Bea swallowed, as Jason went in on the other side. Ryan tipped a brow at her as he waited for her to go in before him into the powerfully expensive automobile. This was her last chance, she knew, to run for it.
“Thank you,” she said with as slightly quavering smile, before sliding into the luxuriant interior. No going back now…
Chapter Five
This is going to be the easiest two hundred grand I’ll ever make, Bea thought smugly, as she walked with them into their palatial suite.
It was quite impressive, no gainsaying that. In fact, she’d never been in anything so opulent. At least sectioned off into five rooms, the suite was massive, opulent, and truly gorgeous. Two walls in the living room section were just windows, giving a panoramic view of the city beyond. Eye catching, she thought, telling herself not to be bowled over by all the grandeur. Being alone with these two was overwhelming enough without going gaga over their beauteous surroundings.
She turned to face them, just as Ryan shut the door behind him, and Jason went to the elegantly appointed bar to pour out drinks.
“So…how does this work?” she murmured, placing her shawl and purse on a couch nearby. “What exactly gets to happen in the five minutes?”
Jason chuckled, handling his elder brother a glass, before coming to give her one, too. “Whoa. Is the timer off already?” he teased, surprising her. It was the first time she’d seen him relax or act jovial all night. It was like, now that she was here, he could be himself. She felt stunned by his gorgeous smile as their fingers brushed round the glass. He turned away to get his own drink waiting on the bar’s polished surface.
“Why don’t you sit down, Bea?” Ryan asked, that tilt to his smile ever present.
“Sit down?” she croaked, looking back at the spacious couch behind her dubiously.
“Or if you’d rather we take it to the bedroom…,” he suggested, and she gritted her teeth at the teasing note in his voice. Schooling her features, she primly took her seat without a word.
Taking a sip from her glass and realizing it was some sort of brandy – very crisp and flowing deliciously down her throat, she strove to stay calm. Just a few more minutes, and…
Ryan sat on her left, and Jason on her right. She managed to seize two gulps of the liquor before it was gently retrieved by Jason and placed on the nearby coffee table. Perhaps each one realized there was little need – or time, for more words. Reaching out to pinch her chin in his thumb and forefinger, Ryan was the first to lean forward and take her lips.
Okay. Bea rushed in a breath at the first touch of Ryan’s mouth, and found herself rampaged by tongue. Sweet, hot, and sexily moist tongue. He dove into her like a rogue pirate ready to claim his spoils. She was hell-bent on resisting, however, and didn’t give her tongue in return. But hmm, he did taste like heaven would, she mused, easing into his kiss and letting him take what he would. He groaned against her lips, crushing them harder against his. Bea’s heart began to pound alarmingly. The heat and sweetness was climbing; in seconds, she felt the strangest thrumming in between her legs just as Ryan plucked wetly on her bottom lip. Oh lord.
She could feel Jason draw closer on her other side. They’d never really explained how the time would go, and it served her right for not making ground rules first. Would she have to contend with both of them, or…?
Even before she could contemplate this, she felt Jason take her hand. She had no chance to demure as Ryan’s fingers on her chin kept her insistently turned to him. She was gasping into his mouth just at the same time that Jason placed her hand on his cock. Holy fuck! It felt huge beneath her fingers and even beneath the fabric of his dress pants. He rode her fingers over the solidly wedged length, and she shuddered against Ryan’s powerfully deep kiss.
Desperately, she broke away, snatching her hand from the tempting hardness beneath. Why the hell was she panting so hard? She really shouldn’t have let them overwhelm her so easily. She almost made to skip to her feet. “I need to go,” she blurted breathlessly.
“One more minute,” Jason crooned, his fingers in her hair gently tugging her to meet his waiting lips. For the love of God. What gave these men the right to taste so good? Her lips merged with Jason’s and he used the same bone-melting device, just more pliant and tender. He didn’t go the rough route like Ryan; he chose to render her powerless in a different way. Soft, sensitive, giving more than taking. Bea purred all the more. And purred even harder when Ryan slipped a hand through her v-necked bodice and cupped her right breast. The sensation of her softness in the hard strength of his hand had juices rushing to flood her panties. Her thighs quivered as Jason covered her in an open-mouthed, blatantly sensuous kiss. Her head went round and round; every nerve ending she possessed was alive and thrumming with the most monstrous lust she’d ever experienced. Jason’s free hand – the one not gripping her hair – slid down to her knee, nudging it apart from its twin. In an instant, his fingertips were brushing lengthwise along the panel of her panties shielding her pussy. She almost came there and then.
