by Harper West
When Harry’s orgasm finishes, he collapses, dragging her down on top of him. I fall to the grass on her other side, panting. Julia stares between us, her lips pulled up in a small, satisfied smile. I’m exhausted, and I can tell Harry is too, but my balls are still full of cum and I know in a few minutes I’ll want to fuck her again. I could fuck her all the time.
She runs a finger lazily over my cum coating her chest and navel, and then slips a cum-coated finger into her mouth, tasting me. I watch, rapt as she runs her tongue over the finger, lapping up the last of my cum.
“You taste so good,” she breathes. “Fuck, I wish I could have swallowed.”
And then I’m hard again, unbelievably, impossibly erect and dying to fuck. I slip a hand to her pussy to feel if there’s wetness there. It’s soaked in cum, but I find a new heat there. She’s wet again, wet for us.
“Harry,” I growl. His eyes are roving her naked body and he reluctantly looks away to meet my gaze. “Our jewel wants some more.”
She laughs breathlessly. “I don’t know if I’ve got another one in me.”
Harry tests her pussy and then grins ferally. “Your body says otherwise.”
And then we’re on her again. Harry claims her lips as I twist her hips, so her ass faces me. Her perfect, perfect ass. I lick that naughty hole and she squirms, panting. But Harry and I hold her still as I drag my tongue from her pussy to her asshole, lapping up all of her juices. Her ass is tight, perfectly tight, and I make sure to wet that hole with my tongue before thrusting in a finger. Thrusting a finger right into that virgin ass. It takes a single finger in that ass and my tongue on her clit to make her come again. All of ten seconds.
Her screams shatter the silence of the night, ripping through the air. And she comes, again and again and again. Because Harry and I don’t stop. We can’t stop. Her screams, her perfect body between us, her perfect honeyed pussy… we’re addicted to it.
And when she screams as another orgasm rocks her, Harry lifts her up right onto his dick. My finger slips from her ass and her pussy clenches over his dick. And even though her body is exhausted, and her breath is running ragged, she bounces on him anyway. She rocks that perfect body against him, grazing his chest with her stiff nipples.
I’m as hard as an iron pipe and aching with need. I take my cock in my hand and pump myself while she rides my best friend. Her eyes are wild on me, watching as I pleasure myself. And when I cum all over the grass she groans with ecstasy. And that moan is followed with another orgasm, and I know this is her last one because all she can do is mewl when it hits her.
It hits her and it rides her body and she’s limp against Harry while her body twitches and shudders. She whimpers with pleasure as he comes into her and holds her tightly against him. He bounces her then, using her to pump his cock because she’s too exhausted to grind against him any longer. And it drags out her orgasm, her lips slightly parted as she pants wildly.
And I fucking come again.
Chapter 16
Julia
It’s been a week since Ryker and Harry spirited me away to Ryker’s castle. A week of straight fucking and perfection. I imagine we’ve made love over every inch of this castle, but then again, the castle is bigger than it looks. I lost count after the third day, knowing I could never keep track of how many times we’ve fucked, or where. Half the time, I forget where I am completely.
After that woman, Kathryn, left, they chased me to the gardens and fucked me right there under the moon. It was the most magical moment of my life, but somehow, they always seem to top our last bout of sex with more pleasure than the last. At first, I was worried that I really was a slut. After all, isn’t it wrong to sleep with two men at once? I always thought it was, until I met Harry and Ryker. I’m getting attached to them, maybe too attached considering I have to return to the United States eventually. But I can’t leave them yet, and I can’t back off.
We spend our days fucking in my room, their rooms, my beautiful bathtub, or my favorite place: Ryker’s throne. And in-between the lovemaking Harry and Ryker are working. It takes a lot of time to run a province. Harry works remotely out of Ryker’s office, one room we have yet to christen. And while they work I wait for them, I wander the castle and have even made a few trips to the village down the mountain. The days and nights are too short, especially since we can’t spend every single moment together.
And then there’s the women.
