The minute she entered the master bedroom, Jesse held out his arms and she walked into them, putting her own arms around his waist and mashing her face against his broad chest. “We like your friends, sugar.” He dropped a kiss on the top of her head.
“They like you, too. Do you have to go in to work tomorrow?”
“Yes. Adam will escort you ladies to your day at the spa. Just think of him as your designated driver.”
“Okay. And since we’ll be drinking copious amounts of champagne all day, just think of us as the designated drunks.”
Jesse grinned. “If the shoe fits…Just call him when you’re ready to leave.”
“So, what, he’s just going to hang around all day waiting for us to finish?”
“He’ll be where he’s needed,” was Jesse’s cryptic response.
“So what are the two of you going to do tomorrow night when we girls are out having dinner at Aldo’s? You’re not going to stand around our table like badass, macho, commando goons, with your arms crossed over your chests, glaring at everyone who walks by, are you,?”
“You left out sexy again.”
“Are you?”
“Of course not,” he said, affronted by the very suggestion.
“Well, that’s a relief.”
“We never glare.”
Her mouth flew open in astonishment. “Liar! You glare all the ti—you’re glaring right now!”
“Besides,” he pointed out reasonably, “If we crossed our arms, we wouldn’t be able to get to our assault rifles fast enough to shoot anybody.”
“Jesse!”
As he and Adam nearly busted a gut laughing, she slapped at his chest, which was about as effective as a mosquito slapping an elephant.
“Relax, sweet pea,” Adam, still laughing, stepped up behind her and put his arms around her waist, holding her tightly while Jesse stepped out of reach of her wind-milling arms. “You’ll never even know we’re there.”
“Promise?” she demanded, relaxing only slightly.
“Promise. Tomorrow belongs to you and your friends. We’ll take you to the spa, to the restaurant, and anyplace else you want to go, but all the rest of the time, we’ll be invisible.”
“Invisible, huh?” She bit her lip, considering. “I guess we can live with that,” she finally said, only slightly mollified. God, I wish Ryder Malone would just hurry up and do whatever it is he’s going to do, so we can arrest him and send him back to prison. I hate being under constant guard like this.
Jesse returned to stand in front of her. “Invisible,” he repeated, curling his index finger under her chin to keep her gaze on him. “Not gone. You may not see us, but, trust me, sugar, we will never lose sight of you.”
Trying to feel irritated, but instead feeling only…protected, she nodded. “Okay.”
“C’mon, baby, let’s go to bed.” Both men released her, but neither moved away. Instead, they stood, watching as she removed her clothes, tossing them sideways to the leather chair in front of the bedroom fireplace, which was slightly smaller than the one downstairs in the great room. Then she turned her face up to Jesse’s. His right hand lifted to cup the side of her left breast, stroking lightly over her silken skin, turning her nipples to hard little knots. “You like this, don’t you?” he murmured, stroking his left hand over her other breast. Sliding both hands beneath the twin globes, he lifted them in his palms.
“I like everything you do to me,” she murmured back, lifting up on tiptoes to nibble at his ear lobe, enjoying the sudden, sharp, inward hiss of his breath.
Adam’s arms came around her from behind, and she arched back against his chest, angling her face upward to nuzzle the strong column of his neck. A move which only thrust her breasts deeper into Jesse’s hands. Adam rested his chin on her shoulder, looking down, as all three of them watched Jesse plumping and kneading her breasts, the contrast stark between the deep coppery-bronze of his skin and the creamy paleness of hers.
He grasped her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting and tugging, making her gasp and moan and dance from foot to foot as pleasure seared a path from her breasts straight to her throbbing clit. Then he just held them in his palms as if testing their weight, staring at them with a reverence that melted her heart. “Jesus, sugar, I have got to taste you.”
Speared by the passion in his black, glittering eyes, her gasp turned into a shriek as he lifted her breasts and bent his head, enclosing one nipple in the wet heat of his mouth. As he suckled and nipped, his tongue flayed her turgid peak, turning her moans into sobs of ecstasy. Then he started in on the other breast, giving it equal attention. Her entire body tightened, stretching toward a release that, these days, seemed to be always just beneath the surface.
