Jessie's Jewels [Submissive Sirens 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Charlotte Smith

  “So tight, so sweet. I knew you’d be like this. I knew you’d grip my cock like an oiled glove. You like it like that? How about a little harder?”

  Gabriel matched his actions to his words, holding her hips steady with a big hand on each side, his thrusts going deeper, making his balls brush against Jessie’s clit with each pass. She looked over to where Liam was lying beside her, unsurprised that his cock was hard again as well. She smiled to herself. It looked like keeping her men satisfied was going to be a full-time job.

  “Liam, kneel in front of Jessamy. Ask her to lick you clean.”

  Jessie moaned as Liam moved to obey Gabriel, and in an instant she was aware of another thick cock brushing her lips. As she rested on her hands and knees, the bump and sway of Gabriel’s loving kept her just out of reach of Liam’s cock.

  “Jessie.” Liam’s voice was gravelly. “Lick me clean, love.” He thrust his hips forward, bumping his cock against her lips.

  With a moan, Jessie opened and took his cock inside, amazed at how arousing it was to taste their mutual release on his flesh. She licked and sucked, unable to use her hands on his cock, and took him as deep as she could until he nudged the back of her throat. Then she gave over to Gabriel. Watching her suck Liam had obviously done it for him, and he groaned as he set a brutal pace, the thrust and withdraw of his cock in her pussy enough to move her forward and back on the cock in her mouth.

  Filled at both ends, Jessie squealed as Liam reached under her to pinch and roll her nipples. With Gabriel’s hands on her hips and Liam’s diabolical fingers playing with her nipples, Jessie felt a series of small orgasms begin deep in her pussy, making her clamp down on the cock still pillaging her wet flesh. She heard Gabriel curse behind her and he doubled his pace, his cock pistoning into her as the wetness dripping from her pussy soaked him to his balls. She sucked harder at Liam’s cock, eliciting a groan from him as his fingers continued to pluck at her tits, and she felt Gabriel slide a hand underneath her. She knew what was coming next and moaned around the cock filling her mouth.

  “Come, love.” Gabriel pinched her clit again, throwing her into another orgasm. This time she went screaming, the sound muffled as Liam started to come, easing his cock across her tongue as she swallowed his musky essence. With a feral snarl, Gabriel twisted his hips once more then thrust deep, holding her hips against him as his cock spat cum deep into Jessie’s clenching channel. She rippled all around him, the orgasm seeming to never end as she laved Liam’s cock with soft little licks.

  Finally, when Jessie didn’t think she could take any more, the orgasm released her and she collapsed to the bed beneath her, the soft blackness invading her vision a relief from the too-bright sensations of the best orgasms she’d ever had. With a sigh, Jessie felt herself drifting towards sleep, her last thought that Gabriel’s bossiness didn’t seem as abrasive when tempered with several monster orgasms.

  Chapter 17

  Jessie groaned as she came awake. She was sore all over, and she couldn’t for the life of her figure out why. She cracked an eye and was momentarily confused, unsure as to where she was. When she heard the amused chuckle beside her, however, everything came rushing back.

  Jessie squeaked, hauling the sheets to her chin and glaring at the owner of the chuckle. Gabriel lay beside her, his head propped on his hand as he studied her. His dark eyes glittered with mirth as his mouth twitched, and his hair, usually kept neat in a ponytail, was tousled. His whole air was that of a deeply satisfied man, and Jessie felt something inside her soften and warm even as she withdrew from him. He was seriously sexy the morning after a lust-filled night, and Jessie was wary.

  Gabriel quirked an eyebrow. “A little shy this morning, are we?”

  Jessie scowled at him, not sure how she felt about waking up beside him. Especially because he was clearly as naked as she was beneath the sheet, evidenced by the impressive tenting over his morning erection. “Not at all. I’m just cold.” She realized her mistake an instant later as he jerked the sheet out of her grasp, grabbing her around the waist and making her squeal before hauling her up to lie on his chest.

  “Then allow me to warm you up.” He grinned up at her, his smile distinctly wolfish.

