Denys, Jennifer - Friendly Seduction [Friends and Acquaintances 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Jennifer Denys

  “What!”

  Matt sat up looking a little concerned. “I hope that wasn’t horror that I might do that to you—I was only saying that’s what will happen in the story,” he finished lamely.

  She sat up, too, her arms a little shaky. Her voice was husky. “Of course. I knew that. I was just still stunned by the kiss.” Well, that and the way he had touched me.

  He grinned. “It was good, eh?”

  Smiling back, she hit him playfully on the arm. “I have no intention of making your head any bigger. Now, are we finished for the night?”

  “Well, unless you want to try out the mad, passionate love bit.” He looked at her hopefully with his puppy-dog expression.

  She laughed. “Uh–uh. I think you’ll have no problems imagining that bit.”

  Going into the bathroom to change clothes, she leaned back against the door taking a deep sigh. As much as she would like him to make love to her, she didn’t think he meant it. If only.

  Chapter 5

  Matt was nervous as he read through his story notes while waiting for Lissa to arrive. Of course it had originally just been a vehicle to use in his seduction plans, but now he had started the story for real. He read the key words he had underlined, “shirt,” “breasts,” “table,” “pussy,” and mused for a moment.

  He then thought back to her last visit. He felt he got away with murder that time, well, both visits actually. The first when he had touched her breasts—admittedly over her clothes—had been amazing enough. And then the whipping scene after which they kissed long and hard. It was even more startling that she not only let him do these things but she seemed to enjoy it. He grinned. So did he. He still recalled the delicious taste of her mouth, her lush breasts, and best of all he not only fondled her butt but whipped it!

  Also, he admitted, it was fun to have someone to bounce his ideas off and practice scenes with. He’d never been able to do that with Sam. He chuckled to himself. Of course, it was even better that Lissa was female and beautiful.

  Then he remembered the next scene he had written which involved the hero touching the heroine intimately, more intimate than before. To be specific, it involved touching her naked skin. There’s no way Lissa would let him do that. Would she?

  A knock came. He jumped up, his heart beating violently.

  Lissa smiled at him broadly as he opened the door. “Hi. Thought I’d bring sustenance this time.” She held up some fried chicken takeout.

  He groaned. Last time they had gotten so carried away and he had been so keen to touch her that neither remembered he was supposed to order food until after she had left.

  She chuckled and waved the food in front of his face as she walked into his apartment. He put his hands on his hips and stared after her. She was getting a bit sassy these days. He grinned as he followed her.

  As they cleared the table, Lissa tried to look at his notes, but he swiftly removed them with a rebuke and they laid the food out. They hungrily dug in, both determined to eat before they got into today’s session, and then Lissa took the lead in the discussion.

  “Right, I’ll recap this time. Felissa…” She paused to giggle at the name then stopped at Matt’s mournful look. “Sorry, Felissa is the heroine, and she is incredibly beautiful—naturally. Although I’ve often thought it would be good to read a story where the heroine is run of the mill or even ugly, but it probably won’t work.”

  “Hm, I agree.”

  “Anyway, I digress. She escapes from her nasty owner, is kidnapped by handsome, strong, masculine bounty hunter Garin.”

  “Don’t over-egg it.”

  “Did you not listen to us when we clearly stated that the hero has to be good-looking and alpha male?” she patiently, if patronizingly, asked.

  “All right, get on with it.”

  “Hm. I can see why you need a research assistant. Returning to the résumé—both fight intense attraction to each other, so Felissa runs away. Naturally Garin finds her and whips her in punishment but ends up making love to her—mad, passionate love I believe was how you described it. Check?”

  Matt chuckled in between grabbing some french fries from her side of the table. “Check.”

  “Hey, stop taking advantage of me being distracted remembering this slightly implausible story.” She slapped at his hands. “You know, you have yet to add chocolate to this story.”

  A chuckle followed. “Sorry, this is outer space, and they don’t have chocolate.”

