Lisa's Gift Page 4

  “We’re playing outside the bedroom?” Lisa asked with hesitancy in her tone.

  Nicolas grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger tilting her chin toward him. He leaned forward and kissed her so lightly Jana wondered whether their lips actually touched.

  “I’m changing the rules.” His deep, sexy voice sent a tremor up Jana’s spine and Lisa must have felt it too because Jana saw her friend’s body shiver. “Do you accept these changes?” he asked.

  Lisa eyes grew dark. Her tongue slowly circled her lips, as her chest rose lifting her breasts. “If it pleases you, Milord.” Her voice dropped in pitch, grew sexy and warm like honey.

  Milord? What game did these two have going? Jana sat rigid in her chair.

  Nicolas’s nostrils flared. “Oh, baby, it would please me beyond your imagination.” With his words the heat in the room spiraled upward. Add the sexy beat of the music playing in the background and Jana could see exactly where this was going.

  That did it. She was out of here.

  Well, she would be leaving just as soon as her legs responded. She had her thighs squeezed tightly together to control the ache throbbing between them. Her fork fell out of her hand, making a clinking noise that neither of the other two people in the room seemed to be aware of.

  Lisa dropped one shoulder and the strap of her sundress slipped down her arm. “What may I do to pleasure you, Milord?”

  He lightly rubbed his thumb across the bare skin of her shoulder. “Strip for me,” he breathed and Jana felt his words as if they caressed her nipples, teasing them to even harder buds.

  Jana jolted from her chair, the back legs scraping across the tile floor before wobbling and settling down. “That’s my cue to leave.” Her heart was fluttering madly.

  A brief look of concern filled Lisa’s eyes and then vanished. “Jana, do you trust me?”

  “With my life, but this is a whole different ballgame. I shouldn’t be here. Especially, if you guys are going to—” Heat flared across Jana’s face.

  “Fuck?” A Cheshire cat grin curved Lisa’s perfect lips.

  Jana swallowed hard, her face growing warmer as her gaze went from Lisa’s to Nicolas’s. His expression was sultry.

  “Well…yeah,” Jana said, before she pivoted, moving away from the table when she heard, “Brrrock…” Lisa held on to the last note, before saying, “Chicken.”

  Jana spun around to face Lisa as her friend starting clucking and laughing. “I’m not chicken,” Jana insisted.

  “Face it. You’re scared shitless. Brrrock…” Lisa mocked her.

  “She looks scared to me,” Nicolas added with a slight smile.

  “Oh. Fuck you both,” Jana fumed with embarrassment.

  Nicolas raised one brow. “Now that’s an idea.”

  “Jana.” Lisa’s voice softly dropped as she became serious. “Have I ever led you astray?”

  Jana shook her head. It was true. Lisa had been the only one in her life who had tried to protect her against her foster father. She had been there through every step of Jana’s recovery in the hospital and even afterward following her to California to make sure that Jana was settled. When Jana needed Lisa she was there. “But—”

  “No buts.” Lisa narrowed her sights on Jana. “All I want to do is break down some of those walls you’ve erected. What I’m asking of you may sound unconventional, but just trust me.” She pulled Jana’s chair back to the table. “Now come back here and sit down.”

  Jana took a step toward the table. “I don’t see how any of this—”

  Lisa pressed her index finger to her lips. “Shhh… Come sit down. Trust me.”

  Why Jana conceded she’d never know, other than she did trust Lisa more than she trusted herself. There was something about Lisa—something about their friendship she never wanted to lose. Besides, it wasn’t like she hadn’t seen Lisa naked. Last night she’d seen both Lisa and Nicolas in an intimate position. If she was being honest with herself, it had been damn arousing.

  Quietly, Jana took a seat.

  When Lisa and Nicolas locked gazes Jana ceased to exist, she had no presence in the room. She could slip through the door and never be missed. The pair had mentally erased her from the kitchen. Hell, by the looks they gave each other they had erased her from the planet. The knowledge didn’t do much for a girl’s confidence.

  Or had she just become the invisible woman? She raised her hand before her eyes. Nope. Not invisible.

