Denys, Jennifer - Just Good Friends [Friends and Acquaintances 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Jennifer Denys

  “Oh God!” She took in several ragged breaths as she opened her knees. Not far, but as Sam managed to get his hand in and touch her inner thigh, her heart dropped to her stomach, her mouth suddenly dry. He continued gentle caresses up her thigh, which was trembling by this time, stopping at the crease at the top of her leg while he leaned back down on his side and took a nipple in his mouth. Jessie moaned loudly then bit her lip in embarrassment.

  “God, your breasts are lovely. I’ve always loved a woman’s breasts but never realized before what a perfect pair you’ve got.” She felt herself go bright red at this remark. When he ran a tongue over her nipple, she jumped again, but he held her down with his palm on her thigh and continued his study of her breast, gently nipping the tip. He abandoned her body to swiftly divest himself of his garments, taking a moment to put a condom on. By the time he finished, her eyes were open once again, studying his body.

  Jessie’s first thought was that he looked pretty fit and was surprised that she thought he might be anything less, as he did like to go running. Her second thought was how erect he was. She swallowed. He looked pretty huge.

  He tutted at her. Then taking his shirt and rolling it up, he loosely pressed it around her face covering her eyes. “I seem to recall from the scene we’re recreating that the hero did something vaguely similar.” He then pulled open her thighs even further and knelt in between. As she started to shake, he ran a hand up her thigh, quietly shushing her. He then laid his other hand at her waist, stroking her soft skin in circles, getting lower until he reached her mound.

  Jessie emitted something between a moan and a cry, her lip between her teeth again. His hand continued its circles, rubbing gently over her clit, then dipped down. At this moment, a gush of wetness came out. “Oh shit, I think I’ve peed on you.”

  Sam laughed. “No, sweetheart, I assure you this isn’t pee.”

  “It’s been so long I’d forgotten the sensation.”

  “In fact it smells quite lovely.”

  “You’re not smelling me!” She then felt his face close to her pussy, proving he was actually doing that. “Oh God.”

  He chuckled at her reaction then moved in to lick her. That got more swearing, from him as well as her, as his nose nearly got mashed at her thrashing.

  “I think you are quite nicely aroused.” He moved up her body, gripping her hips in his hands as he moved his cock slowly into her pussy. Her gasp turned into a slightly strangled moan as she tensed at the pain of accommodating his size after so many years of not having a lover.

  She felt him holding still, waiting until she began to relax. He then thrust in, just slightly, each time pushing in deeper. She’d also forgotten the feeling of having someone inside her—the fullness and the increasing stimulation.

  “God, you’re so tight, but it feels so good.”

  She moaned, her body starting to thrash beneath his, pulling up and down his cock with little effort from him.

  “Sam, I’m going to come,” Jessie cried, her arousal peaking.

  “Come for me, then.” Her climax came hard, and she bucked beneath him, yelling loudly.

  She felt Sam come crashing immediately after her. “Holy cow. That was one of the quickest climaxes I’ve ever had.” He continued to thrust in and out of her, slowing gradually as she came back to earth.

  After a few moments, Sam reached up, removing Jessie’s makeshift blindfold. “So to finish our discussion for today, how did it feel to be tied up?”

  Jessie giggled, her face hot with exertion, her body alive with exhilaration. “Well, after the initial panic, the only problem was it is a little painful on my wrists. Next time I get to tie you up.”

  Sam grinned back at her. “It was good enough you want a second go, eh?”

  “Hmm—only in the endeavour of research, of course.”

  “We might want to keep this to ourselves, or other discussion groups might want to try it out.”

  Chapter Four

  Jessie walked around stunned by what they had done, not so much the bondage, but the fact they had had sex. She even walked into the men’s toilets at work by mistake.

  Her air of distraction lasted several days during which she frequently relived many moments from that night. This included simple things like the fact that Sam had called her sweetheart, at least twice, she thought. He had never called her by that endearment before—or indeed any. Jessie found she quite liked it. As for the sex, that had been indescribably wonderful.

