The Falling

by Jessie Jones

  The waiter clearing his throat, had the trio looking up as the food arrived at their table. Without a word, a second waiter arrived to refill their glasses before John waved them away. Both men smiled as they watched Gillian drool over the food as she silently clapped her hands. Each man's dick hardened in their pants at the moans coming from her mouth as she bit into her food. What made their cocks even harder, was the innocent way she licked the sauce from her lips before wiping it demurely with a cloth.

  "This food is so good! I'll definitely need to go for a run tomorrow." Gillian grinned, taking a drink of her wine. When neither man responded, she looked at them. Seeing they were both staring at her instead of eating, she asked, "Aren't you guys going to eat?"

  "We'd rather watch you." John smiled, wiggling his eyebrows at his kitten. "You're so fucking sexy when you eat, love." The Brit then leaned over and ran his tongue across her lips.

  Just as John finished licking her lips, Gillian felt Patrick's finger lift her chin up and over so she could face him. Not wanting to be ignored, the Irishman kissed her lips gently. He softly laughed when he saw the glazed look of passion in her green eyes. Placing a chaste kiss on the corner of her mouth, he said, "You missed a spot, lovey. You need to be more careful. I would hate to see you get something on that dress."

  "I think kitten might want us to take it off, boyo," John said, smiling at his mate. Then, in Gaelic, he added, "We'll let her enjoy her dinner, then we will enjoy dessert at the theater."

  "Okay, new rule, boys," Gillian replied, rolling her eyes as she ate her dinner. "When the three of us are together, we speak in English. I know you two are talking about me."

  "Of course, we are." John grinned, the dimples making his face almost boyish in appearance. "What else would we talk about?"

  "Oh, I don't know. Maybe something other than having sex with me," Gillian said demurely before taking another bite of her food.

  "Johnny, let's humor her a little, shall we?" Patrick replied as he cut into his wagyu beef. Before putting the bite into his mouth, he looked at Gillian and said, "Tell us about your childhood, sweetheart. Did you have many friends?"

  "I'm sorry, but there isn't much to tell," Gillian said, wiping her mouth with the cloth. "I was kind of a loner. The friends I did have at school were mostly male, but those relationships didn't carry over to home because Uncle Gary didn't want anyone coming over. I did okay, though, even without friends. I talked to myself a lot and daydreamed while playing in the woods. I do remember, though, that Gary had an old motorcycle that he would break out when he was sober. He would put me on the back of it, and we would ride for hours through the backwoods. Being on that motorcycle made me feel so free! I have always wanted to have my own bike, but it's just never been the right time to buy one. Have either or you ever ridden a motorcycle?"

  Patrick and John both smiled at each other before the British billionaire said, "Actually, Pat and I ride all the time, kitten. Together, we have a rather large, extensive collection of bikes. Now that I know you like them, I'll have to see to it that we go for a ride."

  "And a nice hard shag," Patrick replied, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. His fingers traced one large breast through her dress. She mouthed the word "behave" to him before she pushed his hand away. The Irishman, not to be ignored, gripped her neck and placed a kiss on her lips. Breaking the kiss, he hungrily whispered, "Or, we could just do it right here."

  "Pump the brakes, baby. We have all night," Gillian teased playfully before placing a chaste kiss on the Irishman's lips. She was fighting for control of her own emotions as her clit pulsed in her underwear, but she would be damned if she would let them know that.

  Patrick clenched his jaw and growled in frustration before he picked up his glass and downed its contents. He couldn't wait until they were done with dinner. The Irishman was going to carry her to the limo and fuck her hard. The longer he sat beside her, the harder it was to control himself. Patrick wanted Gillian to enjoy herself, but damn, couldn't she hurry and eat her food?

  "You mentioned that most of your friends were male," John said, gaining Gillian's attention back to him. "I imagine that men have been chasing you most of your adult life."

  "I've never had trouble getting attention from men if that's what you mean. However, just because they chase, doesn't mean I let them have the prize."

  "Tell me about your first time," John said, playing with the silken strands of her midnight hair. He envied the guy who had taken her virginity. How John wished he had been the lucky one.