Every day, a new woman has come knocking at Ryker’s door. He and Harry send them away quickly, they’re never here long. But it’s enough to make my stomach clench every time the butler arrives while we’re together.
I’ve managed to sneak a peak at a few of them. They’re all gorgeous, wealthy, and poised. I imagine they’re nobility as well. I asked Harry once, because he seems like an open book, but he deflected my question expertly. They both have. The truth is, I’m not sure if I can trust them, although I do implicitly. At first, I thought one of them was married to Kathryn, but with the never-ending parade of women, I don’t know what to think.
I’m in the library now, waiting for them to send away yet another woman. Most of them take it well, but some, like Kathryn, get a bit…expressive. Ever since her arrival and the words she spit at me, Harry and Ryker insisted that I stay out of sigh when the women arrive. I know they’re trying to protect me, to avoid another incident like the one with Kathryn.
It makes me feel like a dirty secret.
A part of me finds that undeniably sexy. A secret, forbidden love. But the reality is much less sweet. I sigh, running a hand over the spines of some boring looking texts. Ryker sent me in here, telling me to find a good book, but I can’t concentrate enough to even search the titles for something interesting. It’s a massive room, filled with rows and rows of bookshelves. Bigger even than a library at home.
Suddenly, the door opens softly, and Ryker enters. I turn away from the bookcase to look at him. His grey eyes fall on me and soften instantly. I can already feel my panties getting wet, simply from being in the same room as him. They both have that effect on me. I think it’s a side-effect of fucking them so often. Like one of Pavlov’s experiments, my body is trained to become aroused when either of them so much as breath in the same room as me.
I smile and lean back against the bookshelf, tucking my arms behind me. I know this stance will bring his attention to my breasts, and I simply can’t resist. Even if I am a little mad at him. At both of them for harboring whatever secret they have about the women. But when I’m with them, I forget all about it. It’s just me and Harry and Ryker. Naked and rolling in the sheets together.
His cock is already stiff, pressing against the zipper of his trousers. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbow, and his tie is loose. Even at home, Ryker and Harry dress in a suit and tie. It’s a very sexy look. Usually put together, I’m surprised to see him looking so disheveled. Although it suits him. It really does.
“Find anything good?” he asks, approaching me with a cocky smile.
“Not yet,” I say, tilting my head to the side. “Any suggestions?”
He moves to wrap his arms around me, but I dodge him, dancing away. “Well I would suggest the Kama Sutra, but I don’t think we need any help in that department,” he teases.
“No, I don’t think we do,” I agree. But my smile falls when I remember that moments ago there was another woman in the castle. This time, I won’t ignore it. This time I’ll make them come clean, they owe me that much.
He notices, his brows bunched together with confusion. “What’s wrong?”
“Ryker, I want to know why all these women keep coming here,” I say. I’m worried if I push the issue that he and Harry will push me away, but I need to know. So, I risk it. “Every day there’s a new noblewoman and you and Harry won’t tell me what they’re doing here. Are you married? Engaged? I don’t understand.”
He drags a hand over his smooth and clean-shaved jaw. “No, I’m not married or engaged, I promise. It’s
complicated.”
“Nothing is really complicated,” I say, arching a brow. And it’s true. I once would have said that being in a relationship with two men at once is complicated, but this experience has proved otherwise.
“Julia.” He takes my hands in his. “It’s nothing for you to worry about, matters of government. I promise.”
I loose a breath. “You swear?”
“All the fucking time,” he teases lightly. But under my stern gaze he folds. “Yes, I swear to you. Nothing is going to jeopardize what we have.”
I drop my eyes to the floor. “Except that I leave in two weeks. Back to the States.”
He lifts my chin with a gentle finger and presses a light kiss to my lips. “Let’s not think of it.”
I accept his kiss, my heart melting under his touch. Despite his cold demeanor, Ryker is tender and loving. And I don’t want to think about leaving the two of them. Instead, I fantasize about being with them, forever. Like a school girl with her first love, I’m in deep. Suddenly, the door slams open and Harry saunters through, his hands stuff in his pockets.
