*J* (the continuation)

Part Thirty-Two: Chapter 240: A Whole New World

Jake's POV

A thousand thoughts cross my mind as Harley slowly rides me.

Pleasure. Shame. Joy. Envy. Enlightment. Jealousy. Embarrassment. Anxiety. Confidence. But Harley felt too good for me to dwell on any of those thoughts. I wanted to grab her hips and buck up into her, over and over, faster and harder. She felt so good, but I knew that I had to keep myself in check. I didn't want to lose control and hurt her. She was pregnant after all. Still, she still looked absolutely beautiful. I had thought that from the moment I met her.

I open my eyes and look up at her. Her head was all the way back, her eyes shut. She emits soft rhythmic moans. They almost sounded musical. I raise my hand up to her neck and slowly run it down her chest, stopping with my hand over her heart. I could feel it's beats against my palm. I move my hand lower and my fingers begin gliding across her pregnant belly. I've never had the chance to feel one before. It was more firm than I had expected. Then, as my hand ran over it, I felt the baby moving. It was both foreign and spectacular. It made me wish I could father a child.

I glance in my brother's direction. He was thrusting his hips and grinding into Ivy. She moaned each time he stabbed himself into her. He was moving much faster than Harley was. I wanted to move as he moved, but the gentleman in me allowed Harley to set the pace. J's hands enslaved Ivy's wrists as he held them pinned to the bed. I couldn't help thinking about if Ivy liked what J did to her? Did she like it more than what I do to her? Was J better in bed than me?

I felt emasculated by my brother. I felt challenged. On display. In the spotlight. Analyzed. And right behind all that, I felt jealousy fighting it's way to the surface. I didn't want J to make Ivy feel better than I could. I was falling in love with her. She was mine. She belonged to me. And I belonged to her. But I also belonged to my brother. We all did. And at this moment, I was having sex with his wife. Confidence rushes through me, giving me the will to do the best I can with Harley.

I watch, paying close attention to the way my brother moved. He wasn't the slow and easy type. His sex was masculine. It was rough. It was hard. He took what he wanted, what he needed to reach his climax. Ivy must enjoy it because her body writhes on the bed beneath him.

She liked his force. She liked his total power. I wasn't like J. J found pleasure in the pain he inflicted on them when he lost control. And right now, Ivy seemed pretty willing to be his demure submissive.

J was giving Ivy something that was out of my normal sexual realm. Dominance. Control. Authority. I'm none of the those things, not even in my most vulgar moments. No matter how fast or how hard, I still couldn't give her that. Did that mean my brother is better in bed than I am? I know I can please a woman. But sometimes something more was needed than just the physical side. Something psychological. That's what Ivy got from J.

But then it sort of dawns on me...I look back to Harley. Her eyes press shut as her crimson lips form in the shape of an 'O'. This was Harley's preference. I just sensed it. She was in control right now, not me. And while having this full control, she decides to move slowly and deeply, driving me absolutely wild. J probably didn't do it like this with her very often. J needed to be in control. So that means that I'm pretty much I'm giving Harley something that J can't. I guess that makes us even.