The Falling

by Jessie Jones

  "Oh, John," Gillian said, wiping the tears from her eyes. Her heart ached for the Brit. "I'm so sorry, baby. You didn't deserve that. No one does!"

  "I know that, love, but it's nice to hear also." John smiled, not sure if he could handle Gillian's sympathy or empathy. He had told her the story simply to help her understand his relationship with Patrick. "As you know, when you're beaten down and told you are no good your whole life, you find yourself believing it at times. I have fought my way to the top of the heap and demanded the title of king, even if I'm hated for it."

  "Well, you're my king, Pooh Bear," Gillian responded softly, cuddling closer to his chest once again. "No one will ever hurt you again, babe. I'll make sure of that."

  "Is that so?" John asked, sitting up in his seat and maneuvering Gillian so she straddled his lap. He then began to massage her bottom before spreading apart the cheeks. In a husky, deep voice, he said, "Why don't you show me exactly how you treat your king, kitten?"

  Feeling naughty and needing John inside of her, Gillian lowered her gaze and responded in a fake accent, "But, sire, I'm just a servant. What if the queen catches us together? She will surely have me beaten to death."

  As he raised a brow at her, John's cock immediately hardened. His kitten clearly wanted to role play and he, of course, would give her anything that she wanted. John knew his beautiful American had a dark side. Lifting her chin to look into her eyes, he said, "You would defy your king, servant?"

  "No, sire, never," Gillian said, playing along. She could tell that John was highly aroused by the look in his eyes. She also felt how aroused he was by the big bulge resting between her legs. "I would never defy you, Your Majesty, but I do fear the queen."

  "I will deal with the queen, girl. You will deal with my prick," John said, pretending to be indignant. Loosely gripping her neck, the Brit pulled Gillian forward so her lips were almost touching his. "Ride my cock, but first, remove your dress. The king would like to come inside your lovely cunt."

  "Yes, sire," Gillian replied obediently as she slowly pulled the expensive designer dress over her head. Her rose colored nipples immediately hardened from the cold air coming into the carriage. Her emerald eyes turned a dark shade of blue as she watched John pull off his suit jacket and begin unbuttoning his white shirt. Gillian's pussy wept with need when her eyes feasted on his broad, muscular chest that was covered with tattoos and dark hair. Her hands immediately went there and began kneading the muscles. Gillian's pink, wet tongue found one male nipple and she playfully bit at the nub before licking it. John's sharp intake of breath told her how much he liked it.

  John's eyes closed and his heart started to beat frantically as Gillian used her mouth to play with his chest. One hand began to unbuckle his pants as the other one began to slowly rub her warm, wet folds. His breath caught in his throat when she nibbled a path up his chest and neck with her teeth. At his neck, Gillian ran her tongue up the pulsing vein. When she got to his mouth, the American rubbed the tip of his large cock against the entrance of her core as she slowly began to kiss his lips. A tortured moan escaped his mouth and was captured by hers as she fully embedded her pussy on his dick. John felt a shiver of pleasure go through his body when she began to slowly ride him, leaving only the tip in before sliding back down.

  "Does Your Majesty like the feel of my pussy on his royal cock?" Gillian asked, rubbing her face against his neck. She inhaled his clean, masculine scent as his hands found her bottom and squeezed the cheeks.

  "Your cunt feels amazing," John groaned, loving the way she was rubbing against him like a well-fed cat. He felt his balls tighten slightly as they hugged her bottom when she eased herself back down his cock. When Gillian went to kiss his lips, John's hand knotted her hair and jerked her head back. Gillian gasped loudly at the discomfort but purred softly when John's tongue pulled at her earlobe. In her ear, he growled, "You dare kiss the king on the lips, servant? I told you to ride me, not kiss me."

  "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. Please forgive me," Gillian breathlessly replied, grinding her hips against John's. She felt the pleasure building deep inside her core as his fully embedded cock hit her G-spot. Needing to find her release, Gillian began to quicken her pace and ride him faster.