Adam bent his head and began suckling and biting her neck where it joined her shoulder, soothing each little nip with his tongue. Then he just planted his face against her neck and breathed her in. Her scent soaked into his lungs, pumping liquid lust through his bloodstream. Desire gripped his chest with talons so sharp he feared they would slice through his heart. His arms tightened around her. He would never get enough of this woman. Never.
The breath shuddered from her lungs as she hung suspended between her two men, each showering her with sensation after sensation. She was so hot she felt like she’d blundered into an inferno.
Jesse’s mouth left her breasts, and she gave a little mewling cry of protest as the cool air brushed across her tips, hardening them even further. But he was not done. Sinking to his knees, he blazed a trail of kisses down the center of her abdomen, across the bunching muscles of her stomach. Meanwhile, his hands were not idle, kneading the generous flesh of her ass, holding her still for his darting tongue as it excavated her belly button. His open mouth settled on the satin-smooth skin of her mound as his hands cupped her ass, pulling her hips closer. She moaned and writhed, grateful for Adam’s arms around her, because she no longer had the strength to stand on her own.
Jesse shoved his tongue through her slit from bottom to top. He found the gleaming pearl of her clit and latched onto it, suckling it. Need bloomed through her, swift and urgent, becoming something savage, something mindless that could only be satisfied by being fucked by these two men. Her hips bucked frantically. She was sobbing, begging him to stop, begging him never to stop.
Suddenly Jesse stood, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. His lungs burned as if he’d breathed fire. Struggling to shore up his control, he stumbled back away from her. The force of his need thickened his throat, making it impossible to speak. This woman just…undid him—on an epic scale.
Then she heard Adam’s voice in her ear. “Get in the center of the bed, Sunny. Hands and knees. Wait for Master Jesse.” He released her and she crawled up onto the bed, waiting as instructed. She heard the rustling sounds of clothing being removed. She heard the nightstand drawer open and close. Pleasure hummed to life inside her core, warming her blood, snapping her nerve endings to instant, vibrant life. They were going to fuck her—both of them at the same time. Oh, God. She could hardly wait. Dolores was singing “My Enormous Penis,” and doing a little dance. She could hardly wait either.
The bed dipped as Jesse got on and laid on his back beside her, head on his pillow. “Straddle me, baby. Ride my cock.”
She crawled sideways, lifting her leg over his body, settling her knees on either side of his narrow hips. She lowered her hips, fitting her pussy lips around the iron bar of his cock, rubbing back and forth, lubricating his length with her juice.
“Take hold of me. Put me inside you.”
Lifting up, she reached between her legs and grabbed hold of his shaft, slick with her cream, fitting his broad head against her opening. Then she slowly lowered herself, feeling his girth invade her tender tissues. They both watched as she parted around him, taking him inside her body inch by inch, swallowing him whole. By the time he was fully seated within her, they were both gasping with pleasure.
He gripped her hips and
lifted her up, feeling her inner muscles rippling around every inch of his retreat until only the tip of his penis remained inside her. Then he slammed his hips upward, impaling her with a force that wrenched a cry from the depths of her throat. She felt pierced all the way to her tonsils.
The bed dipped again as Adam knelt behind her. His hands rubbed over her ass cheeks, warming her skin, brushing her with an electrical current that sparked and crackled around them, between them, through them, until she swore she could smell the ozone. His hands left her, but were back so fast her sluggish brain didn’t even have time to process their absence. And this time they parted her ass cheeks, allowing a thick male finger coated with something cold and gelatinous to stroke up her crease and rim her puckered anus. It was joined by a second finger before pressing firmly inside. Her entire body shuddered with pleasure as Adam’s fingers in her ass rubbed against Jesse’s cock in her pussy through the thin membrane of flesh that separated them.
They groaned in unison, a trio of raw, carnal sounds that rent the air and spiked their pleasure. Then Jesse’s hands speared through her hair at the sides of her head, pulling her down into a brutal, punishing kiss that robbed her of her ability to think. Which was fine with her, actually, because she didn’t really want to think. All she wanted to do was feel, and she was able to do that, no problem.
