She had a second to wonder when he’d put the condom on, and then every coherent thought shattered. There was only this—raw sex, giving, taking, and striving. April sucked, and she bounced her hips until Marc held her still.
Jeremy’s cock felt good in her mouth. Her tongue stroked his shaft, and she worked her throat, swallowing his precum as he gave it to her. She moved her hand from his shaft to his balls. Cupping then squeezing them gently, she used her fingers to caress, to tease, to encourage Jeremy to come.
Both men’s hands held her captive, and both men’s cocks began to plunder her in earnest. She used every bit of will she possessed to surrender, to relax her muscles so they could use her how they would. Her mouth formed a solid but yielding “O” around Jeremy’s cock while her hips submitted to the mastery of Marc’s.
Her arousal morphed into a feral beast with its own will, its own life, and its own need to climb and claw higher and higher still. Her clit shivered, and her G-spot quivered as everything inside her gathered, rose, and stretched.
Jeremy’s shout accompanied the first shot of cum into her throat, and April swallowed and drank—and exploded into orgasm as Marc pinched her clit, as he began to spew hot jism into the condom that was buried deep inside her.
April came and came, the pleasure so fierce it stole the strength from her knees, setting off fireworks behind her closed eyelids and changing her—changing her forever.
Chapter Eight
It wasn’t just that the ground moved. April could have sworn it and the rest of the world disappeared completely for at least five minutes.
She’d just had the best damn orgasm of her life, and the next thing she knew she was cradled on Jeremy’s lap with his arms snug around her as the truck bumped along to…somewhere.
They came to a stop, and through his chest, where her head rested, April heard Jeremy whistle. “A cottage, you said? Sure as hell doesn’t look like a cottage to me.”
That stirred her curiosity. “Where are we?”
“Ah, she speaks.” Marc leaned close and placed a kiss on April’s cheek. Then he delivered a quick one to Jeremy’s lips, too. “We’re at the cottage. It was available, so Jake said we could use it for a couple of days.”
“I didn’t bring any extra clothes,” April said.
“Neither did we,” Jeremy said.
“We won’t need them.” Marc opened the door to the truck then came around and opened Jeremy’s. “I’ll get the front door,” he said.
Jeremy managed to get out of the truck while keeping her feeling secure within his arms. “You’re stronger than you look.”
“I’m a man of many hidden talents, sweetheart.”
“Your talents were on display pretty nicely a few minutes ago.” April grinned at him. She might have conked out for a few moments after that tremendous orgasm, but she felt as if she’d just gotten her second wind.
“Brat.” Jeremy kissed her lips, just a light touch, then climbed the few steps up to the porch.
“She really is at heart, isn’t she?” Marc unlocked the door and pushed it open.
April had only caught a glimpse of the place before Marc had turned off the truck’s headlights. She’d been left with the impression of wood and stone covering a large and lavish country home right here out in the middle of nowhere.
Then they were inside the cottage, although April could agree with Jeremy. It wasn’t like any cottage she’d ever seen, either.
Marc had already lit a couple of lamps, quite bright ones for all that they were clearly battery lamps. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.” He stepped out another door in the kitchen.
“You can put me down, Jeremy.”
“I know I can. I just don’t want to.”
Within a couple of minutes, more lights came on. Marc returned a moment later.
“There, that’s better. The main generator is on. Apparently, the Town Trust completed some renovations very recently, twinning the previous generator with one that’s much more powerful. Though I still like the ambience of the battery lights.”
Jeremy finally set April on her feet. She stood on her toes and placed a kiss on his lips. “Thanks for the lift.” She looked around the kitchen and into the living room, connected thanks to a wide archway. Laminate floors, area rugs, wood and glass and marble in the kitchen. She was standing in a very ritzy-looking home. “Whose place is this?”