  "That's it, sweetheart. Fuck me hard," John grunted in pleasure. He gripped her round, porcelain breasts in his hands as she rode his cock. He watched her beautiful face as she chewed on her lower lip and pulled his hair with her hands. John loved watching his kitten find her release. The woman was so honest with her emotions and beyond stunning to watch.

  Gillian whimpered in ecstasy as she made love to John. She could not believe the rush of emotions coursing through her as he aided her movements. The faster she rode her lover, the harder his cock hit her G-spot. With one last pump of her hips, Gillian cried out as she exploded. Just as she orgasmed, John found his own pleasure and came deep inside her womb. She hugged him close to her breasts as wave after wave of sensations overtook her and her vaginal walls pulsed with release. The pulsing of kitten's sweet cunt had John's dick convulsing as well. The couple held each other tightly as they let the rapture and contentment of the orgasm wrack through their bodies. As the sensations began to subside, Gillian eased her hold on John and quickly found his lips with hers. The two of them simply held and caressed each other as they deepened the kiss. John and Gillian were so engrossed in each other that they did not feel the carriage come to a stop.

  "Uh, boss man," Luther said, keeping his eyes on the road ahead, giving John and Gillian their privacy. "We're here, mate."

  John sighed in total bliss as he broke the kiss and nuzzled Gillian's neck. "Kitten, you are amazing. I love you so much."

  A small giggle escaped her lips before she kissed him again and leaned back to look at him. "I love you too, Your Majesty."

  John chuckled, hugging her to him again. He tucked a fallen strand behind her ear as he said, "I'm sorry that I messed up your hair and that lovely dress you were wearing."

  "No, you're not, you liar!" Gillian laughed, playfully punching his chest. "You would have stripped me down at the restaurant if you could have."

  "Guilty." John smiled, kissing her once again. When the sound of her stomach growling broke the silence, he said, "Was that your stomach?" When Gillian nodded her head yes, the British billionaire said, "Well then, let's feed that beast. My kitten needs her energy, especially if she is going to keep up with me tonight."

  Chapter 10

  John poured his kitten a glass of champagne as he watched Patrick feed her chocolate-covered strawberries while the soft music played around them. A grin sat on his lips as he watched Gillian moan in ecstasy before the Irishman kissed her lips. She hid her delectable, naked, porcelain body under the thick blanket she had taken from the carriage. John had been impressed with the romantic setup Patrick had made for them. The couple had arrived to see a large, plaid blanket, littered with edibles and wine, laid out on the hillside facing the London skyline. There was also an all-male, string quartet orchestra playing classical music and no one for at least a mile in all directions, thanks to the Irishman boxing off the area. The moon danced in and out of the clouds, and the cold December wind that had blown earlier had almost completely stopped. The three of them had sat and talked and eaten for an hour or so, and everyone was very relaxed. Although it was chilly outside, the evening was perfect.

  Walking over to the blanket where Patrick and Gillian sat intimately talking, John sat down on the blanket and handed her the glass. The Brit kissed her lips before he allowed his woman to drink the sparkling liquid. The smile still on his lips, he asked, "Are you enjoying yourself, kitten?"

  "This evening has been amazing!" She giggled, loving every minute of her time with John and Patrick. "I can't believe you two have gone to all this trouble for me. I feel like a queen."

  "You are a queen, lovey." John smiled, wrapping his arms around her. "Didn't we establish that in the carriage, just a moment ago?"

  "Um, I believe
I was the servant, Mr. Kenric, and not the queen." Gillian grinned, leaning her head back to kiss his lips.

  "Didn't the king come in your sweet pussy, kitten?" the Brit asked in her ear before playfully pulling at the lobe. "That makes you royalty by default."

  Gillian laughed as she rolled her emerald eyes. She absolutely loved this playful side of John. He was an extremely gorgeous man, but even more so when he was relaxed.

  "What the hell are you two talking about?" Patrick asked curiously, loving the brilliant smile on her face and the sound of her husky laughter. He also liked the blush spreading across her cheeks.

