They’d both been sneaky, telling her she didn’t have to worry about their sexual demands the way they had. She’d bet they’d intended all along to take her once the witching hour had come.
Her experience had always been that once a man’s cock hardened, it ruled, and he took what he wanted, when he wanted it. So the very fact that this extremely virile man could stop from seeking his own pleasure and not only turn playful but then ask permission to continue opened up whole new dimensions for her.
Jillian believed without a doubt that if she said stop, he would stop. Even so, she tested that theory now, just because she could.
“And if I say no?”
“I’ll be disappointed. In case you haven’t realized it, Jillian, I want you.” He flexed his cock again. “But no means no, so I’ll respect that and go jerk off in the bathroom.”
“Now that would be a shame, and a waste of a good, hard erection.” Jillian shocked herself with her honesty, but she simply couldn’t play games, not about this. Neither could she resist the urge to squeeze him again. She thought about their conversation for a moment longer. She’d never been a woman to be so bold as to demand sexual favors, but something about being naked with these two men brought out the sexual adventuress in her. “Although, maybe that’s something I would like to see someday.”
“Mmm. Someday. Not now?”
“No. Right now, I very much want and need you to fuck me senseless.” She turned her head to the left and encountered David’s attentive gaze. “Don’t you go anywhere, doc. You’re next.”
David grinned. “Remind us to discuss with you the concept of topping from the bottom.”
Jillian thought she might have a clue what he meant by that. She’d have been happy to discuss the concept now, except her entire body quivered with anticipation for the experience just waiting there for her on her personal horizon.
And then Robert flexed his cock inside her again. He’d done it twice, teasing. This time she instinctively sensed the command in the gesture.
She turned her gaze away from his brother and met the heat in his obsidian eyes. She gave him her full attention.
“That’s right, little one. Focus on me, and don’t close your eyes.”
Robert pulled almost all the way out of her body, and then surged into her pussy again. Then, with a pace that felt slow, strong, and deliberate, he began to move inside her. His hard, wide cock rubbed heat and lust along the walls of her vagina. The friction of his fucking certainly began to smolder the raw kindling of her passion. She now understood her passion had waited years for this man and his brother to unlock it from its prison and set it free, light it ablaze.
Legs splayed wide, feeling completely open and totally under his control, Jillian savored the experience of being fucked by a man who had the equipment, and the mind-set, to do the job right. She ran her hands across his chest, then along his sides, and then around to his back. She thrilled to the feel of his muscles rippling beneath her hands as he moved in her, and the sheen of perspiration coating his flesh from his obvious effort to hold himself back.
Unseen but sensed was the raw power and formidable control coiled at the very core of this man’s soul. The latter harnessed the former and called to her feral woman, a siren song to arouse and tease, to offer temptation.
What would it be like, she wondered, to make him lose that control?
“Jillian.”
Oh, yes, Robert Jessop was all about control. But she didn’t think there was anything particularly egocentric in that trait. She knew, she just knew, he was simply made that way.
“Robert.”
His right eyebrow went up, as if he challenged her right to meet him on equal ground. “Do I need to spank you to get your attention?”
“You have my attention. That is your cock inside me, isn’t it?”
“Minx. I knew you were going to be a handful. Topping from the bottom, indeed.”
Jillian’s smile bloomed, and she thought it felt especially sexy. Topping from the bottom. Ah yes, she felt pretty certain she knew what that meant without having to have anyone explain it to her.
She suspected the practice was going to get her in a great deal of trouble, because she had no plans to curb the tendency in the foreseeable future. She didn’t have to think long or hard about what kind of trouble that would be, either. Robert had already mentioned a spanking. She held back the tiny grin that wanted to bloom all over her face. Just that one word, rumbled in his deep, sexy voice, had caused a lightning bolt of horniness to crackle all through her body.
She could hardly wait.
“I see I’m going to have to try harder to temporarily short-circuit your wonderfully agile and extremely talented brain.”
