Of course as the car rolled to a stop, she blinked open her eyes in time to realize that the men lived in one of that largest, most elite apartment buildings in Houston.
She swallowed hard as Jax parked the car and she pulled her hand away and clutched the jacket.
Jameson opened her door and escorted her out of the underground parking area, set aside for penthouse-suite residents. At least that was what the sign indicated both before the entryway and now that they were inside.
She should have figured as much.
They were still silent, but now Jameson took her hand and gave it a squeeze.
“Are you cold, baby?” he asked in a low, sexy tone. How could four simple words send sexual fire against her chest and straight into her pussy? She nodded, and he pulled her closer against his side. Her clit actually throbbed. Was that even possible? She had never been this in tune to her body before and especially her sexual organ. With every step, her pussy swelled as the friction between her thighs even aroused her oversensitive body. She felt her insecurities begin to overwhelm her. But what were the choices now, if not this? She could make them bring her home, to her place? That thought made her feel so insignificant and so out of their league. Two men with such charisma, wealth, and power would find her choice of dwelling a turn-off. Not that it was her choice, but it was where she lived. Freda knew, and Benny and Alvin, and they didn’t treat her any differently. They entered the private elevator.
She almost felt like crying. How had her life taken such a turn for worse instead of better? She had been struggling for years to achieve her degree and it was just a damn bachelors degree. It wasn’t like med school or a doctorate for crying out loud.
She wiped her eyes before the tear could fall. A glance at Jax and he still had that determined, CEO kind of expression. He was in charge. He had a plan. And then he pressed a key into a special area on the elevator panel. A few seconds later, the doors opened right into an elaborate entryway and formal living room.
“Please, come in and welcome to our home,” Jameson said as he led her in. Jax pulled the key from the panel and then the doors closed. He tossed those keys into a hunter-green marble bowl on top of a marble side table. She stood in complete awe. The place was ginormous. She wouldn’t even be able to pay for the bowl he tossed his keys into. Her shoulders slumped, and she clutched the tux tighter.
“This is where you live?” she asked, as her heels clicked on the marble flooring and Jameson led her further into the room. Thank God she wore the designer dress. At least in the clothing she felt closer to their level. Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Sparks.
Jax disappeared a moment as Jameson showed her around. These men were rich. They were wealthier than she imagined. She realized as she passed the modern kitchen, filled with stainless steel appliances and other appliances and contraptions, she had no idea what they were. But she did know that the kitchen was bigger than her entire apartment. That was another dose of reality.
He led her to another room as they passed the Houston skyline and windows that stretched from floor to practically ceiling. They were high up, and the view at night was gorgeous.
He stopped at another room where the view continued to take her breath away. Jax was there. He was fixing snifters of brandy and he downed one rather quickly. She paused where she was, concerned that he might get drunk or something.
“Jax?” she whispered, and he gripped the bar as if in deep thought.
Jameson began to take the jacket off of her shoulders. She was glad that the dress wasn’t ripped up top and only below.
“I need a moment, Mariana.”
She felt Jameson’s hands on her shoulders as he caressed her arms. She tried to look around the room, and then she spotted it. The painting from the gallery. Jack Vettriano’s Lovers and Other Strangers. She swallowed hard.
Jax followed her line of sight. She absorbed the structure of his face, the determined, muscular image he portrayed right now as he removed his tuxedo jacket. Dressed in all black, it made him appear mysterious, provocative and damn sexy. Every bit of her body was in tune to him as well as Jameson.
“I told you, it was one of my favorites,” Jax whispered, holding her gaze.
Jameson caressed a hand down her waist, across her hip, then to her belly. She closed her eyes and absorbed the feel of him and his actions like that in the painting. If she wanted them, she could have them. She could live for tonight, in this moment, and worry about reality tomorrow. This could be a fantasy come true. As a lover of art and the emotion it inspired, she felt herself ease into Jameson’s touch and await their guidance. Thoughts that these two fine men did things like this often only flashed into her mind. What did she have to offer them? Her body, perhaps her soul, because of the weak-minded fool she was? Why waste time and concern over the unknown when the present actions took precedence over all other thoughts?
