Opal Carew

by Twin Fantasies

  “Oh, yeah.” His eyes darkened and glazed a little as he watched her finger stroke up and down. She slipped the finger inside. His breathing accelerated.

  “This is what I want you to do to me,” she said as she slid the finger in and out. She moved it faster as she grasped his cock. “But with this.”

  She removed her finger and shifted her hips back a little. His gaze remained locked on her pussy. He grasped her wrist and raised her hand to his lips, then sucked her damp finger into his mouth. The feel of his hot mouth pulsing against her finger, knowing he tasted her juices, made her drip all the more.

  “Mmm. Very nice.” He laid his finger on her hot, moist flesh and stroked, feeling her wetness. “But I have a different idea for my very dirty, very wet girl.” His grin was pure mischief as he leaned forward and gave her a peck on the mouth. “Don’t move.”

  She watched in amazement as he walked away, leaving her naked, legs spread wide open, on the kitchen counter.

  A moment later, he returned, the purple penis sex toy in his hand.

  “Oh, no.” She waved her hands back and forth. “That thing doesn’t work for me.”

  Grinning, he held it up and pressed one of the buttons. The penis began its rotation.

  “I bet I can get it to work.” He pressed another button and the little flicky thing near the base began to vibrate.

  “I doubt it, I—” She felt a light vibration against her clit. “Ohhh.” She watched him hold the tiny clitoral stimulator against her button as tremors of pleasure rippled through her. How had he managed to do that when she had failed so miserably?

  He drew it away and she whimpered. He turned off the rotating shaft, then nudged it against her opening.

  “I don’t think—” Her halfhearted protest died on her lips as the purple erection glided into her. Her vagina clenched around the firm cock inside her.

  “Sweetheart . . .” He leaned forward and nuzzled her neck. His breath caressed her skin like a whisper-soft feather. “Have more faith in me.”

  He pressed a button and the shaft moved within her. She sucked in a breath. It rotated around and around, stroking her vaginal walls, sending thrilling sensations through her.

  Jake nuzzled her temple. “You like?”

  “Oh, definitely.” Her words came out hoarse, then she squeaked as a mild vibration quivered against her clitoris. Her eyes rolled back and her lids closed. “Oh, baby.”

  A storm of energy built within her, drawing her senses to peak awareness. Jake drew the toy away, sliding it out of her until the cock head swirled around the mouth of her vagina. His fingertip pulsed on her clit; then he sank the cock into her again. Riotous sensations flickered through her as the pleasure rose higher and higher.

  “Oh, God, yes,” she cried.

  She wrapped her arms around him and slammed her lips against his, jabbing her tongue into his mouth in wild thrusts. He stroked his tongue against hers, then leaned down to lick her nipple, then the other, as he pressed the vibration to her clit again. His mouth closed over her nipple and he sucked hard. Joy pounded through her as she catapulted into a mind-blowing orgasm, blissful pleasure ricocheting through every part of her.

  Finally, gasping for breath, she slumped against the cupboards behind her. Her eyelids flickered open to see Jake grinning at her.

  “And you thought it didn’t work.”

  He drew the purple penis from her depths. The whirring mechanism seemed incredibly loud now. He silenced it with the press of a button, then tossed the device into the empty sink.

  “Silly me.” She smiled.

  He captured her mouth, his tongue dipping in to stroke the inside of her lips. She curled her arms around his neck and drew him close, pressing her naked breasts to his fully clothed chest.

  He cupped her breast and gave a light squeeze.

  “Now, my dirty girl, this powerful businessman wants to have his way with you.”

  She pressed her arm against her head in the classic damsel-in-distress gesture. “I’m helpless against you. What are you going to do to me?”

  He dabbed lightly at her clitoris and murmured in her ear, “I’m going to drive my enormous cock into your dripping wet pussy.”

  Shivers pulsed through her.

  “No, you mustn’t,” she cried in mock concern.

  His cock head rubbed against her intimate flesh and she moaned. He thrust forward, and she cried out at the exquisite feel of his cock propelling into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed deep inside. She ran her hands across his incredibly tight butt muscles.

