He said level in two sexy syllables. Ooh la la. How lucky was she to have a cowboy and a Frenchman? Who wouldn’t want this fantasy, at least for a night?
Next thing she knew, Joe’s big cock nudged open her cheeks. He spread her thighs wider as Francois took both breasts in his hands. He leaned over and kissed her neck, murmuring something in French. She sucked in her stomach as her slick passage convulsed.
“I want you, darlin’.”
Joe’s words make her salivate. A jar opened. A moment later, he spread a cool, gooey cream around her anus, then plunged in a finger. “I want you to get used to this.”
She wasn’t sure about this taboo act, but his finger did something to her insides. He nudged the opening wider, stretching the unused muscle. She tried to scoot down to take in more of him, but Francois held her tight.
“Be patient, my love,” Francois crooned.
Joe squeezed her upper thighs, and she held her breath for his next move.
Chapter 4
Looking over Jillian’s back at Joe, Frank shook his head. His brother was playing with fire getting so close to her. He mouthed, “No sex.”
Joe eyes squeezed shut, and his jaw tightened. He stepped back, zipped up his pants, and stormed out the door, closing it with a loud bang. Jillian jumped. Fucking brother.
“Joe?” she said.
If Joe messed this gig up, he’d strangle him with his own hands. Frank let go of her tits. “Relax.”
She rolled over, covered herself with the sheet, and took off the mask. Damn. His brother had ruined the most exciting experience he’d had in a long time.
“Where did he go?”
The pain in her voice cut him. “He stepped out for a bit. You want me to see where he went?”
“Would you?” Her brows pinched.
What was Joe thinking, trying to have anal sex with this sweet woman? Hell, her father said she was almost a virgin. Frank jetted out of the room and found Joe pacing in the hallway in front of the door, the bulge in his pants still apparent. “What the fuck were you thinking?”
He tried to control his anger but failed. Good God, five million dollars was at stake, not to mention controlling a multimillion-dollar business.
Joe dragged a hand through his hair. “I don’t know if I can go through with this charade.”
“Charade or not, this is why we’re here.” His raspy voice turned into a near shout. “You’re crazy, you know. She’ll suspect something if you split.”
“Keep it down.” Joe shook his head. “If I go back in there, I’ll lose it. I know no sex means no sex, but Christ, I wanted her so bad, I’m losing my mind. When she got up on her hands and knees and her ass was staring at me, I had to have her.”
He saw his brother’s point. “We all agreed there’d be no penetration, only teasing, but hey, if she wants it, why not give it to her?”
“I can’t. Not under these circumstances. Can’t you see she’s innocent? I’m sure she’s never had anal sex, and here I was, trying to take her that way. She’s not safe around me.”
Some of Frank’s composure returned. “Take your goddamn lack of control and leave, but I’m not going to have her willing with no release in sight. It’s cruel.”
Joe grabbed the front of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. “What are you going to do? She trusts me not to hurt her. She doesn’t know you.”
“Easy there. You’re the one who wanted to butt fuck her.” He tore Joe’s hands from his body. “My big brother likes her, don’t you?”
“I never thought I would, but yes. She’s sweet, gentle, smart, and hot. Not a combination we find anymore in the women we date.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll tell her you wanted her so bad you had to split. That should please her.”
“Maybe apologize, too.” Joe stepped back and stuffed his hands in his pocket. “So what are you going to do for her?”
“Bring her down slowly. Maybe clean her up a little, then show her how to have a good time. I’m sure she appreciates the finer things in life.”
“No fucking her, okay? When she begs for it, I want to be the one to satisfy her.”
“That wasn’t our deal. Besides, you’re the one who screwed up. Remember, we get equal chances at her.”
“Fine. Screw this up and I’ll be the one to pick up the pieces. She listens to me, responds in a way no one else ever has. I see the woman inside her, not just the surface stuff, which is why I had to pull away.” He stomped off.