He didn’t give her a moment to even think of a response. He slid his left hand beneath her bottom, and pulled her closer, holding her hips close to him. Then he laid his lips on hers and plundered.
His flavor exploded on her tongue, better than chocolate, and Jillian gorged herself on him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and pistoned her hips to meet his thrusts, even as her tongue slid and danced with his.
Her heart pounded a heavy rhythm as arousal heated and curled within her. Every sense came alive with the seduction of the moment.
He broke their kiss, his glittering gaze meeting and holding hers. Robert wasn’t a silent lover, and Jillian reveled in the sounds he made—grunts, hisses, and mmms—as he moved inside her. The scent of him grew more potent as he moved, as he seemed to work so hard at reining himself in. He trembled, and that alone thrilled her.
Thoroughly seduced, totally horny, with a soul-deep excitement eddying inside her, she consciously surrendered. Sliding her arms around his neck, she anchored herself to him even more firmly as she undulated her hips, using her muscles to counter each of his powerful thrusts, striving to give him as much as she could. In giving, she found a wealth of pleasure for herself.
“Oh, yes.” Her clit brushed against his groin, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure through her very core.
“Vixen. You’re not in control here. I see I’m going to have to tie you down so you’ll have no choice but to simply take what you’re given.”
Had he meant the suggestion as a warning of a punishment against bad behavior? She wondered at her complete lack of a sense of self-preservation even as she said, “Oh, yes, please.”
His eyes widened, and his nostrils flared. She thought it was even possible that his cock had swelled to a larger size than it already was. “God, woman, you push me to the very edge of my control.”
“You can let go of that edge, you know. I won’t break, I promise you.”
“No? Then you won’t object if I spank you later for trying to push me too far, now.”
Jillian didn’t use words to reply. Instead, she lifted her hips, pushing her clit against his groin, daring to rub that tiny nub against him in an effort to precipitate her own climax—and if she was being perfectly honest with herself, her own punishment.
Robert grunted, and withdrew from her completely, going to his knees on the large bed.
Had she pissed him off, then? She hadn’t thought he’d be the kind of man to play ego games in the throes of passion, but what did she know about him, really?
In the next instant, Robert edged backward toward the foot of the bed, and then pulled her to him.
He thrust his cock back into her pussy, but instead of taking up his focused, controlled rhythm, he held himself still within her. “She needs something in her mouth, I think,” he said.
“I’ve got just the thing right here.” David also moved, making his way up to the head of the bed.
Jillian realized what he meant to do and couldn’t help but lick her lips in anticipation. The thought of having his cock in her mouth got her hot. She had no time at all to wonder about the very real fact that she wanted to suck David Jessop’s cock, when she’d never desired to do that, not once in her entire life before.
Hell,
I want to suck Robert’s, too. Oh, God, I really do want it all!
She inhaled deeply, his cock and scrotum so close to her face she knew it was his elemental scent she’d always somehow craved and now felt free to binge upon. Then she felt the heat of his engorged penis as he took himself in hand and brought that cock closer to her. He brushed the soft-hot flesh against her lips.
“Open, Jillian. Take my cock into your mouth and suck me off.”
It seemed the most natural thing in the world to do as he commanded. She opened her mouth, but then used her tongue to touch and to taste and yes, to tease. His cock felt hot, and the tiny drop of pre-cum that glistened on the end of it enticed her. She swirled her tongue over the tiny slit, and slurped that drop into her mouth. Salty and savory, the pungent taste intrigued her. She wanted more.
“Don’t tease him, woman. Suck his cock, and do a good job of it or I won’t let you come.”
Not being allowed to come was a real punishment, and not one she particularly wanted to experience.
