Jessie’s men shared her back and forth like that, and she lost track of how many times they passed her between them. Just when she thought she’d gotten used to the pace one of them set, the other would blow her impending orgasm back in on itself and she’d be back at square one.
“Oh please,” she begged, not even sure what she was hoping would happen.
“Please what, love?” Gabriel’s voice was dark and dirty. “Please touch your breasts? Please play with the clamps? Please what?”
Jessie gazed into Liam’s eyes, noting that they were molten with lust. Her breath caught and she directed her words to him, to both of them. “Please fuck me.”
Liam tugged her once more toward himself, easing his dick into Jessie’s pulsing cunt. “That’s what we’re doin’, love.”
Jessie cried out in despair. She succumbed to the pounding Liam was giving her, knowing they’d continue this game until they’d had enough. She just hoped her body didn’t blow up by then!
In the next moment, Jessie gasped as a new sensation overwhelmed her. Liam had stilled completely, and Jessie became aware of Gabriel pulling the cheeks of her ass apart as the sticky head of his cock kissed the tight ring of her anus.
“Yes, oh yes. Please,” Jessie moaned, aware that she was babbling. Her moans and cries continued as Gabriel’s cock began the long, slow invasion of her asshole, the cream she’d gushed onto his cock lubricating his way. Jessie stayed completely still, not wanting to dislodge Liam where he was lodged deep in her pussy, and not wanting Gabriel to stop. She couldn’t stop clenching on the thick cocks invading both her holes, and the answering groans from her men told her they felt the fluttering caresses of her internal muscles as a naughty massage up and down their dicks.
When both cocks had tunneled deep, Liam reached for Jessie’s breasts and removed the clamps from her nipples, one after the other in quick succession. The rush of blood back into Jessie’s tender tips had her screaming, and she felt the instant that the strong squeezes she forced on the invading dicks broke the control of each man.
Groaning, growling their pleasure, Gabriel and Liam began fucking Jessie in earnest. She struggled to keep up with them as she swayed and bucked, sandwiched between their hard bodies as they pistoned in and out of her pussy and ass. They fucked in and out of her in perfect unison, and Jessie felt her orgasm start as they drilled into her as one. She stiffened, the overwhelming sensation lighting up the swath of skin separating her lovers’ dicks inside her body. She knew they could feel each other’s cocks rubbing against one another, and her orgasm doubled in intensity as she milked them, feeling them caught against one another. As they surely felt her orgasm grow, Liam and Gabriel redoubled their efforts, grunting as they drilled her holes. As Jessie crested, she screamed their names over and over, and their answering roars filled her with joy as they spilled their hot loads into her liquid depths.
They lay like that afterward, not moving an inch as they all tried to remember how to breathe. Jessie could feel her pinkie finger twitching and smiled.
“Lady Jessamy?” Gabriel’s voice was formal and Jessie flinched. Of all the damn times!
“Yes, Your Grace?” Her voice sounded sultry to her own ears, no doubt as a result of all the moaning she’d been doing.
“Liam has a Dom, but no mistress. He needs one. And I need a duchess.”
Jessie looked back and forth between her men, and she could feel her eyes get huge. “Beg pardon?”
Liam clutched Jessie’s hand, holding it close to his heart. “Marry us, Jessie.”
Jessie grinned at him, stupefied. She grinned at Gabriel in turn, who was still in Dom mode.
“We’ll be married next month. I see no point in waiting.”
“Next month!” Jessie shrieked. “How the hell am I supposed to plan a wedding in a month?”
Gabriel raised his eyebrow. “You’ll find a way. Does that mean you’re saying yes?”
Jessie rolled her eyes. “Bossy as ever, Your Grace. And of course I’m saying yes.”
Liam whooped, gathering Jessie to him in a giant bear hug. They were both grinning when they broke apart, and Gabriel was watching them with an indulgent smile on his handsome face.
Jessie looked archly at Gabriel. “Tell me, Your Grace…” She trailed a finger down Gabriel’s chest, making him inhale sharply. She could see his cock exhibiting signs of life. “Does this mean you’ll have to call me ‘Your Grace’ as well?”
