Fall into Her (Fall into Him Book Two) (4 page)

Jennifer stayed where she was, still processing everything that had
just happened. If she'd thought she'd been confused before, it was nothing
compared to the way she felt now. Everything she thought she'd known about the
two men in her life had just been turned upside-down and she didn't know what
to do about it.

It had taken a long hot bath and a glass of red wine to help Jennifer
relax enough that she felt like she could actually stretch out in bed.
Fortunately, she hadn't needed to worry about deflecting Rachel's curiosity
about her day. Not long after Brad had left, Rachel had called to tell Jennifer
that she wouldn't be coming home that evening. Rachel hadn't even seemed to
notice Jennifer's distant tone, too excited that she was finally going to go
home with a handsome customer she'd been flirting with for a month.

Rachel had been trying to get an invite back to his place for the past
few weeks so Jennifer knew that her roommate was going to make the best of it.
There was no way Rachel would be back before dawn and Jennifer was grateful for
the alone time. While she loved Rachel like a sister, and knew that at some
point she probably should confide in the one person who wouldn't judge her,
Jennifer was too tightly wound for any type of introspective conversation, even
after her bath.

The hot water had helped her muscles relax, which in turn had helped
her push her questions to the back of her mind. The wine had taken the edge off
and left her with a warm, fuzzy feeling deep in the pit of her stomach. When
she climbed into bed, she thought that maybe tonight, she could sleep.

To keep her mind from returning to the chaos of earlier, she picked up
a book she kept on hand whenever she needed some relatively mindless reading.
It was her guilty pleasure, really, but it had never failed to help keep her
mind off of the craziness of everyday life. It was also a good tool for
fantasizing and had been quite a help back when she and Brad had been dating
and she'd had to rely on herself for relief.

She was in the middle of a particularly steamy scene when her phone
rang. She considered not answering it, but common sense won out and she reached
over to at least see who it was. Her stomach immediately tightened when she saw
his name. She answered it before she could talk herself out of it. “Philip?”

“Jennifer.” His voice caressed her name like silk. “How are you this
fine evening?”

It amazed her that, despite how angry she'd been at him earlier, how
confused she was about their relationship, the mere sound of his voice when it
was low like that could send heat racing over her nerves.

“I'm…fine.” The answer she gave sounded even lamer out loud than it had
in her head. She set aside her book. She had a feeling this was going to be far
more interesting.

“Have you already bathed?”

There was no way that question should sound that sensual. “Y-Yes.”
Impulsively, she added, “and I had a glass of wine.”

“Red or white?”

“Red.”

“Excellent choice,” Philip said. “Put me on speaker. You're going to
want both hands free for the rest of our conversation.”

A shiver of anticipation went through Jennifer. She'd had the edge
taken off, but nothing guaranteed a good night's sleep like an orgasm or two...
or four if she was lucky. Then again, quality always trumped quantity.

“So, Jennifer, after a bath and a nice glass of red wine, what does a
girl like you slip into for the remainder of her evening?”

Jennifer suddenly wished she'd worn something sexier, even if Philip
couldn't see it. It never even crossed her mind to try to lie due to her
surprise at hearing the question. “A pair of cotton shorts, pink ones, and a
matching pink camisole.”

“You didn't mention any underwear.”

Jennifer's entire body flushed. “I’m…I'm not wearing any.”

“Tsk, tsk,” Philip sounded both amused and aroused which was quite a
feat for two small sounds.

“I only have one pair left and I need them for work tomorrow because I
haven't done laundry in a while...” Jennifer tried to explain.

“You're going to stop talking now.” Philip's voice was soft but
Jennifer obeyed immediately, snapping her mouth shut. “I want you to listen,
obey and only speak when spoken to. Is that clear?”

Jennifer felt arousal flare bright and hot. It seemed like it didn't
matter how frustrated she was or even how confused, her body automatically
reacted to his voice. That wasn't very fair, in her opinion.

“Jennifer?”

She couldn't tell if she was imagining the concern behind the name or
if Philip maybe thought he'd gone too far. Either way, Jennifer knew the answer
she was going to give. “Yes, Sir.”

“Now, then, let's pick up where we left off.” Philip continued
smoothly. “After you dressed, what did you do?”

“Climbed into bed with a book.”

“Ah, and what book was tantalizing your imagination when I called?”

Again, Jennifer didn't think to lie despite her embarrassment. “
Castles
in the Air
.”

“I don't believe I've heard of it. What's it about?”

“Oh, um,” Jennifer scrambled to find an easy way to say it and failed.
“It's a romance between two royal families.”

“Is it a sweet little romance or what they call a 'bodice-ripper'?”
When Jennifer didn't answer immediately, he ordered, “perhaps I should decide
for myself. Read me the last two sentences you read.”

Jennifer was nearly squirming as she picked up her book. Her voice was
shaking as she read, but she wasn't sure if it was shame or desire. “'Axel
gripped her hips as he thrust his swollen manhood inside her. Harmony's back
arched as he filled her, her nails digging into the muscular flesh of his ass.'”

“Mmm...” The sound was low and Jennifer felt a rush of juices flood her
pussy. Philip continued. “Were you planning on giving yourself some 'special
attention' before sleep?”

“Not really,” Jennifer answered.

“But it turns you on.” It was a statement rather than a question.
“Don't you want to scratch that itch?”

Jennifer knew this was one she was supposed to answer. “Yes.”

“Good girl,” Philip said. “Close your eyes.”

She did as she was told.

“Run your hands up your stomach, over your shirt. Cup those pretty tits
of yours and start playing with your nipples.”

She began lightly pinching her nipples through the soft cotton of her
shirt, each tug making her pussy throb.

