the way down to his ankles. He stayed bent over for a second or two while he stepped out of them, allowing her an eyeful of his tight, hard flesh. He stood up and turned slowly with his hands tucked in front, his briefs blocking her view of his cock. He stepped close to the bed.  “What do you want me to do now, Jenna?”

“I, uh . . .”

Her gaze stayed riveted on his groin as he shifted the brief up a little, exposing a glimpse of his balls, then down a little, so the tip of the head peeked out before he quickly hid it again.

“I want you to make love—“

“Yes, I know that and I will, but what do you want me to do right now.”

His right hand disappeared behind the briefs and she could see his wrist moving up and down.

“I want to see . . . uh . . .”

“You want to see what, sweetheart?” He lifted the briefs a little, exposing his fur-covered balls. His hidden hand came back into view as he slid it under his testicles and lifted them up. “You want to see these.”

She nodded.

“Is that all? Is there anything else you want to see?”

“I want to see all of you. Naked.”

His fingers moved over his balls, fondling them.

“What specifically do you want to see? Tell me,” he urged.  “I want to see . . .” She licked her lips. “I want to see your . . . penis?”

He grinned. “I remember you had another name for it.”

She flushed and giggled a little.

He slid his arms around her and unfastened her bra, then drew it slowly from her body.

“Jenna, you have the most beautiful breasts.” He stroked over both of them, caressed the nipples with his fingertips.  They rewarded him by hardening and extending, reaching out for him.

She wanted more.

“I want you to . . .” She licked her lips.

“Yes?” he encouraged.

“I want you to kiss them.”

He kissed the right breast, over the top, then in a circle around the nipple, teasing the areola with his lips, then centered his lips over the nipple, kissing the tip. Then he moved to the other breast, doing the same. But just kissing.  She wanted more.

“Lick them, then take them into your mouth.” His tongue lapped across one nipple and she moaned at the delicious stimulation. Then he took it into his mouth, his tongue lapping constantly.

She sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh, yes, that feels good.”

The other nipple received the same treatment.

“Now suck on it.”

Immediately he sucked, drawing her deep into his hot, wet mouth. She moaned at the exquisite pleasure.  “Oh, yes,” she said breathlessly. “Oh, that’s so good.” He moved from side to side, kissing, licking, sucking. Suddenly, it occurred to her that this man—Jake, not Ryan—a man she hardly knew, was sitting on the bed beside her, totally naked and sucking on her bare breasts. Not only that, he had her telling him what to do to her. He had put her in control of the situation yet at the same time had forced her to push herself sexually by having to state out loud what she wanted. It was such a turn-on.

Her breasts ached with pleasure. Her vagina ached with need.

“Jake, take off my pants.”

He unfastened the button, then slid down the zipper. She arched her hips upward so he could slide her pants down over them. He flung the pants away and ran his hands up her legs, but stopped at mid-thigh.

“I want you to touch me . . .” She couldn’t think of an appropriate word so she took hold of his hand and guided it to the crotch of her panties. “Here. I want you to stroke me here.”

He cupped her mound for a moment, then slid his finger along her slit, over the silk of her panties. Moisture drenched the fabric.

He leaned close and kissed her on the mouth, his fingers still working up and down. He nuzzled against her ear.  “May I lick you, Jenna?” he murmured.

“Oh .. . yes, I’d like that.”

He moved downward and she felt his tongue glide the length of her. Over her panties. He licked the length of her several times, then he dabbed into the front, nuzzling at her clit.  The wet fabric pressed firmly against her as his hot tongue churned.

“Oh, God, get rid of the panties.”

He stripped them off in one swift movement and when his tongue touched her naked flesh, dabbing at the sensitive button, she almost jumped.

He licked and pulsed, pulling the folds of her labia wide to gain better access.

“Oh, Jake. Oh, yes.” She whimpered as the first wave of pleasure stormed over her.

He lifted her legs over his shoulders, spreading her wider.  His tongue quivered impossibly fast against her, sending her spinning into an intense orgasm. She clung to his head, pulling it against her.