by Tara Rose
Chelsea let the sensations wash over her once more. Each spank pushed her groin against Roland’s muscled thigh, and she clenched her Kegel muscles as a climax drew close. She’d never felt anything so dirty and raw in her life. She had no idea it would be like this.
It stung, but at the same time, the pleasure sweeping through her was unbelievable. She didn’t even know how to process it so she stopped trying, and simply let the emotions take over. When they also began brushing their fingers over her ass crack and underneath to her soaking wet pussy, her soft grunts became a steady stream of incomprehensible words and loud moans.
Hands caressed her nipples now, as well, and at least one of them planted tiny kisses along the sides of her breasts. She didn’t open her eyes. It was more fun not knowing who was where and doing what.
She heard their breathing turn loud and erratic, and she swore she could smell their arousal. Surely they could tell how ready she was for them to be inside her. How long would they make her wait?
As if reading her mind, they stopped swatting her, and before she had time to process it, Roland had her on her back and was on top of her. He smiled down at her, his eyes blazing with heat and lust. When he pinned her arms overhead with one hand, and licked her neck and breasts, she cried out in pleasure and an overwhelming need for release.
Denver and Archer stood on either side of the bed, removing their clothes. She watched as they each revealed a body that was to die for. She’d never seen such drop-dead gorgeous men in her life. She slowly became aware that Roland had stopped kissing and licking her, and was watching her with a big grin on his face.
“You like what you see?”
Her face was suddenly too warm. “Yes, Sire. Very much.”
He let go of her wrists and then moved off her. “Guess I’d better get naked then. Don’t want to be left out of the fun.”
Chelsea giggled and stretched as Roland removed his clothing. Denver and Archer climbed onto the bed and knelt beside her, one on each side. “I’m surrounded by beautiful, naked men.”
Roland pulled off his breeches and boots. “I don’t think I hear too much of a protest in your voice.”
“Not even close,” said Archer. “In fact, she looks perfectly delighted to be here.”
Denver didn’t speak. He merely stared at her as he started pulling on his cock. It was so damn sexy she couldn’t look away.
Roland was naked now, and he too was magnificent. “Now the only question to answer is who goes first?”
She gasped as the enormity of what was about to happen washed over her. Could she really handle this? All three men had dicks more than adequate to satisfy her, and they each looked ready to burst. She was so close to coming already that it wouldn’t take much for her either.
But what if she didn’t please them? They were used to their own women. If they all looked like Anne, their women had delicate, dainty features and were thin. She was neither of those things.
Roland frowned, and then he gently cupped her face. “Where did you go just now? What happened?”
She averted her gaze.
“Please tell us,” said Denver. “Have we said or done something to frighten you?”
“No. No, Sire. Not at all.” She told them her concerns, and they looked at each other with expressions of incredulity.
“First of all,” said Archer, moving closer to her on the bed, “Anne is too thin because she worries herself into a tizzy over every little thing. And for the record…” He lay down and propped himself up on one elbow, then traced a finger over her breasts, slowly, until she could hardly breathe again. “I think your body is absolutely perfect. I like curves and something to hang onto.”
He moved his hand to her face. “And your features are beautiful. So you stop that self-deprecating talk right now or I’ll spank you again, and this time it will really hurt. Do you understand me, Chelsea?”
Oh my…
“Yes, Sire,” she whispered. “Thank you. Thank you, all of you. I’m overwhelmed right now.”
Denver lay down on the other side of her, and Roland covered her body with his again. She moaned as his dick rubbed against her pussy.
“Archer is right,” said Denver. “I wanted you from the second I saw you. You’re beautiful. I mean that.”
Roland kissed her again. “I don’t want to hear any further talk about you not being adequate, is that clear? There is no way you could fail to please us, Chelsea. I told you. You called to us.” He sat back his heels and moved her legs apart, holding her gaze the entire time. “And since I’m the eldest of the three, I’ve decided I’m going first.”
