Adjusting his wicked expression, Jake's dark brows rose as he twisted his lips into a half smile. Like any free-ranging bachelor stud, Jake and his brothers wanted nothing more than a willing partner. The Plummer boys stayed around as long as sex was uncomplicated and hot—and uncommitted.
"Taste it, Jake. You like sweets like jelly donuts," she murmured. She wiggled her ass against the mattress.
A jolt of lust slammed into him. "Yeah, I do. How did you know?" Jake slowly eased his butt onto the edge of the mattress and leaned down. He swiped his tongue into the deep indentation carved in the smoothness of her white belly. It held a pool of liquid jelly.
"Ooo, that tickles, Jake." Her lids drooped as she watched him lick her. This was something she had fantasized about for ages, and now it was happening. The thought that Jake Plummer would eat off her flesh, as if she were a banquet, had her nerve endings jerking in response. The strong pull flying toward her cunt was extreme and immediate. His tongue was warm, caressing, as he laved her skin with long, sensuous licks.
He plunged the tip of his tongue deeper into her navel, scooped out the jelly. "Yum," he said, smacking his lips.
She giggled, watching him slurp up the runny liquid. He spread the dark purple stuff around her bellybutton and lapped up the rest with additional swipes of his tongue.
"Very tasty. But I see more goodies." He wiggled his brows again in an imitation of Groucho Marx.
They were both keenly aware that her fantasy was charged with wild and new foreplay. Both were eager and ready to continue the game.
Jake slid farther onto the mattress until he reached her breasts. She had squirted the jelly on her aureoles and nipples, but the juice was starting to drip down the sides of her torso. He figured she must have heard his car pulling in the driveway and put the jelly on quickly before he entered the house. He glanced at the bedside table and saw the plastic squeeze container of Welch's grape jelly standing there. His grin spread across his face like a schoolboy's; his deep chuckle, however, was masculine and filled with lusty hunger.
"I hope you're not finished … eating," Roxy said.
He crawled closer. "Never," he growled, latching onto one nipple, licking around the edges and sucking the sweet, purple stuff in as he swallowed. Then he began to suckle in earnest, switching from one breast to the other, his eyes focused on her face. She clasped him against her softness. Closing her eyes, she sounded almost contented. "Umm. God, Jake, I love it. Don't stop, please. I want all the wonderful things you're doing to me."
He paused and lifted his mouth. His velvet voice was intense and determined. "Hold on tight, babe, because I'm going to drive you up a wall."
"Ahhh," she exclaimed, tossing her head from side to side on the pillow. "Yes. Oh yes, more…"
Jake managed to lick off most of the jelly without leaving too much of a mess in the bed. The only piece of clothing Roxy still wore was her panties, and he gently tugged them off in one adept move. His eyes feasted on the golden fuzz of her pubis, and he spread a caressing palm over the rounded mound. Halting briefly, he kissed her there, noticing she clipped her pubic hair. He blew a hot breath across her Venus mound.
She made room between her legs for his broad shoulders.
"You'll like what I do," he said. "Promise."
She raised her head and looked down the length of her body at him. "Jake?"
"Rox, shhh. Lie back and let me love you."
With two callused thumbs Jake spread the folds of flesh that uncovered the tiny sheath hiding her clit. He knew he had aroused her. Her flesh oozed moisture and was swollen.
"Damn, Roxy, you're so fucking wet and delicious."
Jake leaned down and stuck out his tongue, cat-lapping across the ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves in her sex organ.
She came alive, jerking, attempting to sit up.
"No, don't move, Rox." He laid a palm on her belly, holding her down. "Stay still. I want to taste jelly while I eat your pussy," he repeated. "Let me do this, babe. I want to." He reached toward the bedside table and picked up the plastic container of Welch's. He squeezed some more jelly onto her mound.
"But…"
"Shhh."