  "Well, I was twenty-years-old and in Greece on a study abroad trip." Gillian smiled fondly, thinking of her college years. "I met this guy, Christophe, who was our tour guide of sorts while there. Needless to say, we liked each other and went out on a couple dates. The sex was meh, at best. It sure wasn't the stuff that poets write about or people die over. I didn't learn how much fun sex could be until I met Benjamin."

  "Who the fuck is Benjamin?" John asked, hating the smile playing on her lips as she thought of another man. He wanted to be the only one who brought a smile to her face.

  "No one to concern yourself with, Pooh Bear. The relationship ended several years ago," Gillian reassured him before placing another kiss on his lips. "Benjamin and I had a friends-with-benefits kind of thing for about three years. He was big, handsome, and successful, and although he tried to take the relationship farther, we were never more than just friends. Benji gave me my first orgasm, though."

  "What happened to the bastard?"

  "I'm not sure what happened to him. I moved away and just lost contact with him." Gillian shrugged in response. Scooting closer to John, she could tell talking about another man bothered him. She still could not believe that a man as beautiful and successful as John would have any insecurities. Taking his bearded face between her hands, Gillian ran her tongue along his lips before she whispered, "Don't worry, Bear. I love you, baby. You're all I want and need."

  "I'd better be, kitten," the Brit growled before he smashed his mouth to hers in a hot, demanding kiss. He was not surprised to see his best mate behind Gillian, nibbling on her exposed shoulder. John felt his control slip when her small, porcelain hand slid down his expensive black suit and began to massage the huge erection in his pants. Damn, this woman drove him insane! Breaking the kiss, John whispered, "I love you too."

  "Let me take care of you and Patrick, Bear," Gillian moaned, loving the feel of both men on her. Her pussy was dripping wet with need. She wanted these men so badly, but she was determined to keep her damn dress on, at least for now. "Let me take the edge off."

  "What did you have in mind, love?" Patrick asked by her ear, his eyes briefly touching John's a moment. The Irishman saw the same dark lust in his brother's eyes that he was feeling.

  "You two sit back in the booth," Gillian almost purred, nibbling on her bottom lip. As they did, she watched John motion to Luther and the guards to move away to give them privacy. She looked at both of them and said, "Relax, gentlemen. This is going to feel good, I promise. Just remember, you both owe me later."

  Gillian then grabbed and knotted each man's tie in a hand. Pulling John to her with his tie, she kissed his lips and rubbed her tongue sensually against his. She then playfully pushed him back and released his tie before her hand made its way down his torso to his pants. Unzipping the expensive linen, Gillian pulled his cock out and hungrily looked into his eyes. His mouth again found hers as she began to stroke the tip of the mushroom shaped head. She giggled and bit his bottom lip when she heard the audible groan escape his delicious mouth. As she continued to jerk and stroke John's massive, hard erection, she turned her attention to Patrick, who immediately captured her mouth. Deepening the kiss, Gillian felt John's greedy tongue and lips on her neck as her hand slid down Patrick's muscular body to his big, meaty dick. Just as Gillian pulled out his cock and began to stroke it simultaneously with John's, her British lover demanded a kiss by using his fingers to pull her face to his. And when John
began to mate his tongue with hers, Patrick pulled her face back to his.

  Both men began to pump their hips upward as Gillian stroked their cocks with short, quick movements. They each took turns devouring her mouth and neck as their hands explored her body through the dress. Patrick's head fell back in pure bliss as John freed one breast and began to suck on Gillian's pert, rose colored nipple. The Brit's tongue trailed a path up her chest and neck to begin mating with her tongue again. Both men were on complete and total overload and had never allowed a woman to control them the way Gillian was doing. John and Patrick became so engrossed in the moment when she quickened her strokes that they felt their balls tightening in preparation for orgasm.

  Pulling John's earlobe with her teeth, she whispered, "Are you ready to come for me, Bear?" The Brit only growled in response as beads of sweat rolled down his face. Gillian's clit throbbed painfully in her G-string, and she fought the urge to lift her own skirts and play with her pussy. She, too, wanted to come, but she wanted to please her men even more. Feeling John's teeth nibbling on her jaw as his finger plucked at her nipple, she knew he was ready to explode. Concentrating her quick strokes toward the tip of his cock, she felt the hot, sticky liquid pour over her hand as the orgasm ripped through him. She slowed her hand motions when her British lover bucked and cursed as he continued to spew the salty, cream colored fluid. As John's body began to relax, Gillian turned her attention to Patrick.

