Ethan raised his eyebrows at her words, then gave a wicked smile. ‘You know, I think you’re absolutely right. Bedroom?’
Alice shook her head. ‘Bollocks to the bedroom. I want you right now, here.’ She swallowed hard – had she really said that? But he’d already looked away from her face and was in the process of retrieving a condom from his wallet. She willed Ethan to rubber up quickly.
Mercifully, he did. She barely had time to look at his cock before he was rubbing it up and down her slick pout, knocking against her clit with each stroke. He grasped his shaft with his index finger and thumb, bringing the head up against her entrance, and was just about to push inside when Alice choked out a hasty, ‘Wait!’
He looked incredibly confused until she grabbed the waistband of her thong and began to wriggle madly. He took the hint and lifted her thighs, helping her as she pulled the material past her ample bottom, then placed her gently back down on the worktop before batting her hands away and dragging the underwear down her legs and dropping it on the floor.
Alice gave a bashful giggle. ‘Thanks. That was in the way. Now, where were we?’
Ethan said nothing. Instead, he captured her mouth in a soul-searing kiss, meaning she couldn’t see what else he was doing. And that happened to be pushing his long, thick cock between her fattened pussy lips, seeking her entrance and inching inside. She moaned into his mouth. The sound seemed to spur him on – suddenly he went from sliding gradually into her slick cunt to gripping her hips and burying himself balls-deep inside her in one desperate movement.
Alice couldn’t help the prolonged moan she made. She was plenty lubricated, so the sudden invasion of Ethan’s cock hadn’t hurt, but it had sure surprised her. Her inner walls stretched to accommodate him, and she squeezed her pelvic floor muscles almost violently, savouring the feeling of the hardness inside her, and smirking against his lips when he groaned.
Jerking her hips impatiently, Alice was delighted when Ethan started to move inside her. He shifted deliberately, rolling his pelvis so his pubic bone stimulated her clit with each movement. She showed her pleasure at his efforts by sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, nibbling it gently as his tongue flicked around her top lip, tickling the sensitive skin. She giggled, reaching her hands around to get a handful of Ethan’s arse. Just because she couldn’t see the goods right now didn’t mean she shouldn’t enjoy them.
And enjoy them she did. As was fitting for a man with his physique, his bum was firm and strong, and the way the muscles flexed as he thrust into her felt totally divine beneath her fingers. She pulled at him, urging him deeper, harder, and jerked away from his mouth with a gasp as he complied, holding on to her tightly so she wouldn’t slip away as he fucked her ferociously on her kitchen counter. Soon to be her ex-kitchen counter.
The fact she’d been celibate for heaven knew how long, combined with her not inconsiderable attraction to Ethan and his obvious skills in the bedroom – well, kitchen – department meant her orgasm approached quickly. Digging her fingernails into his buttocks in the dizzy heights of lust, she yelped as he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts. She hadn’t thought it was possible, and half-wondered if the room would soon be filled with the scent of burning rubber. A laugh bubbled from her lips.
‘Something funny, Alice?’
He looked serious, so she shook her head rapidly, then rested it in the crook between his neck and shoulder, and hung on for dear life as he screwed her. As her climax grew closer, she had to resist the temptation to sink her teeth into his shoulder. He was a big, tough guy and she was sure he could take it, but she didn’t know him well enough for that yet. It might put him off his stride, and she definitely didn’t want that.
Ethan’s breathing became increasingly laboured, which made her think perhaps he was getting close to coming himself. There was no way she wanted him to finish before she did, so she slipped a hand from his arse cheek down between her legs and sought her clit. It didn’t take much finding. It was so engorged that it stood out from her body like a tiny marble, and when she touched it she let out a little yelp because it was so sensitive. She was closer than she thought.
Tilting her head back a little so her lips were close to Ethan’s ear, she whispered, ‘I’m going to come soon. My clit feels like it’s going to explode.’
