Abduction (73 page)

“Jeremy. Don't you want to set your glass down on the bar for a minute?” 664

He seemed paralyzed, so she took the glass from his hand and set it down for him. Then, taking his wrists gently in her hands, she drew his hands toward her until his fingers came to rest lightly on her collarbones. Slowly she began to draw his hands down. His touch stayed light as she moved his hands over her. Down, down she drew them, until his fingertips touched her nipples. His breath quickened as his eyes followed what his hands were doing at the behest of her hands. Still softly, still slowly, she moved his hands back and forth over her nipples until they stiffened under his touch. Then, gradually, she withdrew her hands from his wrists, resting her palms lightly on his hips.

Jeremy threw a nervous glance at the door, but did not drop his hands, or pull them back.

“You don't really think Gordon would object, do you?” she asked.

“No,” he actually laughed. Adorable.

“Are you worried about Vaughn?”

Now he just looked at her.

“Do you think I'd do anything to hurt him? Or you?”

“No,” he breathed.

She gave him her coy grin—still in the prototype phase. He looked at her, serious and nervous. She smiled, encouraging him. Very gently, the way she had directed him, he touched just the very tips of her breasts, teasing the hardening nubs through the thin fabric of her dress. She gave a soft little moan to encourage him. Carefully, very gently, he cupped her full breasts in his hands, moved his thumbs over her nipples, then lightly pressed them against the sides of his forefingers. She gave another moan.

Suddenly he withdrew his hands, took a step back. She looked up at him and his face was trying to approximate the shade of the pimentos at the center of the olives in their martinis. Vaughn had silently entered the kitchen, and was now standing behind Devan, pressing himself right up against her. He laid his hands on her shoulders and bent to give her a kiss on the crown of her head.

“Has she taught you how to make a nice martini, Jeremy?”

“Yes.”

He looked terrified, like maybe there was some chance that Vaughn was about to punch him in the face. Devan took a glance back, then followed Vaughn's gaze down to see the impressive evidence of Jeremy’s erection, unwilling to back down as Jeremy had. Looking up she saw that Jeremy had noticed that they had noticed, and saw his face go a slightly more purple shade of red, more like the skin of a plum, now. When she looked back once more, Vaughn was giving Jeremy his warmest, kindest smile.

“I thought I'd help carry the drinks out,” he said simply.

Devan tried to reassure Jeremy with a smile. But then, Devan, who had been taught at Conrad’s knee, made Jeremy carry the drink that was destined for Gordon, because she knew that Jeremy would fret over his lover seeing how his hands were shaking, and that the Gordon would surmise with some accuracy all that had transpired in his kitchen. As Jeremy delivered the cocktail, Gordon duly noted Jeremy's trembling hand and tremulous manner, and smiled to Devan with that vulpine grin she'd seen once before.

“I hope you don’t think that Vaughn went in there to spy on you Dev,” Gordon said in a voice that mocked seriousness.

“Why would I think such a thing?” she asked, playing at Scarlet O'Hara. “He’s not the jealous type. Are you Vaughn?”

“No, Dev.”

Sensing the game was afoot, Vaughn's kind smile had taken on the tinge of arousal.

“Actually,” Gordon continued, “I sent Vaughn in to see what the two of you were up to.”

“Oh? And did you find out what we were up to?”

She looked at Vaughn playfully, knowing that poor Jeremy was squirming in his seat.

Vaughn came back with, “I think I did.”

“Well, don’t keep Gordon in suspense. What sort of naughtiness did you catch us at?”

“I think young Jeremy here was feeling you up.”

“Vaughn—” Jeremy looked horrified, really like he was just about to cry from shame and confusion when Devan went to him, putting her arms around him from behind, hugging him and kissing his cheek.

“Jeremy,” she said softly, kindly, comforting him with a squeezing embrace, “it’s all right. Vaughn doesn’t mind. Do you Vaughn?”

“Of course not, Dev, if it pleases you it pleases me.”

“Did it?”

“Sorry Gordon?”

“Did it please you, being touched by Jeremy?”

“Oh yes.”

