Chapter Eleven

"What's up, Bro? What're you doing tonight?" Chip Plummer slid his jeans-clad ass onto the barstool next to his big brother at the Lake Clubhouse Pub. An ancient jukebox, a relic of World War II or the Korean War, blared music in the background, making conversation hard to follow.

"Got a date. What about you?"

Jake caught the eye of the female bartender and ordered a draught, pointing to the spot in front of his youngest sibling.

"Not yet. Does she have a sister or a good looking friend?"

Jake laughed. "Nope. She's an only child and belongs to me, exclusively."

"Hmm. Lucky you, Bro. I haven't had a good roll in the hay for weeks."

"What about the joint in Riverdale? You used to frequent that place for easy chicks."

"Shit! There's nobody but high school girls hanging around that place nowadays. I'm looking for a real woman, not a kid that doesn't know anything."

"Chip, my boy, you wouldn't know what to do with a real woman," Jake teased, punching the young carpenter on the shoulder. "Believe me, you're still wet behind the ears, kiddo. You need some lessons from me or Pete."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." Jake laughed again, already envisioning what he'd be doing tonight … and tomorrow night, too. "Are you still necking in cars or have you graduated to a couch or a bed yet?"

Chip glowered at his brother and took a long swallow of his free beer.

"Where's Pete?" Jake asked.

"Went to the Jersey shore for the weekend."

"Why didn't you go with him?"

"He didn't ask me, or I would have. There's a lot more action at the Jersey shore than there is here in the damn boonies."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Jake snickered. "Not if you look in the right places."

"You mean you're getting some regular pooch around here?"

"Where'd you ever hear that stupid word?"

"Made it up, or heard it someplace. What's the difference? So? Are you? Getting some?"

"Why don't you buy me another beer?" Jake replied, unwilling to discuss Roxy with his brother. "And … by the way … it's none of your business." Roxy had given him the same reply. But then she gave in and spilled things about her past to him anyway.

Dammit, he thought, she needs a couple of good fucks. She's been deprived too long. Some basic training in making love would help, too. She needs to loosen up, let go, get her inhibitions behind her.

And he was just the man to teach her.

A mild jolt of lust jabbed him in the groin, probably because he was thinking about tonight's lessons. When another full draught appeared in front of him, Jake drained the beer in a matter of minutes. "Well, sport, it's time I got on my way. Have a good weekend."

"Where are you going? Who's your date?"

"I told you. It's none of your business." He yanked on the curled visor of Chip's NY Yankees baseball cap. "Mom knows I won't be home for supper, but remind her, will you?"

"Hot shit, you're a lucky man, Jake."

"How well I know it, Bro."

* * * *

Jake stopped at the liquor store and bought two bottles of wine—the good stuff. It cost him fifteen bucks. He was a beer drinker, but it was his conviction that Roxy had been brought up different than he'd been. This weekend he'd demolish her barriers about hot sex, even kinky sex, beginning tonight. He learned earlier that wine helped her to be less self-conscious, and he was all for it. For himself, he had no hang-ups.

When Jake pulled into the driveway and cut the car's engine, he noticed Roxy's rental was already parked. She must've come home early, he thought. Just maybe she was anxious to make love sooner rather than later. He'd soon find out.

"Roxy?" He shouted loud enough for her to hear, but not loud enough the neighbors would hear. He rapped on the back door.

"Come in, Jake," a voice answered from someplace inside the house. The door was unlocked. He closed it behind him and put the two bottles of wine in the refrigerator before walking into the great room. It was empty.

"In here."

When Jake turned down the hall to an open doorway and peeked into Roxy's bedroom, his first thought was to laugh. And, then he almost choked. "Ho-ly Christ!" he said, his eyes opening wide while he suppressed any tangible smile of amusement. Thinking quickly, he yanked his navy polo shirt out of his trousers and over his head and shucked out of his comfortable loafers. In a matter of seconds, he stripped down to his underwear and socks. A fast look down was all it took to see his plumber's helper had grown inside the cotton skivvies. Jake hurried his move toward the bed.

Roxy was a meal in herself, he thought, spread on the bed in all her sugary glory.

She was lovely and sexy. He paused for a split second, gazing down at her. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of looking at her naked. Rampant lust and desire sizzled over his bare flesh, igniting a wildfire in his balls.

"Do you like grape jelly, Jake?" She asked with a silly, rather smug smile on her lips, looking up at him. She could tell he was excited, and she wanted him bad. Her body was already reacting to his gaze.

His voice came out of a dry mouth, sounding raw and hungry. "I think I could live all week on a diet of just grape jelly," he murmured, his eyes glued on her boobs. "And you."

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 half 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?