Denys, Jennifer - Friendly Seduction [Friends and Acquaintances 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (8 page)

Her smile wavered at this comment, and then as he moved his head down, she cried, “Matt!”

He continued to move down until his face was level with her breasts bobbing under the loose bra as she gripped hold of his shoulders. “Garin has ripped her shirt and bra, so her naked breasts are displayed to him in their full glory. I need to follow up on this scene.”

“Don’t you dare!” she finished as he nudged the loose bra to one side so he could take nipple in his mouth. “Jes–us.”

Swirling his tongue around her areola, he felt her quiver violently. He then sucked her nipple, his teeth gently pulling it into his mouth. He ran his tongue over her hardened point and felt her shake. He trembled in reaction, too. It was good, too good. His cock hardened even more. Despite this, he continued sucking, unable to stop. Her hands grabbed his hair, gripping tightly. He heard her moans, then her sigh of disappointment when he finally lifted his head, her hands falling away to his arms.

“Oh God, Matt!”

“I’m not finished yet.” Her gasp at that statement turned to a squeak as he suddenly lifted her onto the table. Looking her in the eye all the while, he reached behind her and swept the remains of the dinner to one side so he could push her onto her back on the table. As he did, her legs came up around his waist to hold herself steady. “Excellent. Just how I want you. I’m glad you are getting into character at last.”

She laughed nervously.

He then moved her hands, still gripping his arms to rest on the table above her head, and moved back slightly so he could reach under her skirt, his other hand on the table by her hip.

Slightly anxious after the botched job he made undoing the bra that he wouldn’t be able to do the next part, he said, “You know I’ll probably mess this bit up, too.”

Eyes beginning to glaze over and her body shaking, she gasped her answer. “What bit?”

“Getting your panties down.”

Her eyes widened as he said that, and then she giggled. “There’s a very good reason why the woman is always told not to wear panties in any BDSM stories! It’s so the writer doesn’t have this problem with the hero.”

He laughed at her comment, at the same time amazed she was actually going along with this. By now his hand had reached her quivering stomach and was edging under the panty elastic.

Lissa started panting heavily beneath him. “Shit, that feels good,” she stated huskily as his fingers caressed her curls moving slowly but steadily downward. “Very erotic. I’ve always thought writers were missing out on something when they have their heroine not wearing any underwear.”

She paused, her eyes closed, and he felt her shudder beneath his fingers. When she began again, her words were erratic. “The—the touch of your fingers slightly trapped by the material against my body feels s–sinful somehow, like I am being ravished against my will but at the same time I love it. Th–That sounds stupid, doesn’t it?” Her chin then arched up, and she emitted a moan, her legs tightening around his waist as his thumb continued its assault on her clit rubbing her in a hard circular movement. Her body shook beneath his.

He was getting breathless as well. “Not at all. If my body is anything to go by, the hero is loving it, too.” His fingers crept into her wet pussy, and he was rewarded by her whimpers. Her hands clutched the edge of the table, her knuckles whitening as her body writhed beneath him. He was hard-pressed to keep his hands on her as she moved convulsively under his ministrations. He now had two fingers thrusting into her pressing firmly upward.

“Oh God, Matt!”

He was suddenly startled as she bucked beneath him as she climaxed. “
Ahhhh
.”

He pushed his fingers deep into her, and he held his hand hard against her as she dug her feet into his back. Looking at her face in the throes of her climax, he grinned at the knowledge that it was he who had given this to her. As her body thumped back down onto the table, she opened her eyes which had automatically closed.

“Hell, Matt. That was fabulous.”

He grinned at her as he removed his hand and after a moment helped her sit up. “You appreciate, of course, after that there is no way Garin is giving her back to her master.”

Chuckling, she responded, “So I should hope.”

“So I’ll have to have something happen, or that’s the end of story. Go home so I can think this one through,” he demanded, moving away, already deep in thought.

She sat still on the table. “Um, Matt.”

He looked back at her, frowning. If she didn’t leave soon, he was going to do something he might regret like toss her back on the table and make ardent love to her. It was too soon for that, but boy, was he hard. “What?” he asked, distracted.

“Can I please borrow a shirt?”

Chapter 6

“You’ve done what?” Lissa looked up at Matt in astonishment from where she sat on the floor. It was a sign she was relaxed in his presence to sit like this, although she still stumbled over her words occasionally.

It was their next session, and she was still recovering from what he had done to her last time. It was one thing for him to touch her naked breasts, but for him to finger-fuck her to climax was something else.
Surely it wasn’t just for the story, was it?

He blanched at the look on her face. “Not a good idea?”

“You’re going to have to repeat it before I can honestly answer that.”

“I’ve decided to have two bounty hunters so we have a love triangle. Well, not a triangle since that’s between the girl, her owner, and our original bounty hunter, but I’ve made the new bounty hunter Garin’s partner in the business and both fall for the girl and make love to her.”

“My only question is—why?”

Matt grimaced. “It seemed such a good idea at first. I thought back to what you all said that first night and some of the books we discussed after. Several of them were threesomes or more, and you seemed very keen on them. So it came to me in the middle of the night, why not make this a threesome story? It was a bad idea. I can see that, so I’ll change it.” He finished with a dejected sigh.