“Two lovebirds?” He cocks a brow. “Oh, the betrayal.”
I laugh at his teasing and reach for him. “We never would have tried anything without you.”
“Speak for yourself,” Ryker murmurs, running a hand down my spine.
I’m wearing a pastel green sun dress today, one that I had saved for when we visited the French Riviera. But today is warm and the sun is bright, and I couldn’t resist the little number. Ryker and Harry seemed to appreciate it this morning before we were interrupted by another visitor.
The thought would sober me, but Harry and Ryker have other sensations in mind. Every time I wear underwear, Ryker has taken to snitching them and stuffing them in his pockets. So, today, I decided to go without. He doesn’t know that yet, but he will. Now, I can feel my pussy juices on the insides of my thighs as I go wet under their sensual gazes.
They move towards me at the same time, but I dart away. A laugh bubbles out of my chest as they share a confused glance. They take another step towards me, but I bolt behind a bookcase and then I’m off. I sprint through the library with wild abandon as Harry and Ryker give chase behind me.
I weave through the shelves, taking unexpected turns to keep them on their toes. And they’re laughing now, trying to herd me towards the lounge area. I break free of the bookcases and run to the window. There’s a small seating area arranged here to enjoy reading. Or sex.
They close in on me from either side, grinning. I know I’m trapped behind this chair, but the prospect of them catching me sends a thrill of anticipation through me. It was my plan all along, running is only fun for so long. It’s what happens after that’s so enticing. Suddenly, Ryker lunges at me. I squeal and turn to run, but instead I slam into a solid wall of muscles. Harry’s chest. He wraps his arms around me and pins me in place as Ryker joins us.
Harry pins my arms behind my back, nuzzling my neck with his lips. “You think you can get away from us that easily, jewel? We’ll always catch you.”
I wonder then if the two men would ever follow me back to the States. But Ryker interrupts my thoughts when he lifts the skirts of my sundress, exposing my thighs. He hikes it up higher, a soft moan escaping his lips when he sees I’m without a thong. My pussy exposed, he stares hungrily at it.
“Oh, little jewel, no panties?” He rubs a knuckle teasingly over my clit. “Very good girl.”
I can feel Harry’s cock pressing against my backside now and my mind flashes to all of the times Harry and Ryker have slipped a finger in my ass. They haven’t fucked me at the same time yet, both of their cocks in my tight holes, but they will. If I simply ask.
I grind against Harry, Ryker watches appraisingly. “I have a favor to ask of you,” I whisper, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes.
He growls but says nothing, waiting.
“We know what you want,” Harry murmurs, his lips pressed against my ear. “And we will give it to you. But not yet, jewel.”
I sigh and slump against his back. He and Ryker chuckle at the disappointment on my face. “Getting bored?” Ryker asks, arching a brow.
“Never!” I shake my head. I never want them to think that. But for the past few days when they’ve been working… I’ve been rubbing my pussy and imagining them fucking me at once.
Harry’s tongue flicks out over my neck. “You’ve been thinking about it.”
I nod, and I start grinding against him without thinking about it. “Yes,” I breathe.
Ryker is pressed against the front of my body then, sandwiching me between the two of them. His hard cock grinds against my pussy. “Tell us,” he demands.
So, I do. I tell them that I dream about it. I tell them that when I bathe without them, I’ve got two fingers pumping my pussy while I think about it. I tell them that while they work, I’m in my bedroom, or any room, pleasuring myself while I fantasize about the two of them at once.
Harry growls his approval and Ryker smiles down at me predatorially. “We had no idea you were such a greedy girl,” Ryker says, thumbing my stiff nipple over the sun dress.
I moan, the sound slipping from my lips before I can stop it. Ryker’s mouth falls on mine, searing a kiss to my lips. I groan into his lips and he nudges my mouth open with his tongue. I cling to him; his hands cup my cheeks.