Jillian licked her lips and opened her mouth wider, not at all surprised when David shoved his hips forward, pushing his cock past her moistened lips. The sensation of cock-in-mouth aroused her and excited her. Unlike anything she’d ever imagined, the combination of scent and taste and the feel of that hot satin-over-steel flesh filling her mouth merged to satisfy a need she hadn’t even known she had.
“Keep your lips as loose as you can, Jillian, and play your tongue up and down my shaft as I move my cock in and out of your mouth.”
His cock was so big she had to work at relaxing her throat muscles, at leaving her lips lax so he could move his cock in and out of her mouth at will. Jillian moaned. The pleasure of servicing David Jessop in this way was an unexpected joy.
She wasn’t actually sucking him off so much as he was fucking her mouth. She had both of their cocks inside her. For the first time in her life, and despite the fact both men dominated her, she felt powerful as a woman.
“That’s right, little sub, do it just like that,” Robert began to move his cock in and out of her pussy.
“Sweetheart, you’ve got a great mouth.” David reached down and combed his fingers through her hair.
Jillian met his gaze. His eyes glittered, and his breathing hitched. Wanting to please him—needing to please them both—she kept her tongue sliding along David’s shaft at the same time she held her hips still, resisting the urge to counter Robert’s thrusts with movements of her own.
“Good girl. That’s what we want you to do, just take what we give you.” Robert’s pleased tone stroked her emotions as surely as his cock stroked the inside of her cunt.
David tightened his grip on her head, the slide of his cock in and out of her mouth speeding, deepening. She swallowed, relishing the taste of him and trying to ease his way. The deeper his cock surged, the more difficult it was for her. She had to calm herself, relax her throat muscles to resist the urge to push his cock out.
“Will you drink me, sweetheart?”
She may have imagined the hope in his tone, or it could very well be that he truly longed for her to do just that. Either way, she wanted to try this, wanted to taste his cum. Instead of using words, she answered him with actions. She began to suck, tiny little draws that she timed with his thrusts. He closed his eyes, and groaned, and even shook a little, so she guessed he liked what she was doing to him.
“Mmm, he looks like I feel,” Robert said. “Let’s see if we can all come together.” He reached down and found her clit and began to rub it with his fingers in sync with his thrusts into her cunt.
Jillian moaned around David’s cock, the hot, swirling passion after so many years of existing in a sexual desert so enormous, she didn’t know how much longer she could contain it. Shivers and quivers and the pure, jittery excitement of every childhood Christmas morning filled her to overflowing. The scent of sex and the sound of deep, churning arousal fed every secret yearning she’d always been afraid to acknowledge, even to herself.
Jillian’s orgasm erupted, hot and pure and cosmic. As the waves of ecstasy enveloped her, David shouted his completion. Hot, pungent cream hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed every pulsing drop. Above her, more restrained, Robert held himself deep, eyes closed, his facial expression locked in a strained, almost tortured pose. He held his cock deep inside her. She felt it pulse, and the heated cum from his body filled the pouch at the end of the condom. That combination, the heat of him and the power of him, pushed her over the edge again, and Jillian let herself be swept away on renewed waves of the purest, most perfect bliss.
Chapter 8
Jillian Gillespie could so easily rip the heart right out of me.
Robert kept his gaze on the woman sound asleep in the bed between him and his brother. He and David had shared before, and they’d each enjoyed the comforts of a woman individually. But what they’d enjoyed all through the night eclipsed every notion he’d ever had about making love.
Jillian affected him like no other. She reached right down and touched the very heart of him. Until her, until now, he hadn’t really believed such a thing could be possible.
The reality of her, of them together, staggered him. He figured he was potentially looking at incredible joy, or unimagined heartache—and it was way too early to say which of the two it would be in the end.
Robert didn’t like the feeling of not knowing the outcome of this new turn his life had taken.
I really don’t like not being in control.
He recognized the beginning signs of stress roiling through him. He’d come to recognize this kind of anxiety as a very real demon within him. Always a part of him for as long as he could remember, it had evolved into something that in the last few years had threatened his very sanity. Amazingly, only one person in his life—other than his twin brother, David—had ever seen the evidence of it and understood the challenges he faced, just living each day.