The fingers left her anus to be replaced by the tip of Adam’s penis pressing against her puckered opening, widening her, stretching the delicate tissues until they burned, making her tense up. “Relax, sweet pea,” he murmured as he breached the tight ring of her sphincter, waiting for her muscles to loosen before advancing inch by slow, excruciating inch until he hilted, his balls tapping against Jesse’s, wringing another series of groans from the three of them.
Then both men began to move inside her, one advancing while the other retreated, Jesse taking her mouth in a series of blistering kisses, while Adam played with her nipples, squeezing, twisting, pulling the achy nubs, bombarding her with sensation after contradictory sensation. Building her orgasm with exquisite pleasure while at the same time taking it away with exquisite pain. Back and forth, back and forth, pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain until her body felt like it was going to explode.
Then Adam reached around and found her clit. One stroke was all it took. Her vision went white as she hurtled out into the blackness of space, whirling like a demented Frisbee as pleasure detonated inside her like an atomic bomb. Her muscles clamped down hard on the two cocks inside her, sending both men over the edge into their own orgasms, their seed jetting into her body in sharp, pulsing bursts.
Adam continued to finger her clit, keeping her body convulsing, prolonging everyone’s pleasure until they finally collapsed in a heap, limbs tangled, groaning like the only survivors of a nuclear blast. Finally Adam pulled out of her still-clenching anus, letting both her and Jesse feel every inch of his retreat, a movement that made her toes curl. He went into the bathroom to clean up, returning shortly with two damp cloths. Handing one to Jesse, he used the other to clean Sarah.
She laid there moaning softly, her arms and legs as boneless as the tentacles of a dead octopus. Jesse handed his cloth back to Adam then put his arms around Sarah. He was talking to her—she could hear his voice. At least she thought that was his voice. But his words just floated through the blankness of her mind, fluttering, darting, as elusive as dragonflies, impossible to grasp. Impossible to fit together into coherent sentences. Useless even to try. So she didn’t. She simply gave up and let them drift away, embracing the darkness they left behind.
Chapter Seven
It was still dark and Sarah was lying on her side, only half awake, when she felt Jesse reverse his position behind her, scooting his head and chest down toward her feet. Arching his hips backward, his hand grabbed hers and pulled it down to his groin, curling her fingers around his penis—a bar of rigid iron sheathed in hot, living velvet. His fingers closed around hers, tightening her grip and guiding her in rapid up-and-down strokes, with a twist and a swipe of his thumb across the oozing tip. “That’s it, baby, that’s it,” he murmured in that sexy, just-out-of-bed rasp that lit her up inside. “God, that feels so good.”
At the same time, Adam’s hand stroked down her side, pausing to linger over her breast, plumping and kneading the soft, pillowy flesh before continuing its sensual journey around her buttocks, down her thigh, over her calf, all the while pushing his knees against hers to get her to straighten her legs. “Good girl,” he whispered as he bent his head to nuzzle and suckle at her breast, drawing her tight, hard nipple into his mouth. She let out a shuddering moan, arching her head backward as pleasure unfurled straight to her clit.
Once Jesse was sure she would continue jerking him off without his guidance, he levered up on his elbow, lifted her top leg straight up in the air, and wedged his wide shoulders between her thighs, curling forward to bury his mouth in her hot, juicy pussy. A strangled yelp left her throat as he began to use lips, tongue, and teeth to devour her sweet, delicate flesh. He stroked his tongue through her furrow, flicking it rapidly back and forth across the swollen little pearl of her clit, sending pleasure skyrocketing through her. Then he lifted her leg higher, holding it up, opening her wide for his tormenting tongue. She groaned, a low pulsating rumble, somewhere between a sob and a growl.
Adam’s mouth left her breast, the brush of cold air across her wet nipple wrenching a deeper moan from her as he slid up onto his knees and crawled up to her head. She felt the mattress dip, felt his hand grip the hair on the back of her head, felt and smelled his cock as he placed it against her mouth. “Open, sweet pea,” he ordered, rubbing the oozing tip across her lips, leaving a pearly trail of pre-cum.