  Jessie gripped his shoulders and allowed him to arrange her legs on either side of him, tucking them against his body before his big hands moved to her back, one caressing along her spine and the other cupped possessively around her bottom. She told herself that she should be resisting, but couldn’t for the life of her remember why. He really was warm, and before she could think better of it she found herself snuggling into him, laying her cheek against his chest and inhaling the rich, woodsy scent that was all Gabriel.

  Jessie found herself lulled by Gabriel’s hypnotic caresses, but realized something was missing.

  “Where’s Liam?”

  Gabriel had laid his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. He answered without opening them. “He wanted to make breakfast, insisted I stay with you until it’s ready.” He opened an eye and studied her. “Sorry to wake up alone with me?”

  Jessie smiled slowly at him. Clearly, Gabriel was in a playful mood, and Jessie so rarely saw him relaxed she found she wanted to tease him.

  “Well, Your Grace, that depends.”

  Gabriel growled his response. “Depends on what, pray?”

  Jessie giggled, unable to stay serious. “Depends on what you plan to do if I say I’m not sorry in the slightest.”

  Gabriel relaxed, his hand resuming its leisurely stroking. “Not a damned thing, for the moment. You’re safe from me, Lady. As much as I’d love to begin my day with a romp, you must be sore from last night. And since I fully intend to pick up where we left off this evening”—Gabriel’s gaze sharpened—“I expect you’ll need a little time to recover.”

  Jessie couldn’t decide whether she should be outraged, since he so clearly wasn’t giving her a choice about participating in tonight’s activities, but she found her nipples had beaded and she could feel her pussy softening in anticipation.

  “Well…” She rose up on her arms and arched her back, feeling Gabriel’s gaze drop to where her breasts just brushed his chest. “If you intend to continue tonight, I expect I will need a bit of time. How very gallant of you.” Jessie smiled winningly at Gabriel, rubbing her beaded nipples against his broad chest. She wondered how far she could push him before he’d take advantage. Feeling like she was pulling the lion’s tail, Jessie yawned and stretched, levering herself backward down Gabriel’s long frame until the knob of his cock—his extremely hard cock—brushed the cheeks of her bottom. She squeaked as a big hand landed on her ass.

  “Careful, sub.” Gabriel’s voice had taken on that dark quality she’d learned preceded something naughty, and she felt her nipples harden further. “I don’t take well to topping from the bottom, and you’re pushing.”

  Jessie blinked up at him, confused and a little embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Gabriel, I didn’t know...” She trailed off as he laid a threatening hand on her bottom and used the other hand in her hair to tug her gaze up to his. Jessie relaxed a little as she saw that he was smiling.

  “Remember, I’m in control in the bedroom. And I said we’ll continue tonight. If you push too far, you’ll see exactly how base my desires can be, and how inconsiderate I am of tender pink parts and sore pussies.”

  Jessie dropped her head, his promise of what was to come pacifying her as much as the knowledge that she hadn’t done something wrong. “Yes, Your Grace.”

  Gabriel ran a lazy hand across her bottom and she relaxed into his embrace once more, rousing when they heard a distant bell chime from the direction of the kitchen.

  “Breakfast.” Jessie’s voice sounded sleepy to her own ears, and she had to cling for dear life as Gabriel yawned deeply and stretched his massive body all around her. Her stomach growled and she blushed. Gabriel laughed.

  “Breakfast indeed, little sub. Upsy daisy, I need to make sure My Lady keeps her strength up.�
�� His eyes twinkling, he brushed his mouth across hers before rising, shrugging into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Jessie couldn’t stop looking at him as he ran a careless hand through his unruly hair, the very picture of masculine beauty. She sighed and turned away, a tad bitter that she had to quit looking at him and get dressed. She perked up, though, when she remembered that breakfast was ready. That thought in mind, she threw on her shirt and riding pants from the day before. Time to greet her other man.

  * * * *

  Jessie inhaled deeply as she entered the kitchen, the heavenly smells making her mouth water. Liam was squeezing oranges for juice, and without thinking about it, she made her way over to him on silent feet, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning her cheek against his back.

  “What’s this?” Liam turned in surprise, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel.