Archer snorted. “By two years. Big deal.”
“How old are you?” She couldn’t tell from their features. They were simply incredibly handsome men to her eyes.
“Thirty-eight. Denver is a year younger, and Archer brings up the rear, as he usually does.”
Archer gave him a dark look.
“How old are you?” asked Roland.
“Twenty-seven.”
Roland smiled. “Any other vital statistics we need to get out of the way, or may I proceed to ravish you?”
All she could do was nod. Roland grasped her breasts and kneaded them in his strong hands while the other two both pulled on their cocks now. Their soft groans, plus the dark desire on Roland’s beautiful face, fueled her excitement to the point of pain. When he moved his hand down her abdomen, teasing her skin with feathery touches, she arched her hips toward him, silently begging him to fill her.
But instead of pushing his dick into her, like she thought he would do, he moved his hands back to her breasts and took first one nipple into his mouth, then the other, torturing her like that until she clutched his shoulders and moaned loudly.
Chelsea was out of her mind with desire, and this sexy man was having fun teasing her. The other two watched with hot lust in their eyes, and she simply gave over to it now, never wanting this to end.
They weren’t going to hurt her. They were going to make her beg for it, and she loved them for it. This wasn’t frightening. It was fun, and sexy, and everything she’d ever hoped and wished for.
Chapter Six
Roland moved lower, licking as he went, until he reached her pussy lips. She clutched at his hair. “Please… Please, Roland. I can’t take anymore.”
“Shhh… I’m busy.” He licked her clit in long, slow strokes until her entire body trembled with the need to come. Archer moved closer and took one nipple into his mouth, and Chelsea groaned loudly as tiny contractions assaulted her pussy. Denver watched for a few minutes, and then a slow, sexy grin spread across his face.
“Then I get her mouth first.”
Archer raised his head. “Hey…”
She giggled. The idea of three men who looked like they did fighting over who got to fuck her first made her heart soar.
“Now look what you did,” said Roland. “She’s laughing at us again.”
“No! I’m not. I swear it. I’ve just never been this happy.”
He gazed at her like a lover might, and she couldn’t find her voice. Then he kissed her again, shoving his tongue into her mouth and effectively forcing Denver and Archer to back away from her in the process. When he released it, he caressed her face like it was made of fine china and might break if he touched it too aggressively. “Where have you been?”
It was more of a whisper than anything, but she didn’t answer him. She held her breath as he settled himself between her legs and teased the opening to her pussy with his fingers. “You’re so wet.”
“You did that, Sire. All three of you.”
He pushed a finger into her and she moaned long and loud. There was no pain, only the most exquisite feeling of completeness. When he withdrew it, he pushed his dick inside, slowly but steadily, until he was all the way inside.
Chelsea couldn’t even think. All she could do was let it happen. Each thrust brought her closer to an orgasm, and when Archer reached down to massage her cl
it, she exploded in a whirlwind of loud cries and intense contractions.
Denver was kissing her now, and someone she assumed was Archer sucked her nipples. She opened her eyes to confirm it was Archer, and then she met Roland’s sapphire gaze. He winked at her, and she sighed in perfect contentment.
“Can we have a turn?” asked Archer, straightening up.
“I don’t know. Chelsea? What do you say? Should I let my friends take their turn?”
“I think they’ll burst if you don’t, Sire.”
He sighed loudly as he pulled out, but the twinkle in his eyes told her he was only playing around. He moved to where Archer knelt, and then waved his hand in a flourish. “Your turn, Your Highness.”
Chelsea couldn’t stop giggling as Archer waggled his brows and moved between her legs. He made a show out of running his hands up and down her body, making noises in the back of his throat that sounded more like he was about to eat a delicious meal than make love, but when he finally slipped his impressive cock into her wetness, she arched her back and cried out as the climax that he and Roland had started crested once more.