  Her attention was then drawn to the book in her hands. It was Sam’s turn to choose the book, and he was due there shortly. She wasn’t entirely sure why he had chosen this one about two life-long friends who discover they are attracted to each other as the hero introduces the heroine to the world of BDSM at a local club. Did Sam really want to have sex in public? Surely not. And they’d already tried bondage. Maybe he wanted to put a butt plug in her. She grimaced. She wasn’t sure she was ready to do that and hoped now wasn’t going to be the time to put the stops on this burgeoning relationship.

  Someone knocked at the door. It was Sam’s usual tap-tap-stop-tap-tap. Well, she would find out now.

  * * * *

  “Hey, gorgeous.” He came to a sudden halt at the look on her face. Something was clearly wrong. “What’s up?” He decided to tease her. “Don’t tell me, you forgot to buy some sexy underwear.”

  That got a smile from her as she gestured him in. “Nothing’s wrong.” His eyebrows rose in doubt. “Well, I was just wondering why you chose this book.”

  He moved into the room, taking his time before answering. Grabbing a coke from the table, he eased into the armchair he favored, kicking his long legs out in front of him. “Didn’t you like it?”

  Jessie stood, arms folded. Sam was aware of the moment a minute later when she realized he wasn’t going to fess up that quickly. Sam fought to hide a smile as he saw her decide to play it cool and nonchalantly throw herself onto the sofa, one hand behind her head. He knew her well. She was trying to bluff it out.

  “Yes, it was a very sweet romance,” she said offhandedly and left it at that.

  “Sweet?” he queried irritably, pausing halfway through opening his Coke.

  Jessie’s eyes narrowed and she sighed. “All right, it was lovely, and I see why you chose it, being about two friends who finally have sex. In fact, I’ve come to realize that is a major theme in erotic romances.” She hesitated.

  He wondered if she was thinking the same as him, that those friends usually fall in love. He took a swig of Coke to distract himself from that thought.

  “But are we taking this any further in our ‘pursuit of research’?”

  Sam smiled enigmatically, sipping his drink. “There are lots of things we could research.”

  She lost patience. “Get on with it. What did you have in mind?”

  “Well, I loved her getting naked in the sex club.” He couldn’t resist teasing her.

  Jessie fell for the bait and jumped to her feet, hands held out as if to hold him off. “No way, no how, not never, not happening!” He saw her sink down onto the sofa with a sigh when she realized he was having her on. “You didn’t mean it.”

  He laughed loudly. “I did love that bit but never thought you would do that in a million years.” He waited for her to sigh deeply in gratitude then hit her with it. “But I quite liked the spanking bit.” He watched her jump off the sofa again.

  “What? You’re teasing again?” she asked as she tentatively sat down again.

  Sam put down his Coke bottle and bent forward, leaning his forearms on his parted thighs. “Actually no, it just seems a good time to try out another aspect of these books that comes up again and again.”

  Jessie frowned. “I never see the point of the scenes where the girl—usually—gets spanked, hit, flogged, whipped, whatever. It just seems an excuse for the guy to show his superior strength and his violent tendencies.”

  “You clearly didn’t read that bit in the book well enough, th
en. The heroine gets aroused by it.”

  “I don’t see how,” she retorted dismissively, falling into his trap.

  “But that’s why we’re going to try it out, to prove the point,” Sam answered triumphantly.

  Jessie groaned, throwing her arms over her head. “I jumped into that one headfirst without looking, didn’t I? We could, of course, disprove the point, and all that happens is I get a sore bum.”

  Sam relented. “All right, if that happens, I’ll buy you some of your favorite chocs in recompense, agreed?”

  Jessie reluctantly agreed. “So how do we do this?”

  “Come over here, sweetheart.” He gestured her to his side and patted the arms of the chair. She did as he commanded, slightly wary.