  "Kitten and I did some role playing in the carriage, mate. She was a young maiden who serviced her loving king. I wish you could have been there to be a part of it but… " John responded nonchalantly, knowing full well that Patrick loved to engage in sexual role play. The British billionaire also knew by the look on the Irishman's face that, inwardly, he was pissed that he had missed it. Just to rub it in a little more, John licked his lips and lifted his own champagne glass, saying, "Long live the king."

  "You fucking bastard," Patrick growled, his turquoise eyes turning a slight silver hue. How the hell did he miss role playing with Gillian? John knew that he liked to role play and would give his left nut to do so with the American.

  "Patrick, are you upset?" Gillian asked, reaching her hand out of the blanket to grab his. Why the hell would the Irishman be upset with her and John for having sex in the carriage?

  "Aye, a little," The Irishman honestly answered as his eyes met hers. Seeing the confused look on her face, Patrick reached out to stroke her flawless face. "I'm not angry at you, love, but John is being a bloody numpty. You, sweetheart, must promise me that we'll role play soon. There are many things I plan on doing to you sexually, but that is the top activity on my list. I have already purchased outfits for you to wear."

  "Why, Mr. O'Malley," Gillian said, feigning shock as she snuggled back into John. "I had no idea that you could be so perverse. Exactly what role would you like for me to play?"

  Patrick chuckled at her faux surprise. She had such a natural way of easing tension between John and himself. Needing her touch, the Irishman kissed her lips as his hand undid the clip holding up her midnight hair. Breaking the kiss, Patrick pulled back and said, "I can think of quite a few, actually. Schoolgirl, nurse, secretary…those are the three that I already have purchased. My fantasy would be to see you dressed up, tied up, and my cock buried deep in your wet cunt. Would you like that?"

  Gillian felt heat spread across her cheeks as Patrick's gaze turned hot and intense. Slowly nodding her head yes, her pussy immediately became wet and her clit began to pulse as he spoke. She had secretly always wanted to role play, and she was so glad John had been receptive to it in the carriage. Gillian felt John's cold hands sneak into her blanket and begin to pluck at her nipples. Her eyes filled with lust as she watched Patrick begin to remove his tie and jacket. What the hell were these two planning?

  "Does kitten want to come out and play with us?" John asked huskily in her ear as he opened the blanket wide so only Patrick could feast on Gillian's naked form. The Brit watched the Irishman's gaze lock on Gillian's glistening, wet cunt. As Patrick got up on his knees to remove his shirt, a devilish grin crossed John's face as his American began to squirm in his arms. His hands spread her legs open wider before his fingers found the nub between her pussy lips. "Tell Pat what you want him to do, baby."

  "I want Patrick to lick my pussy," Gillian whispered breathlessly, her body on fire despite the cold night air. Nervously, her eyes darted around her as she added, "But the orchestra, baby. They are watching us."

  John snapped his fingers. Luther appeared and quickly escorted the men from the threesome lying on the ground. Not one of them dared to look back at the intimate portrait the trio painted but all wanted to.

  Knowing the African guard would ensure their silence, he said to Gillian, "The orchestra is gone, kitten. Now, tell Pat what you want again."

  Gillian's eyes locked with the Irishman as she said, "I want you to lick my pussy, Patrick."

  The golden Adonis said nothing to Gillian as he smiled and lay down on his muscular stomach between her opened legs. He then looped his bulky arms around her thighs and pulled her bottom forward slightly so he could access her delicious cunt. Patrick lifted his eyes a moment as he placed a kiss on each inner thigh before slowly running his tongue up her glistening pussy lips. He chuckled when Gillian moaned and a shiver ran through her lush body. His eyes once again found hers when her fingers found his blond, curly hair. In a husky, deep accent, Patrick said, "Tell me again what you want, kitty."

  "I want you to eat my pussy, baby."

  Patrick smiled once more before his mouth again found her cunt. As the Irishman lapped at her clit, John devoured her mouth and pulled at her nipples. Gillian felt herself coming undone as the men pleasured her. Just as John's tongue mated with hers, two of Patrick's fingers began to slide in and out of her core as he licked and nibbled at her clit. Gillian threw one arm back to grip John's hair and deepen the kiss as her hips thrust upward to meet Patrick's hot mouth.