Maybe being a male prostitute wasn’t such a good plan anymore, but my God, Jillian did something to him, too, and that shook him. He never was one to get emotional, but when he watched her writhe under his touch, something deep in his soul snapped. Her creamy skin, amazing boobs, and bare snatch turned him on like no other woman ever had. He didn’t know about her inner beauty yet, but if he got to know her any better, he’d probably be a goner like Joe.
“Joe? Francois?” Her voice floated through the door.
Shit. The last thing he needed was for her to come in the hallway, half-naked, and see Joe running away.
He gently nudged open the door, hoping to find her on the table with her legs spread wide, maybe even pleasuring herself. Instead, she was sitting on the table, long legs hanging over the side with the sheet to her chest. She looked like she’d been crying.
Frank strode up to her. “Don’t cry.” He rubbed her knee before slowly caressing her thigh, debating if he should go higher. For her sake, he stopped.
She swiped a hand across her eyes. “I can’t believe he walked out like that. I finally meet a guy I want, and he just leaves without a word.” She blinked and her mouth turned into a pout. “Did I do something wrong?”
The pain in her voice nearly made him break his vow. At first he thought she’d be mad at what Joe had tried to do. “No, no. You must never think like that. You are perfect. Joe couldn’t control himself. That’s all.” He cupped her chin. “The temptation to drive his dick into you made him crazy. He couldn’t handle not being able to touch you in the way he wanted.” That was probably the first true thing he’d said to her. “This job means the world to him.” Did it ever.
She looked up, her lips quivering as she attempted to smile.
His hand hovered over her snatch, wanting to show her he’d enjoy sinking his cock into her pussy, but decided she wasn’t ready to switch her affections to him.
Her eyes turned large. “So Joe really likes me?”
“You couldn’t tell how much he desired you?” Frank didn’t want to hear her answer, so he continued. “Seeing him with you turned me on, too.” He dragged a finger down her cheek and slid a piece of errant hair behind her ear. “Would you mind terribly if I helped ease some of the ache in your body?”
She pressed her lips together. “I’m not sure.”
“I will be as gentle as Joe. I promise, but if you want me to stay clear of your beautiful pink starburst, I will.” He forced his voice lower, softer.
“My starburst?”
“Your pretty little bottom.”
“Oh. No, that’s not the problem. I’m upset because I liked Joe so much.”
He smiled. “What better way to get to know and maybe like me, too, than to see what I can do for you? You seemed to like it when I played with your beautiful tits.”
She swallowed hard. “I did, but I’m not ready to forget Joe.”
Shit. He understood her hesitation. Apparently, in the few hours Joe had spent with her riding, she’d bonded with him. “Maybe I can help change your mind, non?” She twisted her mouth. Please say yes.
“Do you think Joe would be okay if you touched me a little?” Her long lashes framed her pretty eyes.
“When he left just now, he told me to make you happy. I know he wouldn’t mind.” She looked deep into his eyes, and for that moment, he saw why Joe had fallen for her.
“No sex, right?”
Was she saving herself for his brother? Damn. “No penetration, my love, though i
f you look down, you can see I am so hard for you, I might have to leave you, too.”
She hiccupped. “Please tell me there’s a third friend who can pinch-hit if you have to go.”
She’d just given him the perfect opening. He slid his hand under the sheet to her delicious, wet snatch and slipped a finger inside her. Her sweet, sexy mouth opened. His thumb rubbed against her slit, and he nearly came in his pants. Never did he expect someone as innocent as Jillian to be waxed. His already-engorged cock got bigger.
Her gasp made the ache worse, his balls tightening to a painful level. He withdrew his hand, not trusting what he might do with her delicious body. She wiggled her hips right and left as if to ease the pulses racing down her walls.
He cleared his throat. “There is someone who could help you, but he doesn’t work here. He has no restrictions, if you should desire being touched in a more intimate way.” He prayed Rod or Joe wouldn’t mind the last-minute change of plans. Right now he’d say anything to be able to touch her like he wanted.