  After some laughter, he realized that laying across the arms of the chair was not only extremely uncomfortable for her, it put her in a bizarre position with her stomach dipping lower than the rest of her, her legs stuck up in the air. That brought on an attack of giggles.

  “I wonder how many authors actually tested some of these scenarios out first,” Jessie asked, finally gathering her breath as she shifted awkwardly on top of him.

  He pondered. “Hmm. I think you’re supposed to be laying over my legs, not the chair. However, I think in this book the girl was leaning over the desk.” He patted her ass to make her stand.

  She scrambled up, and Sam led her over to the next best thing to a desk, the table, pressing her chest forward until her palms were flat on the table, her breasts flattened. “You realize this is still going to be uncomfortable,” she commented as the edge of the table dug into her stomach, causing her to move back against him.

  “But a spanking isn’t supposed to be nice. It’s primarily about punishment,” he replied, adjusting her body so she didn’t find it quite so painful.

  “So what have I done then?” she demanded, lifting up slightly.

  “I’ll tell you in due course,” he stated and put a hand on the small of her back, holding her firmly down on the table while he lifted the hem of her dress. He stopped her immediate responses to his comment by the simple expedient of lifting it slowly, trailing his fingertips up the inside of her thigh as he did. Instead of a retort from her, he got a loud gasp. Folding the dress into the hand still holding her down, he moved his other hand to her panties, pleasingly noting they were not like the plain, white, boring ones she had worn before. They were still white but short and lacy.

  He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I like the panties.”

  She turned her head to smile at him then moaned as he gently inserted his hand into her panties, cupping her ass, caressing it. He then proceeded to edge them partway down her thighs, all the time keeping contact with her skin. Jessie started panting.

  “Okay, this is for wearing awful underwear the other day.” He proceeded to spank her bare bum, keeping a close eye on what he could see of her face.

  She yelled, more at his comment than the spank. “That’s not fair. I’ve gone out and bought these especially.”

  “That’s why you are only getting one spank for your underwear.”

  “Hmm.” Her body tightened in annoyance.

  Sam realized he needed to arouse her again quickly, so he went back to caressing her ass cheeks before a second quick spank. “That one was for distrusting my choice of book.” His hand this time went between her legs, gently rubbing her pussy lips before returning to caress her butt cheeks, which were getting warmer. He had been aching to explore her bottom further since their first time.

  Jessie laid her forehead on the table. Sam felt her try to widen her legs further but was restricted by her panties. She groaned through gritted teeth.

  Smack. “And that one was for keeping your predilection for these types of books hidden.” Her groan this time was much louder as he touched her pulsing clit with his caressing fingers.

  Smack. “And that one was for disbelieving the books when they say the woman can get aroused by a spanking. There is more than one reason for giving a spanking. One may be for punishment, but the other reason people do it is for sexual arousal.” He stood upright, gathering her trembling body against his. “And I can’t think of any other reasons to punish you.” He smiled into her hair, holding her tenderly.

  Jessie leaned back and sighed. Her knees were a little wobbly, so he held her tighter. “I do like the feeling of your arms wrapped around me. It makes me feel protected. I also want a jolly good reason why you aren’t continuing with the arousal if not the punishment, particularly since I am not getting any chocs,” she demanded huskily.

  Sam laughed. “There’s another scene in this book I liked. The bit in public—not that I am suggesting we do this in public,” he hastily added as she tensed in his arms. “But I liked how he made her come on his lap while in the club.” She relaxed into his arms, practically purring, and allowed him to lead her back to the armchair, which he sat in, leaving her standing momentarily.

  He continued, “So the scene goes that he told her to take her clothes off until she was naked.” He gestured at her to do so.

  Jessie stuck her tongue out at him, seemingly in defiance, but did what he asked. “You realize this is only the second time I’ve been totally naked before you!”

  “Any reason you won’t look as gorgeous as last time?”

  She blushed and pulled her panties off quickly before visibly changing tactics and taking her time with the rest. He grinned at her antics.