‘Fuck,’ he said, ‘that’s horny. But I’m glad you told me because I’m getting there too. I normally last much longer, but there’s just something about you …’
Alice gave a wry laugh. ‘That’s what they all say. Now –’
Whatever else she’d been about to say was cut off abruptly as Ethan pulled her off the worktop and seated her even more deeply onto his cock. Then, in a display of what Alice thought must be superhuman ability, he started to thrust up into her. She tightened her grip around the back of his neck with one arm, and used the other to continue to stroking and fiddling with her clit as she was bounced up and down on his shaft like a rag doll.
Soon, the blissful waves of orgasm overtook her. Pleasure coursed through her veins, and her insides felt as though they were being wound tighter and tighter until the dam broke. She yelled her satisfaction into the air, uncaring of the neighbours, and was vaguely aware of Ethan grunting and groaning as the spasms in her cunt tightly gripped and released his cock.
The last ebbs of the wave were flowing out of her, and she was just about to flop her head onto Ethan’s shoulder once more when his own orgasm hit. She looked into his eyes, thrilled by the intensity she saw there as he emptied himself into the condom. His shaft twitched and leapt inside her for a while until he finally sucked in a huge breath and let it out, shakily, before shuffling back towards the work surface and gently lowering her onto it.
He slumped against her chest, their ragged gasps for breath combining and sounding very loud in the silence of the room. She stroked his hair, which was soft and incredibly tuggable. She decided to save that for another time, though. Suddenly, she was very glad there would be other times. Hopefully many of them, and with Jeremy involved too.
Now, if she could only be as enthusiastic about the tasks as she was the men she’d be doing them with, then everything would be perfect.
After a few seconds, Ethan’s voice intruded on her thoughts. ‘I guess we should start packing boxes, eh?’
Sighing, Alice pressed a kiss to Ethan’s hair. ‘Oh yeah. Guess we should. I almost forgot about that.’
Chapter Seven
After doing most of the manual labour involved in getting Alice’s belongings from the car up to her new room in the private wing of Davenport Manor, Ethan left her to it. She felt a little disappointed that he was leaving – she’d been enjoying the sight of him lifting and bending, flexing those muscles, not to mention she was still feeling pretty hot from their earlier encounter.
Heaving a pleased sigh following the toe-curling kiss Ethan had given her as he headed out, Alice closed the door. She didn’t bother locking it – she figured both men had a key anyway, so what was the point? She made a mental note to discuss privacy with them at a later date to avoid any potential embarrassment. Then she began unpacking.
After a while she came to realise that some of her things just didn’t belong in her bedroom, or the en suite. It was kitchen and living room stuff.
Thinking of kitchen stuff, Alice suddenly became aware of the fact she hadn’t eaten since lunchtime. Packing all the items that didn’t belong in her room into one large box, she struggled out of her new living quarters with it, and went in search of Jeremy and Ethan. Conveniently for her, she found them in the kitchen.
‘Ah.’ Jeremy paused in his task of unpacking the grocery shopping. ‘There you are. I was just going to send Ethan up to ask what you wanted for dinner.’
Alice smiled. She could hardly believe what was happening. Lord of the Manor, Jeremy Davenport, asking what she wanted for dinner. It would have been impressive enough had he then relayed her menu choices to a cook, but the fact that he was going to
cook it himself … Well, it was incredibly impressive. She’d never lived with a man – excepting her father, of course – much less one that made her dinner, so the idea that she’d truly fallen on her feet here was not surprising.
A couple of hours later, after a delicious meal and delightful conversation, Alice felt like she was in heaven. She was sandwiched between the two men on the sofa in the sitting room as they relaxed after their dinner. They chatted some more, and watched TV for a while. That was until Jeremy suddenly hit the “off” button on the remote control and stood up. Alice wondered if he was going to bed. She doubted it, as that was no reason to turn the TV off – she and Ethan might have wanted to continue watching it. The way Ethan tensed up beside her reinforced her suspicion that it was something else altogether.
Jeremy fixed her with a stare that could only be described as expectant. Wow, was this the beginning of her first challenge? So soon?
‘Stand up, please,’ Jeremy said. The command – for it was definitely a command, not a request, despite his impeccable manners – was aimed at her, but Ethan stood too.