She couldn’t withstand the torture any longer. She pulled away from Jason’s soft and firm mouth, while instinctively gripping the hand over her breast and in between her thighs. She was blinking and trying to focus ahead of her to the door which seemed like it stood a thousand yards away. If she could just jump to her feet and make it there, she was sure she’d be safe before she caved in to temptation.
Her fingers tightened on the wrists of those manly, sinfully pleasurable hands still attached to her breast and her secret center. And even as she held on to push those hands aside, she found herself closing her eyes with a ragged sigh. Seriously, she should have seen this coming. Hadn’t she known, deep, deep down, how this would go?
“Bea,” Ryan’s husky voice said in her ear, his lips now trailing down to her arched nape.
“Time’s up,” Jason reminded her, his own blond head lowering as he kissed along her bare collarbone. His fingers had stilled on her silk-covered core, while Ryan’s hand, still on her breast, had stopped stroking. They were waiting for her command and they’d let her go. She knew this. So why wasn’t she giving the command?
Chapter Six
The moment of truth. She could feel their tension even as they pressed deliciously warm and subdued lips to her throat and shoulder.
She didn’t speak…she felt incapable of speech. All she could do, was lean back into the couch with a moan, as her fingers finally let go, giving the unmistakable signal.
Her whole body screamed, Don’t stop. For heaven’s sake, keep it moving! And she didn’t doubt for a second that these two were accurate mind readers – not to speak of being able to translate body language to perfection. Once her fingers released their death grip on either wrist, Ryan and Jason wasted no time in continued perusal of her trembling frame.
Bea threw her head back with a shuddering sigh of capitulation as Jason’s fingers probed past the edge of her panties to the swollen petals beneath. His mouth, welded to her shoulder, sucked hungrily into her skin as his fingertips sunk into her melting slit. Ryan bit into her neck, his teeth grazing the warm flesh as he pinched the tight nub of her nipple through her lace cup. Both men groaned, and Bea could do nothing to stop them as they finally took total control of the quivering body set in their midst.
She virtually sobbed when Jason raked through her with two fingers, sawing in and out of her clenching walls. Ryan wasted no time in shoving aside the bit of covering over her breast before laying his head against the swelling flesh and snatching the whole aureole, nipple and all, into his mouth.
“Oh!” Bea moaned, as Jason’s fingers went impossibly deep, just at the same moment that Ryan teeth pulled hard on her sensitive teat. Ryan’s free hand cupped the other breast, kneading into the full mound with ravenous desire. “Oh my God,” came out of her lips before she could stop herself, and she shuddered with embarrassment at the way she couldn’t keep silent from all the sensations racking through her tortured body. She clam
ped a hand over her mouth, but Jason only laughed and drew the hand down.
“No, sweet one, we want to hear every whimper…every moan. Don’t take that gift from us. Let us know how much we thrill you.”
So much, she would have said, but then Ryan was trolling his tongue over her nipple, causing her to gasp in desperate lust. No. Way. No way could anything feel that good. He sucked and licked on her nub till she was a shuddering mass. So much so that she could actually hear the sounds of the jelly that her pussy had become, as Jason stroked faster in and out of her quivering sheathe. “Oh please, oh no…”
“Oh no?” Ryan said in a teasing, questioning tone, as he lifted his head to look into her half-slit eyes.
“I mean..I mean…,” she panted, staring into his dancing blue eyes. He looked deep into hers as Jason’s fingertips slipped out to coat over her clitoris. Her lips parted in a soundless scream as he stroked and teased the greedy little button till she felt it throb and thicken.
“Say it, Bea,” Ryan told her softly. “You need to let us know this is what you want. Because from here on, there’s no going back.”
