Peaks of Passion: Pleasure Point Series Book One

by Jennifer Evans

  “So, where do we start?” I asked, filled with anticipation.

  “We start, Mr. Jax Priest, with advanced kissing techniques.” She smiled that gorgeous smile and said, “I think I still have a few things to show you.”

  I was a willing student.

  * * *

  My world completely changed the day Rosalyn and I had sex. Over the next couple of months, we fell into a beautiful routine of getting together whenever our schedules allowed for her tutoring sessions. I learned to be a decent kisser, kissing her from head to toe, her body shivering under my touch. Sometimes we would lie on the sofa, our limbs all tangled up, and just kiss. We took showers together. We experimented with every position I wanted, and I learned her favorites: she liked to be on top, and I would use either my fingers or one of her vibrators to stimulate her until she came. Sometimes she’d want me on top where I learned to move my pelvis so it hit her clitoris just right until I felt those heavenly contractions.

  As much as I had thought about sex and bragged about chicks (that I had never been with) to my surfing buddies down at the beach, the reality was so much better than I could have ever anticipated.

  Nothing had prepared me for how lovely her scent and taste would be, like a gourmet feast. When I entered her, it felt like I was falling into an abyss of heat and pleasure and sensuality filled with turquoise and magenta. I was in an ocean surrounded by soft, feminine mermaids. More exhilarating than any surf session I’d ever had, the endorphins filling every cell in my body with sensations of light and love. I was sure there were words to explain what I was feeling in the dictionary somewhere, but I had never seen those words. It was like everything I had been waiting for all my life was right there in Rosalyn’s arms. I wanted to touch her hair, feel the creaminess of her skin, inhale that earthy sandalwood scent, get lost inside of her, and stay there. Forever. I wanted Rosalyn’s face to be the first thing I saw every morning and the last thing I saw every night. I wanted to fly into the deep, dark sky, and arrange the stars into the word “Rosalyn.”

  I willingly went along with whatever Rosalyn wanted and what she wanted was to train me to be her lover. During the time we were together, Rosalyn taught me everything I know about sex.

  “You know all those pornos you’ve seen where they show a guy banging away inside some chick, and she’s screaming and looks like she’s coming?” she said.

  I knew those movies very well because I’d watched them. I ducked my head. “Yes.”

  “Well,” she told me, “That’s not the way a woman comes.”

  Rosalyn taught me exactly how to bring a woman to orgasm. I learned how to find her clitoris. She showed me the way it swelled when she became aroused. She told me that the vast majority of women only have orgasms through clitoral stimulation. “It’s super nice to have a guy inside.” She smiled. “But that’s not the way a woman comes.”

  With a hand mirror, she pointed out exactly where everything was. I learned how to tell if Rosalyn was having an orgasm. Her pelvis would tighten, and I’d feel the contractions, even if I wasn’t inside her. “If a woman ever fakes an orgasm, you’ll know because you won’t feel them.” I wanted to tell her that there would never be another woman, but I kept quiet.

  Rosalyn showed me how to stimulate her G-spot for a better orgasm and how to use all those sex toys. Most of them were meant for clitoral stimulation. “Whoever invented all those big huge dildos was probably a guy,” she said. “Because they like the way they look in the package.”

  I learned that when I squeezed or sucked her nipples, it created pelvic contractions, which brought her to orgasm faster. I learned that Rosalyn’s right nipple was more sensitive than her left and that she liked her nipples to be pinched hard, but only after we’d worked up to that. I discovered that after Rosalyn had an orgasm, the bottom of her feet tingled.

  Rosalyn taught me how to perform oral sex. “Don’t just dive in and start sucking like a madman,” she said. “A woman’s clitoris is super sensitive. Start slow, with kisses and light touches, then, when you see me getting aroused, work your way up from there.” She taught me exactly how to make her come with the right amount of pressure with my mouth, tongue, and fingers. Then, when she came, she wanted me to put my fingers inside her so I could feel her contractions.