Jeremy moved over to a dresser at the edge of the room and beckoned them over. He didn’t look happy. Alice’s heart sank. Had he found out about what she and Ethan had done earlier and decided he wasn’t pleased about it? She didn’t see how he could have done, unless Ethan had told him, and she couldn’t see that happening if Ethan thought his friend would be pissed off about it. He also hadn’t asked her to keep quiet, so it clearly wasn’t a secret.
‘Bend over the dresser, please, Alice.’
Looking at him with wide eyes, she was just about to ask why when he raised an eyebrow. Fearful of upsetting him and causing him to call time on their mutually beneficial agreement, she did as he asked.
‘Alice,’ he said softly. She could hear him moving behind her. ‘Press your forehead to the dresser, and keep it there.’
More confused than ever, she complied, feeling ridiculous. She couldn’t stop her brain from working overtime. Surely this wasn’t the first challenge? They weren’t in the right room – if the challenges were listed in order, that was – and she hadn’t seen any of the relevant props. But she supposed there were more than enough hiding places for them in this room. One of the reasons she’d always adored old houses like this was the number of cool hidey-holes scattered throughout.
Hands grasped the hem of her skirt and lifted it up over her waist, exposing her. She was bent far enough over that there was no risk of it slipping back down of its own accord.
‘I’m glad you wore a skirt today, Alice,’ Jeremy said. ‘And I’m sure Ethan is too.’
The two men sniggered behind her back, and she felt her cheeks – the ones on her face – grow hot. Not only were they both staring at her bare backside, they were making subtle references to what she and Ethan had done earlier. So he did know! And, apparently, didn’t mind.
‘I hope you have lots of skirts and dresses,’ Jeremy continued. ‘Because you will be expected to wear them all of the time, unless you’re told otherwise by one of us. And what’s more, you won’t need much underwear, as when you’re wearing skirts or dresses, you will be without knickers or thongs of any kind.’
He laughed, then reached beneath her to tweak a nipple through her clothes. ‘Of course, you won’t be expected to go without a bra. Those big tits of yours can’t be expected to behave without one to keep them in line.’
Alice was both embarrassed and relieved at the same time. Going without knickers would not be pleasant, but at least no one except the three of them would know. If she went without a bra, it would be obvious to everyone. Jeremy was right; her breasts would not behave without one.
‘So, shall we get started?’
It was a question Jeremy clearly wanted answered, but Alice said nothing. She didn’t know what he meant. Get what started? The challenges? Something else?
She heard him sigh. ‘I suppose I’ll have to do it myself, won’t I?’
Hands dragged at the waistband of her thong – for the second time that day – and pulled it down until they hit the floor.
‘Step out of your knickers.’
She did as she was told, knowing it was pointless delaying the inevitable. Whatever Jeremy and Ethan had planned was going to happen, and soon. The anticipation made her shiver with delight.
Jeremy bent down and scooped up the flimsy piece of material. Straining her eyes until it hurt, she could see him hold the knickers up and inspect them. A smile crept onto his face.
‘Well, these have seen an exciting day. They’re much damper than you’d expect from a normal day, anyway. Ethan get you all turned on before he fucked you, did he?’
He’s not the only one who got me hot, she thought. It’s just he’s the only one who did anything about it.
She heard the loud noise before the rest of her senses caught up. Then red-hot pain bloomed across her arse – he’d spanked her!
‘Well,’ Jeremy said, haughtily. ‘Did he?’
She’d almost forgotten the question, but managed to bite back the scream that she wanted to let rip and gave him what he wanted.
‘Yes,’ she said quickly, desperate to avoid another slap. ‘Ethan got me very excited.’
‘How?’
‘W-what?’ He couldn’t seriously expect her to describe exactly what had happened in the kitchen, could he? Especially since he’d no doubt already heard it all from Ethan.
‘You heard. I want to know how Ethan got you excited.’
She racked her brains, trying to recall the exact order of events so she could relate it back without a mistake. She had no doubt that she’d earn another slap on her bum if she got it wrong.