To buttress his words, Jason flicked his thumb over her clit, and then rubbed hard with just his middle finger. If he was trying to coax the required speech from her, then he was doing it the wrong way, thought the dazed Bea. His touch was doing everything to render her tongue incapable of functioning except to word incoherent sounds of ecstasy. At last, just when she felt ready to sink into her dark, swirling orgasm, he paused, and kissed her jaw with hard, hot lips. “You have to say the words, baby. Say, fuck me. And mean it.”
Her eyes widened, blurred, and then cleared as she blinked. She looked to Jason, and then to Ryan. The lust burning in their eyes was scalding enough to be felt on her very skin. Her eyes squeezed tight as the sharpest blade of arousal cut through her so deep she was trembling with it. “Fuck. Me. Please,” she whispered, her throat constricting with the guilty pleasure of being able to at last, present the truth.
And the second she said the words, words she’d never said to anyone before, not even in her head…she felt liberated. Bea opened her eyes and finally met their smoldering gaze with perfect submission to their mating claim.
Chapter Seven
The outside world was forgotten. The very premise of what had brought her to this very point in time, the very reason she’d met who were to be her two lovers, was in the distant past.
Yes, she started out as escort to the two billionaires. But a dare and a bushel of moans later, she was theirs to delight. And so help her, they were hers.
They made good on their promises. All of them. First, they drove her wild with their mouths coupled to her breasts. They tugged and lapped at her tits from either end, making her sink her fingers into their silken blond locks and clutch with ecstasy. Their warm, strong hands gripped her knees and with Ryan pulling one way and Jason the other, she was spread as wide as she could go. Her clit was teased and pampered with searching fingers; her inner core was brought to a quivering height as probing fingers caused her to moisten to her brim.
One golden head – Jason’s, sought the shadows between her trembling thighs. With the tip of his tongue, he clicked on her sex nub like it was a light switch – and oh, how he shot her through with electricity. She was writhing like a feline in heat by the time he jabbed in deep and fucked her with that knowing tongue. Almost faint with bliss, she could only moan in acquiescence as Ryan took hold of the back of her head and pulled her close to his cock, unzipped and rearing free from the open crotch of his trousers. Her hands wrapped eagerly around the thick, pulsing shaft, her lips opening wide for a first taste of his impressively turgid man meat.
He filled up her palms to overflowing and she went even wetter on Jason’s tongue as she imagined all eight-and-a-half inches buried inside her slippery tunnel. For now, she was happy to work her way over the cap, licking him and sucking on him, burying her senses in his sweet manly musk. Her tongue danced beneath his crown at the sensitive v-shaped underside, and he growled deeply in approval. The harder and deeper Jason feasted on the puffy folds at her apex, the harder and deeper she dragged her mouth over the length of Ryan’s cock. His fingers fisted tighter in her hair and she opened wide for him to pump his hips and send his cock in and out of her lips. She stared up at him and saw his face glisten with beads of perspiration, his expression almost pained as he watched her take him far down her gullet till she was gagging.
“Enough, darling,” Ryan groaned at last, pulling away and bending to kiss her lips. He shot his tongue into her mouth and she felt his invasion as strongly as if he’d pierced her core with his shaft. As if on cue, Jason gave her clit one last lash with his tongue, and she was blown away. Sobbing into Ryan’s mouth, she bucked her hips as the tremors of her climax rocked her frame.
Her head spun as on and on as Jason sipped at her slit till the last drop was cast from her scented wells. He groaned deeply, his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs to pin her in place as he kissed the echoing aches away from her now swollen nether lips. “So sweet…so hot. You are magic, Bea. We knew this from the second we saw you. Do you believe us now?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, wondering how many times she needed to prove that she was won over? Drawing from Ryan, she tugged Jason up to kiss him on the mouth and tasted her own essences upon his deliciously tender lips. It was then she felt overtaken by the urge to seize control. Pushing him back, to rest on his elbows along the couch, she bent her head to his pants and unfastened the front. In moments she’d freed his cock and drew in air sharply at finally getting to see the monster she’d merely had a feel of earlier with her fingers. Like Ryan, Jason was just as well endowed, and his cap was dewy with precum, just ready for her eager ministration. She went on her knees in between his parted legs, and felt Ryan’s hands fall on her hips from behind. He pressed into her back with his hand, making her bottom arch up in the air.