“Ours.” Marc looked at Jeremy and then met her gaze. She wasn’t certain where his uncharacteristic tension was coming from. He exhaled heavily. “All of ours. It belongs to the Town Trust. There are also other properties and entities elsewhere—Benedict Towers in Houston, The Kendall Plaza in Dallas. We’ve got homes and condos in most of the major cities on both coasts, and points in between, as well as vacation properties in the Caribbean, Canada, in London, Paris, Rome.” He shrugged. “The Town Trust is all of us, and all of us get to use whatever, on a first-come, first-serve basis. That includes the helicopter and the Lear jets.”
“Jets as in plural?” April didn’t mean to sound so strident in her question. Marc’s little smirk was already a tell she recognized. If he felt the least little bit threatened emotionally, his defenses came out through his irreverent humor. She let him see her widened eyes, hoping he understood it was surprise at the immensity of it all and not aversion at the root of her shock.
“Yeah, I sincerely hope neither of you hate really, really rich people because, lovers, you’re living among them.”
“I’m willing to overlook this one flaw in your otherwise perfect self,” April said. She met and held Marc’s gaze. Could he see how little financial wealth mattered to her?
“I’m with our woman on this one,” Jeremy said. “The rest of society may scoff, but we’ll stand with you against their slings and arrows of outrageous mockery. We don’t care if they treat us as pariahs, on your account. We’re with you, regardless.”
Marc exhaled. Perhaps it was their complete dead-pan delivery that got through to him the most. Now he looked a little embarrassed. “You try living like a Jessop for the first twenty-seven years of your life and then go out into the wider world and continue on as you always have and see what happens to you. Half the people you encounter want to use you to grease their own personal wheels, and the other half wants you to burn in hell because you must be one of those money-grubbing rich bastards just waiting to fuck everyone over.”
April stepped closer and ran her hand down Marc’s arm. “Money is simply a tool that provides options.” When she’d been little, she couldn’t recall having a clue about money. As she hit high school she understood that her folks had started out with little and built a good life for themselves and for her. That was the lesson they’d passed down—that she should and could build her own life and make her own way.
“So, what do you say, boyfriend?” Jeremy asked. “Do we get the nickel tour? One that ends in a bedroom?”
Marc grinned. He stepped close enough to put an arm around each of them. “I’ve never tried this before—never tried to build a solid relationship. I got used to keeping the real parts of me tucked away, and as I became more proficient in the business, I grew very skilful at hiding myself beneath whatever role I was called upon to assume.”
“I’ve become quite good at keeping people out, period,” April said.
“I think we all have that in common, to one degree or another.” Jeremy leaned forward and kissed Marc, a gentle kind of kiss. Then he gave April the same treat.
“That’s why I wanted us to be here for a couple of days,” Marc said. “So that we could get totally naked with each other in every way there was—and we could start to build this thing between us, based on complete honesty and transparency.”
“You have the best ideas,” April said. They were all on shaky ground, emotionally. The comfort in knowing that, in seeing they all knew and accepted that, was huge. None of them were in this alone. None of them were stepping out on blind faith, alone.
They were all on the s
ame page, in the same place, exactly. There was something between them they all felt, something almost indefinable. April had never believed that love, lasting love, had anything to do with hearts and flowers. It had to do with recognizing one’s self in another human being—or in this case, two.
“You do have the best ideas, Marc. So please, let’s have that tour—and some more of each other.”
April wondered if calling this beautiful place “the cottage” was an inside joke. As they toured the lower floor, complete with three good-sized bedrooms boasting king- to Lusty-sized beds, along with private adjoining bathrooms, a living room, a library/games room, a large eat-in kitchen and laundry facilities, it seemed to her to be more like one of those fancy vacation homes she knew some folks rented for their summer excursions in ritzy, gated communities. The furniture looked new, and the entire house stood both uninhabited and yet inviting at the same time. There were a couple of private seating areas on the ground floor as well, groupings of furniture close to windows, one in a large alcove, that gave the sense of spaciousness even beyond what the physical dimensions would suggest.