Roland bent to take a nipple into his mouth, and Denver devoured the other one. She tangled her fingers in their hair and closed her eyes, absorbing the competing sensations. This was nothing like she’d imagined it would be when they’d first told her why she was here.
When Archer pulled out, Denver wasted no time taking his place. His lovemaking wasn’t as rough as Roland’s or Archer’s, but it was just as skilled. He knew exactly how to touch her clit as he thrust slowly in and out, and within minutes she came again.
He smiled like he’d just uncovered a delicious secret, and she returned the gesture, hoping he could tell how grateful she was. “You’re beautiful,” he mouthed, and she blew him a kiss with her lips.
When he withdrew, Roland knelt next to her face. “How would you feel about one in your mouth and one in your pussy?”
She stared at his red, swollen dick as he slowly stroked it. “I’m willing to try, Sire.”
He cut his gaze to Denver. “It’s only fair you go first since you did call it earlier.”
She chuckled. “You’re like boys playing a game.”
Roland leaned over and kissed her quickly. “And you love it. Admit it.”
“I do love it, Sire.”
He winked, and then he moved aside so Denver could kneel next to her face. He looked so unsure, so she reached out and grasped his cock in her hands, loving the velvety softness contrasted with the veins. “It’s okay. I want to do this.”
Denver helped her guide it into his mouth, and she took as much inside as she could, moaning softly. He groaned out loud and threw back his head, in the sexiest gesture she’d ever seen. Roland moved between her legs again and slipped his dick back into her pussy, thrusting hard now.
She was going to come again. There was no doubt about it. She’d never been this aroused in her life, and couldn’t imagine how sex with one man would ever feel as good as this. Then it hit her that she’d likely never have sex with only man again, unless they wanted to make love to her individually. She was here, for life, with these three beautiful, sexy men. She could have this every day if she wanted it.
As the orgasm crashed over her, she released her mouth’s grip on Denver so she didn’t accidentally bite him. Archer turned her face toward him, a question in his eyes, and she opened her mouth to allow his cock inside.
Denver took his place between her legs as Roland withdrew again. Roland knelt where Denver had just been, and then Denver shoved his cock into her pussy. His thrusting was urgent and hurried, and in a few moments he came, crying out loudly.
Archer swore softly under his breath, and then without warning her mouth was filled with hot cum. She tried to swallow all of it but most of it ended up on her face. Roland didn’t seem to mind because as soon as Archer moved away and flopped down beside her on the bed, Roland pushed his dick into her mouth.
He held onto her head with both hands, and Chelsea found that so domineering and sexy that she relaxed her throat muscles so he could go to town. When he came, this time she managed to swallow most of it, and he gazed down at her with gratitude and awe. “That was incredible. Thank you.”
The men were now lying on the bed around her, breathing heavily, and she closed her eyes to bask in the afterglow of the most incredible sex she’d ever had. Denver crawled in between her and Archer to hold her. He stroked her damp hair and back. “Thank you,” he whispered, over and over. She couldn’t even speak. All she could was cling to him.
When Denver released her, Archer pulled her close and kissed her hair. “You’re an amazing lover, Chelsea. Thank you.”
“So are you. All three of you are. Thank you so much for staying true to your word.”
Archer kissed her again, and then he moved aside so Roland could hold her. “I told you we wouldn’t hurt you.”
“I know. Thank you, Sire.”
“You may call us by our names unless someone is around, or unless we ask you to address us as ‘Sire.’”
“Okay. Thank you, Roland. That was more seductive than I expected it to be.”
“I feel the same way.” He pulled her closer, and Chelsea closed her eyes. She drifted off to sleep, happier than she could remember being in a very long time.
* * * *
Denver woke to the sound of scuffling, and lifted his head to watch Lawrence and Anne moving around the room, talking softly. Chelsea was still asleep next to him, but Roland and Archer were gone. “Why are you two in here?”
