Opal Carew

by Twin Fantasies

  “What do you want me to do now, Jenna?”

  “I, uh. . .”

  Her gaze stayed riveted on his groin as he shifted the briefs 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.

  “Your cock. I want to see your cock.”

  His smile broadened.

  “Man, you’re gorgeous when you say dirty words.”

  He dropped the briefs and she sucked in her breath. His cock was long and hard, the head purple with wanting her.

  “Here it is, sweetheart. What do you want me to do with it now?”

  “Bring it over here.” Her words were deep and throaty with need.

  He sat on the bed beside her and she stroked down his stomach, reveling in the hard ripples of his muscles under her fingertips. Her fingers glided through his pubic hair and slid around his erection. She ran her fingertips lightly around the ridge below the head. After a moment, she leaned forward and licked the tip of him, then drew the head into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around him a few times before he groaned.

  “No, Jenna. Stop.” His hands grasped her shoulders gently and he eased her back.

  She drew her mouth away and gazed up at him.

  “What’s wrong?” Her voice was as shaky as she felt, her confidence dropping to her ankles.

  She glanced down at her hands, now folded in her lap. She’d been afraid that plain, old Jenna wouldn’t be able to please him. He tucked his hand under her chin and lifted it so she faced him again.

  “Don’t look like that, sweetheart. I loved what you were doing.” His penis bobbed up and down in agreement. “It’s just that I want to concentrate on pleasing you.”

  “But touching you does please me.”

  He smiled. “I’m glad.” He kissed her tenderly. “I tell you what. How about you touch all you want, but not before you ask me to do something for you?”

  Excitement skittered through her. He did want her touch and he wanted to please her.

  “Okay, I guess I’d like you to undress me.”

  He stroked his finger down the placket of her blouse.

  “Be more specific.”

  “I . . . I want you to take off my blouse.”

  His fingers moved to the neckline of her top. The brush of his fingers against her skin as he released the first button sent electricity coursing through her. He dragged his fingertip along her skin to the second button, and released that one. By the time he released the last one, below her belly button, her skin was on fire. He slid the blouse over her shoulders and slipped it off her arms. Goose bumps quivered along her exposed flesh. His gaze fell to her breasts, swelling over the top of her black underwire bra.

  He looked but he didn’t touch . . . and she wanted him to touch. Desperately.

  She leaned forward and kissed him, stroking her hands over his temples.

  “What now, Jenna?” His voice, low and sexy, rumbled through her.

  “I want you to touch my breasts,” she murmured, her voice full of need.

  His fingertips stroked the white flesh above her bra. His other hand cupped underneath, warming her in his palm. She wanted the lace out of the way, wanted to feel his hands on her naked skin.

  She nuzzled against his ear, then blew gently and whispered, “Take off my bra.”

  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.

  “Oh, God, Jake. Oh, yes.”

  He suckled, then dabbed, then suckled. The waves of bliss pummeled over her, then swept her away.

  Once her moans subsided, Jake’s tongue stilled and he smiled up at her. He stretched out beside her.

  “It sounds like you enjoy
ed that.”

  She smiled broadly. “I did.”

  She reached for his erection and stroked lightly up and down, using only her fingertips.

  “Do you like this?”

  “I do.”

  She pushed him flat on the bed and climbed over him. “Good, I’m going to take my turn to play now.”

  She wrapped her hands around his rock-hard cock and lifted it straight up, perpendicular to his body. It twitched in her hands. Her lips brushed the tip and she dabbed at the tiny hole with her tongue. She stroked his shaft with a single fingertip, then spiraled around the tip. His cock was so gorgeous with its kid-leather skin, the bulbous mushroom-shaped head, and its long, long, shaft. She yearned to suck and squeeze it in her mouth, but this game he’d started appealed to her. He’d told her to let him do all the work.

  She licked again, then released him and lay back on the bed. He glanced at her, eyebrows raised.

  She shrugged. “You told me to let you do all the work.” She glanced at his cock then his face. “So, go ahead.”