  She showed me her collection of sex books, which included titles like The Hite Report: A Nationwide Study on Female Sexuality, and She Comes First. I devoured those books like there’d be a test. I learned that women were able to have as many orgasms as they wanted. And the most interesting thing of all when you think about it, is that a female orgasm didn’t have anything to do with making babies, so it must be for pure pleasure. I thought that was pretty cool; no baby making, just, as Rosalyn would say, having fun.

  But the most important thing I learned from Rosalyn was how to love a woman. I fell deeply in love with her. I’d hold her soft body in my warm embrace, as if I could protect her from all the dangers in the world. It was up to me to make sure Rosalyn was cared for, her life filled with the pleasure she deserved.

  It was perfect.

  I’d never been happier.

  I finally understood the meaning of love.

  Rosalyn

  I wasn’t planning on falling in love with Jax. It just kind of happened.

  Once I made the decision to rekindle our relationship, I was filled with happiness and dread. A psychiatrist could have a field day with my contradictions.

  In more lucid moments, I’d wake up in the middle of the night and shuffle into my tiny bathroom. I’d gaze at my reflection in the mirror wondering who this person was, a stranger taking advantage of a young man. When I had those thoughts, I’d splash cold water on my face, trudge back to bed, pull the covers over my head, and sink into erotic dreams of Jax. Then, I’d wake up in the morning, take a bong hit, and push to the back of my mind the inappropriateness of what I was doing.

  Jax had become quite the protector and it made life so much easier. One day, Jax and I went downtown San Diego to meet my pot dealer.

  “It’s not safe for you down there,” he’d said.

  “Okay, Mr. Bodyguard, let’s go.” I knew better than to argue because Jax never let me lift a finger and was always protecting me.

  The Gaslamp District, in downtown San Diego was an area of high-rise office buildings mixed with chic restaurants where yuppie types enjoyed alfresco dining in the warm California weather. There was also a fair amount of homeless people drifting through life, sad looks on their faces.

  I’d found the guy who sold me pot through a friend at work, and he must’ve been close to Jax’s age. Jax and I made it to the corner, right by the McDonald’s, and I spied my dealer trotting away from his dented Ford. He jogged toward us and said, “Who’s this?” taking a hard look at Jax.

  “He’s cool,” I said, palming him a C-note. He glanced over his shoulder and handed me a baggie filled with bright green pot.

  “See ya,” he said, and high-tailed it. I shoved the bag into my purse.

  “Well, that was fun,” Jax said. “Time for Rosalyn’s party to start.” He shoved me playfully. “I like the way pot makes you horny.”

  “Guess I’d better keep my supply coming then.”

  It was a bright, hot day as we walked down the street, and Jax was in a particularly joking mood. He kept flicking my ears, and every time I looked his way, he’d put his hands in his pockets, whistling, glancing the other way. Then, when someone walked by, he’d trip me and catch me in his powerful arms. “Rosalyn, have you been drinking again?” I shoved him away, and then he’d start the whole routine again.

  “Will you quit?” I finally said, punching him in the arm. Jax and I never held hands or had any public displays of affection, but we were having so much fun that day, that I impulsively turned, giving him a quick peck on the mouth, then held his hand as we practically skipped down the street. We turned the corner, laughing, hand in hand, and ran straight into Tyler coming out of The Bottom
Line.

  It looked like he was still adjusting to the bright afternoon light, and he squinted, his eyes going straight down to Jax’s and my clasped hands. We quickly let go.

  “Oh, uh, hey,” Tyler stammered.

  My face flushed. I piped up and said, “Hi, sweetheart!” moving him into a warm hug. “What are you doing here?”

  “Just collecting a check from the manager,” he said, jerking one thumb in the direction of the bar. “What’re you guys doing?”

  “Oh, you know, your brother here is running an errand with me.”

  Tyler squinted his eyes. “Yeah? What kind of errand?”

  Jax and I glanced at each other. Jax said, “Rosalyn needed to meet—”

  I said, “I had to get some medicine.”

  Tyler said, “Medicine? Are you sick?”

  “Let’s just tell him what we’re doing. I didn’t want Rosalyn coming down here alone to meet her dealer.”

  Rosalyn shot me a warning look. “It’s a kind of medicine, right? I mean, it’s going to be legal one day, I’ll bet.”