  Nicolas extended his hand to Lisa and assisted her to her feet. Their bodies came together, as they wrapped their arms around each other. His long fingers curled in the back of her dress, wadding the material so it rose and revealed the swell of her ass and a hint of a lacy thong beneath.

  Again he captured her mouth, but this time it was a real kiss, deep and demanding, one that took Jana’s breath away and left her wanting. Her mouth began to water. Her lips quivered with need. The beat of the music echoed in her head.

  With a slow caress he moved his hand up Lisa’s back, raising her dress higher, revealing more perfect skin, before his fingers curled at the nape of her neck, winding through her hair as he pulled, forcing her head back. Then he pressed his mouth to the arch of her neck.

  Lisa’s lips parted on a gasp.

  Jana’s heart slammed against her ribcage.

  She’d give anything to be kissed like that.

  When Lisa and Nicolas finally parted Jana felt her chest rise and fall with excitement. Damn, she hadn’t known watching lovers interact would be so heady, so arousing. Thank God Lisa had persuaded her to stay.

  Without a word Lisa floated across the room until she stood in the middle of the kitchen, then her body began to sway to the music. With the toe of one foot she slipped one sandal off and then the other. She kicked them out of the way and they made a swishing noise as they slid across the polished tile. The entire time her brown eyes were glued to Nicolas’s.

  Silently he moved around the table and took a seat beside Jana. “Eat,” he said, continuing to stare at Lisa as he picked up his fork.

  It was a demand, not a suggestion.

  But who could eat?

  Lisa was seductively moving her palms over her shoulders, then dragging them across her breasts, circling them and weighing them in her hands, before she stroked down her abdomen and thighs to the hem of the dress.

  Jana was mesmerized by her friend’s sexuality and further astounded by how Lisa was affecting her. A naughty smile slid across her friend’s lips. Every so often she slid her tongue over them, invitingly.

  Eyes focused on Nicolas, Lisa began to sing along with the song. “Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?”

  She slipped the dress up to her waist, displaying a thong that rode on her swaying hips. Repeatedly her body undulated to the music as the dress rose higher and higher.

  Just as the swell of her breasts was revealed Nicolas said firmly, “Eat.”

  Jana startled. Her gaze darted from Lisa to Nicolas.

  There was a “Don’t make me repeat myself” tone in his voice that held all the warning Jana needed. She clutched her fork in one hand, stabbed a peach and crammed it into her mouth and chewed. Her action won her one of his beautiful smiles. Then he turned his attention back to Lisa’s performance.

  When Jana looked at Lisa again she was naked with the exception of her thong. The song had ended, another one began. As she dipped her fingertips into the waistband of her panties, Nicolas said, “Stop.”

  Immediately, Lisa’s hands stilled.

  “I want to reveal you myself. Take your stance.” With his command Lisa parted her legs shoulder-width; she thrust her chest out, placed her hands behind her, and then bowed her head.

  The bite of omelet that Jana had begun to swallow stuck midway down her throat. She choked, fighting for air. But neither Nicolas nor Lisa paid her attention. He pushed back his chair and rose as Jana reached for her orange juice and took a swallow, washing down the lodged food.

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nbsp; Nicolas was trapped in a world of sensations. Lisa was a temptress, her sexuality raw and inviting, while Jana’s struggle with what was happening before her was exciting him beyond control. Blood filled his balls and rushed down his cock as the temperature in his body soared.

  He could feel Jana’s arousal, smell Lisa’s heat above the omelet he had yet to sample. Hell, this was much better than food. If he thought Jana was ready he’d take them both right here, right now.

  Instead he continued on his path, seducing Jana through Lisa.

  Moving to stand behind Lisa, he removed his apron and tossed it aside so he was naked, but hidden from Jana’s view. He watched as Jana’s breathing increased and her eyes widened. Her full breasts rose against her shirt, tempting him as he pressed his body to Lisa’s backside. Lisa’s skin was chilled from the morning air, but he knew she burned hotter than a roaring fire inside, and if he wasn’t off his mark, her friend sitting at the table was just as hot.

  Lisa had been one of his most receptive playmates. He couldn’t help but think what it would be like to dip between Jana’s thighs and taste her woman’s juices.