  He smiled and wrapped a big hand around his erection. His purple cock head peered out the top of his hand.

  “You mean like this?” His hand glided toward his body, then forward again.

  She nodded, watching intently as his hand moved forward and back in long, smooth strokes. She could imagine that beautiful shaft stroking the walls of her vagina as he thrust into her. Her nipples ached. She curled a finger over one and stroked.

  He pivoted toward her, his hand moving faster, his eyes glazing as he watched her intently. She smiled and stroked her other nipple, plucking both hard nubs at the same time.

  “Jenna, you’re driving me wild.”

  She slid one hand down her belly, then between her legs, into the slick moistness.

  “Oh, sweetheart, I . . .” Suddenly, he jerked and white liquid spewed from his cock, splattering across her chest.

  She sucked in a breath. The hot semen spurted again and again.

  He laughed, then pushed himself up on his elbow.

  “You get me so damned hot.” He dragged a finger through the white gobs, then slid it downward. “That should have gone here.”

  He pressed his fingertip to her opening. She moaned as he slid his finger inside and swirled around.

  “Oh, yeah. That’s a good place for it.”

  He stroked over her clit. The dripping moisture between her legs told her it was time to make another request.

  “Mmm. I need something from you but I’m not sure you’re ready.”

  Staring at his cock, she licked her lips and opened her legs wider. His wilted member twitched to life.

  His mouth turned up in a wicked grin. “Baby, I’m ready if you are.”

  “I want you to come here. Then I want you to lick and suck my breasts until the nipples are so hard I can’t stand it.”

  “Whatever you say, Jenna.”

  He prowled over her, then sucked one breast into his mouth so hard she gasped.

  “That’s one down,” she responded shakily.

  He smiled, then licked the second one and sucked slowly but mercilessly. Within ten seconds he had her gasping for air.

  He grinned down at her, his eyes twinkling.

  “Okay, now what?”

  She smiled. “Now, I want you to thrust your enormous cock deep inside me.”

  His eyes darkened with potent sexual need. He pressed the tip of his cock against her moist opening and slowly eased it forward.

  “No, drive it in fast and hard.”

  “God, Jenna, I love it when you talk this way.”

  He lunged forward, stretching the length of her vagina in one sudden thrust. She moaned loudly. He pulled back, the head of his penis dragging along her vagina, then he thrust again. She wrapped her legs around his body, crossing her ankles behind him, pulling him even deeper.

  He pumped into her. Her breathing accelerated as the pleasure escalated. Swells of pure bliss pulsed through her, spinning her through a vortex of incredible sensations.

  “Jenna, come for me. Let me hear you scream in pleasure.”

  “Oh, yes. You’re making me come.” She moaned as the orgasm crashed over her. His body tensed and she felt liquid heat flood her insides. Still he pumped into her. As she continued to ride his cock, his fingers edged between them and he stroked her clit. The ebbing climax flared again and she moaned against his ear.

  He continued to stimulate her clitoris and thrust his rigid rod into her. The orgasm seemed to last forever. When it finally tapered off, she clung to him.

  “That was fabulous.” She nuzzled close against his chest, suddenly very tired. “The best ever.”

  She yawned, then kissed the base of his neck. “Going to sleep now.” She stroked across his stomach. “Night, Ryan.”

  JAKE STARED AT the sleeping Jenna, his chest wrapped with iron bands of pain. The sex had been fantastic. His ploy to help her past her nervousness had worked beautifully. She had opened up and eventually reveled in sex talk. Then she had brought him to the brink of climax several times, then held him back, building his energy to finally burst out in an incredible release.

  It’s too bad she had forgotten who he was.

  She’d called him Ryan.

  A numbness settled deep in his belly. Now he knew how his brother had felt, and he didn’t like it one bit. In fact, the pain was almost unbearable.

  He stroked her hair behind her ear. He loved her so much his whole body throbbed with it. She had agreed to stay here with him this month, to give herself a chance to fall in love with the father of her baby—his baby—but now he wondered if that would even be possible.