She looked up at him, her eyes droop-lidded with arousal, and it was all he could do not to come right then and there. Christ, she was so damn responsive! She tested his control. He watched as her moist, pink tongue came out to lick those luscious lips before she opened her mouth and closed it around the head of his jerking cock. A wave of pleasure shuddered through him, making him grunt and close his eyes as he powered into her hot, wet mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. She gagged once, a choking, gasping sound, and he backed off slightly, waiting for her to settle.
Struggling to quiet her gag reflex, she relaxed her throat muscles and breathed deeply through her nose, hollowing her cheeks as he retreated in an effort to give him maximum pleasure. Lord knew, he certainly gave her maximum pleasure. Both her men did. Sometimes she wasn’t sure how she had managed to survive for so long without them. Without this. Without the miracle of the love and devotion they continually showered her with. They made it safe for her to explore her sexual boundaries and indulge in all her wildest, naughtiest fantasies without fear of censure or reprisal. They made it safe for her to be exactly who she was, a wanton, sexual animal made to pleasure and to be pleasured.
Adam brushed the backs of his fingers across her breasts, closed his knuckles around one achy nipple and tugged. Her mouth opened wider in a gasping moan of pleasure/pain as he pulled and twisted her hard peak. Then he began fucking her mouth, gently at first, gradually escalating both the force and speed of his strokes, always being careful not to hurt or choke her. God, her mouth was exquisite! The flexing of her cheeks, the light scraping of her teeth over his engorged length, the endless swirling of her tongue as he plundered her moist cavern. Jesus, he wasn’t going to last long.
Bombarded with sensations from Jesse’s mouth at one end to Adam’s cock and fingers at the other, sobbing with pleasure, Sarah lost her concentration. Off she floated into a sensual haze, drowning in bliss as they drove her relentlessly toward her release. A release that erupted through all of them simultaneously like the finale of a Fourth of July fireworks display, exploding in a dazzling conflagration of swirling, flashing lights and cascading showers of sizzling sparks. Pleasure engulfed them, consumed them, leaving nothing behind but smoke and ash.
Sarah screamed as her climax ripped her a
part, catapulting the unraveled threads out to the universe, Adam spurted into her throat in hot, ropy bursts, which she was barely able to swallow, so lost was she in her own pleasure. Jesse’s seed boiled up out of him all over her hand, his cock jerking and kicking in her grip as she mindlessly continued to stroke, coaxing more and more cum out of him. Totally spent, the three of them lay there in a gasping heap of tangled limbs, until Jesse gently pried her fingers from his dwindling cock and rose from the bed, taking his heat away from her body, leaving her feeling cold and abandoned. He was back almost instantly with a warm, damp washrag, cleaning her between her legs, wiping his cum off her hand.
He climbed back into bed and pulled Sarah against him, spooning her within the curve of his body, his arm around her just beneath her breasts, his hand closed around the lower one. Adam stretched back out against her front and placed a reverent kiss on each of her closed eyelids as he draped his arm around her waist. “It’s still early, angel,” he whispered, “go back to sleep.”
But she already had.
Adam had showered and dressed and gone downstairs to fix breakfast when the irresistible aroma of coffee and bacon woke her a couple of hours later. Before she even had a chance to figure out what was poking her in the back, Jesse lifted her leg and thrust into her pussy from behind. Unable to go slow or be gentle, he circled his arm around her thigh and began toggling her clit. Within just a few hard, rough thrusts both of them were coming in a climax that crashed into them like a runaway tank, ripping the breath from their lungs in gasping cries of pleasure. A pleasure that Jesse prolonged by continuing to thrust and manipulate her clit until the last shuddering aftershock had rolled through them, and they collapsed, exhausted, to the mattress.
“God, sugar, I love you so much.” His voice was muffled against her flesh as he began kissing and licking his way across her sweaty neck and shoulders, making her squirm with renewed pleasure as he moved up to circle her ear with his tongue. “You are my life, and I’ll never let you go.”
Owning Sarah [Sequel to Loving Sarah] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Page 17