Once she figured it out, she recounted the story. When she’d finished, there was silence for a few seconds, then Jeremy spoke. ‘Well, it seems there’s nothing wrong with your memory. Shall we see if mentally reliving the experience has had an identical physical response to when it actually happened?’
Suddenly there were fingers probing at her pussy. They parted her labia – which, she realised to her horror, were swelling again – and dipped into the warm, wet crevice within. And she was wet. Not quite as much as she’d been before Ethan had screwed her on the worktop, but certainly more so than the normal amount of natural lubricant a woman produces during day-to-day activity. She couldn’t be sure if it was down to the fact they were both staring at her naked crack, because he’d spanked her, or because she was anticipating what was going to happen next. Or all of the above. Her inexperience made her somewhat clueless, so she had no choice but to go with the flow.
The fingers – she couldn’t be sure to which man they belonged – started to stroke up and down her vulva, stopping short of her clit each time until she wanted to grab the hand and guide it to where it was needed, humping it until she climaxed, if necessary.
She didn’t, of course. She knew that would get her nowhere, and would probably result in her having to wait even longer to be touched there, if at all. Instead, she gritted her teeth and waited impatiently.
Her clit and pussy lips engorged further as the teasing continued. As a fingertip brushed against the sensitive bud at the apex of her vulva, she let out an involuntary whimper.
The hand stopped moving, and Jeremy spoke. ‘Horny, are we? Do you want to come?’
She attempted to nod, then realised that was impossible with her forehead pressed against the top of the dresser. Jeremy hadn’t given her permission to move either, so she simply murmured, ‘Yes, please.’
‘Polite, isn’t she?’ Jeremy said, obviously aiming his words at Ethan. ‘What a fast learner she is. Knows she needs to wait for permission,’
‘She sure is,’ the other man said. ‘And responsive too. I mean, look at how wet she is. She’d never say so, but I bet inside she’s absolutely screaming for you to let her come. Or to fuck her. I’m sure she’d be agreeable to either option.’
Jeremy laughed. ‘You’re right. If I didn’t know be
tter, I’d say she was a bit of a slut.’
Alice stopped herself letting out an indignant retort. She knew that’s what he wanted – an excuse to tease her more, to punish her. He knew damn well she was no slut. Or did he? She had, after all, had sex with Ethan on a kitchen counter after knowing him for all of a couple of days. And they hadn’t even been on a date. It hardly counted though, did it? Based on the things on that damn list, even if she hadn’t had an impromptu fuck with the head of security, she’d have ended up having sex with him very soon, anyway. So what did it matter?
It didn’t, she decided. Jeremy was just trying to get a rise out of her. And he was going to be severely disappointed. She was no sexual deviant, like the two of them, but she was tougher than she looked, and she’d put up with anything and everything they threw at her. Rather than lying back and thinking of England, she’d lie back – or kneel, or stand, or crouch doggy-style – and think of her career. All she needed to do was weather this smut storm and she’d be made for life.
The hand between her legs began to move again, and she held in a sigh of relief. Maybe she was going to be allowed to come. But it’d take a while if those fingers kept moving at such a maddeningly slow pace. She’d have to do something to speed things up. So she decided to utilise her most powerful sexual organ – her brain.
She closed her eyes, which immediately helped her focus on the sensations in her groin. Then she cast her mind back to what had happened with Ethan. She recalled how he looked – his trousers and underwear around his ankles; his face a picture of concentration and intensity. Then she remembered the way he’d made her feel. When he kissed her, lifted her onto the work surface, touched her pussy. Fucked her pussy …
This time, the moan was out of her mouth before she could stop it. Her eyes opened wide, and even without being able to see the facial expressions of either man, she knew she was in trouble. The hand between her legs was snatched away, and she heard tutting.
‘Really, Alice. You were doing so well too. I was going to let you come in about a minute, but now you’ve gone and ruined it.’ There wasn’t a hint of humour in Jeremy’s voice, and Alice screwed her face up in frustration, but only because she knew they couldn’t see it. ‘Stand up, please, Alice.’
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