She slipped around from behind him and, taking him by surprise, lithely straddled him before he could protest or move. He was almost hyperventilating. For a moment she did nothing, waiting for him to calm down. When his breathing slowed, she took hold of his wrists again. Still looking bewildered he surrendered to her will, letting her manipulate him like a puppet. She put his hands to her breasts once more. He looked to Vaughn, desperately begging him with his eyes to do something, to absolve him of guilt for what Devan was doing to him, tell her to behave herself. Anything. Vaughn rose from his seat and walked over to Devan. Pressing his palms lovingly to her cheeks, he stooped to plant a kiss upon her head. He reached down, then, and pressed Jeremy’s hands down, away from Devan’s breasts. Jeremy’s breath quickened again as Vaughn touched him, as if half expecting his hands to be crushed by Vaughn’s big strong hands.

But Vaughn's touch was gentle. Then, as Jeremy watched with incredulous eyes, Vaughn slipped his hands around Devan’s waist, and deftly working the little ribbon at her side, untied the crisscross of fabric it secured. He put a tiny kiss on the side of Devan’s neck, just under her ear, as he pulled the fabric open, first on the left side, then on the right side, showing Jeremy her breasts.

Jeremy looked at Devan. Her smile was kind, not derisive, just as Vaughn’s had been kind. She was trembling slightly in anticipation, looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to touch her. They were all waiting for him to touch her.

He put his hands on her waist. His fingers insinuating a circle around its circumference. Slowly he ran his hands, barely in tenuous contact with her smooth skin, up, up over her ribs, and in. Then with eager, ardent excitement he began lightly to 668

caress her breasts. His fingertips circled the silky pale skin closest to her ribs, around the outside near her underarms, up over the top, down between them. In ever-shrinking spirals he drew nearer and nearer the dark, taut circles. When he traced them with his fingers, her nipples hardened once more, her excitement exciting him. She went up on her knees, raising her breasts before his face, inviting him to kiss them. Forgetting his embarrassment, submerged in the privacy of his excitement he kissed her, tentatively and sweetly at first, then hungrily, excitedly he began sucking her nipples between his lips, rubbing them with his tongue. Gently, she pulled back a little, pushing his hands down to rest on her waist. He was breathing hard with excitement.

“Tell me something, Jeremy.”

Panting, he waited.

“You're not a virgin, anymore. But you still haven't made love to a girl. Have you?”

Jeremy remained silent. Devan reached down between her legs and his, and cupped her hand gently over his balls. Slowly she drew her hand up the length of his rock hard erection.

“Don’t be shy, Jeremy. Just tell me the truth.”

“No,” he whispered, flushing adorably.

She was smiling as she ran her hand down and up the length of him again, making him pant in his effort not to moan aloud. Then she got up, took his hands and pulled him to his feet, told him to take off his sweater, and when he had obeyed she told him to take of his shirt. Then, holding his gaze she worked his belt open and undid his pants. Still looking him in the eyes she began to pull down his trousers, then slid them 669

right down to his ankles. Next she pulled down his shorts. He lifted one foot, then the next and she pulled his socks, pants, and shorts off, leaving him naked.

“Sit down, sweetie.”

She smiled down at him, enjoying his anticipation, before she knelt down on the floor in front of him and, looking up to watch his face, took his dick in her hand, giving him just two or three slow, soft strokes. Then she took him in her mouth, very, very slowly, letting him think about what she was doing before she did it. Letting him savor the idea as she drew the smooth curving head between her lips, nursing it like a big popsicle, then sliding the whole, long shaft into her mouth. She felt him trembling, knew that he would not be able to take more than a couple dips in and out of her hot wet mouth. He began to moan softly, trying to hide the degree of his excitement.

Suddenly he was begging her to stop, making a meek effort to push her away from him. Knowing why he was struggling she gripped his hips tight in her hands and began sucking more fervently, taking him back deep in her throat. His body tensed, he breathed out a long, silent cry, and came.

She got up and sat next to Jeremy on the couch. He reached down to pick up his boxers, to cover up. She stayed his hand. She was looking at him, but he avoided her eyes. Still looking at him she tenderly stroked his hair. She leaned in close, and whispered, using a gentle voice,

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“Don’t worry, Jeremy, all is going according to plan. That was just a little warm-annoying

up, to relax you for a nice, long evening of fun. You’re doing everything just right, darling.” Then, more quietly, whispering in his ear, “I’m looking forward to a long, delicious fuck with you, Jeremy.”