  With a thrust of his hips he slid his cock between Lisa’s legs. He knew that Jana could see his erection, as her gaze dropped to the apex of Lisa’s thighs and her grip tightened on the fork she had picked back up.

  He set his hands in motion circling Lisa’s neck, smoothing them across her shoulder blades and cupping her breasts. As he stroked and caressed he moved his hips back and forth, his cock skimming against Lisa’s wet panties.

  She wanted to be fucked. He could smell her desire, heard it in her soft whimpers.

  When he dragged his palms across Lisa’s taut stomach, his fingers closing in on her thong, Jana shifted in her chair. He almost thought she would rise and join them. Instead, she pinned her warm blue gaze on him. Hunger blazed in her eyes. He pushed her further, letting his fingers disappear beyond the scant material of Lisa’s thong. A gasp filled the room. He could have sworn both women moaned in unison as he sank a finger deep into Lisa’s heat.

  It was pure torture. Blue balls were in his future if he didn’t find relief soon. But he wasn’t finished with Lisa, and he sure as hell wasn’t finished with Jana.

  Pushing Lisa’s thong down her slender legs, Nicolas fought to breathe, fought to regain the control he felt slowly slipping away. He had never devised a plan like this to seduce a woman through another. Yet he had to admit it was one hell of an exciting game. No one would be a loser in this adventure.

  As he stripped Lisa of her panties he dropped to his knees, knowing that he revealed himself to Jana through the vee of Lisa’s legs. He carefully supported Lisa’s waist as she stepped from the thong and then kicked it aside. He knew Jana could see his hands stroking Lisa as he pushed them between Lisa’s parted thighs. Gently, his fingertips touched her abdomen. With a long, smooth caress he pulled his palms back through her legs to skim her moist folds.

  “Face me.” His voice almost failed him, coming out hoarse and ragged.

  Lisa turned, her blonde hair spilling across her face as she looked down upon him. He wedged her legs further, and then cupped her ass in the palms of his hands as he leaned in to taste her. He felt her quiver beneath his touch. Her body spasmed sending ripples of sensation across his tongue.

  “Milord, may I come?” she murmured, her hips thrusting, burying into his face.

  “Yes, baby.”

  His consent was all she needed. Her body jerked. She grabbed handfuls of his hair and pressed herself firmly to him, riding his face hard until the last of her climax subsided. Then she collapsed to her knees, wrapped her arms around him and captured his mouth with hers.

  She was sweet on his tongue. But he needed to be in her, needed to seek his own release. He broke the kiss. “Hungry?” She scanned his length and whispered, “Yes,” as her gaze settled on his engorged erection.

  He rose and assisted her to stand. In unison they turned toward the table. Jana was breathing hard, her face flushed with desire. Her hands gripped the table tightly until her fingers bit into the wood.

  Palm pressed to the small of Lisa’s back, Nicolas guided her forward. “Kneel,” he said as he took his seat beside Jana, turning so he sat somewhat sideways on the chair. “It would please me to have your beautiful lips sucking my cock while I eat.”

  The stunned look on Jana’s face was priceless as Lisa crawled between his legs and took him into her mouth. As she sucked, swirling her tongue around his cock, he clenched his fork, sliced into his omelet and placed a bite in his mouth. With as much strength as he could muster he tried to chew slowly, tried to give the façade of control, while his body was becoming a living furnace.

  “How do you like the omelet?” he asked Jana.

  “What?” She jerked her gaze from where Lisa’s head bobbed between his thighs and looked toward his face.

  He almost groaned when Lisa took his sac into her small hand and began to massage it. “The omelet.” He held his breath for a moment. “Do you like it?”

  “The omelet?” She was like a mocking bird repeating his words.

  Fuck, this was difficult, but he continued all the same. “Yes. Do you like it?”

  “Like it?”

  Clearly Jana was bewildered and he had held on as long as he could. “Excuse me.” He weaved his fingers through Lisa’s hair. With several thrust of his hips fire licked his cock. He released a throaty groan and let his climax wash over him. Lisa gagged and he loosened his hold, giving her the room and air she needed as she swallowed, milking his cock. After a final pump into Lisa’s mouth he slipped from between her lips and drew her from the floor into his lap.