But the very best part of this “cottage” could be found upstairs. The entire upper floor appeared centered around the master bedroom—or perhaps more to the point, those who would occupy it. The bed was the same size as the largest one offered at the warehouse. That made sense because if this sanctuary was meant to be available to all, then it had to accommodate those families that were ménage-a-quatre.
The large attached bathroom at first appeared to be minus the requisite Jacuzzi—until Marc led them around a corner. The hot tub, again larger than usual, had a room all its own, along with a wall of windows as well as skylights. She knew these tubs were known as spa tubs. This room, as it had been set up, seemed like a spa, all on its own.
“The view is of fields and trees, the dips and fluctuations of land that’s not quite in the Texas Hill Country but heading there.
“I’ve been told that when spring arrives, the fields shimmer with the blue of bluebonnets, followed by the red and yellow of the Indian blankets. I’m hoping we’ll get to see them next year.” Marc walked over and checked the tub. “Jake was kind enough to send someone out here yesterday to get the place ready for us.” He looked at both April and Jeremy. “And because I said complete honesty, I’ll tell you the windows in this room are made of a special glass. Glass that allows us to see out—and no one to see in. Not even at night with the lights on.”
He came back to them and stroked each of them. April could feel the energy—excitement—vibrating through him. “I’d like us to shower then come in here and unwind. Then I want something very specific because I’ve been thinking about this moment for a very long time.”
“What do you want, Marc?” April asked.
“I want Jeremy to fuck you—while I fuck him.”
April wasn’t completely certain that Marc’s declaration just then hadn’t given her a little orgasm.
Jeremy grinned. “That sounds like a damn fine idea for the man who’s about to be the filling in this sandwich we’re going to make.”
April smiled. “I think so, too.”
“Why, Nancy Drew, I believe I just saw you shiver. Did you just come? Are you wet?” Marc’s question was accompanied by his hand stroking down her back.
She met his gaze and relished the heat and the desire she saw there. “Sopping.”
“I think I’ll just verify that.” Marc laid his hand on her hip and gathered her skirt with one hand. The other he laid on her bare belly and slid down to the juncture of her thighs. “Mmm hmm. Sopping is the right word. Let’s get those last three bits of clothing off you and get you wet on the outside, too, shall we?”
April loved everything about showering with Marc and Jeremy. The steam absorbed the scents of all three of them. The combined aroma of male sweat and essence and the scent of her own nectar intoxicated. Together, the three of them emitted a pheromone-laced perfume that made her so horny she didn’t know how she could continue to stand unaided.
Naked, wet, and soapy, she cuddled and stroked and cupped and squeezed the others, who were also naked, wet, and soapy. They attended to each other equally, and that suited her just fine.
“We’ll each take turns being the sex god or goddess with two bath attendants,” Marc said.
“That’s a kind of pampering I can get behind.” She believed with all her heart that both her men needed all the tenderness and pampering she could give them. And yes, there would likely be times when she was just as needy.
April’s knees buckled as one set of hands cupped and squeezed her breasts and the other played with her pussy and anus.
Jeremy chuckled. “I think we’re all damn triggered.”
“We are. Let’s rinse off and go mellow in the Jacuzzi.”
Marc hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he liked being in control. She would have wondered if it had something to do with being the youngest, except she understood that Robert, the oldest of the Jessop siblings, was an absolute control freak and about more than just intimacy. She’d also heard from Kat that the screenwriters she was married to had a fine way of writing hot, personal scenes for them all to play out.
Probably just has to do with being a Jessop, period.
She lowered herself into the tub and sighed. April totally, completely relaxed as the hot, vibrantly foamy water began to work on her stress, a stress she hadn’t even been aware of carrying.
“Close your eyes, baby. Nap, if you want to. I’ll keep you from drowning.” Marc took her hand, and here was the positive side of having a man with strong dominant tendencies as a lover. She knew with absolute certainty that she could indeed do just that—doze off right here in this deep spa tub—and she would be protected and cared for.