In reality, he should thank Joe for getting her so ready for him. Frank tugged on the sheet, needing to see her magnificent boobs again. She let go. “Will you lie down for me?” He’d wait to feast on her perfect snatch for when she willingly came to him, if he lived that long.
“You’ll stop if I change my mind?” She looked up through long, curly lashes.
He placed his right hand over his chest. “I am a Frenchman. I believe in honor over disgrace. I will do whatever you want me to do—within reason.” He smiled. She was too adorable for words.
Lifting her legs a few inches off the table, he spread them wide, one on each half of the open table and stepped between her thighs. When he raised the sheet, the view astounded him. He hadn’t planned on fingering her anymore, but her sopping wet snatch begged him to test the waters. She needed him to, right? He swallowed hard.
“I’m sorry Joe didn’t finish what he started. You seem so ready, so wanting.”
She closed her eyes. “Yes.”
As gently as he could, he dipped two fingers into her again. Her scent floated into the room, making him close to bursting. His balls screamed for release. God, he wanted to fuck her. Fuck her here, fuck her now. He was so close to breaking the rule, but he wanted the job at her father’s company more. There’d be plenty of time later to do what he wished with her. To make her his own.
He stroked her clit, and she nearly bucked off the table. “Easy.”
He kept rubbing, pinching, then soothing until she lifted her sweet hips. When she was on the brink of climaxing, he pulled out his fingers. He wasn’t sure if he stopped for her sake or for his.
“No. Please don’t stop.”
Her plea tore him apart. He could see why Joe was so enamored, but if he had sex with her, she’d probably regret it in the morning. Not to mention his two brothers who wouldn’t hesitate to pound the shit out of him.
“I have other things in mind.” Damn, why did he have to be so noble? He leaned forward and pressed his trousers against her wetness. He didn’t want to rub her too much and make her uncomfortable, but any movement by him would help build her desires.
She arched into him. “I don’t know if I can take anymore.”
Being in the same state of mind, he understood completely. He stepped back and pretended not to know what she was saying. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” Her voice cracked. “Never.”
He forced the smile from his lips. “I will be in pain wanting you and not being able to have you.” Now there was a true statement.
She opened her eyes and shot her gaze directly to his cock that was bursting close to his waistband. He thought about freeing himself and coming all over her snatch, her stomach, and her glorious tits, but that might be too much for the adorable woman. The image of shooting his wad into her mouth bounced around his brain, but he dismissed that fantasy. It wasn’t penetration in the strictest sense, but his brothers might not see it that way. Jillian would need an experienced touch when the time came, and who better than him to give it to her? Unfortunately, now wasn’t the right time.
He moved to the side of the table and stroked her belly with one hand while he circled her hard little nipple with the other. She moaned and rested back. He leaned over and plucked her pebbled nub between his teeth. From the way the distended peak was already red, his touch would send her upward. She cried out, he hoped not from pain, but from ecstasy. He nipped her again and again before pulling her completely into his mouth. She squeezed his arm, panting and squirming. He teased the other side, gripping tight, and tugging hard. God, what those soft mewling sounds did to him.
“Sensations,” she panted. “Everywhere. It’s so much.”
Each breathy word made him want her more.
When he thought she might come right there, he stopped again. Blood pulsed in his veins and he almost spewed in his pants. My God, she was a vision. He glanced at her wet snatch and thought the only thing better would be for Joe to fuck her in the ass while he plunged into her wet pussy. He’d always prided himself on his control. With Jillian, he had little. She was nothing like any woman he’d known. She was naïve and so trusting.
“I think it’s time for a shower.” Otherwise, he might do something the others wouldn’t like. “You don’t want all that oil on your beautiful body all night, do you?” He prayed she’d buy his excuse, but truth was, he was at the end of his ability to say no.
“I guess not.” She opened her eyes. “Will you wash me?”
He inwardly groaned. Washing her would stretch him to the limit. Or rather put him way past his limit. “Naturellement.”
