Denys, Jennifer - Friendly Seduction [Friends and Acquaintances 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (9 page)

Turning back, he noticed she was lying diagonally across it. He seemed to hesitate for a moment staring at her body. She hoped it was because he liked what he saw. “No, I meant horizontal.” He waited until she scooted around. “And the reason being it is easier for what I have in mind.”

“I hate to be the killjoy here, but why would she do this? It’s still an odd position to lie in.”

He sighed. “Okay, say she is lying on her side waiting seductively for whoever comes in.”

Lissa turned as requested and took up a pose, one hand in her hair, the other lying along her side. She grinned. “Go outside and come in with your tie on as Garin and off as Rayn. I know both are coming in, but surprise me with who comes in first.”

Laughing, he left the room. When he came back in—without tie—she gasped appropriately and sat up. Then she frowned when he turned around and dashed out. This became giggles when he returned with the tie this time.

“Shut up. You’re not supposed to be laughing at me. You are stunned by seeing both men come into your room with looks of abject desire on their faces.”

“Abject, eh! Okay, do your worst.”

He held her gaze as he undid his shirt and got rid of all his clothes. She gasped for real this time, partly because she wasn’t expecting him to be naked too and partly from the size of his erection when he shucked his trousers. She tensed and wrapped her arms around herself looking at him. “Um, Matt. This is getting serious. Are we actually doing this—you know, going further this time?”

“Well, let’s see. Just say if you want to stop. Although please don’t unless you want to seriously damage me for life.”

Lissa giggled and let her arms go lax.

Matt then moved toward her and pushed her back down into the position he originally wanted, horizontally across the bed. “Now, just enjoy the sensations. Garin comes first, pushing you down to the bed holding your head between his hands. Your hair floats out around you.” He looked at her short hair. It only fell away from her face. “Well, it will float out in the book.”

She giggled and looked at him upside down, watching his hardened cock as it came toward her.

“He leans forward and places the tip of his cock on her lips. She obediently opens her lips and takes him in her mouth.” He waited then repeated himself with a laugh. “She obediently opens her lips. Lissa!”

“You want me to suck you?”

“Well, take me in your lips to begin with. Any problems with that?”

“I’ve never actually done it before.”

“I thought you said you had had oral sex with a previous boyfriend?”

“Yes, but that was him going down on me, not the other way round.”

“Ah.” He moved again away from her but stopped when she reached out her hands toward his thighs.

“Don’t move away. Let me try.”

“Sure?”

She nodded, and as his cock touched her lips again, she reached out a tongue to lick him.

He jerked back. “Shit, Lissa!”

It was disconcerting looking at him upside down. Turning around so she could see his face properly she asked, “Wasn’t that right?”

“Twit, it was just unexpected, and good. I’ll come if you do that again.”

“Oh.” She smiled and turned onto her back again and opened her lips to take him in. She reached one hand out to hold his cock to stop him from going too deep and the other to clasp his thigh to hold him steady, and proceeded to suck him, taking the tip first then more of him as her lips wrapped around him. He tasted salty. He stood still, his hands in her hair. It was okay. Actually, it was more than okay having him in her mouth. She never thought she would like doing this so much and, emboldened, started to relax, licking the underside of his cock. She felt a quiver go through his body where she caressed his thigh.

Matt then picked up the story, startling her. “So that’s how Garin takes her. Meanwhile you’ll have to let go of me for this.” He waited until she did this reluctantly and pulled out of her mouth and dashed amusingly around the other side of the bed.

As he moved, she took time to gather her emotions. She had entirely forgotten about the book. She felt the bed depress as he knelt on it, and taking hold of both of her ankles, he pulled her legs apart so he could move in between them. She gasped silently while her body shook with desire, her hands clutching the bed cover.

His hands moved up her legs to her thighs as he moved closer. “Meanwhile,” he started, returning to the story, “Rayn, who hasn’t had the pleasure of her pussy yet, takes Felissa from this angle.” He moved in until his cock was touching her folds.

She was so turned on by this that her shaking was becoming violent, her hands wringing the cover in her need to touch something. An insistent throbbing centered on her pussy. “Shit, Matt.” She panted to get some much-needed air inside her.

“Lis,” he said firmly to get her attention. “This is where we either call it a night or we continue to find out if Rayn, aka Matt, is as good a lover as Garin.”

Lissa choked back a laugh. This situation would be hysterical if she wasn’t a mass of sensations. “If you call it a night now, I’m resigning.”

He grinned. “Please tell me you are on the pill and I don’t have to stop at this critical moment to get a condom?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Tell me you are disease-free, and I’ll admit to being on the pill.”

Moving forward, he pushed easily into her wet pussy, pulling her thighs up over his. “Does that answer your question?”