Epilogue
Jessie lay panting between her husbands. They’d just finished another round of incredibly hot sex, and they were all quiet as they waited for their heartbeats to return to normal. She lay curled with an arm tossed across Gabriel’s chest, and Liam spooned her from behind. It was her favorite place to be.
In the time since their wedding, so much had happened it was hard to keep track. She and Gabriel were man and wife, duke and duchess, and in a very private ceremony at Gabriel’s brother’s club in London, she’d also married Liam. Part of that private ceremony involved Gabriel topping both his subs, earning the right to their submission and the official title of Dom for himself. She’d really gotten into the whole exhibition thing, and Gabriel had promised to take her and Liam back to the club to play. Jessie fondled the choker she wore all the time now and glanced at the heavy chain hanging around Liam’s neck. She looked at the rings they’d placed on her fingers and the ones she’d placed on theirs, and she felt like she’d finally come home.
Gabriel cleared his throat. “Your Grace.”
“Yes, Your Grace?” Jessie loved hearing Gabriel use her formal title, especially because she didn’t hear it often. She knew that the title was reserved for Gabriel in the playroom, and she didn’t want it any other way.
“I’ve been thinking about what’s to be done with your manor.”
Jessie stiffened slightly. She’d been thinking the same thing, and although she didn’t have any interest in living there anymore, she was heartsick at the thought of someone else moving in. “What have you been thinking, Gabriel?”
He turned his head to regard her, his grey eyes twinkling. “Well, you know that I occasionally host members of my brother’s club here at Hartley House.”
Jessie kept her tone serious. “I had heard that. I believe the word you’re looking for is orgy, Gabriel.”
Gabriel had the good grace to flush. “Er, yes. Well, I was thinking that perhaps we could make the manor an offshoot of the club in London, invite members to stay.”
Jessie looked at Gabriel for a moment, processing the idea. She grinned. “I love that idea. It will mean the place will be refurbished, and I can’t imagine my mother’s reaction if she knew her home was being used for all sorts of perversion.” Jessie giggled, thinking about the walls of her mother’s prim sitting room decorated in black with a St. Andrew’s cross.
Gabriel and Liam both grinned. It had obviously been something they’d been concocting for some time, and Jessie was grateful to both of them. It meant her beloved home would remain as it was, albeit with a radical face lift.
Gabriel, it seemed, wasn’t finished. “I was thinking you could run the business side of things. I was actually thinking it could be a family thing, if all of us were to leave MI6 behind, or at least move forward as consultants.”
Jessie looked at him incredulously. “You want to leave MI6?”
Gabriel flushed. “Since the day I came home to you and Liam held at gunpoint, I don’t fancy staying in the business. You’re both too precious to me.”
Jessie softened, and she could feel Liam melt behind her. Liam reached out and placed a hand on Gabriel’s waist.
“I’d be happy to cook at Your Grace’s manor of masochism, if you wish.”
Gabriel grinned lecherously. “So long as you wear your collar, sub. And your apron.”
Jessie laughed, her heart feeling completely free. “I’d love to handle the business, Gabriel, provided I still have time for plenty of blow jobs.”
Gabriel ran
a hand over Jessie’s bottom. “Nothing to worry about there, love. As the Dom in Charge, I’ll see to it that you’re not overworked by anyone but myself and Liam.”
Jessie smiled. She closed her eyes, feeling sleepy. As she drifted off to sleep, she looked forward to her next trip with the girls. She blushed as she recalled that awkward conversation with Remy, and she knew she’d be in for a ton of teasing once her girlfriends found out about her threesome. She looked at Liam and smiled to herself. She’d be happy to tell her friends that indeed, he really did put the “butt” in “butler.”
THE END
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Schoolteacher by day, author of erotic fiction by night...Charlotte lives the dream! She lives with her husband near Toronto, Canada where she’s always heating something up, whether it’s with her baking or her writing. She loves reading scary stories, but would never want to write them, preferring instead to write fun, sexy stories about butt-kicking girls and the hunks they fall for. Every ending is happy, and the happiness comes in many shapes and sizes. She believes that intimacy should be fun, funny and all about expanding horizons, and she pushes the boundaries of traditional love in her books. In Charlotte’s world, happy endings are tailored to her heroes and heroines, and the tailoring sometimes involves bits of leather, a few kinks, and other kinds of fringe.
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