Monroe, Melody S. - Three Hired Lovers [Fantasy Resort 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  He said no one had used the device. Before she could question him, he squirted a handful of gel in his palm and grazed her nipple. Burning pulses raced down her body. She sucked in a breath. “Stings.”

  He seemed to like the idea he’d intensified her experience and rubbed more onto the other breast. He alternated back and forth a few times until she was nearly faint. Rod stood, pulled her to her feet, and walked her over to the sofa’s edge.

  “I have just the thing for you.” He placed her at one end of the sofa and nuzzled her neck. “Do you trust me?”

  What kind of question was that? She hardly knew him. “I’m not sure.”

  “You wound me, my love. Didn’t you enjoy that experience?”

  “You know I did.”

  “Then let me continue to make you happy.”

  He meant more torture and teasing. She wasn’t sure if she could last much longer. He pulled on her nipples and she yelped. He whipped her around and licked the achy crests, one at a time, sucking on them hard. She pressed her chest upward and grabbed his massive shoulders.

  “Was I too rough? I never want to hurt you.” His tongue soothed the ache.

  “No, it felt good.”

  “You’re so sweet.” He cupped her face and kissed her, gentle at first, then became more demanding.

  He slipped his tongue into her mouth, and her legs weakened. He pressed his hand between her legs, and her body exploded. She needed him inside her, pounding, throbbing, and conquering. When he leaned into her, his erection pressed against her. God, she wanted him. Now.

  Jillian grabbed his cock and Rod leaned back. “Uh-uh.” He removed her hand. “For now, only I get to touch you. I’m in total control of what happens to you, and when it happens. I want you to be my little submissive.”

  Little submissive? That would be the day. He sounded like Francois, only Rod didn’t have the teasing in his tone. Rod wanted her. She knew that. But she also knew if she told him to stop, he would. She’d play his game, for a little while longer. “Okay.”

  “That’s a good girl. Lean over with your cute little fanny facing me and spread your legs wide.”

  Would she finally get her wish, or was this another attempt to frustrate her? Her dress hung on her hips. With care, he slowly lifted it over her head and tossed the light material onto the sofa. Even through her damp panties, cool air pebbled her aching pussy. Her stomach contracted at the change in temperature. He rubbed her belly in slow, even strokes, then slipped a hand over her bare mound. Her breaths came out faster.

  “I see you’ve been a bad girl.”

  Because she’d dare to wax her pussy? Or because her juices were flowing. “Me?”

  “Yes. I never thought someone so sweet would be so brave, so bold. When I saw you naked at the pool, I almost came in my pants.” He nudged her ass with his covered cock. “You looked like a virgin.” He cupped her naked sex then dragged his fingers down her slit.

  She almost was one, since she hadn’t had sex in a long time. The absence never bothered her until now. “I guess you’ll have to learn more about me and get to know what I really want.” Like your hard cock in my pussy.

  “I can learn a lot when I punish you.” He leaned into her hair and inhaled. “You smell so good.” He tweaked her tits again, and she pressed farther into his hand. “You want to be punished, don’t you? Maybe you’d like the electric shock on your hard little nub.” He touched her clit.

  The thought nearly made her faint. How exciting would that be? “Maybe.”

  “Later, sweetheart. Later.”

  Rod stepped away, and the lack of pressure tore at her. A loud smack landed on her ass, sending spears of pain straight to her greedy sex.

  “Ow.”

  “Don’t worry, my sweet. Soon you’ll learn to love this.”

  He slapped her again, and sure enough, heat followed, then excitement. He spanked her other cheek. As his thick thumb thrummed across her clit, she nearly yelled from the arousal coursing through her. He spanked her again and again, the pulsations spurring on her desire. Warmth spread straight to her vibrating pussy. He slapped her three more times on each cheek before rubbing her ache. His actions caused her to juice up more.

  She wanted to reach behind her and touch him but knew better than to test his patience.