She felt Jameson’s lips against the back of her neck. Tiny goose bumps scattered underneath her skin as her arms fell to her sides, a sure sign of her compliance and acceptance. His large, thick hand was pressed against her belly, and he used the knuckles of his other hand to glide up and down her back, against the fabric of the dress.
“You are so beautiful, Mariana. I’ve never been this attracted to a woman before. You make me want things,” he whispered then moved those kisses along her shoulder. His whiskers tickled her skin and burned her flesh. That stinging lit a spark of some sort, and all she could do was focus on her rapid breathing and Jameson’s. Then she sensed Jax directly in front of her. She inhaled deeply. His cologne filled her senses along with his masculinity. He was built well and solid. Even with eyes closed she could sense it.
She opened her eyes, could feel how glazed over they were. He appeared even larger in this enclosed space. Her nipples hardened to tiny buds, and she inhaled a shaky breath.
“Stay here with us tonight. Let us make love to you, Mariana. We need you desperately,” Jameson said as he began to lower the zipper on the back of her dress.
Immediately the material fell from her body, pooled to the floor, and Jax’s eyes widened then darkened. She wore a strapless bra and very skimpy thin thong panties with garters. The dress was very fitted and she didn’t want panty lines to show.
Jax licked his lips.
“Gorgeous.”
“Perfect,” Jameson said as Jax’s hand caressed over her ass then back toward the front of her body.
Jax stepped closer, cupped her face gently between his hands as he stared down into her eyes.
“Tonight you’re ours. Don’t think about tomorrow or anything that occurred earlier. Let us love you, Mariana.”
Her heart soared with excitement and desire. She was utterly turned on, and when Jax’s lips touched her own, she couldn’t resist touching him back.
She clung to him as he devoured her moans and explored her mouth. She felt Jameson’s hand move down her body pressing the panties out of the way then finding her clit.
She jerked, and Jax kissed her harder while Jameson pressed deeper. He parted her pussy lips with thumb and finger then pressed upward. She parted her thighs, and lifted one leg slowly up against Jax’s thigh to give Jameson better access to her body. She was on fire.
* * * *
Jax felt like some wild animal desperate to mate. Mariana was incredible. Her skin soft and her body firm. The undergarments she wore barely covered the parts he wanted to claim next. He pulled slowly from her lips and breathed heavily against her mouth. She panted in sync.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked, and her eyes widened as she shook her head.
Jameson kissed along her neck as he continued to stroke Mariana’s pussy.
“We’ll take care of everything,” Jameson whispered.
Jax began to remove his clothing as he kept his eyes locked with Mariana’s.
“Hold on to the arms of that recliner and bend over,” Jameson ordered, and she did.
Jax watched in admiration as her mi
lky thighs parted, black garters and all, and she bent over with her beautiful ass pointed at Jameson.
His brother smiled as he caressed the globes then reached under to stroke her cunt.
Her lips parted, her head hung low, and her hands gripped the arms of the chair.
“That’s it, baby, just like that,” Jax whispered, removing all his clothes.
“She’s so wet for us, Jax. Our woman wants to make love,” Jameson said as he stroked his fingers in and out of her pussy from behind.
“Is that right, baby? Do you want us tonight?” Jax asked as he gently pushed the strands of hair from her face, making her turn toward him. His heart pounded at the sight of her expression. Sexuality, innocence, desire all ready for him to take. She licked her lips, and his cock hardened and tapped against his belly.
“You got my cock nice and hard, Mariana. I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
“Yes, oh please, Jax, I feel so—”
Jameson increased the speed of his finger thrusts, making her lose her breath as the first orgasm hit her.
“Let it go. Just feel it and release it. We want all your orgasms tonight,” Jameson said, and she moaned then thrust her ass back against Jameson.