She stood, and walked toward Vaughn and Gordon. Gordon raised his arms toward her in an invitation for to sit on his lap. As she perched on this thighs he folded his arms across her tummy, pulling her to him in an embrace.

“Now, Jeremy,” Devan said, still perched on Gordon’s lap, “come over here.” He looked down at the crumpled boxers laying on the floor.

“Never mind those, darling. Just come over here.”

He stood and approached Devan.

“On your knees, Jeremy.”

Obediently, terribly nervous but even more eager, he dropped to his knees before her. Gordon let her slip between his legs, onto the concrete seat. He still held her gently to him, supporting her as she perched on the edge. Devan began slowly pulling her dress up, higher and higher on her bare legs, until the folds of her dress were gathered up in her hands, just at her hips. From where he knelt Jeremy thought he saw a hint of her bare skin behind the shadow of her lifted dress, but he could not be sure.

He stared as she slowly opened her legs, watching Jeremy’s face as she showed him her pussy. He seemed hypnotized by the sight of her parted thighs, her delicate pink nakedness revealed between them. His prick began to stir, returning to life already.

“Have you ever eaten pussy before, Jeremy?” Fuck, it was fun being on the other side.

He looked up at her, shaking his head. His prick was definitely waking up.

“Just kiss me, nice and softly.”

She waited for him, her legs just slightly parted so that he had to put his hands on her knees and tremulously push them apart. Supporting himself on his hands he 671

moved forward, reaching to take her little pink prize. He brushed his lips against hers.

Then he kissed her, a boyish, innocent kiss with puckered lips. And again. She was smooth and soft under his lips. Then, reaching with a tentative tongue just past the safety of his lips, he gave a tiny, soft lick just at the beginning of her slit. She moaned.

He tried again. Another gorgeous little moan. He licked her again, this time more adventurously, running a firm, long tongue right along her slit, opening her to his mouth.

That caress of his mouth really made her cry out—she had not expected such a powerfully arousing touch. Gordon tightened his arms around her, holding her in his comforting embrace as Jeremy licked her cunt, making her writhe now. Vaughn sat next to Gordon and Devan, watching excitedly, and Devan sighed again at noticing his cock stiffen. Devan was really whimpering now, squirming in Gordon’s arms as Jeremy lapped at her, his tonguing growing more ardent as he was encouraged by her movement and her little cries. She had not intended to come. She had meant for him only to get her a little excited, ready to take him inside of her, but he was doing a wonderful job down there, and she was so titillated by the sight of Vaughn looking on, his thick bulge showing her how turned on he was, the feeling of Gordon’s arms around her both soothing and arousing. And, she thought, it would be delightful to give Jeremy the pleasure of knowing he had made her come. She let the delicious sensations he was giving her fill her body and her consciousness. She surrendered herself completely to the tender caresses of his tongue, and a moment later she felt herself buoyed, then submerged in the rolling waves of orgasm.

As if afraid to stop at the wrong moment, Jeremy continued until she pushed him gently away, smiling down at him gratefully. He began to rise, moved to hold her, but as 672

he moved to put his arms around her Vaughn gripped him firmly by the arm, lifting him until they stood together, just a foot or two from Devan. Jeremy started as if he had been submerged in the perfume and presence of Devan and forgotten everything else—

the air he was breathing, the floor upon which he had knelt. Now Vaughn had him by the arm, stood directly in front of him, their faces just an inch apart. Jeremy searched Vaughn’s eyes. Devan saw him begin to tremble with renewed fear, saw his eager erection flag, then fade.

Why was Vaughn getting Jeremy so shaken up? She started to rise, to intervene, but Gordon pulled her back against him, whispering a soothing “shhhh” in her ear, a hushed sound that calmed and aroused her.

Vaughn released Jeremy’s arm, raising his hand and resting it lightly on the back of the boy’s neck. Jeremy’s mouth, his upper lip, his chin were moist with Devan’s sex.

Vaughn brought his face even nearer Jeremy’s, and eyes closed, drew a long, sensuous breath. He opened his eyes, looking carefully at Jeremy.

“You smell of her. Can you smell her on you?” he whispered.