  Anticipation caused her pulse to increase. Rod dragged her panties down her legs, and she stepped out of them. With his foot, he slid her legs wider apart.

  “Don’t move,” he commanded.

  He must have dropped to his knees, because the next moment he was licking her with his long tongue. She nearly climaxed on the spot.

  “Oh, oh. That feels so good.”

  His speed increased and spasms washed over her. Then he sucked on her clit and flicked it right and left, pinching, pulling, and teasing her. Her aroma reached her. She wanted to tell him to stop, to give her what she really wanted. Only his big, hard cock would satisfy her now.

  Contraction after contraction drove her mad. He slipped his thumb into her drenched opening. “You are so needy, so wet, so sweet.”

  “Take me. Now. Please.”

  He stood. The raspy sound of his zipper thrilled her. She had to have him in her or she would break. Two shoes dropped to the floor. A second later, his large cock touched her opening.

  “Please what?”

  “Please enter me. I can’t wait much longer.”

  With the tip rubbing her clit, he leaned over her back and grabbed her tits. He kneaded them then pressed on her nipples over and over. The shock nearly sent her toppling.

  “Are you begging me to fuck you?”

  “Yes. Please. Fuck me.” She’d waited so long for this.

  “Your wanton response is such a turn-on,” he whispered in her hair.

  As if someone had pushed the launch button, Rod rammed his cock straight into her eager channel. The relief defied description. He pounded her wet walls over and over. She couldn’t get enough. “More. Faster.” He twisted both nipples, pinching them tight. Blood exploded in her temples and her breaths came out fast. “Yes. Yes.”

  “I can’t get enough of you.” Rod too seemed to have lost control.

  He grabbed her waist and pumped into her, hard and fast, his balls slapping her butt. With each plunge, he seemed to get bigger, stretching her to the max. He slowed for a minute, as if he wanted her to enjoy every inch of him.

  His fingers pressed the tips of her breasts tighter. Picking up the speed, she pumped her hips to the rhythm, and waves of joy clenched her insides, taking her higher. The built-up tension surrounding her broke.

  “Oh, my God.” She’d climaxed! Thank God.

  He groaned and a strong surge of hot cum shot into her. Her pussy clamped down on his cock like alligator clips. Rod dropped his head onto her back and massaged her breasts and stomach.

  After a full minute, he withdrew and emptiness grabbed her. She wasn’t satisfied with one time. She turned around, the cum dripping down her inner thigh. “I’m ready for you again.”

  He laughed. “I think I’ve met my match.”

  Chapter 7

  Rod stretched out on the lounge and tried to enjoy the sunny day but failed since he’d forgotten to ask for Ann’s last name after he’d dropped her off at the front of the spa last night, or rather early this morning. Apparently, she’d arranged to stay with a friend who was there but wouldn’t let him walk her to her room. He found that very strange, especially with what they’d enjoyed together. He hoped she’d find him today. Christ, his cock grew thick just thinking about her.

  “Hey, Rod.” Darn. It was only Joe. He adjusted his dick.

  “What’s up?”

  “Frank and I are going split and let you do your magic on Jillian.”

  Jillian. Christ, he’d forgotten about her. Ann had robbed him of his memory. “I got no desire to mess with her.”

  “Have you even met her?”

  He shook his head. “I’ll take my chances when we get back to
town.” He got up from the chaise. “If you’re going, I’m right behind ya.” He’d leave a message at the front desk, should Ann ask for him. Maybe she’d be interested in hooking up with him in Tucson. Shit. He never even asked where she lived. Her hot body had erased his ability to think.

  Joe clamped a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry it didn’t work out for you.”

  If he only knew.

  * * * *

  One week later

  Jillian leaned over the lab table and absently stirred the test tube, her mind on anything but science.

  “I thought you said you had a great time.” Clarissa set her mixture aside. “Why are you still moping?”

  “I totally enjoyed myself, but I’ll never see any of them again. They opened up a whole new world to me and now it’s gone.”