Jax couldn’t resist touching her as he ran the palm of his hand across her ass and squeezed.
He whispered next to her ear.
“I’m going to fuck your pussy so hard, baby, while Jameson fucks this beautiful round ass.”
“Oh!” Mariana moaned louder, and he could feel her body shaking.
“Let’s do it, Jax. I won’t be able to hold off.”
“I hear you.”
Jax immediately ripped open the foil and placed the condom on. He kissed Mariana then maneuvered into the recliner.
Jameson pulled his fingers from her pussy and she gasped as she immediately grabbed onto Jax’s shoulders.
“Get rid of the bra. I want to see what belongs to me.”
Jameson unclipped it and pulled it from her body. Her breasts were big and more than a handful. He cupped them with both hands as she tilted her head back. Over her shoulder, Jax could see Jameson undressing.
“You ready for us, baby?”
He pulled her toward him and sucked on her breasts, nipping the nipple before swirling his tongue around the areola. As she panted and thrust her pussy over his cock, he licked the other breast, getting her ready for him.
“I want in now.”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Then do it. Take my cock into your hands and claim me, woman,” he stated firmly, and he saw the flash of excitement and shock in her eyes. His cock jerked.
As Mariana’s fingers touched his penis, he squeezed her breasts.
“Faster, baby, I want to be inside of you when I come.”
She lowered herself onto his cock and slowly sank down on him. But he couldn’t take it. She was so fucking tight.
“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me.”
“Let me help,” Jameson said as he pressed her shoulders gently downward then parted her ass cheeks. She sank fully onto Jax’s cock, and they both moaned.
“Fucking beautiful,” Jameson whispered.
Jax grabbed hold of her hips and began to thrust upward, helping her to move. She moaned and whimpered, making him hungrier and even more aroused.
“Those fucking sweet sounds she makes. I love it.” He shoved upward, and then she began to join him. She was moving her hips, stroking his cock relentlessly.
“Slow down, baby, Jameson is joining us,” he said, and she paused a moment and he knew she needed guidance.
“Ever have a cock in your ass, sugar?” Jameson asked, and she froze and her body tightened.
“I think not, Jameson. Go slowly,” Jax said.
“Of course. Trust me, Mariana. I won’t hurt you and I promise that this is going to feel so good. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.” He kissed along her neck, and she reached up and touched his cheek. Jameson kissed her palm then pulled her finger into his mouth and sucked the digit.
Her expressions were priceless. Jax thought she was too good to be real. She was innocent, sexy, and all woman.
“Relax, and ride Jax while I get this sexy ass ready for me.”
She did as Jameson said and she lifted up and down onto Jax’s cock. Jax held her hips until Jameson indicated that he was getting the lube and preparing to insert it.
Jax wrapped his arms around her and held her to his chest.
“Oh God. Oh,” she moaned as Jameson worked the lube into her ass.
“Such a pretty, tight, pink hole. Your ass is sucking in my fingers, baby.”
Her body shook as she lifted then thrust backward against Jameson’s fingers and onto Jax’s cock.
“Oh yeah. A natural. Come on, Jameson. Lets claim what’s ours,” Jax whispered then held her tight.
* * * *
Jameson felt harder than a steel rod. He knew he wasn’t going to last long at all. Mariana was too damn sexy and appealing. From her beautiful hazel eyes, to her sexy curvy body, she was everything he ever wanted in a woman. Her ass was perfect, too, and as he eased his cock slowly through the tight rings, he heard her whimpers and moans and couldn’t take it.
“Baby, I wish you could see this. You’re pulling my cock in deeper and deeper. Tell me how badly you want me in your ass. Please, baby.”
“Move, oh God, it burns and I feel full and, oh!” She moaned, and he felt her body release another orgasm and ease up enough for him to shove inward. He grabbed hold of her hips and slowly thrust in and out of her ass.