“Hell, no. Terrific plan. I love it. But if you want me to practice your scenes with another man, I am walking out now.”

“Oh God no!” Matt went even whiter than before, if that was possible.

Lissa was encouraged. He didn’t seem to like the idea of her with someone else.

“I was just going to sprint around the bed pretending to be both men.”

At that she fell about laughing.

Even Matt grinned. “I know. It’s stupid. But both Jessie and Rebecca would kill me if I asked their men to do it, and I’m not that friendly with anyone else to ask them.”

She sobered a little. “So it’s not that you don’t want any other man to touch me, just you are scared of the other women?”

“I will admit it—I am terrified of the other girls. But to be honest, I also don’t think I could do this with another guy touching you. I’d want to pulverize him.”

Lissa flushed as a ripple of desire went through her at his words. “Um, at the end of the last couple of scenes you had our heroes making love. How is that going to work with the new man?” she queried.

“Good question. I’m not sure yet if I’ll have the other guy come into it from the beginning or if he’ll meet them at a predetermined spot.”

She considered this. “It might work better for a love triangle with the latter scenario as the original hero will have a set relationship with the girl by that point and he will get jealous of any attention the new man gives to the girl. What are you calling him by the way?”

“That sounds good, I like it, and you can choose his name,” he finished distractedly, clearly thinking of the possibilities for this new twist in their story.

Deciding to snap his attention back to her, she suggested, “Yorick.”

“
Yorick
!”

She giggled at his horrified expression.

“I’m sacking you as my assistant.”

The giggling got harder. “I’m kidding you.” She thought hard for a moment. “How about Rayn—R-A-Y-N?”

He stared at her with incredulity. “Where did that come from?”

“God knows. I’ve probably read it somewhere. You want a hard-ish sounding name like Garin since both are bounty hunters and, as such, hard men. Miles won’t do as that sounds like someone artistic. I guess the
s
makes the name sound soft and musical. Larry, Barry, Freddie are secondary character names—the ‘
ee
’ sound at the name makes them gentler, not alpha male. However, if you want your hero to be a gentle musician, then call him Larry Miles.”

His look was one of amazement. “Wow. I’ve never given much academic thought to what I call my characters before now.”

She felt herself flushing. “Okay, Garin has met up with fellow bounty hunter, Rayn, who takes one look at the lovely Felissa and is overwhelmed with desire. However, she has to return it because if she doesn’t, Rayn becomes the bad guy in the eyes of the reader for wanting her.”

Matt continued the line of thought, getting into her synopsis. “Yeah, and Felissa, despite being attracted to Garin originally, is falling for Rayn because she sees Garin as the bad guy as he is the one who kidnapped her. So the tension builds until Garin and Rayn have a fight over Felissa.”

Lissa picked it up eagerly. “She is angry at them, goes off in a huff, and doesn’t realize that they have stopped fighting since before this they were really good friends and they have come to their senses.”

He jumped up from the sofa excited. “And they decide to both make love to her, and this is where my planned scene comes in when they go into the bedroom where the girl is waiting for them.”

She frowned. “Uh-uh. What does this mean for me? And why do the scenes we practice always have to include intimacy?”

“Because those are the scenes I need most help with.”

“Humph.”

“Come on—I need you in the bedroom.” He pulled her up from the floor and led her into the other room. As he did, she trembled with anticipation. So far Matt had tied her up and touched her breasts. Then he tied her up—this was clearly a favorite theme of his—whipped her, and kissed her passionately. Then last time ripped her clothes and sucked her breasts. And then he had finger-fucked her. She quivered remembering how good it felt.
What on earth would he do this time?

Stopping in the middle of the room, he stated, “Right, this is going to take some serious multitasking. Clothes off, please, and lie down on the bed crossways. She stood still. “Well, come on,” he requested impatiently.

She cleared her throat. “Um, are you asking me to get totally undressed?”

“Yeah, can’t do this scene unless you are.”

Shaking her head at her willingness to do this, she asked, “Okay, but I think I need to know what exactly we are going to practice here?”

Wagging a finger at her, he moved forward to help her out of her clothes. “Uh-uh. You’ll spoil the mood.
Felissa
has no idea what is going to happen to her.”

It was her turn to say, “Uh-uh.” She crossed her arms stopping his attempt to unbutton her top. “You’re telling me they’ve come into the room and found her naked. Quite why she would be naked on a bed when the two men have just had a fight I’ve no idea.”

He chuckled. “Because I’ve made it that way. God, you’re being literal again. Okay, this scene can be totally from her viewpoint, and she expects one or the other to come into the room to make love to her and is excited about it, so she gets ready for them. Will that do?”

She said laughingly, “I guess. Turn round so I can re-create this. Go on.” She waited until he did despite his look of disbelief. Although he had seen bits of her body before, she was still embarrassed and it would be the first time she was totally naked in front of him. Quickly taking off her clothes, she scampered onto the bed. “Um, Matt, why is she lying crossways on the bed?”