  She pouted. “So what comes next? They disappear off to the Horsehead Nebula and make gorgeous babies? And I am telling you now I am not getting pregnant for the sake of this story.”

  He laughed loudly. “Don’t worry. Neither is happening.”

  “Neither?” She looked confused.

  “I am not making you pregnant.” He was surprised that she looked momentarily disappointed. “Nor are they going off to the Horsehead Nebula. Actually,” he suddenly invented as he continued, “I’ve decided he isn’t going to make passionate love to her after that kiss. It’s too soon. I need to build up some more tension. I’ve been doing some online reading about romances, and they state you have to build up the sexual arousal.”

  He looked at Lissa. She was frowning as she concentrated on what he was saying.

  “Hm. You’re probably right. How are you gonna do that?”

  Anxiety hit him. He hadn’t actually written this part of the scene yet. Being a typical man, he got straight to the touching bit. Well, he suspected he was being a typical man. He paused, sitting back to finish off some chicken. Thinking quickly, he created a scene as she studied him intently. “They hit a storm of meteorites, and the ship is damaged. Felissa helps him with some repairs…”

  Lissa interrupted him, gesturing with some fries as she did, “Why would she do that? He has kidnapped her after all. She’d surely be happy that his ship is stuck and he can’t take her back to her owner.”

  Matt groaned. She had a habit of being pedantic, but he didn’t regret asking her to assist him, not least because it gave him the opportunity to gradually seduce her. But she really did make him work at this plot.

  “Because they will be stranded in space forever if she didn’t help as the communications console was also impaired and they would slowly starve. Happy now?”

  “Quick thinking, Captain Kirk. Go on.”

  As he huffed at her interruption, she gave him a look of innocence. He narrowed his eyes, knowing he would get even with her shortly, and continued, “After they have finished the repairs, they climb out of the belly of the ship, and both are covered in dirt.” As he got into his story, he rose to pace, and then suddenly stopped in front of Lissa, who had turned her chair to watch, the food forgotten. He held out his hands to indicate he wanted her to stand.

  He looked at her outfit. It was a fairly plain white shirt. He suspected not a special one after the last session. “You’ll have to forgive me for what I do next, but it is necessary for the story and I’ll repay you.”

  “Repa—” She never finished what she was saying as he suddenly grabbed hold of her shirt and ripped it open. “Ahhhhhh.” She raised her hands to cover her breasts and looked down in astonishment at her ripped shirt, some buttons rolling around on the floor. “I don’t believe you just did that.”

  Ignoring her breasts covered in a white lace bra, he studied her reaction closely. She didn’t seem too angry, more bewildered. He resolved to go for it. “I am creating a space version of the traditional ‘bodice-ripper’ scene,” he explained patiently, hoping that he hadn’t made a big mistake.

  She groaned.

  He narrowed his eyes. Her mouth was turned up at the corners like she was holding back a grin. Was she amused by what I did, or even better, had she enjoyed it? He was surprised by how much he liked doing it. He took a peek down and felt himself harden. The tops of her breasts were billowing over the edge of the cups.

  Deciding she would forgive him for what he had just done, he moved closer, gathering her i
n his arms. She squealed but clasped him to her, not away from her. He was heartened and bent his head forward to kiss her shoulder, then her neck. She moaned as he did. His hands stroked her back. He felt her quiver.

  This was good. He continued trying to divert her attention with kisses and caresses while he undid her bra. Or at least he tried to. The problem was he couldn’t find the clasp. Getting annoyed, he stepped back. “Okay, where the hell is the clasp.”

  She stood distracted. “The what?”

  “Clasp, of your bra. Where is the clasp?” He gestured to her front.

  Lissa burst out laughing. Her hands came up to cover her face as she giggled in hysteria.

  He crossed his arms. “What is so funny?” This was very irritating, particularly as it had been going so well.

  Calming down, she wiped her tears off her face. “Oh, that’s a good one. Has every girl you’ve been out with had a bra with a clasp at the front?” she asked, hiccupping once or twice.