“That’s it, baby, so beautiful,” Jax whispered as he cupped her cheeks and stared into her eyes.
“You’re ours, Mariana. All ours,” Jameson said and then he and Jax began to thrust in and out of her in sync.
“I can’t hold back. Too fucking tight,” Jameson said then thrust hard into her.
She screamed then pushed downward onto Jax’s cock, and he exploded next as he latched his mouth onto her breast. She thrust again and again trying to find her release and then exploded as she moaned and swayed.
“Oh damn, Mariana, that was amazing,” Jax told her, and then held her tightly against his chest.
Jameson caressed her back, massaging her skin as he laid kisses along her shoulder.
“I’m going to pull out nice and slowly, baby. You’re so amazing,” he said then gently pulled from her ass.
He walked away to grab a washcloth, and when he returned, Mariana and Jax were still embraced, his cock still deep within her. He smiled wide. This was what they dreamed about for years. This was what locked them together now forever.
“I’ll wash you up, love,” Jameson said, and Jax slowly lifted her up then turned her around to face Jameson. The sight of her large round breasts and blotchy fair skin aroused him all over again. Jax spread her thighs, and she tried to pull them together.
“Don’t. This is ours,” he said as he trailed his finger slowly down her pussy then lower. She gasped and tightened up.
“You are ours, and we’re going to take care of you.” Jameson reached down and began to clean her and then picked her up into his arms to carry her to their bed.
* * * *
Mariana didn’t know how she was still breathing, never mind lusting over Jameson and Jax. Their bodies were perfection. Jax had laid her down onto a very large bed. King-size, with a thick, soft white comforter. She could sleep for hours in such a bed. That thought made her chest tighten. This wasn’t anything more than lust. The three of them were so sexually charged that having sex was bound to happen. So why was she feeling sad and rejected at the thought of giving so much to two strangers and getting nothing but her lonely life in return? Was it regrets? Was she latching on to something that wasn’t there?
Shit, Mariana. Why hadn’t you thought this through before you let them both take you? Oh Lord, I had sex with two men. I had anal sex! Oh God, what have I done?
“You’re not leaving, so get
any crazy ideas you have out of your head,” Jameson stated firmly. She swallowed hard as she lay on her side and tried covering her breasts. What did it matter with her ass sticking out as Jax joined them on the bed?
She stared up at Jameson and the scowl on his face. His cock was thick and big even in sleeping stage. She noticed the faded scar along his waist and the dips and curves of his body to his chest muscles.
He reached over and cupped her chin with thumb and pointer. “We should ice this some more.” His voice sounded hard.
“I have some right here,” Jax said, making her turn quickly toward him.
“Oh God,” she said aloud, and Jax smirked as he climbed onto the bed, wearing only a pair of boxers. He was exquisite. With large wide shoulders, long, solid, muscular arms, and a trim waist. Even his legs were muscular.
Jameson rolled her to her back, Jax placed the ice against her cheek, and she tried to roll over to cover her breasts and pussy, but both men stopped her.
“No need to be shy. You’re going to be spending a lot of time naked and in this bed. Get used to it,” Jax remarked, and she felt her cheeks warm and a mix of emotions fill her. He was bossy and demanding. He got what he wanted when he wanted it. She should run for her life, but foolish her was turned on by his tone and of course his incredible body. I’m an idiot.
“We’re going to be spending a lot of time together,” Jax said then gently caressed his hand over her belly. She tensed up as she stared into his eyes.
“Don’t talk like that. I get what this is. I accepted it. Please don’t sugarcoat it.”
Jax lifted the ice from her cheek.
“Sugarcoat it?” he repeated, and she nodded her head.
Jameson climbed between her thighs and knelt above her. She stared up into his dark-blue eyes and wondered what he was going to do or demand.
“Why didn’t you press the panic button earlier?”
She was not expecting that question, and as she lowered her eyes and began to turn away Jax raised his voice.
“Answer him.”
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