Behind me, Harry lifts my dress and I feel the cold air against my ass. He squeezes me tightly and grunts. I hear his buckle and then the hiss of his pants falling to the floor, but I’m too lost in my kiss with Ryker to register the sounds. Until his cock is in my pussy.
He thrusts inside me without hesitation and the sudden move catches me by surprise. I arch into Ryker, gasping raggedly. He grins and then his hands are kneading my breasts over the sun dress and all I want to do is rip it off of me so they can have complete access to my aching body.
Harry is pumping in and out of me, lingering at the entrance of my pussy which each thrust. It’s torture when he hovers there like that, teasing me. My pussy is throbbing, aching and begging for him. “Harry, please,” I pant in between kisses with Ryker. “No more waiting.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
He doesn’t hesitate then, he slams into me. I whimper as he pumps into me from behind, my toes already curling. Ryker is slipping my sun dress off of my shoulders until it hangs around my waist. My breasts free, I know Ryker will stop to admire my stiff nipples before soothing them with his tongue.
I moan when his lips close over a nipple and his tongue flicks against it rhythmically. His hand plays over my clit, lightly, just light enough to tease me. I pant, clutching at him. I want to demand more of them, but they’ll take me how I need to be taken. And they’ll stretch it out so long that by the end of it I’ll feel like my body will snap in two when I orgasm.
“Show us how you like it, baby,” Ryker growls, his thumb rolling over my clit.
I mewl softly because I can’t find the words. I’m lost in the sensation of Harry fucking me from behind and Ryker playing my clit so expertly. It’s amazing that I’m even still on my feet, the pleasure threatens to topple me with each passing second.
“You’re so wet, jewel, so wet for our two big cocks,” Harry says, his lips against my ear.
I jolt against him as his cock hits that sensitive tissue in my pussy. He focuses there, pumping me faster and faster. I groan wildly, not even caring that the windows are wide open for anyone in the back garden to see us. In fact, the thought sends a wave of pleasure through me. I’m no exhibitionist, but the idea of being caught fucking the two of them is exciting, dangerous.
Ryker nips at my breast. “Are you ready to come for us?”
All I can do is nod, because I know I’m on the precipice. And then suddenly, Harry thrusts into me once more, just as Ryker rubs the length of my clit. It sends me over the edge, my orgasm almost topples me. I’m keening for them, my hands clutching desperately to Ryker for support as Harry pounds
and pounds into my pussy.
He fills me with his cum, pouring all of it into me as my orgasm shakes me. He bellows, his hands digging painfully into my hips. But I don’t care, I can hardly feel it as my own pleasure floods through me. And then I’m falling, dropping to my knees as my climax fades. Dropping to me knees in front of Ryker’s swollen, wet cock.
I don’t care that I’m half dressed, that my dress is crumpled around my waist. I don’t care that Harry’s cum is dripping down my legs. I look up at Ryker pleadingly and he drops to his knees in front of me. In one swift move, he’s got me on his dick in reverse cowgirl.
With his hands under my armpits, he bounces me on his cock, groaning with pleasure. And I’m moaning, sighing, panting as his cock in my pussy sends my whole-body pulsing with pleasure.
Harry is standing in front of me, his cock is hard again. And I’m hungry for it. “You want that dick?” he asks, leering at me.
But I can’t speak. The sensation of Ryker’s cock thrusting into me over and over again has made me mute. So, I moan in response and wet my lips with my tongue. He tangles his fingers in my hair and fills my throat with his cock.
I lap up the cum still on his cock and taste my own juices. And then I suck him deep, over and over again. He tugs on my hair, pulling my head back and forth. They manhandle me to their pleasure and mine. Ryker’s hands are lifting me up and down, driving me onto his cock. Harry’s hands are forcing my mouth over his cock into a fast rhythm.
“You like his big cock in your mouth while I fill your pussy?” Ryker pants, one finger reaching around to tweak my nipple.
I gasp in response, the sound muffled by Harry’s member. Harry laughs low and pushes me against him faster. I choke down my gag reflex to take him deep, so I can caress his head with my tongue.