  “Good morning.” Jessie turned her mouth up to his, holding her breath and hoping she wasn’t being too forward. She’d never have dared such a move with Gabriel, but with Liam her straightforward, honest affection seemed right. She was thrilled as he leaned down, slanting his mouth across hers and sweeping it with his tongue. He murmured his pleasure, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her fully into his strong embrace. They stood like that, kissing, Liam eating at Jessie’s lips with little nibbles. Jessie was content to be lost in his embrace until, again, her traitorous stomach rumbled. Jessie blushed and ducked her face, tucking her head beneath Liam’s chin and into his neck as Gabriel’s laugh sounded from the doorway.

  “It seems, Liam, that our Jessamy has worked up an appetite.”

  Jessie spun away from Liam, busying herself with the orange juice, handing a glass to Gabriel before carrying one to Liam and taking one for herself.

  Liam smiled at her. “Is that so?”

  Gabriel sauntered to Liam, and Jessie was tickled to notice that his feet were bare. He cupped the back of Liam’s neck, and Jessie loved the shy look that came into Liam’s eyes.

  “And you, Liam? Have you worked up an appetite?”

  Liam smiled timidly at Gabriel. “I have, Your Grace. But I thought all three of us might be hungrier later if we went for a ride after breakfast.”

  Gabriel’s mouth hovered just over Liam’s, and Jessie felt her breath catch at the erotic picture they made, Gabriel’s dark beauty a stark contrast with Liam’s golden glow.

  “I think that will have to wait, Liam.” Gabriel leered at Jessie a moment before turning back to Liam, whispering the words against his lips. “Our Jessamy rode all night. We should give her a rest.” Gabriel brushed his lips against Liam’s before breaking the kiss, looking over to Jessie through heavy-lidded eyes. “Come here, love.”

  Jessie put her juice down, crossing to stand beside the men. She felt a bit as if she was an interloper, and she wasn’t sure what Gabriel wanted from her. Before she could ask, he turned and picked her up, depositing her on the counter behind him. He once again cupped Liam’s head in his hand, drawing the man’s mouth toward his own, only this time Gabriel positioned his own mouth to hover directly over Jessie’s. When she felt Liam’s breath against her cheek, Jessie closed her eyes, her lips parting softly as she waited for whatever Gabriel would do next. She felt a tentative tongue against her bottom lip, and instinctively she opened her mouth wider to allow the plundering tongue access. She knew without looking that it was Liam’s tongue she felt feathering against her so sweetly. She felt a thrill to her toes as in the next instant a second tongue ran along her bottom lip, tangling briefly with the tongue already licking at her. She tentatively extended her own tongue, delighted when two male groans answered her hesitant forays. She fisted her hands in the shirts of each man, turning and slanting her head this way and that as she gloried in the three-way kiss she shared with her men, aroused that, as they tongued her, they tongued one another as well.

  All three were panting when Gabriel finally broke the kiss.

  Liam cleared his throat before speaking, smiling at each of them in turn. “Breakfast is ready. We should eat it while it’s hot.” With that, he scooped Jessie from off the counter and deposited her on a chair at the table, Gabriel following close behind. Jessie noted that Gabriel seated himself at the table’s head, and she was surprised how comfortable she was with him taking that spot.

  Liam fussed over both of them, not sitting down until Gabriel ordered him to, and the three of them shared a meal full of more laughter, affection, and genuine fun than Jessie could ever remember having at that table. Liam brought out her own sense of humor, that she already knew, but Jessie was astounded at the effect he had on Gabriel. Gone was the dark, brooding duke who rarely cracked a smile, and in his place was a rakish, dangerous man who teased mercilessly. She knew that Gabriel would switch back to Dom mode soon, and she found herself looking forward to that as well. As she looked at each man in turn, she realized just how bad she had it. And for the first time in years, she dared to allow the tiniest kernel of hope to blossom, a dream for a future that now seemed attainable.

  Chapter 18

  Jessie sighed, running the sponge down her calf. She’d been soaking for a solid half hour, and even the sweetly scented bubbles weren’t doing lots for her restlessness. It had now been a full month that Gabriel had been staying at the manor, and although Jessie loved the relationship blooming between herself, Liam, and the duke, she was starting to feel like a prisoner in her own home.

  There were lots of things about their interactions she loved, not the least of which was watching Liam and Gabriel together. She grinned to herself, remembering the scene she’d stumbled upon in the kitchen, early in the days when she and Liam were still getting used to having a Dom around.