She gave in. How could she not if she was going to complete her fantasy? What he was doing to her was out-of-this-world, excruciatingly wonderful. Nibbling and licking her cunt was something no one had ever done. She began to squirm, whimpering softly. Pleasurable sensations cascaded through her, titillating the inner muscles of her vagina. The thought of what Jake was doing was so erotic, Roxy was sure she'd explode then and there. She gasped. "I-I can't k-keep this up, Jake," she stuttered out finally, words catching in her throat.
Jake licked harder and deeper, circling the tiny nub with his tongue, over and over, swallowing the taste of her arousal along with the jelly. He knew she was reaching for release but she hadn't come yet. Quickly, he pushed her farther toward the edge, plunging a finger into her, then a second. While he licked and sucked on her clit, he rhythmically stroked the walls of her vagina. "Let it happen, Rox," he gasped, finally taking in a deep breath. "You want this. I know you do. I'm just helping you along like I did on the phone. Go for it, Rox."
His fingers worked over her throbbing tissue that felt like fine silk. He kept stroking, experimenting, trying to find the spot of greatest sensitivity that would take her over the top. He heard her moan, straining for climax.
By now, his cock was rigid, big around as a baseball bat and hard as concrete. He waited for her orgasm, all his sensibilities attuned to her satisfaction. He wanted her pleasure just as much as he wanted his own.
Come on, babe. Make it happen.
He tried harder to bring on the exquisite turning point, working two big fingers in and out of her, anxious to shove his pulsing prick into that same delicious opening as soon as she climaxed.
"Oh, oh Jake! It's coming now!" Arching her hips off the mattress, Roxy yelled, grabbing for the exquisite rapture flooding over her, a rush of sensations speeding to the center of her central core as she convulsed. Her control broke, her body clenching with involuntary contractions. She shattered, her muffled exclamations riding a torrent of exquisite pleasure. What he'd given her was the most erotic moment she'd ever experienced.
Jake felt her inner muscles clench against his fingers. He kept himself inside her until her strongest contractions subsided. Then, quickly, he withdrew and jumped out of bed and grabbed for his pants pocket to get a condom.
Dammit. Next time I'll leave a full box where I can reach them.
He tore open the foil packet and rolled the rubber onto his cock, hurrying back to kneel between Roxy's thighs. He lapped at her groin once or twice, reveling at the salty-sweet taste of her on his tongue. Taking hold of her limp legs, he bent her knees and leaned forward. Gripping her round buttocks, aiming his pulsing cock at the opening, he thrust inside her with one practiced motion. She accepted him to the hilt, fast and hard. Surprise jolted through him. He sucked in his breath in delight and started to move as soon as he was seated inside her. Her orgasm had diminished to the whispery sighs of fulfillment. He was so ready, so hot, he knew it wouldn't take him long to finish.
When he had arrived and seen Roxy lying in bed with grape jelly smeared on her breasts and stomach like fresh white bread, he almost went off half cocked right then. Now he jerked his prick in and out.
I feel as if gallons of jet fuel are gushing through my veins like a geyser. Dammit, I'm out of breath. I think my bones melted and leaked onto the bed like the jelly. I've never felt this way before when I was fucking a woman.
He groaned and arched against the violence of his ejaculation, spewing semen into the condom as his climax took him. Each spasm was stronger in intensity as it poured through him. For endless moments, he forgot to breathe and clamped his eyes shut in agonizing pleasure.
Jake slumped on top of Roxy, his pecker still inside her. When he finally raised his head slowly to look, her eyes were closed, dark blonde lashes fanned in hal
f circles on her flushed cheeks. His breathing might be labored, but she lay quiet, her chest hardly moving. He pulled out of her gently and rolled to the side. He still wore his underwear and his socks. He removed the condom, then leaned back against the headboard and stared down at her quiescent form.
* * * *
Later, Roxy revived from another satisfied bout of lovemaking with Jake. Putting her nagging worries aside for the time being, she rolled over to see if he was awake. She felt him change position beside her. "Umm, Jake, that was nice. When can we do that again?"
He laughed and pulled her up against him, wrapping an arm tight around her waist. "C'mere, my little nympho." He chucked her under the chin with an index finger. "Aren't you hungry? It's almost eight o'clock."