“Perfect,” he rasped, as he pushed up the hem of her short dress. Bea moaned around Jason’s cock, making him buck reactively into her mouth at the vibrating sensations. He scooped up her now tossed hair into his hand, holding it up from her face so he could watch her pleasure him with her stroking hands and sucking mouth and licking tongue. Bea quivered all over as she felt his fingers push aside the cotton panel of her panties. It all felt so wicked and erotic; they were all practically still fully dressed, and yet Ryan was just about to fuck her here on the massive couch. With Jason on one end, leaning back as she bobbed her mouth up and down on his dick, and then with Ryan on the other end, stroking up her shivery pussy from the back with the probing tip of his cock.
“Fucking hell, Bea; I’ve wanted to be inside you so long it’s making me crazy,” Ryan groaned, his hands cupping her ass and spreading the cheeks wide so he could see his cock sliding up and down the length of her slit. Her pink rosebud winked up at him and he licked his right thumb moist, before sending it one joint deep into her ass ring. She moaned, he swore, his breathing harsh as he stroked in and out of her ass for a few moments till she was shivering and pleading for him to fuck her.
“Love it when you talk dirty, baby,” he crooned, right before he hitched her thong to the far side of her ass. With one single jab of his hips, he sent his shaft deep into her molten walls.
Chapter Eight
Bea’s world shattered into a million fragments when Ryan claimed her. Her whole body shuddered to feel him buried so deep inside her at one go. On the second thrust, he went in even deeper. She moaned on and on, her body bucking forward with each pound from Ryan. Jason guided her mouth back to his throbbing stem, and this way, she was plugged on either side with the two most magnificent cocks she’d ever had in her life.
Their passion, all three of them, was boundless, seamless. It flowed and melted into one another. Ryan stroked in and out of her with steady, blurring thrusts, while Jason shafted her mouth again and again with his straining cock. She loved it all, and wanted more. Their collectiv
e sounds of pleasure rent the air and it sounded like an orgy of thirty, not three. Bea felt shameless; her cries grew louder as Ryan’s plunges came harder, faster, deeper.
But just on that split-second before her second orgasm exploded, he pulled away, withdrawing completing from her clutching walls. She almost shed tears of deprivation, till she realized there was more. Jason had now sat up on the couch. His powerful arms seized her by the waist and then planted her over him, so that she straddled his waist. And just like that, she was impaled on his rock-hard pole. She let out a cry of agonized pleasure as her pussy was pumped up and down his cock. His hands gripped the cheeks of her ass, guiding in the rise and fall that saw her pussy swallowing him up again and again. She threw her head back as he seized the nipple swaying before his face, her fingers buried in his strong shoulder. Once more she was treated to a thorough, most solid fuck, what with Jason finally shedding all restraint and ramping upwards with his hips and driving into her with force. She felt blinded by bliss, unable to perceive anything but the hot demanding cock spearing into her incessantly. She became conscious of Ryan standing behind the couch, close to her head. Instinctively, she reached for his cock, which was pointing straight at her. She felt so wanton yet powerful as she seized the thick staff and tugged it into her mouth. Her lips met bare flesh and she moaned around it, hearing his own deep-throated groan. Lost in a maze of lust, she began to swing and rock her body, riding Jason faster on her way to meet the enormous orgasmic wave heading her way.
“Yeah baby,” he rasped, his hands squeezing tighter on her bouncing ass. “Fuck that cock…ride me till you gush your hot juices all over me. Damn you’re tight…so tight. You’ll milk me dry…”
His words made her moan even louder, and she lost all control. Her hands grasped harder round the base of Ryan’s cock, and she stared up at him with pleading eyes. Her mouth barely managed to get his cock halfway in, but somehow, she could tell he knew what she wanted. He nodded imperceptibly, taking hold of both sides of her head. “Come on, my sweet Bea…let’s do this together,” he said, and her eyes closed dreamily. Yes.
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