  “Thank you,” he murmured close to her ear. “I put a dome over your breakfast to keep it warm, but if it isn’t warm enough I’ll reheat it.”

  “It’ll be fine, Nicolas.” Lisa snuggled close to him. “Would it please you to be fed?”

  “You are such a treasure, but I think it’s time for you to take your seat.” He gave her a light push off his lap. When she rose, he slapped her firmly on the ass. She squealed and lurched forward laughing, while his brand flashed a light pink on one cheek of her butt. “Why don’t we all just relax and eat our breakfast?”

  They both turned their attention to Jana. She was anything but relaxed. The wild look in her eyes, her rapid breathing, said it all. She was prime for the taking.

  Chapter Five

  And some would call her crazy!

  Game of chicken or not, Jana shouldn’t have stayed. Yet there was no use in trying to hide the fact that their performance had turned her on. It had been hot.

  As Jana watched Nicolas and Lisa finish their breakfast and chat about the recent rise in gas prices, she wondered if it was possible to have dreamt what just happened. The fact that she was the only one at the table with clothes on confirmed that she hadn’t completely lost her mind.

  Lisa and Nicolas had casually had sex right in front of her. If you could call giving head casual sex.

  They were relaxed and enjoying each other’s companionship. Jana couldn’t claim the same. Even on the lonely nights when she had switched over to an adult movie it had never been as arousing as what she had just experienced. Desire dampened her panties. Her breasts ached and her nipples stung causing her to take shallower breaths so they wouldn’t rub against her shirt.

  She was hot, horny and wound to the point she felt like a child’s jack-in-the-box, ready to spring from her skin at any moment.

  She’d never seen Lisa so uninhibited or so sexy. Sensuality rolled off Lisa’s skin. Her lithe body moving to the music, the look of ecstasy on her face and especially how she had affected Nicolas was a total turn on. Jana would be lying if she didn’t admit the desire to dance naked with Lisa. But the ultimate was how Nicolas touched Lisa, caressed and teased her body. It had been outright torture sitting there watching him and wishing to join them.

  Jana had never met a man who made every nerve ending scream a
s Nicolas did. Even the macho dominance game he played she had to admit was exciting. She wanted to be touched by him, wanted to feel him between her thighs. The tingle in her nipples returned with a sudden surge. A fresh flood of desire drenched her panties.

  Dammit! What she needed was a man. Lisa’s was off-limits.

  “Jana? Jana?” Lisa gave her a nudge with the palm of her hand.

  A rush of heat filled Jana’s cheeks. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

  “I said that after we clean up, perhaps we could go shopping.” Lisa leaned forward and whispered, “Are you okay?”

  Clean up? Oh no.

  As fucking hot as Jana’s body was the last thing she wanted was to watch two naked people bound across the kitchen bumping into each other, laughing and playing, until they got down and dirty on the floor.

  And hell no, she wasn’t okay.

  Furthermore, the only store she really cared to go to was the Rent-a-Stud Escort Service. Briefly she wondered if they had a set of twins available, because it was going to take more than one man to work the tension from her body.

  “Jana?” Lisa looked at her with concern in her eyes.

  “No. Yes.” Jana couldn’t believe that rational thought had completely escaped her. She took a breath and began to speak slowly. “Why don’t I do the dishes and straighten up the kitchen, while you two get ready. I’m already dressed.” She was sure three shades of pink rose in her cheeks.

  Lisa’s soft, warm laughter filled the room. “You are, aren’t you? Well if you don’t mind. It won’t take us but a minute or two.” She rose, whipped around the table and gave Jana a big hug. “I’m glad you’re here.”

  The look of expectation in her friend’s eyes made Jana say, “Me too.”

  As Nicolas and Lisa left the kitchen, Jana knew in her heart that she had to move out before something got out of hand. Nicolas was attracted to her. Hell, he was probably attracted to any woman who wore a skirt. But the worst part was that she was drawn to him, always had been since she was a teenager. He felt like a drug sliding through her veins, trying to take control.