Friends With Partial Benefits (25 page)

Downstairs, Jillian cut ten slices of cake and served them without coffee. She told her guests the coffeemaker was broken, and when one of the men offered to take a look at it, Jillian told him she threw it away. She was acting nervous, and Victoria could tell something was up. The group was loudly talking and making over the dessert as Jillian barely touched her slice. When guests asked for tea, they joked that maybe all her pots were also broken. Giving them a fake laugh, Jillian rushed to the kitchen, and Victoria watched her, concerned.

In the kitchen, Jillian started to fill the kettle. Victoria came up behind her. "What the hell is wrong with you? You’re acting crazy."

"Brian’s here."

"Where?"

"In my bedroom. He just got here five minutes ago."

"Why?"

"Because, evidently, we’re no longer just friends." Jillian wore a huge smile.

"Why aren’t you up there?"

"I have a house full of people, and I don’t want to be rude."

"Fuck being rude. When’s the last time you had sex?"

Jillian shook her hands nervously. "I, uh, couldn’t even tell you right now."

Victoria walked over to the cake, cut a slice, and placed it on a plate for her. "Take this upstairs to him, then come down in two minutes and act like you have a migraine."

Jillian smiled at her. "I can do that."

Walking into the bedroom with the cake, Jillian spotted Brian holding her laptop with his eyes wide and glued to the screen. He looked up at her and smiled for only a moment before returning to his reading.

She moved to the bed. "What are you doing?"

"Hold on." He motioned to her with a finger without looking at her. "This is really getting good."

"You aren’t supposed to be reading that."

"You said to read something." He glanced at her. "Are you Anastasia? And am I Brice?"

"Maybe."

"We, I mean they... had a whole lot more fun when they got back from the movies without Anastasia’s pesky son, Ryder, there." He smiled, then returned to the screen.

She cleared her throat, but he again held up his finger. "Really. I’m almost there… or Brice is, anyway." Brian looked at her and winked, then returned to the screen as Jillian sat next to him on the bed.

"Do you like it?" She asked as she used the fork to cut off a bite of cake and put it to his mouth. He smiled at her, opened his mouth, and she slid it in. He savored the taste. "Wow, you nailed the cake. Good job."

"What about the story?"

"It’s the best thing I’ve ever read." Returning to the book, he pointed to the screen. "Is this what we would have done if Rob hadn’t been home?"

She focused on the text and read a bit before murmuring, "Uh-huh." Then she sensuously licked the remnants of icing from his fork.

He grabbed her arm as he finished reading a sentence. "This thing with Brice lying on his stomach and Anastasia doing that with his... Is that even possible? It sounds freaking amazing."

"What?"

Squinting, she read for a moment and then nodded. "Victoria says it’s possible. She says she’s done it, and they always come back for more."

"I’ll bet."

Just then she remembered Victoria. "I’ve got to run downstairs. Victoria is going to help me convince everyone I have a migraine." She made a strange face. "How’s this? Do I look like I have a headache?"

"No, that looks like you have a head injury. Just rub your temple, keep your mouth open slightly, and look like you can’t stand bright lights."

"Okay." Nodding, she got to her feet.

"If we’re going to do all this tonight, I really need to take a shower or two. I left right from the court."

"Good idea. I'll be right back." She rushed from the room.

Outside the dining room, Jillian took a calming breath. When she entered the room, she followed Brian’s instructions and made her way back to her chair with her hand over her eyes, trying to shield the light from her face. Her guests were enjoying tea and remained lost in loud conversation. It was as if no one noticed she had been gone at all. Jillian and Victoria shared a wide-eyed look, and Victoria mouthed,
"THEY WON’T LEAVE!"

Victoria said loudly, "Oh, Jillian, are you feeling any better?"

Jillian groaned in a labored voice, "No, not really. I’m so sorry about this."

"Well, everybody, I think we should be going, since—" Victoria began.

"What kind of tea is this?" A female guest interrupted, then turned her attention to Jillian, waiting for a response.

After staring at the woman, dumbfounded, Jillian closed her eyes. Victoria stood, picked up her wineglass, banged the side of it with a fork, and announced, "Jillian has a bad migraine, and she would like it very much if we all left now."

Another female guest came to life. "Oh, I get them also. Do you keep a list of food triggers? I must stay away from onions."

Yet another female guest blurted out, "It’s coffee for me and white chocolate. Oh, and tree nuts."

Victoria looked again to Jillian and exhaled deeply. "All right, everybody, get the hell out of here now!"

The guests all froze with their eyes glued to Victoria as she continued, "Jillian has a guy upstairs, a hot sexy guy, and she wants to, for lack of a better phrase, fuck the absolute crap out of him..." The guests focused on Jillian, who had her eyebrows raised, as Victoria finished up with, "... all night long. And she wanted all night to start, like, ten minutes ago."

Jillian said to Victoria, "I could’ve done that, but thanks for your help."

The guests didn’t seem offended at all as they started collecting their things and making their way to the foyer. Jillian held the door, and the comments flowed.

"You should have told us sooner."

"We know how long it’s been for you."

"This is great news."

When only Victoria and Jillian remained at the open door, Victoria smiled at her. "Any chance of a threesome? I’ve never had one, but I’m a very giving partner."

"You’ve never had a threesome?" Jillian gave her a skeptical look.

"Well, not one with just one guy."

Jillian gave her a tired expression. "Get the hell out of here."