  Realizing his error, he flushed. “Ah. Sorry, I just got so into it, it didn’t occur to me. Well, all the women have front clasps in the books you gave me.”

  That set her off again, and she turned away to gulp some Coke to calm herself as he stood fuming. “Matt, sweetheart. Gina warned me you can be so naïve at times. Of course they have front-clasped bras in the books. It makes it so much easier for the hero. However, most bras have clasps in the back. God knows why? It can be really difficult to do up, particularly when you’re in a hurry. And some women wear sports bras which have no clasp at all but come off over the head like a sweater.”

  “Please tell me yours isn’t one of them,” he pleaded. “Stop it. If you laugh again, I’m throwing you out of here as you are, ripped shirt or no ripped shirt.”

  She bit her lip and squelched a laugh. “No, just a back clasp.” She still managed a minichuckle.

  He suddenly grabbed her. This stopped her laughter. He didn’t throw her out as he warned but pulled her toward him, trapping her between his body and the table as he felt under the ripped shirt and undid the bra—successfully this time. “Hm. For the sake of the story, I am going to have her wear such a flimsy bra that it gets pulled in two as he rips her shirt.”

  Nestling in his arms, her hands on his chest she rolled her eyes at him. “That’s a cop-out.”

  Spanking her butt at that comment, he then followed this up by rubbing his hand over her round globes, squeezing her gently. “Tough, this is my story. I can always change the heroine’s name, you know.”

  “What, you want to finish this story off with Rebecca or Kat?”

  “God no!”

  She giggled. “Don’t be mean to them just because they are self-assured. I wish I was like them.” She stopped when he frowned fiercely at her.

  “I don’t want you self-assured. I like you the way you are.”

  Her smile wavered at this comment, and then as he moved his head down, she cried, “Matt!”

  He continued to move down until his face was level with her breasts bobbing under the loose bra as she gripped hold of his shoulders. “Garin has ripped her shirt and bra, so her naked breasts are displayed to him in their full glory. I need to follow up on this scene.”

  “Don’t you dare!” she finished as he nudged the loose bra to one side so he could take nipple in his mouth. “Jes–us.”

  Swirling his tongue around her areola, he felt her quiver violently. He then sucked her nipple, his teeth gently pulling it into his mouth. He ran his tongue over her hardened point and felt her shake. He trembled in reaction, too. It was good, too good. His cock hardened even more. Despite this, he continued sucking, unable to stop. Her hands grabbed his hair, gripping tightly. He heard her moans, then her sigh of disappointment when he finally lifted his head, her hands falling away to his arms.

  “Oh God, Matt!”

  “I’m not finished yet.” Her gasp at that statement turned to a squeak as he suddenly lifted her onto the table. Looking her in the eye all the while, he reached behind her and swept the remains of the dinner to one side so he could push her onto her back on the table. As he did, her legs came up around his waist to hold herself steady. “Excellent. Just how I want you. I’m glad you are getting into character at last.”

  She laughed nervously.

  He then moved her hands, still gripping his arms to rest on the table above her head, and moved back slightly so he could reach under her skirt, his other hand on the table by her hip.

  Slightly anxious after the botched job he made undoing the bra that he wouldn’t be able to do the next part, he said, “You know I’ll probably mess this bit up, too.”

  Eyes beginning to glaze over and her body shaking, she gasped her answer. “What bit?”

  “Getting your panties down.”

  Her eyes widened as he said that, and then she giggled. “There’s a very good reason why the woman is always told not to wear panties in any BDSM stories! It’s so the writer doesn’t have this problem with the hero.”

  He laughed at her comment, at the same time amazed she was actually going along with this. By now his hand had reached her quivering stomach and was edging under the panty elastic.

  Lissa started panting heavily beneath him. “Shit, that feels good,” she stated huskily as his fingers caressed her curls moving slowly but steadily downward. “Very erotic. I’ve always thought writers were missing out on something when they have their heroine not wearing any underwear.”