  “Now what?” she said as she finally pulled off her last garment.

  Sam’s voice was strained as he recovered from her impromptu striptease. “Now you turn round and sit on my lap, facing forward.” When she was seated, he kneed her legs apart so they fell on either side of his, and then widened his legs, which forced hers further apart.

  He felt Jessie shivering as the cold air hit her pussy. “It’s a good thing I’m not overlooked by neighbors through this window, or they’d get a sight they weren’t expecting.” As Sam laughed at her comment, Jessie continued, “I hate to pander to your ego, but this is extremely erotic. Thinking about it, I always like the bits where the guy tells the girl to widen her legs or opens them for her. It sends shivers down my spine.”

  Sam laughed louder. “That’s the point, my sweet. Now shut up and concentrate on the sensations.” As she complied, he ran his hand down her body, skimming over her nipples, which were hard pebbles by now, and hovered near her aching clit. She bucked slightly, indicating her need. He smiled knowingly and proceeded to touch her where she wanted.

  He was rewarded by her head falling back, her hair, which was loose for a change, falling over his shoulder. Her lips were open as she sucked in air, her arm gripping hold of his. “Oh God, that’s good,” she exclaimed.

  He responded with a “shush.” One hand now went to her breast, toying with the hard nipple while his other caressed her clit, moving down towards her pussy but not quite reaching it, then back up her body, and then down again—this time dipping into her as she trembled, her feet trying to get purchase on his legs.

  The next pass by her clit evoked an “Ahh, Jeez,” as her breath came faster, her head thrashing about on his chest. Sam responded by rubbing her harder and was rewarded by a quiver running through her body. Knowing her climax was near, he moved his hand further down so he could slip a finger into her while his thumb pressed on her clit as he squeezed her nipple. Her subsequent climax caused her knees to fly up as her hands gripped the arms of the chair tightly. Sam’s hand left her breast to hold her around the waist to stop her flying off his lap.

  He held her lovingly as she came down from her high. God, he loved doing this to her, he realized. Grinning, he said, “I seem to recall at this point he took her to his private room and made love to her.”

  Her face soft and flushed, she smiled. “Well, we’d better follow suit then.” And, much to Sam’s relief, they proceeded to do just that.

  Chapter Five

  Sam laid down the book he was re
ading and rose to his feet to pace.

  It was his turn to question why she had chosen their latest book about a woman who falls in love with werewolf brothers. Surely Jessie wasn’t saying she wanted him to share her with another man. They’d had this conversation when he first found out about her love of erotic romances, and she indicated strongly that, while she was turned on by the thought of ménage sex, there was no way she was going to try it.

  So what did that leave? He didn’t have a brother, so it wasn’t that. Maybe she’d fallen in love with two brothers and she wanted his help in choosing one? His heart pounded. No, it couldn’t be that, he dismissed quickly. It wasn’t like the other books. There was hardly any BDSM. On the other hand, there were a couple of scenes of anal sex—surely not? Not that their experiments had to include BDSM, but those were the scenarios that interested them the most in these books so far.

  Hissing came from the kitchen. He was making dinner for them this evening, and it sounded like the pan was boiling over while he was busy reading.

  “Shit.”

  As he raced to the kitchen, his doorbell rang. Hell. He hurriedly flung the door open, leaving Jessie standing there startled while he dashed into the kitchen to rescue the dinner.

  He saw her peering around the door, grinning at the sight of him racing around the kitchen in panic. She called out, “Anything I can do to help?”

  Jessie was rewarded with a somewhat strangled, “No thanks, go and sit down.”

  * * * *

  Dinner was fine in the end, and afterward they settled back in the lounge, which was very similar in layout to hers, she realized as she sipped her large glass of white wine. Jessie began the book discussion since it was her book choice.

  “I’ll tell you straight out I am not expecting sex with two men,” she began.

  “Thank God for that,” he exclaimed.