Victoria walked out the door, then turned back as Jillian was closing it and said, "Maybe tomorrow ni—"

Jillian leaned with her back against the door, relieved. Rushing to the powder room, she checked her face. She frowned as she looked in the mirror at her semi-frazzled appearance. After pushing her hair around a little, she shrugged, displeased, and then headed up the stairs.

When Jillian entered the room, she found Brian naked on the bed with his arms behind his head. He smiled at her. "Brice is really talented. He’s able to perform three times in Chapter Thirteen alone, I think it was."

She walked over to him, thinking. "Four."

"Wow. Four."

Standing near the bed, she gazed down at his nude body. "I like having you naked in my bed like this. It feels like I hired you, or something."

"To get it four times in one night, you’d better be paying me."

She reached behind her back and unzipped her dress as he watched. She shimmied her shoulders, and the dress tumbled to the floor. Jillian stood before him in a white satin bra and panties set, and his heart skipped two fucking beats.

"You really have the sexiest underwear I’ve ever seen, and you look spectacular in all of it."

Smiling, she reached to unhook her bra. He held his hand up. "Wait." She gave him an odd look until he added, "Put the dress back on. Let’s back up, and I’ll show you what I would have done that night we came back from the movies."

She grinned, reached down to the floor, pulled the dress over her shoulders, and zipped it up a little. He got out of bed, stood behind her, and whispered in her ear, "I’ve been fantasizing a lot about it."

"So have I."

He placed his hands gently on her neck, and electricity shot through her body. His penis quickly responded and pressed into her lower back. Feeling it, she gasped.

He moved his lips close to her neck. "Remember, we were at the door before we were... interrupted."

Closing her eyes, she sighed. "Um-hm."

He took hold of her zipper and pulled it down all the way as he kissed the side of her neck. She exhaled softly. He slipped his hands under the dress straps on her shoulders and slowly moved them aside until the dress fell to the floor. Returning his lips to her neck, he grasped her bra strap with both hands and expertly released it. He slid his hands around to her breasts and pushed the cups from her chest as he sucked gently on the flesh of her neck. Reaching back, she grabbed his hips, pulling him to her, his hardness pressing between the cheeks of her ass.

He slipped his hands to her panties and pushed them down. He pulled his lips from her neck, backed up a bit, and gazed at her curvy backside. "My God, you have an amazing body!"

Jillian gasped, gyrating her hips until her panties fell to the floor before turning to him. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, her mouth opening wide to accept his tongue. Their bodies pressed together with his erection slipping down between her legs. He brought his hands to her breasts; she took hold of his engorged penis with both hands.

Pulling away from him, she slid onto the bed. She moved to the middle and lay down; he joined her, kneeling between her spread legs. He leaned his head down to her and kissed her full on the mouth. She pulled him down until his hard, naked body was covering her. Wrapping her legs around him, she drew him even closer as he moved to kiss her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth as she leaned her head back, breathless. She wrapped her arms around him and caressed his neck as he sucked hard on one nipple, then slowly moved to the other.

Tilting her head toward him, she began, "This feels great, but if you don’t put it inside me soon, I’m going to..."

He looked up at her momentarily and smiled. He slid up and held his erection with one hand as he guided it to her swollen, wet entrance. Putting her mouth to his neck, she kissed him. She gently sucked in his flesh as he pushed down slightly and slowly slid inside her. She stared up at the ceiling, her eyes wide, as she softly gasped.

Pulling his head up, he moaned. She met his gaze, and they stared into each other’s eyes as he pressed harder, slipping his length fully inside her.

He held still while catching his breath for a moment. "Why the hell did we wait?"

She shook her head with a grin, held his hips, then slipped her hand around to his ass, and ran her finger gently at the top of the crease. "You feel so cute."

Brian smiled at her. "So do you."

She wrapped her legs around him tighter as he pulled back then began to pump in her slowly. They kissed again as Jillian spread her legs wide and held them up in the air as he continued passionately making love to her. Angling her hips downward, she adjusted her position until his erection was stimulating her in just the right place. She opened her mouth wide and slammed her eyes shut as he rhythmically pumped into her.

Reaching down, she grasped his shaft, guiding it into her harder. He got the message and lifted up on his toes as he drove into her faster. They looked into each other’s eyes and were one. Focusing all his energy, he flexed his muscles, collapsing onto her, his erection pressing deep inside her, his girth filling her fully. Gasping, she exploded with a giant orgasm.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him. They held there a moment until he began to move slowly inside of her. Releasing her hold of him, he pumped faster and faster. He strained then came hard, yelling out loud. He pumped twice more, pushed into her as far as he could, then slumped on her, desperate to catch his breath.

For the next few hours, they performed all the acts outlined in Chapters Twelve through Fourteen. When they finally fell asleep, it was just after 4:00 a.m. A few hours later, she woke him to execute one of the two acts described in Chapter Sixteen. They followed the manuscript, more or less, and for the first time in her life, Jillian’s imagination came to life, and it was actually better than it read on the page.

When Jillian woke on Saturday morning, Brian was still asleep. After showering, she put on a short, silky robe, went downstairs, and prepared a fabulous breakfast for him. When she entered the bedroom forty minutes later with the tray, she found him reading from her laptop again. She rolled her eyes, grinned, and placed the tray on the bed.

He closed the computer and then put it down. "Anastasia is really a naughty girl."

"She can be."

Gazing down at the plate of pancakes, he rubbed his hands together. "I’m starving. Those look good."

"I’ve been following your advice."