  Gillian cried out in discomfort and broke the kiss when John slapped her left breast. She felt her body on the edge of an orgasm as Patrick fucked her with his mouth and fingers. Gripping his blond hair, she pushed his handsome face deeper into her core. "Make me come, baby, please. I need to come, Patrick." Just then, the Irishman quickened the pace of his fingers and sucked her clit deep into his mouth. When he did this, Gillian cried out as the intense wave of pleasure crashed over her and she came into Patrick's mouth. He lapped up the salty foam as her vaginal walls quivered and convulsed and she rubbed her core against his gorgeous face. Gillian roughly pulled John's head down to smash her lips against his as the potency of the orgasm coursed through her body. As the sensation subsided, she felt Patrick placing kisses on the insides of her thighs before he trailed a path up her stomach to her breasts and then to her neck. The Irishman broke her kiss with John by pulling her up out of his arms to cuddle her in his own.

  John sat a moment and watched his kitten cuddle into Patrick after finding her pleasure. His eyes roamed over her perfect body and rested on her wide, succulent ass, and his heart swelled with love when she broke the kiss with his best mate to turn and look at him. John felt his cock grow even larger as she seductively crawled the short distance between him and Patrick. As she made her way toward him, Gillian chewed on her bottom lip and her emerald eyes beckoned John to touch her. If she only knew what a seductive picture she painted, the British billionaire thought to himself. John was absolutely smitten with this woman, and he again thanked his creator for bringing her into his life.

  When Gillian reached John, she threw her arms around his neck. After placing a chaste kiss on his lips, the American looked over her shoulder to beckon Patrick closer with her eyes. Feeling the Irishman kneeling behind her and placing a kiss on the top of her spine, Gillian said in a feminine, gravelly voice, "I want you both to fuck me, but first, I want to explore your bodies. I want you both to lie back on the blanket with your hands tucked behind your heads."

  "Are we trying to top again, kitten?" John asked, his hands roaming over her body as he nuzzled her neck. "You know how I hate that. If I didn't know better, I would think that you like being punished."

  "I think she does, mate," Patrick replied, nibbling on her shoulder as he smacked his exposed, hardened cock against her bare ass. "I say we show her who she belongs to."

  "No, please," Gillian moaned on an exhale as John fingered her sore, tired clit and Patrick rubbed his cock in between her ass cheeks. In between gasps of pleasure and pure frustration, she said, "I'm not topping; I want to play with…both of you."

  John and Patrick smiled at each other over Gillian's shoulder as her head fell back against the Irishman's chest and she closed her eyes.

  "Open your eyes, kitten, and look at me," John commanded softly. When she did, the Brit
added, "We'll lie back on the blanket, but our hands will remain free." Kissing her pouting lips, he then said, "Sulking won't help you. My offer stands."

  "Fine. Your hands can remain free," Gillian responded, suddenly feeling the crisp, frigid air brushing against her bare skin. She grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around herself as John and Patrick both lay back on the quilt. Her eyes feasted on their bare, tattooed chests and trailed down their muscular stomachs to the patches of hair covering big, beautiful, erect cocks. Just as she crawled toward them, she felt the blanket being pulled away. As she covered her hands over her breasts, she exclaimed, "Hey, give that back, Bear! I'm freezing!"

  "You won't be for long," John assured her in a growl, his eyes blackened with lust as they traveled over her exotic form. "If you want us on our backs, woman, then you keep the blanket off."

  "Well, just for that, Mr. Kenric," Gillian replied as she crawled toward Patrick. Straddling one massive thigh, her hot, wet tongue licked his lips before trailing a path down his chest. The Irishman swore and sucked in a breath when her teeth pulled at his hard male nipples before making a slow path down his stomach and happy trail, to his cock. Without touching the large member that lay on his lower abdomen, Gillian ran her tongue up the veiny underside before licking the slit on the mushroom shaped head. "Mm, Mr. O'Malley," the stunning American said over her shoulder as she looked at John who had his own cock out and was stroking it. "I love the way you taste."