"Hungry for more of you, lover." She grinned up at him. "But I suppose we should eat something before we go back to bed."
He laughed harder. "We're going back to bed after we eat?" His eyebrows rose higher. "You're looking to kill me, aren't you? Aren't you? You're making up for everything I did wrong during those years in high school, right?"
"Yeah, right! Kill you? A likely story, Jake Plummer. Remember, I heard those escapades about you. Unchaperoned skinny-dipping with the girls from Mirror Lake's swimming team. Someone even told me you did it four times under the bleachers after one of the football games. And it was only four times because you got caught…"
"Whoa! Hang on, Rox. Maybe some of that was true then, and maybe it's still true," he said looking down at her upturned face. "But it takes me more time to recoup nowadays." He leered. "We can try for an all-nighter if you want, but a little while later, okay?"
"Okay, okay." She giggled.
He decided he liked her giggle.
"I'll find us something to eat," she told him.
"You mean you have no more grape jelly? No bagels and cream cheese?" He eyed the half-empty container of Welch's.
She made a face and pummeled him with her closed fist. Then she patted him in the same spot, fearing she might have hit him too hard. When he closed his big paw around her hand and drew it to his lips, kissing each tip, she was filled with the strangest feeling rolling around in her solar plexus. She'd never felt anything like it before, certainly not with Grady. Gazing deep into those galvanizing eyes of Jake's, she blushed and moved away from him.
Snap out of it Roxy, she told herself. This is Jake Plummer, the big bad wolf, remember?
Chapter Twelve
Roxy never let anyone kiss her there, or lick and devour her pussy the way Jake did. The
guys she slept with in college were too anxious to get their jollies, never mind giving pleasure to a partner. And Grady … well, she'd been the aggressor most of the time until she gave up on sleeping with him. He hadn't approached her that often, and he certainly hadn't taught her any novel positions or new ways to make love. They'd always done it the same old way: him on top pounding his cock into her with little or no foreplay. There weren't many hot kisses heating her blood and arousing her before he finished. And Grady always used a condom. She wondered later if he was scared she might become pregnant. Then he would be stuck with a family he wasn't ready to handle. Now she was glad they hadn't been compatible. She was happy to be free of him, without recriminations, the split agreed upon and amiable.
Little did I know what I was missing, she thought.
"You'll like it when I touch you here," he had said, bending to lick her cunt.
The touch of his tongue had been wicked and unheard of in Grady's repertoire. Jake made her feel naughty, reckless, and uninhibited. He turned her on to greater heights.
"God, Jake, I … no one ever kissed me that way," she'd confessed. Somewhat shamed, she had felt a quick rush of pleasure coursing between her thighs, but she never asked him to stop.
Again, he had licked her swollen clit. "Lie back and let me love you," he had said. So she did.
Her body had come alive from new sensations. Jake's experienced tongue and lips and hands had swirled in circles around her clit, driving her up, up, higher and higher with an acute sensitivity so new and devastating it almost blew her mind. She hadn't wanted him to stop … ever. His hot, wet caresses felt blissfully, exquisitely erotic and she'd loved every minute of what he'd been doing. The sensations soon became so excruciatingly titillating and wonderful that she almost had to yell at him to cease or she might faint. When he'd inserted two fingers inside her and paused, his actions cool and caressing on her throbbing flesh, fresh quivers raced through her nerves as she felt the pressure inward and upward. She had stiffened briefly before letting herself relax and go with the flow when he started to move inside her.
Afterward she was extremely glad she had seduced Jake Plummer. It was time to make up for lost time, time to learn new ways to relax and enjoy sex. She chuckled inwardly. If Jake kept this up, she'd never be able to pay him back in trade. She was getting the better end of the deal. He gave her the best love lessons she'd ever had from anyone. He was caring and very thorough; she never thought he'd be that way. Maybe that's why she'd been leery of him in high school. She remembered how his dark allure had called to her when she first met him during her freshman year-when he'd been a junior. Many of the girls in school—especially, the seniors—had hurled themselves at handsome, sexy Jake Plummer. But Roxy had been the newest of newbies, trying to fit in during freshman year. Never mind attracting boys, she had avoided Jake like the plague.