  She paused, her eyes closed, and he felt her shudder beneath his fingers. When she began again, her words were erratic. “The—the touch of your fingers slightly trapped by the material against my body feels s–sinful somehow, like I am being ravished against my will but at the same time I love it. Th–That sounds stupid, doesn’t it?” Her chin then arched up, and she emitted a moan, her legs tightening around his waist as his thumb continued its assault on her clit rubbing her in a hard circular movement. Her body shook beneath his.

  He was getting breathless as well. “Not at all. If my body is anything to go by, the hero is loving it, too.” His fingers crept into her wet pussy, and he was rewarded by her whimpers. Her hands clutched the edge of the table, her knuckles whitening as her body writhed beneath him. He was hard-pressed to keep his hands on her as she moved convulsively under his ministrations. He now had two fingers thrusting into her pressing firmly upward.

  “Oh God, Matt!”

  He was suddenly startled as she bucked beneath him as she climaxed. “Ahhhh.”

  He pushed his fingers deep into her, and he held his hand hard against her as she dug her feet into his back. Looking at her face in the throes of her climax, he grinned at the knowledge that it was he who had given this to her. As her body thumped back down onto the table, she opened her eyes which had automatically closed.

  “Hell, Matt. That was fabulous.”

  He grinned at her as he removed his hand and after a moment helped her sit up. “You appreciate, of course, after that there is no way Garin is giving her back to her master.”

  Chuckling, she responded, “So I should hope.”

  “So I’ll have to have something happen, or that’s the end of story. Go home so I can think this one through,” he demanded, moving away, already deep in thought.

  She sat still on the table. “Um, Matt.”

  He looked back at her, frowning. If she didn’t leave soon, he was going to do something he might regret like toss her back on the table and make ardent love to her. It was too soon for that, but boy, was he hard. “What?” he asked, distracted.

  “Can I please borrow a shirt?”

  Chapter 6

  “You’ve done what?” Lissa looked up at Matt in astonishment from where she sat on the floor. It was a sign she was relaxed in his presence to sit like this, although she still stumbled over her words occasionally.

  It was their next session, and she was still recovering from what he had done to her last time. It was one thing for him to touch her naked breasts, but for him t
o finger-fuck her to climax was something else. Surely it wasn’t just for the story, was it?

  He blanched at the look on her face. “Not a good idea?”

  “You’re going to have to repeat it before I can honestly answer that.”

  “I’ve decided to have two bounty hunters so we have a love triangle. Well, not a triangle since that’s between the girl, her owner, and our original bounty hunter, but I’ve made the new bounty hunter Garin’s partner in the business and both fall for the girl and make love to her.”

  “My only question is—why?”

  Matt grimaced. “It seemed such a good idea at first. I thought back to what you all said that first night and some of the books we discussed after. Several of them were threesomes or more, and you seemed very keen on them. So it came to me in the middle of the night, why not make this a threesome story? It was a bad idea. I can see that, so I’ll change it.” He finished with a dejected sigh.

  “Hell, no. Terrific plan. I love it. But if you want me to practice your scenes with another man, I am walking out now.”

  “Oh God no!” Matt went even whiter than before, if that was possible.

  Lissa was encouraged. He didn’t seem to like the idea of her with someone else.

  “I was just going to sprint around the bed pretending to be both men.”

  At that she fell about laughing.

  Even Matt grinned. “I know. It’s stupid. But both Jessie and Rebecca would kill me if I asked their men to do it, and I’m not that friendly with anyone else to ask them.”

  She sobered a little. “So it’s not that you don’t want any other man to touch me, just you are scared of the other women?”

  “I will admit it—I am terrified of the other girls. But to be honest, I also don’t think I could do this with another guy touching you. I’d want to pulverize him.”

  Lissa flushed as a ripple of desire went through her at his words. “Um, at the end of the last couple of scenes you had our heroes making love. How is that going to work with the new man?” she queried.