“Tell me what it feels like.”

“Feels nice,” Jennifer murmured.

Philip chuckled, a low, male sound that ran over her skin like molten
lava, setting her on fire. “You're going to have to get a lot more descriptive
than that, my dear.”

Jennifer tried to comply. “It's different than just fingers. My shirt's
rubbing on my nipples, making it rougher, almost chafing.”

“Much better,” Philip said. “Take off your shirt. Just your shirt.
Leave the shorts.”

Jennifer pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor.
The air conditioning wafted across her overheating skin, hardening her
caramel-colored nipples even further.

“Lick your fingertips and play with your nipples some more. Make those
pretty tips stand up for me.”

As her fingers began to roll the wrinkled flesh, Jennifer gave herself
over to the sensations. She tugged at the tips until they were long and hard,
all the while listening to Philip's voice.

“I want to take each of those nipples in my mouth, suck on them until
you're writhing. If I was there, I'd use my teeth to turn them cherry red.”

A moan slipped from between her lips and she scraped her nails over the
sensitive flesh, imagining Philip doing as he said.

“Twist your nipples. I want them red and sore.”

Jennifer whimpered but did as Philip instructed. Little jolts of pain
shot through her breasts.

“Harder.”

She bit down on her bottom lip as she twisted them further. Sharper
pain coursed through her, almost taking the edge off of her pleasure.

“If I can't hear you, you're not doing it right.” Philip's tone took on
a harsh note. “Harder.”

Jennifer's fingers twisted the already throbbing flesh and she let
herself go, crying out as the pain reached that tipping point where it
transcended hurt and became something more.

“Good girl,” Philip's voice dropped to something husky, sex in its
liquid form. “You can let go now.”

Panting, Jennifer released her nipples. They throbbed in time with her
heartbeat, hot as coals and almost as bright.

“Spread your legs.”

Jennifer smiled as she parted her legs. Between the wine, the book,
Philip's voice and her own ministrations, she was ready to go. Even in their
short time together, it seemed that her body had conditioned itself to be ready
for sex when Philip initiated something.

“Now, you're going to do exactly as I tell you and you will not cum
until I say so. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Take your hand and slide it under the waistband of your shorts. You're
going to use just one finger – I don't care which one – and rub your clit.
Light little circles, mind you.”

Jennifer shivered as her middle finger brushed over her clit. It had
started to swell when she'd been playing with her breasts but was far from
fully engorged.

“I want you to picture me sitting on my balcony,” Philip said. “I'm by
myself, but any of my neighbors could come out on their balconies at any time
and lean over and see me. They could hear every word I'm saying. Could hear how
I'm talking to you, telling you to play with your clit and tits.”

His words painted a clear and decadent picture for Jennifer.

“I'm wearing only boxers. Black silk. I'm reaching into my shorts and
pulling out my cock.” Philip made a soft sound, getting comfortable, and
Jennifer knew that he'd taken himself in hand. “Now, I want you to put your
finger inside yourself. Just two strokes, then back up to your clit.”

Jennifer's eyelids fluttered as her finger penetrated her cunt. The
digit was soaked when it returned to her clit.

“My hand's wrapped around my cock. I'm only half-hard but I'm thinking
about you and it’s making me harder. Thinking about how you must look, nipples
puffy and swollen. Finger rubbing that little button between your legs.”

Jennifer moaned.

“You can use two fingers now, but remember that you're not allowed to
cum without permission.”

She added a second finger to her clit, one on either side of the
sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Alternate between your clit and your pussy. No more than a few strokes
to each.”

She made a sound of frustration. Switching back and forth like that
would make it harder to climax.

“Tell me what you're doing,” Philip said. “I want to know so I can
picture it while I get myself going.”

He expected her to be able to talk? Jennifer wasn't sure she could
manage a coherent answer to a question, let alone come up with a sentence on
her own. Her body was trying to assimilate far too much data at once.
Nevertheless, she tried her best. “Rubbing my clit. Up and down. Just a few
times like you said. Then down to my pussy. Pushing two fingers inside. So hot
and wet. Tight.”

“That pussy of yours would squeeze my cock, wouldn't it?” Philip's voice
was surprisingly even. “Even if you stretched yourself for me, you'd still fit
me like a glove. Are your fingers nice and wet?”

“Yes,” Jennifer was writhing on the bed, desperate for relief. The
pressure inside her continued to build and she fought back the orgasm that was
hovering so near to the surface.

“Don't you dare cum.” Philip’s order was firm, but now Jennifer could
detect just a bit of breathlessness in the words. “If you cum, I'll have to
punish you. You don't want that, do you?”

“No, Sir.” Jennifer answered even thought she was starting to think
that it might be worth it if she could just find release.

“Do you know what I'd do to you if you came without permission? So many
options that it'd be so hard to choose just one.”

He was breathing heavily now and the fact that he was on his balcony
jacking off turned Jennifer on all the more.

“Maybe I'd put you over my knee first thing in the morning. Spank your
ass until it hurt to sit, then take you to some long meetings so I could watch
you wince and squirm. Maybe I'd tell you to masturbate until you're ready to
cum and then make you stop over and over. Or better yet, maybe I'd tie you up
and make you cum until you passed out, then wake you up and do it again and
again until you cry for me to stop.”

There was a slight delay in his voice and Jennifer knew that he, too,
was close.

“In a minute, I'm going to let you add your other hand to rub your
clit. We're almost there, baby. Almost there.”

Jennifer squirmed in anticipation. They were nearing to the end, she
could feel it. Her body was racing towards that edge and she wasn't sure how
much longer she would be able to stave off the inevitable.