  "Your turn, Patrick," Gillian cooed, looking deep into his turquoise eyes. Kissing his lips gently, she pulled back enough to whisper, "Come for me, baby. Come in my hand."

  As if on command, the Irishman shot his load all over Gillian's hand as she began massaging his balls. He smashed his mouth to hers in a sloppy, passionate kiss before he pulled back to look deep into her eyes as his body convulsed and shook with his powerful orgasm. His breathing was heavy, and for a moment, he thought he saw a deeper emotion flash in her eyes before John moved her lips back to him. The Irishman relaxed back in the booth as Gillian's hand returned to his softening erection to play with the mushroom shaped head. Patrick O'Malley was quite sure he was falling in love with Dr. Gillian Morgan.

  "So, did you boys like that?" Gillian purred, placing a gentle kiss on both their lips once more before she released their cocks and stood up. Taking an expensive linen from the dinner table, the beautiful American licked the cum from her fingers before wiping off the rest with the cloth. Tossing it on the table, she looked at them and her heart began to beat wildly in her chest. Each man looked relaxed and well-satisfied, with their softened cocks hanging out of the zipper of their pants. They looked so delicious that they made her mouth and her pussy water. Their eyes hungrily feasted on her as she put her large breast back in her dress. A huge smile played on her lips and a giddy sensation settled in her chest. These men belonged to her, and she still couldn't believe it!

  "Where do you think you're going, kitten?" John asked, his hand shooting out to grab her wrist. He wanted to hold her, but more than that, he wanted to give her pleasure.

  "I'm going to go clean up while you pay the tab," Gillian replied, a breathtaking smile on her ruby lips. "We're going to the theater, remember, and I don't want to be late."

  A devilish grin crossed John's face as he watched the woman he loved saunter away. He quickly motioned for the guards to follow her to the restroom. Hurriedly fixing his pants, he looked at Patrick who also had a shit eating grin on his face. "Looks like tonight is going to be interesting, boyo. Think you're ready?"

  "I'm always ready, mate. Let's get this started."

  Chapter 9

  The lights dimmed in the London theater as intermission ended and the second half of the musical began. Gillian sat between her two favorite men with a beautiful smile on her face. For the first time in her life, she was feeling loved, happy, and carefree. John and Patrick had made sure that they were seated in a very secluded royal box that overlooked the crowd and the stage below. Gillian's British lover had assured her the separation was due to the paparazzi, but she was sure it was done so each man could steal kisses and caresses throughout the play. Neither man had been able to keep their hands off her since she had arrived at the restaurant, and she couldn't get over how affectionate John had been. Even now, his hand was under her skirt on her bare thigh, and he occasionally leaned over and nuzzled her face and neck with kisses. Patrick was no different. The Irishman touched and embraced her often. Those touches were followed with sweet words and his hot mouth trailing a path from her shoulder to her lips. The grin on Gillian's face widened as she thought about the limo ride from the restaurant. Both men had taken turns eating her pussy and she had orgasmed at least three times. John had made sure that her dress had not come off, at least all the way. Even now, she sat with no panties on. Good thing no one saw the trio come in the back way.

  "Are you enjoying the show, kitten?" John asked in her ear before playfully nibbling on the lobe.

  "Yes, I am." She smiled, kissing his lips. "I love it, Bear, thank you. I have never had someone treat me so kindly."

  "Well, get used to it, love. The world now belongs to you. No one will ever hurt you again."

  "I love you so much, Pooh Bear," Gillian sighed, lightly kissing his lips again. John had no idea how he really made her feel. The emotions were so intense that they were overwhelming at times.

  "Not as much as I love you," John replied, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. The passion and emotions that he had for Gillian made his heart swell. He still could not believe that his kitten had jacked him off in the middle of a crowded restaurant. John had never allowed a woman to do that to him, but then again, Gillian broke all the rules. He couldn't wait to get her out of the theater and into the carriage he had secured for the two of them, but right now, he had something else in mind.