Her answer was a whimper. It felt amazing. Her chin lifted as her head went back. Matt entered her very slowly. Agonizingly slowly. His hands were firmly on her thighs, which he pulled over his as he knelt up. It felt strange but erotic. She had never had sex like this before—all her previous lovers had been strictly missionary. She clamped her thighs tightly against his body as he filled her completely. ”Ohhh.” It was sheer bliss.

“Good?” Matt asked as he pushed her thighs up to her chest, his arms under her knees, hands resting on the bed as he loomed over her.

“
Yesss
.” This turned into a frantic cry as he started to rock back and forth. His face, close to hers, was etched with his own arousal as he thrust in and out of her slick passage. Her breasts thumped up and down as he got faster and faster. Her hands moved to grip his arms.

Suddenly her orgasm arrived, her body bucking as much as it could under the pressure of his body against her legs which were trembling strongly. She heard Matt give a fierce cry as he came, too, and the weight left her body as he tumbled to the bed beside her.

It was a few minutes before either spoke, and it was Lissa. “Um, Matt?”

He sat up to look at her. “What?” He seemed anxious. “Please don’t tell me you hated that?”

She giggled. “No. It was amazing, wonderful, astonishing.” She wasn’t just saying that to appease him. In fact, she didn’t really have the correct words to describe something she had dreamed of for so long. And she daren’t think if this was the start of something more.

“Really? That’s good because I got the idea from one of your books.”

“We’ve forgotten something.”

“You said you were on the pill.”

“No, lover. I mean, yes, I am,” she added quickly as he went pale. “That wasn’t what we’ve forgotten.”

“Okay, hit me with it.” He was frowning.

“What have we done with Garin?”

Matt burst out laughing and proceeded to show her what Garin would do next.

Chapter 7

Matt opened the door to Lissa. He was wearing a leather outfit—trousers, boots, and a waistcoat which was undone, showing his chest. He was also wielding a whip and thought he looked rather sexy. He had been bounding around the last few days as if he was on something. It still astonished him that she let him make love to her. And it had been fabulous.

He looked at her face to ascertain her reaction to his clothes, which were supposed to simulate the bounty hunters.

She laughed.

“Hey, you’re not supposed to laugh.” He opened the door wider to let her in, trying to wonder why she reacted that way when his sole intention had been to look manly.
And I thought I was beginning to understand women.

As she entered, she said over her shoulder, “I’m only laughing because it could be anyone at your door—for instance, someone from a religious group trying to save your soul.” She turned round to examine him again. “And judging by that outfit, it needs saving badly!”

Closing the door he grinned. “But I knew it was you, sweetheart. Remember this is the future, and I have video cameras trained on the entrance.”

She looked startled. “Do you?”

“Twit, I’m kidding. Try to get into character,
Felissa
,” he requested sarcastically but grinned as he did, indicating with a hand for her to go into the lounge.

“Ah, yes,” she called, moving as requested. “But in order to get into character, I need to know which one you are—Garin or Rayn?”

It was his turn to be startled. “Why? Both of them made love to you, and you enjoyed each. Didn’t you? Now I’m getting confused.”

“
You
are? How do you think I feel? I’m being made love to by two virtual men. Actually, I think it would help your book if you gave them really different characters. I’m always amazed by those authors who write multi-relationship scenes and manage to make the reader know exactly who is who. I suppose that’s a sign of a good writer.”

Having reached the lounge, she flung herself onto a cushion on the floor, her back to a chair.

Standing with his arms folded, he leaned back against the door to consider what she was saying. “That was my intention, but I can see they need to be
very
different to avoid confusing the reader as to which one is making love to her.”

“Yup—so we already know Garin is attracted to Felissa but tried resisting it because he is taking her back to her owner. Whereas Rayn came on the scene later and just fell for her straightaway regardless of circumstances. I’d say that means Rayn is more fun-loving, less introspective person.”

Matt moved into the room and eased himself into the armchair opposite her. It wasn’t easy. Leather isn’t as pliable as he thought. “Good analysis. What about making their looks different?”

“Good idea. We already know Garin is tall. He also needs to be dark—hair and eyes, maybe swarthy-looking.”

He frowned. “Why him and not Rayn?”

“Because that fits in with the idea that he is brooding.”

“Hm. Okay, I’ll go with that.” He leaned back and looked up to the ceiling in thought. “What about Rayn? Let’s make him fair, not so tall, smiles more often.”

“He’ll need to be stubble-faced. Fair-haired men who have stubble on their faces look rakish and dashing whereas dark-haired men with stubble just look hard and mean, which is fine if you want a baddie or a hero who lives on the edge.” Matt turned to stare down at her perched as she was on the floor. She looked up at him when he didn’t respond. “Well, they do!”

“You continue to astonish me with your analysis of our characters.”

A blush came over her face, and she seemed to smile in delight at his comment of their shared characters.

He continued, “Do you do this with films and TV as you do with books?”

She ducked her head, her hair falling over her face. The sun was setting through the window behind her, and he could see red highlights glinting in her hair. “I’m actually thinking about real-life men.”