  Could it be that his lovely Jenna was actually in love with his brother after all?

  THE NEXT MORNING, Jenna woke up in Jake’s bed alone, but the glow from last night’s lovemaking still warmed her. She pushed back the covers and checked the ensuite bathroom to see if Jake was in the shower, but all she found was a damp bath towel hanging on a heated towel rack.

  She pulled a dry towel from the shelves beside the large Jacuzzi bathtub. Ten minutes later, she stepped out of the stall dripping wet. She towel-dried her hair, ran a comb through it, then shrugged into the fleece robe she found hanging on a hook beside the shower. It was baggy on her, the arms hanging over her hands, but she tied the belt tightly and rolled up the sleeves. She loved the smell of Jake surrounding her as the robe enfolded her in warmth.

  As she stepped back into the bedroom, she glanced at the clock beside the bed. Five after eight. Jake didn’t leave for work until eight fifteen. Maybe he was in the kitchen having breakfast. She headed down the hallway, trying not to run, wanting to feel his arms around her again before he left. Sam lay on the carpet by the living room window, stretched out in a patch of sunlight.

  Jenna pushed open the kitchen door and smiled when she saw Jake sitting on a stool at the eating counter, sipping coffee and reading a report. Suddenly, she felt shy and nervous.

  “Good morning,” she said.

  He glanced up.

  “Hi. The kettle’s full of hot water if you want to make some herbal tea. I didn’t know when you’d be up so I didn’t make it.”

  “That’s okay.” She felt awkward. He hadn’t smiled and his tone was polite but distant. Had she done something wrong?

  She sat on the stool beside him, deciding she was just being paranoid, and rested her hand on his thigh, needing some kind of physical contact with him.

  “How did you sleep?” she asked tentatively.

  “Fine,” he answered and said no more. He continued reading from the papers in front of him.

  Her heart clenched. He was shutting her out and she didn’t know why.

  “Jake?”

  “Hmm?” He didn’t look up.

  Jake wished he’d left before Jenna had gotten up, but now he couldn’t just jump up and leave. Damn it, he didn’t want to talk to her right now. His feelings were still a little too tender.

  He co
uld still hear her kitten-soft words. Night, Ryan. His heart clenched. And the feel of her hand on his thigh was pure torture. He didn’t intend to throw it in her face. She hadn’t done it to hurt him. In fact, he was sure she didn’t even realize she had done it.

  “Jake, is there something wrong?”

  He glanced at her.

  “No, of course not.” He stood up, putting some needed distance between them. “I’ve got to leave for work.”

  He could feel her staring at him as he grabbed his briefcase and headed for the kitchen door. Something compelled him to look back at her before he pushed through the doorway. Tears welled in her eyes.

  Oh, damn. He dropped the case and strode to her side, then gathered her in his arms. “Sweetheart, what is it?”

  “I . . . don’t . . . know. Last . . . night . . . we . . .” Her words were punctuated by sobs, then trailed off into heavy-duty sniffling.

  Hell, he hadn’t meant to upset her. In fact, he’d wanted to escape before she even sensed something was wrong.

  He grabbed a tissue from the box on the counter and handed it to her. “Here,” he said in a gentle tone. “Blow your nose and take a deep breath.”

  She did what he suggested and tried again.

  “Last night, we were so close and then this morning . . .” Another sob broke loose. “This morning, you don’t even want to be near me.” The words rushed out, then she sobbed again.

  He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his body, feeling more than a little guilty.

  “I’m sorry, honey. I just had something on my mind.” He kissed the top of her head. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

  The only response she made was a sniffle. He cupped her chin and lifted her face. It broke his heart to see her large blue eyes rimmed with tears.

  “I told you, sweetie. Nothing’s wrong.”

  “You’re sure?”

  He kissed the tip of her nose. “Absolutely.”

  She dashed fresh tears from her eyes.

  “I’m sorry, I guess it’s just the hormones.” She clutched the lapels of the robe. A tenuous, trembling smile curved her lips. “If I keep acting like this, you really won’t want to be around me.”