Frank helped her up and wrapped the sheet around her body. Little did she know what was in store for her next.
Chapter 5
When Francois reached in to turn on the shower, Jillian realized that in her sexual haze she’d asked him to wash her. What had she been thinking? The teasing would only continue, and without release, she might have to take control. He’d probably help shampoo her hair and run his hands down her slippery body, but could she handle that?
The “massage” alone was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. There’d been so much touching, teasing, and lusting. Two days ago, she never would have thought a man’s intimate touch would drive her into such a needy state. Had the warm desert sun turned her into a sex-crazed woman? Or had the amazing staff who were paid to make her feel special been incredibly good at their jobs? Aw, hell. Maybe she was thawing, letting go of her insecurities, and learning to feel, but when had the change occurred?
What mattered was she finally understood what all the fuss was surrounding sex and why she made the oils, the salves, the wonderful scents, and why the women clambered for the products. Her father had wanted her to gain experience, and for that, she was thankful.
She dragged her palms over her protruding nipples, thinking a slow rub would help alleviate her yearning. She couldn’t have been more wrong. Her pussy throbbed harder. A drip slid down her inner thigh just thinking about the amazing things Joe and Francois had done to her and for her.
They were kind, gentle, and yes, loving. Everything they did was to make the experience good for her. She wished she could return the favor.
Her heart, soul, and body needed the relief so badly, she might just take the next eligible man to bed. Clearly Francois and Joe weren’t willing, which was such a shame.
Francois came into the bathroom and unbuttoned his crisp linen shirt. She stared at his muscled chest as he slipped it off. Oh, God. If he was going to help her, he’d have to get naked, too.
Yes!
Maybe he’d even teach her how to pleasure him. Then she could use the experience to take Joe to new heights, or Francois for that matter, but with the damn rule, maybe he wouldn’t let her touch him at all.
Her fingers flexed, thinking about her hand around his large cock.
“Your eyes tell me you want me with you. No second thoughts?” He stepped
behind her and pressed his chest against her back.
Yes. “No.”
He moved back and unzipped his trousers. The contrast between Joe’s cowboy jeans and Francois’s sophisticated attire wasn’t lost on her. She liked that both men were so different. Francois was rougher, more demanding, more sure of himself, whereas Joe was kind and charming.
He stepped out of his pants. Oh. My. God. The man was huge. His cock was thick, long, and very erect. Her eyes widened.
“I don’t bite.”
Maybe not, but since she had hadn’t sex in forever, no way would he fit inside her without a lot of effort. Then how did she think she wanted Joe in her ass? For sure, he wouldn’t fit inside that tiny space.
On a positive side, she was pleased he wanted her as much as she did him, except she knew that wasn’t going to happen. Rules were rules.
The thick vein along the top of his cock, or maybe it was the bottom, depending on how she looked at it, pulsated as if he was a racecar bouncing up and down at the starting gate, ready to be given the green flag. The tip of the head glistened with pre-cum. One touch, and she bet he might explode.
Her ego swelled. Yes, guilt should have assaulted her for enjoying the view before her. She didn’t consider it a switch in her affections, but rather she wanted to enjoy both men. Was that so wrong?
Buck naked, he neared. “Go ahead and touch me.”
His command made her wetter. She loved how he liked to be in control. Normally, that was her personality, but with Francois, she was willing to bend for the time being.
With a trembling finger, she dragged the tip of her index finger down the length of him and back up again. She let her fingernail scrape across the head. Before she could explore his wet slit on the top, he grabbed her wrist.
“Is something wrong?” She hoped she hadn’t hurt him.
“No.” He inhaled then exhaled as if he was debating what to say next. “Let’s turn on the shower. Watch out. It gets hot quickly.” His voice sounded scratchy.
She dropped the sheet she’d been holding with one hand and stepped into the shower, trying to act as if getting naked was no big deal. That worked until he reached in and ten jets shot hot water at her. “Whoa.” She spun around trying to get away from the liquid assault.
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