  Liam, as usual, had gotten up earlier than them, feathering kisses across Jessie’s back as he’d instructed her to stay in bed with Gabriel until breakfast was ready. Warm, sleepy, and as exhausted as she’d been every morning after her nights spent having hot sex with both men, Jessie didn’t need to be told twice.

  When they’d heard the bell chime, calling them to the table, Jessie and Gabriel had untangled themselves and made their way downstairs. Upon entering the kitchen, Jessie had felt the change come over Gabriel, sending him into Dom mode, and she’d instinctively dropped to her knees, removing her hastily donned camisole and pajama bottoms. Gabriel had stroked her head, his approval obvious as he caressed her and pulled her closer, encouraging her to wrap her arms around his hard calf and lay her head against his thigh.

  Unfortunately for himself, Liam hadn’t been so quick to respond to his Dom’s command. He’d turned and smiled at them briefly, his eyes lingering on Jessie before turning back and continuing to pour tea.

  Gabriel had cleared his throat, and Liam had finally gotten the message. He’d turned around again, light dawning in his eyes as he realized his Dom was waiting.

  “Your Grace,” Liam had said, his cheeks pinkening, “you can’t expect me to be naked right now.”

  Jessie had watched with rapt attention, a smile quirking her lips up as she felt Gabriel stiffen beside her.

  “Indeed?” Gabriel accompanied the lazy question with his signature eyebrow raise. Jessie didn’t even have to see his face to feel that eyebrow creep up towards his hairline.

  Liam swallowed. “I’m cooking, Gabriel.”

  Gabriel regarded Liam silently for a moment before sighing. “I’m racking up your punishment in my head, Liam. If you wish to have any fun today I’d suggest you lose the clothes. Immediately.”

  Jessie had almost laughed at the outraged look that crossed Liam’s face.

  Liam had drawn himself up to his full height, and Jessie buried her face against Gabriel’s leg so Liam wouldn’t see her laugh at him. The prissy look on his face would have been better suited to a schoolmarm, and Jessie couldn’t believe that her rugged, dimpled playmate looked so very prim.

  Liam was blushing now. “I can’t lose the clothes, Your Grace.”

  Gabriel’s eyebrow had practically made co
ntact with his hair. “And why not, pray?”

  Liam held a spatula in one hand, and he used it to gesture wildly toward the stove. “I’m cooking bacon, Your Grace. I know you like yours crispy, but I dinna want my manhood to be quite so crisp if a spatter of grease should happen to reach it.”

  Jessie shook with laughter, biting a mouthful of Gabriel’s jeans so the sound wouldn’t reach Liam. The thought of his concern for his boy bits had Jessie in stitches, and she imagined him hopping up and down as he tried to cook bacon naked, dancing around like a maniac to avoid the spatter of grease as Gabriel watched, fully clothed, from a safe distance.

  Gabriel’s lips quirked, the only indication that he’d heard a word of what Liam had said. “Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we?” He nudged Jessie, who was still racked by an occasional giggle. “As much as our Jessamy enjoys sausage rather than bacon”—he pinched her ear gently as she squeaked in outrage—“I can’t imagine she’d like it burnt.”

  With that, he’d helped Jessie to her feet, returning her camisole and pajama bottoms before leading her to the table. He’d winked at Jessie before turning back to Liam. “I’d suggest, Liam, you wear an apron.”

  Liam’s jaw had been set as he’d marched over to a drawer, jerking an apron out of it. He’d turned away from Jessie and Gabriel as he’d shed his clothes, treating them both to a view of his spectacular backside as he’d looped the apron around his neck and tied it around his waist with jerky motions. Jessie relaxed back into her chair, enjoying the show as Liam’s fine ass rippled and clenched as he stalked back and forth across the kitchen. He’d still refused to face them, though, and Jessie was getting a mite concerned.

  Finally, Liam had turned to deliver the serving platter of eggs, bacon, and toast to the table, and Jessie realized why he hadn’t wanted to turn around. The front of the apron was bedecked with pink ruffles, and in flowing cursive, the words What happens at Gran’s, stays at Gran’s were written across his broad chest. Beneath the words was an image of a smiling old lady with a bun, a finger across her lips.