For a woman who’d spent all of her adult life relying only on herself, trusting only in herself, this was a colossal moment.
And how amazing that she was able to relax, to totally let go and hover in that wonderful plane of existence between slumber and awareness and know she was safe.
“Time for us to make love, Penny Lane.” The words whispered against her ear and wrapped in Marc’s hot breath brought her awake and within moments of an orgasm.
“Yes, please. I think we’ve all waited long enough.”
Chapter Nine
April shut down her thoughts and simply felt. Stroking and squeezing, undulating against questing fingers and hands, shivering with the sensation of hot, hard cocks sliding over her, on her, and then the two held close against her as they stroked each other, ignited a fierce passion.
Random sensations fluttered through her otherwise useless mind. In places their bodies felt similar, one to the other, and in others, different. I’ll learn to identify them while blindfolded in time. The thought shimmered away, and she shivered as her arousal soared. She gave herself completely to them and to the moment. Mouth open, she kissed and was kissed. Pliant, she rolled, caressing, using her tongue to lap and lave and love.
A mouth fastened on her pussy, and she cried out as she came, a fast drive-by kind of climax that elicited moans of appreciation and smug masculine chuckles.
She lay between them on the bed and submitted as they kissed and fondled and aroused her anew. Then they moved, and she and Marc had Jeremy between them. April gave in to her cravings and licked her way down Jeremy’s body, sucking and savoring the flavor of his flesh. And then, since it seemed to be a free-for-all orgy kind of event, she rolled so that Marc took his turn in the middle.
She surprized him when she nuzzled the base of his cock, inhaling his scent just there, and stole a tiny drop of his precum. The slap Marc laid on her bare ass with his more than talented hand drew a sound of tortured longing from her soul.
Marc’s gaze, when he used a firm hand in her hair to ensure she could see his eyes, blazed with hot longing and urgency. “You need to get tested,” he said.
“I did a couple month ago, as part of my annual in
surance coverage. I’m clean. And I’m also protected, conception-wise.”
“You are fucking perfect.” He laid a fast and hard kiss on her mouth. “Condoms only for anal, then. We’re clean, too.”
“Yes, perfect.” She’d never had sex without that bit of latex. Marc had used that thin barrier earlier because they hadn’t spoken about it. It’s right that the first men I’ll have naked inside me are these two men. It’s not only right, it’s perfect.
Perfect proved the word of the night. Somehow, they got her between them again. They knew how to touch her, how to send her high, and then higher still. April burned with a need to feel Jeremy’s cock inside her cunt. She didn’t know any other way except to do her damnedest to try and wrench control, to make that happen. Always before, she’d done that. Of course, always before, she’d needed to.
Not this time. Jeremy proved himself a perfect lover for her when he took control. It was a shock because he’d been so tender, so…beta. But he held both her hands with one of his own, used his legs to spread hers. And meeting her gaze, holding it, he aligned his cock with her very wet and eager slit and plunged.
“Yes! Oh, Jeremy!” She wound her legs around him, returning thrust for thrust. Hands took hold of her ankles, unlocked them, and placed her feet flat on the bed—a position that spread her even wider and settled her lover even deeper inside her.
“Keep them there, woman.”
Marc’s Dom voice turns me on like nothing ever has.
She opened her eyes and watched as Marc slid a condom on. Shivered as he spread lube over it and then, she guessed by the way he reached forward, Jeremy’s anus. She couldn’t see where he was touching their man, but those shivers and the way Jeremy’s cock twitched inside her told its own tale. And she knew she likely shivered because Jeremy did, as well.
Then Marc, on his knees, moved in closer, angling himself for what he wanted.
April could swear she felt his hard, sharp entry into their lover’s ass.
Jeremy’s moan came from his soul and brimmed with untold pleasure. Marc combed his fingers through Jeremy’s hair, tugging. She saw the white of his knuckles, and her nipples peaked. He gave Jeremy two solid thrusts, and her cunt gushed.
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