  As soon as he started moving within her, she felt an orgasm blossoming again.

  “Oh, God, Jenna . . .” He gasped. “I hope . . . you’re close . . . because I won’t . . . last . . . long.” The cadence of his speech was broken by his steady thrusts.

  The heat in her core expanded, quivering through every part of her.

  “Jake . . .” His name came out as tight as her fists, which clenched the fabric of his shirt. “I’m going to . . .” She gasped as he spiraled inside her. “Oh, yes.” The waves of pleasure rippled over her. “I’m coming.”

  He grunted, pausing deep inside her for a second as she clung to him. He began to move again, thrusting faster, kissing the side of her neck. He accelerated her pleasure to new heights.

  “Yes,” she wailed, her voice trembling, as she fell into total bliss.

  Slowly, she floated back to the real world, as he held her close, her head against his chest, and tenderly stroked her hair.

  “Wow.” It didn’t seem sufficient but it was all she could think to say.

  He kissed the top of her head.

  “Absolutely, wow,” he agreed.

  She smiled and tipped her head up for a kiss. He met her lips hungrily, his arms tightening around her.

  “My, God, Jenna. I love you so much.”

  Her insides quivered as she realized she was in love with Jake, too. Despite the deep sense of security and love she felt with Ryan, she knew that she felt something just as deep with Jake. It was too powerful to be just an echo of her feeling for Ryan.

  My God, am I really in love with both men?

  CHAPTER 14

  JAKE’S STRONG, WARM hands encircled Jenna’s waist and he lifted her from the counter. She held his hand as he led her through the bedroom toward the ensuite bathroom. Her gaze followed the curve of his sexy, hard butt as he walked ahead of her.

  She still basked in the glow of love, but a nagging voice reminded her that Ryan still loved her and waited patiently for her answer—an answer she was farther from than before.

  Jake stopped in front of the shower and she smiled up at him. He smiled and kissed her tenderly.

  She stroked her hands across his shoulders, then under the collar of his shirt, stroking across his upper chest, loving the feel of taut, well-formed muscles under her fingertips. She unfastened his buttons and pushed his shirt off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. He tugged off his briefs and socks, then led her into the large glass shower stall.

  The warm water beat down on them as he soaped her body from top to bottom. He paid particular attention to her behind, stroking around and around the curve of each cheek with slick, soap-covered hands.

  “My turn,” she insisted. She grabbed the translucent amber bar of soap and rubbed it until her hands were covered with suds. She wrapped her hands around his penis and slid them up and down. His skin felt slick and satin-smooth. He hardened within her grasp. His slick hands swirled over her breasts. Once he’d soaped them thoroughly, she leaned forward and rubbed against him, her breasts sliding up and down his chest, leaving a path of suds.

  His hand slipped between her legs, lathering her up. The erotic feel of his hands gliding over her made her vagina ache with longing. She became impossibly slick, a combination of soap and her natural, intimate lubricant. As he stroked her pussy with one hand, slipping one finger inside her, his other hand caressed her butt. She tossed her head ba
ck, the water streaming through her long hair, plastering it to her back. He pulled her pelvis tight against his and leaned down to plant his mouth on her nipple.

  “Oh, Jake, yes.”

  He slid another finger inside her and stroked in circles, stimulating all kinds of interesting sensations. She grasped his cock again, pumping him in time with the circles of pleasure he stirred within her. He curled his fingers and stroked her vagina, finding her G-spot. He eased her back against the tile wall.

  Her breathing accelerated as the pleasure increased. With infinite patience he stroked her, up and down.

  “Oh, that’s so good.”

  She gasped for breath. Warm water rushed over her left shoulder and streamed down her body.

  “Yes. Oh, yes.” Flashes of intense joy followed by spikes of bliss shot through her; then they coalesced into one brilliant sweep of overwhelming pleasure in a powerful, mind-numbing orgasm.