  “You could call them.”

  “I tried. The spa said they had no record of a Joe or a Francois working there.”

  “Maybe those guys used fake names to protect the innocent and such.”

  “I thought of that, so I described what they looked like. Nothing.” She poured the liquid into a second test tube. “I even went online to read about their spa, and there was no mention of any sexual fantasy package.”

  “Maybe it’s not something they want to advertise.” Clarissa weighed her Pyrex beaker. “So what about the hot pool guy?”

  She shrugged. “I waited by the pool all afternoon, but he didn’t show. Some heavyset, pockmark-faced man showed up and said he took care of the pool. When I asked him about Rod, he said he never heard of the guy.”

  “Sounds like you were in a different dimension.”

  “Amen to that.”

  Clarissa looked around the lab and nodded to the tall, muscular man who was close to forty. “There’s always Stanley.”

  She scrunched up her face. “He’s married.”

  Clarissa shrugged. “What about Tommy?”

  Jillian rolled her eyes. “He’s like twenty-one. Besides, I think he’s gay. Even if he isn’t, I don’t like to tower over my dates.” All three of her wonder men had been well over six feet.

  “Well, you can’t mope forever.”

  “I know, but I thought Joe or Francois would have done a search for my name and called me or something. I was registered, you know. Too bad I gave the pool guy the wrong name.”

  Clarissa slapped the table. “Derek.”

  “Your cousin?”

  “Yes. You want me to call him?”

  “Not right now. I need to wallow for a bit longer.” Her heart had already splintered into enough pieces. She still couldn’t believe how hard she’d fallen for all three men. Morally, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help how she felt.

  Her cell buzzed. “Damn, it’s Dad.” She picked up the phone and absently rubbed her breasts. The tenderness had subsided, but her need for a hard cock hadn’t. “Hey.”

  “Can you come to my office?”

  “I don’t need another vacation.”

  “I know, but I do.” He disconnected.

  Her father needed to improve his phone skills. She hung her lab coat on the hook by the door and rubbed the bridge of her nose where the safety glasses had created an indentation. At least she didn’t have any stains on her shirt this morning like the last time she’d been summoned to his office.

  Instead of taking the stairs, she grabbed the elevator. Her heavy heart didn’t need the exertion. She waved to Dad’s secretary as she strolled past. Not bothering to knock, she went in.

  She nearly fainted.

  Only her exploding nerve endings kept her upright. Dressed in snug-fitting business suits, Rod, Joe, and Francois sat next to each other in the blue chairs. They all stood at once. Joe and Francois shifted their weight and didn’t make eye contact. Rod’s mouth sat open and his eyes widened.

  He took a step toward her. “Ann, what are you doing here?”

  Her heart hammered so hard, she was surprised she could hear his words.

  “Ann?” Joe and Francois said in unison. “This is Jillian Masters.”

  Rod’s jaw pinched tight. “You told me your name was Ann.” His gaze bored right through her.

  “I lied, like a few others in this room.” She slapped both hands on her hips.

  Her dad stepped from behind his desk. “Now, Jillie. This is all my fault.”

  She spun toward him. “Your fault? What did you have to do with this mess?”

  “I hired them, more or less, to seduce you.”

  Her knees weakened, and her fragile heart finally tore. Blood pounded in her head, and bile rose up from her stomach. “You hired them?” Her dad was sicker than she thought.

  She couldn’t look at any of them. Tears welled in her eyes. She spun around and ran out, slamming the door behind her. Her dad’s secretary called to her, but she wasn’t ready to talk to anyone.

  This time she took the stairs down to the lab and dashed into the small locker room where they changed into their lab gear each day. Once in the bathroom, her breakfast came up until nothing was left in her stomach. How could they have seduced her so well? Right. They were male prostitutes. She never suspected that being with her was merely a job. So why were they in Dad’s office now? To collect their payment, she bet.