  Tyler put his hands in front of him. “Hey, it’s cool guys.” His gaze fell to our hands. “Were you guys holding hands?”

  Shock sliced through my body. “What? No, I mean, I don’t think so. No. What’re you talking about?”

  Jax said, “I’ll bet it’s dark in the club. You didn’t see …”

  Tyler narrowed his eyes. “Looked like you were holding hands.”

  “Hey!” I said, “When’s your band playing again?”

  “Couple weeks.” Tyler deliberately lowered his head, staring at our hands. Distancing myself from Jax, I shifted from foot to foot.

  “Well honey, I can’t wait to see you play again.”

  The three of us stood in uncomfortable silence, Tyler’s gaze shifting from Jax’s face to mine, then back to Jax. Finally, he said, “You guys need a ride?”

  “No. We brought Ol’ Betsy,” I said.

  “Jax, you need a ride? Maybe Rosalyn has work?” Tyler said.

  Jax’s head jerked in my direction. “Nope, don’t need a ride. This isn’t the best part of town. I’m going to make sure Roz gets back to her car safely.”

  Tyler didn’t say anything for what seemed like forever. “Well, if you don’t need a ride, I gotta get going. See you at home.” With a little salute, he turned to walk down the block. Jax and I stood motionless, watching Tyler’s form recede. He turned his head to look over his shoulder at us. Twice.

  After Tyler was out of view, I put my head down, hurrying ahead of Jax. He ran after me, gripped my arm, and spun me around. “Well, that was a total bust,” I said. “What the hell are you going to tell him?”

  “I’ll handle it,” he said.

  My cheeks burned. “I knew this was a bad idea.”

  “No! It’s not,” he said. “Tyler’s totally cool. I said I’ll handle it, and I will.”

  I crossed my arms. “You do that, Jax.” Turning on my heel, I stormed ahead of him.

  Jax trotted after me, and snatched my arm. “Wait.”

  The throngs of people walking the streets closed in on me. I shrugged out of his grasp. “Stop! Leave me alone.”

  He spun me around so we were face to face. “Rosalyn, are you crying?”

  I wiped away a tear. “Did you really think we could get away with this forever?” I said. “We managed to stay under the radar for a grand total of three months.”

  His eyes were pleading. “We’re not doing anything wrong.”

  A sour taste filled my mouth. “I am. What are we going to do?”

  He let out a heavy sigh. “I’ll talk to him.”

  I needed to smoke some of the stuff I’d just scored.

  And fast.

  Jax

  When I got home that afternoon, Tyler was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, both hands clasped behind his head.

  I lay down on my bed, on my side, facing him. “What’s up, bro? You okay?”

  His eyes didn’t leave the ceiling. “What’s going on between you and Rosalyn?”

  “Well, nothing really—”

  “Don’t lie to me. I knew it. I fucking knew it. I’ve seen the way you guys look at each other.”

  “It’s like this,” I said, trying to keep the trembling out of my voice, “Rosalyn’s really cool and we’ve been hanging out a lot and we sort of … we sort of kiss and stuff.”

  He took a deep breath, let it out and said, “Kiss? You’re kissing Rosalyn?”

  I couldn’t lie to my brother. “Yeah, well, we kiss, and we’ve been doing other stuff too.”

  His head jerked in my direction. “Other stuff, like what?”

  “Other stuff like, we’ve had a few groping sessions and it all just kind of happened and … Jesus Christ, Tyler, we’ve been going at it pretty good.” My palms grew sweaty. I had to convince Tyler. Rosalyn and I were great together.

  “Going at it?”

  “Okay, we’ve been having sex.”

  He popped off the bed and paced our small room, raking his hand through his hair. “Jesus, Jax, are you crazy? You can’t do this.” He stopped pacing and shot me a look. “Rosalyn is mom’s friend! She’s a lot older than you. What’s the matter with you?”

  I reached out to touch my brother’s arm, but he jerked away.

  “It’s okay, I know what I’m doing.”

  He started pacing again. “You don’t know anything! I mean she’s hot and everything, but what’re you thinking? Is there even a brain in that sun-bleached head of yours?”