  Before it waned, he slid his hands around her thighs and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him as he drove into her in one deep, hard thrust, propeling her toward heaven. She clung to his wet shoulders as he pounded into her, her wail of pleasure echoing around them in the tiled shower stall. He grunted and held her fast against the wall. She felt his hot semen filling her womb and she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, welcoming every drop.

  She nuzzled his neck, then across his shoulder, and reveled in the heat of his body and the warmth of the water still streaming over them.

  After they rinsed off, he patted her dry with a big blue fluffy towel, then helped her on with his robe. The phone warbled in the next room.

  “I’ll get it.” Jake planted a kiss in the crook of her neck.

  She watched his fabulous retreating butt as he walked into the bedroom totally naked. She wrapped a towel around her hair and twisted it on top, then followed him into the other room.

  Jake held the receiver out to her, his expression sour.

  “Who is it?” she asked.

  “Ryan.”

  Ryan. Oh, God, she’d forgotten he was going to call. He’d said he wanted to see her tonight.

  She shuffled toward Jake, then sighed and tucked the robe tighter around herself as she took the receiver from Jake’s outstretched hand.

  “Hello, Ryan.” She shoved one hand in her pocket and gazed down at the spiral telephone cord.

  “Hi. How are you doing?” he asked.

  “Fine.” Her gaze flicked up to Jake, scowling on the other side of the room as he pulled on a pair of pants. She sat down on the edge of the bed.

  “Is everything alright?”

  “Uh-huh.” She understood that her tight words didn’t make it sound like everything was alright, but she was self-conscious with Jake staring at her. Her free hand stroked back and forth over the smooth burgundy-and-navy patterned duvet.

  “Jake’s right there, isn’t he?” Ryan asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Listen, Jenna. I really need to talk to you about something. I’ve checked into the Marriott downtown. Would you join me for dinner?”

  She lowered her voice. “Ryan, you promised Jake you’d leave us alone for a month.”

  “That’s right,” Jake grumbled in the background.

  “I know. I wouldn’t have broken that promise if it wasn’t important. Please, Jenna, I drove all the way here.”

  She ran her hand over her face and glanced up at Jake. Noting the tight line of his mouth, she stood up and paced a little, then turned toward the window.

  “Yeah, okay. What time?”

  “I’m leaving right now to pick you up.”

  “What’s going on, Jenna?” Jake demanded.

  She covered the mouthpiece.

  “Ryan needs to talk. He’s coming over to pick me up for dinner.”

  Jake reached for the receiver. “What the hell are you doing?” he demanded into the phone. “Yeah?” He stood in silence for a moment, scowling. “Yeah.” A few more seconds passed and Jake’s scowl deepened. “Okay, fine, but I’m driving her over.”

  He grabbed a pen and paper from the bedside table.

  “What’s the name of the restaurant?” His fingers clenched around the pen so tightly Jenna was sure it was going to snap. “I don’t think so.” He tapped the pen on the paper. “Yeah, I’ll say it’s private.”

  He glanced at Jenna, then he turned away.

  “Damn it, Ryan. Don’t put me in this position.” He listened for a moment longer, then slammed down the phone.

  He glanced at her, his lips a tight line.

  “Is there a problem?” she asked. From what she’d heard on this side of the conversation and Jake’s reaction, she had a pretty good guess what Ryan had suggested.

  “He wants you to eat in his room.”

  Bingo.

  “Says he needs to talk to you privately.” He took her hand and locked gazes with her. “You don’t have to go, Jenna.”

  She squeezed his fingers. “Yes, I do. He and I dated for over a year. He asked me to marry him and at one point I said yes. I won’t deny him dinner and a conversation.”

  His expression went grim. “Will you deny him sex?”

  “Jake!”

  He tugged her into his arms and held her tightly against his body, his hands firm against her back.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” he said as he stroked her hair. “I just can’t stand the thought of you making love with him.” He tipped her chin up. “I love you too much.”

  Tears welled in her eyes.

  “And I love you.”

  His eyes softened and a smile spread across his face. He drew her close for a sweet, tender kiss. Ardently, his lips moved over hers in silent persuasion.