Having an affair with Jake for the rest of this summer might satisfy her yearnings for the time being. She was certain Jake wasn't the kind of guy a girl would be dumb enough to marry. Besides, she vowed she wasn't marrying anyone until her first book was published, even if she had to wait until she was thirty-five, or a hundred and five, to accomplish her goal.
After the Welch grape jelly caper, she more or less invited Jake to do whatever he wanted to do with her, at least within reason. Without her saying so, Jake understood she was willing. But should she be more aggressive? Sometimes Grady had rejected her during lovemaking. She wondered if Jake wanted her to make love to him.
It was that sexy phone call from Jake that threw her for a loop. It had her thinking about a
lot of things she had shoved onto the back burner of her mind. The problems her parents were having, for one thing. There was also her job to contend with. She was worth more than she was paid, she knew. But she'd let her life roll along after she divorced Grady and didn't push to get ahead. Nor did she threaten to find a new position if management didn't increase her pay. Her slave driver, MaryBella, told her only last week that they "would see what they could do for her" after Labor Day.
And then there was Jake Plummer. Any flings she had in college had made her feel guilty. Now it was time for a change. It was the twenty-first century. Time she took the bull by the horns and enjoyed sexual freedom with Jake's delicious body as often and whenever she could. So what if they split later? With Jake, it was bound to happen sooner or later. She'd chalk it up to experience and go on with her life. She wasn't looking for a permanent relationship, and she didn't think Jake was either.
Perhaps it turned out just as well when, days later, they were no longer on speaking terms.
Chapter Thirteen
Roxy had stopped by the local deli on the way to the lake to pick up sliced roast beef and boiled ham for supper, adding an assortment of cold salads and seeded rolls. She realized now she was starving. Without much fuss, she set things out in plastic cartons on the counter with enough utensils, condiments, and two large plates. Then she told Jake to make himself a sandwich while she fixed coffee.
"Want a glass of wine, Roxy? I put two bottles in the fridge."
"Maybe later," she replied. He put the wine bottle back in the refrigerator without opening it. Maybe she doesn't need the wine after all, he mused silently. Maybe it's my hot body she really wants.
Roxy had donned a cotton robe with nothing beneath. Jake yanked on a pair of Dockers. They sat across the kitchen table and did a l
ot of gazing at one another without saying much. When they did speak, their discussion had nothing to do with what they just finished doing or the phone sex they had ten days ago. Their talk turned to ordinary things. Jake explained he'd helped Chip with one of his brother's carpentry jobs. The customer needed it "right away" for a weekend party.
"All of us know a little bit about everything, Roxy, from Grampa, John Senior, down to Chip, but we each have a specialty. My brother, Pete, likes to fool with anything electrical, but he's a whiz with computers, too. I've been shocked so often, I try to avoid anything with wires and stuff that bites." He grinned. "Pete's gone a bit wild, too. He wears an earring and a couple of tattoos. He's been riding that monstrous hog since he bought it three years ago. I tell him he's going to kill himself on it one of these days."
"Really? I always thought Pete was lots of fun, but I didn't know him well."
"Now, my youngest brother … well, Chip's different. He's something of an oddball. But he likes doing carpentry. He's a dammed magician when it comes to wood. I guess you'd say he's an artist. He carves big statues out of tree trunks with a chainsaw. They're really stupendous; I don't know how he does it. He also plays the guitar, sings, and you should hear him whistle. I guess you'd say he's a bulldog-voiced Burl Ives."
"I forgot, Jake, how much older you are than your brothers. Are any of them married?"
"Married? You got to be kidding. No. 'Pistol Pete' is your age. My parents' last kid, Charles … Chip … is a couple years younger than Pete."
"Do you get along?"
"I guess you'd call it that. We fought a lot as kids, but most of that has evened out so now we're friends."
"I often wished I had a brother or a sister. But I wasn't that lucky." Roxy smiled a little sadly.
"Yeah. And I always wished I had a sister. Well, we can't all have everything we want in life, right?"
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