Anne yelped and her face colored, but Lawrence didn’t look the least bit disconcerted. “Sorry, Sire. Prince Roland is in your bathroom, and Prince Archer is in his bathroom. Each of them is showering. Anne and I wanted to ascertain whether you and Miss Chelsea were ready to rise now as well?”
Denver sat up, well aware he was stark naked and Anne was trying not to stare at him. It served her right for barging in here. “Here’s a new rule for Anne, for you, and for Jon and Samuel. Unless it’s an emergency, don’t come into my room when Chelsea is in here. Don’t come into Prince Roland’s room, or Prince Archer’s room, if Chelsea is in there. Understood?”
Anne curtseyed so deeply he was afraid she’d topple over. “Yes, Sire. I’ll wait in Miss Chelsea’s room. It’s ready now, Sire.”
“Thank you.”
“Sorry, Sire,” said Lawrence, again. “I understand. But, Sire, this isn’t your room. It Prince Roland’s room.”
He sighed loudly. “Noted. Don’t come into any of our rooms when we’re in them with Chelsea, unless it’s an emergency. Okay? Thank you. You may leave now.”
“Of course, Sire. When should we have breakfast ready?”
Denver gritted his teeth. “Give us half an hour.”
He bowed and then the two finally left. Beside him, Chelsea giggled softly. “Trouble with the servants?”
“Not anymore. They’ve left the room. And apparently so have Roland and Archer, leaving me all alone with you.” He let his gaze travel over her body, still unable to believe she was here. Last night had exceeded every expectation he’d ever had, on the rare occasions he’d allowed his thoughts to move toward making love to a woman who wasn’t a servant or a peasant.
“Why did they do that?”
“Who cares?” He moved on top of her and kissed her, his dick hardening to the point of pain as she moaned into his open mouth and wrapped her arms and legs around him. He was about to slip his cock into her warm and waiting wetness when voices reached his ears again.
Swearing loudly, he crawled off her, ready to confront his damn valet and her maid all over again, but when the door opened, it was Roland and Archer who entered, hair still damp and completely dressed for the day.
“I told you not to leave him alone with her,” said Archer.
“I’m starving,” said Roland. “Let’s eat first. We have all day for that, and Chelsea must be tired and sore this morning. He winked at her,
and Denver turned around to watch a look of confusion and indecision spread across her face.
“If you two don’t mind,” said Denver, “we’re a bit busy here.”
“It’s my room,” said Roland.
Denver took her hand but she didn’t move off the bed. “Then we’ll go to mine. Have your breakfast. We’ll join you when we’re finished.”
“I don’t think so,” said Archer.
“Stop this.”
All three stared at Chelsea’s whispered plea.
“I’m serious.” She let go of Denver’s hand and crossed her arms over her breasts. “Last night was perfect. It was beautiful. Don’t ruin it by acting like jealous teenagers. I’m not a toy. I’m a person, just like each of you.”
Denver felt guilty, but he wasn’t sure Archer or Roland would react the same way. Chelsea crawled off the bed and crossed to the door through which Roland and Archer had entered. It led to the sitting room, and the servants must have been in there because she addressed someone.
“Would you please show me to my room? I’d like to shower.” She turned to face them as a wide-eyed Anne appeared in the doorway behind her. “I’ll join you three in the sitting room for breakfast shortly. And by the time I do, I expect you to have worked this out.”
As soon as she left with Anne, Denver laughed until his sides ached, but it was more of a reaction to the looks of incredulity on Roland’s and Archer’s faces than to Chelsea’s scolding them. This girl was a firecracker, and he loved that about her. He’d even forgive her for leaving him hard and unfulfilled this morning. The verbal lashing she’d just given his two best friends was worth it.
Chapter Seven
“We can’t let her get away with that,” said Archer.
Denver put his hands up. “All right, all right. I agree. But you have to admit it was priceless.”
“Priceless or not,” said Roland, “she is right. We need to figure out how this is going to work.”
Denver shook his head, still laughing. “You two talk it over. I’m going to find my new room and then take a shower.”