  “Does that mean you’ve decided between us?” His dark eyes, so filled with hope, stared deep into hers.

  “I . . . uh . . .” Queasiness undulated through her.

  She sank onto the bed. He sat down beside her and took her hand.

  “Jake, I do love you, but—”

  “But?” Alarm skittered through his eyes.

  She squeezed his hand. “I’m worried that you’ll grow bored of me.”

  Puzzlement crinkled his features. “Why the hell would you think that?”

  “Because yesterday morning you were so wrapped up in your papers you hardly noticed me. I mean, I understand that everyone needs time to themselves, but it was the morning after the first time we’d ever made love. It just set off warning bells, that’s all.”

  “Jenna, I wasn’t ignoring you.”

  She stared down at their joined hands. “It certainly felt like it.”

  He shook his head. “I didn’t want to tell you this. I didn’t want to make you feel bad.”

  Her eyes widened and her stomach tightened. He took her hand between his. “I wasn’t ignoring you, I was trying to deal with my own feelings. I was hurt.”

  “Hurt? I . . . I don’t understand.”

  “The night before, just before you fell asleep . . .”

  “Yes?”

  He sighed.

  Her thoughts were going a mile a minute. What had she done? Suddenly, a dim memory wobbled through her brain. Her jaw dropped open and she covered her mouth with her hands.

  “No, I didn’t . . .”

  “You called me Ryan.”

  “Oh, God. Oh, Jake.” She stroked his cheek, her eyes pleading with him to forgive her. “I’m so sorry.”

  He hugged her to him.

  “I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to make you feel bad.”

  “But I hurt you.”

  He raised her hand to his mouth and kissed it.

  “You didn’t mean to. Look, Jenna, you’ve been through a lot, I know that. I’m only mentioning it now because . . .”

  He slid his hands to her shoulders and drew her around to face him.

  “Because I’ll be damned if I’ll let you believe I’d ever be bored with you. Or neglect you. I love you too much.”

  He brought hi
s lips to hers, and in that loving, tender kiss, she knew she’d found the man she would spend the rest of her life with.

  AS JAKE NEGOTIATED the car through the highway traffic into the city, Jenna’s thoughts turned to Ryan.

  How could she face him now that she knew she was in love with Jake?

  She ran her finger along the dash then fiddled with the button on the glove compartment door.

  She glanced over at Jake and watched his profile flickering in and out of light as cars passed in the opposite lane. Jake definitely loved her and he would make time for her, and she knew he would make a fabulous father when the baby came.

  With Jake being the baby’s true father, things really had worked out for the best.

  Except for Ryan.

  Her heart sank a little as she realized it wasn’t fair to keep Ryan’s hopes up. Somehow, tonight, she had to find a way to tell Ryan that it was over between them.

  If only she didn’t have to choose.

  JAKE PULLED UP in front of the hotel. A doorman in an elaborate burgundy and gold uniform opened the car door for Jenna. Jake walked her into the lobby, his arm around her waist. Jenna spotted Ryan immediately, walking toward them.

  “Jenna.” Ryan leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.

  He rested his hand on her lower back and drew her away from Jake.

  “I’ll come back to pick you up in two hours, Jenna,” Jake said firmly.

  “I’ll drive her back,” Ryan responded.

  “I don’t think so.” Jake glared at his brother.

  Jenna put her hand on Jake’s chest. “It’s okay, Jake. Ryan can drive me.”

  Jake scowled but didn’t argue with her. He did pull her into his arms and kiss her, hard and passionately, leaving her breathless. Before he let her go, he murmured against her ear, “Remember that while you’re up there.”

  Ryan narrowed his eyes, but said nothing. He took Jenna’s arm and led her to the elevator. A few minutes later, he opened the door to his room on the eighteenth floor.

  A suite, actually, she saw as she entered. Decorated in soft shades of brown, punctuated with the odd splash of tomato red in the artwork and silk flower arrangements, it looked quite elegant. She sat down on the light beige leather sofa.