  Gillian felt Patrick's long, slender fingers slip under her chin and turn her head to him. He ran a pink tongue along her red lips before kissing her softly. His hands slid behind her back, and before she knew what was happening, she was pulled into his arms for a loving embrace. When Patrick finally broke the kiss, he whispered, "Forgive me, sweetheart, but I have something I need to do. I promise, though, that I will see you later."

  "Patrick, you can't leave," Gillian said, looking deep into his turquoise eyes. "I thought the three of us were spending the night together."

  "We are, sweetheart," Patrick replied, deeply touched that she wanted him to stay. "There is something that I have to do to ensure the rest of your evening goes as planned. Plus, John wants a little alone time with you, so I am going to give it to him."

  "Is that my surprise you're going off to prepare?" Gillian smiled, locking Patrick's hand in hers. When he nodded yes, she took her free hand and pulled him toward her with his tie. She then smashed her lips to his in a hungry, demanding kiss that had Patrick's dick immediately going hard. Breathlessly, she pulled back and said, "Promise me you'll return?"

  "I promise, lovey. You have my word as an Irishman."

  "Kitten," John whispered in Gillian's ear as Patrick's mouth found her jaw. She could suddenly feel the Brit's hands cup her breasts through her dress. "Since Pat is momentarily leaving us, I want you to ride him while you take my cock into your mouth."

  The gasp caught in her throat as she barely replied, "But, Bear…we're not alone. What if someone sees us?"

  "No one will see us, sweetheart. They are watching the play," John reassured her as one hand began pulling up her dress. "Just in case, though, you'll have to be quiet, kitten."

  Gillian chewed on her lower lip as John's hand slid up her inner thigh and found her pulsing clit. She spread her legs wide to give the Brit more room to her core. When she met Patrick's passion filled eyes, he smashed his mouth against hers as John made slow circles around the nub and nibbled her neck. Gillian's small hand quickly found Patrick's massive erection in his pants. Unzipping them, she pulled out his thick, long cock and began rubbing the head. Feeling the precum on its slit made Gil
lian's pussy throb harder with anticipation and need.

  "Make love to Patrick, kitten. Let me watch you fuck him," John commanded, pulling his own thick, hard cock out of his pants. "I want your eyes on mine, understand?"

  "Y-yes," Gillian breathlessly responded, her body on overload with the intense pleasure both men were causing her. She could not believe that she was going to have sex in a crowded theater, but she was. Gillian loved feeling naughty!

  Patrick and John pulled back and quickly arranged things in the box. Gillian quickly found the Irishman stroking himself as his eyes hungrily feasted on her bare pussy. He motioned for her to come to him with his finger, but before she could, she was roughly pulled back by her hair and slammed against John's chest.

  The fingers of John's free hand found her pussy and began massaging her clit again. In her ear, he growled, "Keep your eyes on me, kitten, and don't come until I tell you to. Who does this pussy belong to?"

  "You, Pooh Bear. My pussy belongs to you."

  "Good girl," John said, an evil grin playing on his lips before he slapped her well-manicured pussy. As she gasped, he said, "Now turn around and let me tie your hands." When Gillian did as the Brit ordered, he grabbed her hands and bound them together, using the tie he was wearing. Knotting it securely so she could not move her hands, John smiled. "Your submissiveness pleases me, kitten. You'll be rewarded for that later."

  John then mouthed "I love you" before he gently guided her back to Patrick. As she straddled the Irishman's thick, muscular thighs, her pussy dripped with wetness on the beautiful cock that lay outside his expensive pants. John placed a chaste kiss on her lips before she felt the Irishman grip her waist and ease her down onto his giant erection. They both moaned in unison when Gillian was fully embedded on Patrick's dick. The stunning American lifted her passion glazed eyes and hungrily licked her lips as she watched John lean back against the wall and begin to stroke himself. Gillian watched her handsome British lover intently as he stroked his cock with long, slow motions as Patrick pulled her breasts free from the dress and nibbled on her shoulder.