You can’t control the world, Robert. You’re not God. You can’t save everyone. So focus first on controlling yourself. Save yourself before you try to save others.
Jordan Fitzpatrick’s words of nearly three years before echoed in his mind. Robert inhaled deeply, and then relaxed. A quick look at the bedside clock showed him he’d awakened too early to arouse his bedmates. Four a.m. could be a good time, however, to practice those tenets he’d mastered with Jordan’s help.
Robert rolled silently from the bed. His feet made no sound as he padded across the wood floor. Comfortable in his nakedness, he left the master suite, intent on the other large room on the second floor of his home, the room they were converting into their own private playroom.
We’ll have to make this a priority, now that we have Jillian.
Until now, the playroom had been a sometime project. So far, they’d painted the walls and ceilings and put down some new flooring. At the moment, the room held only a paddling bench—something they’d brought back with them from up north—and a few toys they’d picked up at the Lyon’s Den on Saturday night.
Robert didn’t bother to turn on the light, and stood facing the one window in the room. In the morning sun, the newly replaced glass would sparkle, unless they closed the shutters they’d installed on the inside. Once those shutters were closed, the room would seem more like a dungeon than the simple bedroom it had originally been intended to be.
For right now he left those shutters open. They’d cracked the window a couple of inches just after they’d finished renovating the room. The world outside stood in darkness, night not yet giving over to day. A cool breeze wafted in, and Robert inhaled deeply of the fresh air.
He stood in the center of the room and directed his focus inward, using his will to silence the chattering of his thoughts. Within him, the worries and musings ceased, as he brought his mind into submission to his will.
Robert filled his lungs deeply, and then exhaled. He brought his hands together palms pressed flat, his cleansing breath and bow a matter of ritual, and
of discipline. Then he began to practice his solo form of tai chi, the routine familiar, comfortable, and a part of him.
Spine straight, breathing from his abdomen, he executed his moves slowly, precisely, his focus purely on his body. This familiar routine incorporated a complete range of motion where his center of gravity became the core of him. In the here and now, only this existed, and Robert submerged himself, melding body, heart, mind and soul.
As his muscles performed, his mind calmed, and his soul eased. Stress evaporated, leaving him refreshed, rejuvenated, and most importantly, at peace.
All of his attention directed inward, his physical surroundings ceased to matter. Here was heaven. Here was bliss.
Eventually reality returned. Dawn barely shimmered outside the window, thinning the darkness, illuminating the room. Later, the sun would paint a warm sunspot on the floor. Robert blinked, and judged that he had time yet before he had to awaken the others.
He ended his routine as he’d begun. The press of hands, the bow, and the deep, cleansing breath all felt more relaxed than they had just an hour or so before.
Not yet heated by Sol, the breeze that came through the window remained cool. The air licked at his flesh as if drinking the sweat he wore.
Shower, Jillian, and coffee, in that order. He would shower first, for a very specific reason. He looked forward to wearing the scent of his woman on his skin for the rest of the day.
Robert sought out his own bedroom and the private bathroom there, intending only a quick, hot shower. It occurred to him, as he let the water pound down on him, that his need to escape into the meditative state he found in tai chi really was similar to the need Jillian had to escape into the place she found through pain. Subs had sub-space. Doms had top-space.
Doms and subs aren’t all that different, really. You could think of it as the ultimate codependent relationship.
Until this moment he couldn’t say that he’d ever agreed with Jordan. Now, of course, everything was different. And while he’d honed his skills at Reckless Abandon, while he’d enacted several private scenes, he had never acquired a sub of his own. It had never been his plan to live the lifestyle twenty-four seven. And while he’d shared the subs of other Doms, one thing he knew already, without a single doubt. He’d share his woman with no one but his brother.
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