  I looked down at my feet. He said, “Jax, you are in deep shit. You can’t just go screwing her.” He stopped pacing. “Oh my God … what if you get her pregnant?”

  “She’s on the pill.”

  “Yeah, well people forget to take those pills. Are you ready to have a kid?”

  “We’re not gonna have kids. We’re just having—”

  “Having what?”

  “Fun.”

  “I knew it! I knew something like this was gonna happen to you. You know why? Because you don’t think. You can’t do this, bro. It’s suicide. If mom and dad find out about this—”

  I stood up. “Listen to me. They’re not gonna find out. Because nobody’s going to tell them. Right?” My mouth felt dry. “Promise me you won’t say anything.”

  Tyler rubbed his jaw. “I can’t believe you’re doing this. Do you have any idea what you’re getting into? What if Rosalyn talks?”

  I knew my brother. He wouldn’t rat me out. I leaned forward and touched his arm. “C’mon, lighten up.”

  He sighed heavily, sat down and said, “Jesus Christ, Jax, you’re crazy. How’d this thing start?”

  And I told him the whole story. He listened, not making any comment. When I finished, I said, “Hey, look at me. You’re my only brother. You know me better than anybody, so what I’m gonna tell you … you’ll know it’s the truth. I am in love with Rosalyn.”

  He bolted upright. “How do you know you’re in love?”

  “Because I know.”

  “How?”

  “Because I can’t stop thinking about her. I wake up every morning with her on my mind. I think about her all day long, I go to sleep dreaming about her, and when we’re not together, I can’t wait until I see her again. And I want to protect her. She needs a man to take care of her. She’s different, Tyler. She’s laid back and funny and easy to be with. And she needs me. Tyler … I am in love with Rosalyn.”

  “But you can’t know that. You’re too young!”

  “That’s not true.”

  “I can’t even imagine what it would be like to be in love.” He pointed to his chest. “And I’m the one who’s got chicks hanging around the band saying they love me and want me.” His eyebrows knit in concern. “How could you know what love is? You’re just my little brother.”

  “I’m not little anymore.” I stood up and towered over Tyler as if to prove my point.

  “There’s so much we haven’t do
ne yet. How can you even know what you want? Are you sure about this?” he said.

  “One hundred percent.”

  I sat on my bed, my heart pounding. Even though I knew I probably wasn’t going to get it, I wanted Tyler’s approval. His eyes narrowed. He pointed a finger at me. “You better be careful.”

  My head down, I glanced up at my brother. “We will.”

  The room went quiet and I could hear Tyler breathing, short gasps of breath. “Do you know how much trouble she’d be in if you got caught?”

  I stood up and touched Tyler’s arm. He flicked it away. “I know. Mom would kill her. But we’re careful. And we’re so good together, Tyler.”

  He glared at me. “She’s just using you. She’s got no intention of anything other than maybe a few rolls in the hay.”

  Rosalyn was not using me. How dare Tyler say that? Adrenaline surged through my system. I wanted to kill my brother. My body tensed, my muscles twitched, and Tyler didn’t see it coming when I jumped him. He fell against his bed, and bumped his head against the wall. “Get off of me!”

  I put Tyler in a headlock. “Take it back! Take it back right now or you’re not going to live to play your precious guitar to the ladies one more night.” My teeth clenched, my face flushed.

  “Leave me alone,” he said through a windpipe that was slowly being closed off. “Let me up. Now.”

  I loosened my grip slightly. “I want you to listen real good. Rosalyn and I have something special. Maybe she doesn’t see it yet, but she will.”

  Tyler said, “In about a million years.”

  I tightened my hold again. “I said, take it back.”

  His face turned red. “Okay, okay, I take it back.”

  I let go, and Tyler sat on his bed, rubbing his neck. “Jesus, you didn’t have to go all ballistic on me.” He looked at me. “You and Roz just keep doing what you’re doing. You think you’re in love, but this thing’s going to run out of steam.”

  “Maybe it will, maybe it won’t.” I crossed my arms. “You promise not to say anything?”