  The fact Dad flaunted her most humiliating experience in her face was over the top even for him. She splashed water on her eyes and mouth and reentered the locker area where she grabbed her purse. She’d text Clarissa when she got home, saying she was suddenly ill, which wouldn’t be a lie.

  Violated didn’t come close to how she felt. She bet they were all sharing a scotch with Dad, laughing about her, discussing how she’d let them touch her so intimately and how she let Rod use sex toys on her. Dear God, the men were depraved. Had her father gone to all this trouble so that she’d be better at deciding which dildo would sell the best?

  Sick. Sick. Sick.

  All the way home she sobbed, barely able to see the road through the shield of salty tears. She’d been humiliated as a young teen but nothing compared to this. The only one who hadn’t followed her father’s wishes was Rod.

  Or so she thought. Reason intruded. What if he only pretended not to recognize her? The horror was too much to contemplate right now.

  As for Joe, it made sense that he knew everything about her. Dad had told him her secrets as well as her size. She pulled in front of her garage and cut the engine. With her head dropped on the wheel, she let out all her disappointment. How could she ever face anyone at the lab again? After this, she wouldn’t be surprised if Dad decided to put out a memo stating, The education of Jillian is almost complete. Stay tuned to learn how she deals with her horniness. Watch out for the sex-crazed female in the lab.

  Dear God, she wanted to disappear. Too bad she loved her job so much or she would have quit.

  The heat nearly choked her as she stepped from the car and practically staggered into the house. Though it was barely noon, she poured a glass of wine. This latest offense by her dad called for drastic measures. Her cabinet was stocked for guests only.

  Bastard. Who did he think he was, trying to interfere in her life? She sat there, staring off into space, and drank. When she stood to go to the bathroom, the room spun. This was not good.

  She needed a long, hot shower and some sleep. The doorbell rang, but she ignored it. The postal man would leave a package by the side of the door. A loud knock followed. Good Lord. Couldn’t a girl get drunk in peace?

  From the front window, she spotted a red Mustang in the drive. Rod. Shit. She didn’t need to see him, but she wanted to know more about the other two men’s role in her seduction. She opened the door and walked back into the living room. He followed.

  She picked up her glass and gulped half the contents. “What do you want?” She spun to face him and her stupid panties got wet. Traitor body.

  “I came to apologize, even though I’m not guilty.”

  “Apology not accepted.”

  He stabbed a hand thr
ough his thick hair. “I had no idea who you were. I swear.”

  “If you’re so honest, why did you pretend to be the pool guy?”

  “I never said I worked there. You assumed it.”

  She searched her brain for proof. “You told me the pool was closed.”

  “Yeah, so I could swim in peace. I knew what Joe and Frank were doing and decided not to take part. I didn’t approve of the whole charade, but since it meant so much to them, I hung around for support.”

  “Oh.” Maybe she had been wrong. “You called them Joe and Frank.”

  “I hate to break your bubble, but Francois is Frank. He’s my older brother.”

  “No way.” His accent seemed real. Plus, they didn’t look all that much alike. “And Joe?”

  “He’s the oldest brother.”

  “And is your name really Rod?” Her vision blurred, and her words probably did too.

  “Yes.”

  “Wonderful. I’ve been made a fool of by the whole fricking family. I’m going to take a shower and a nap. Help yourself to whatever you want. You’ve already taken my heart and my pride.”

  He stepped toward her. “I’m so sorry. I truly had no idea you were Jillian Masters. What do you want me to do? Get on my knees and beg your forgiveness?”

  She tried to focus on his beautiful face, but her eyes kept closing. Her legs weakened, and she dropped to the floor on her butt, legs spread wide. Rod was by her side in a flash.

  “Ann, are you okay?”

  “Kind of, but my name’s Jillian Ann Masters. JAM, which describes me perfectly right now.”

  He slipped his hands under her legs and picked her up. She melted against his strong chest. She wanted to hate him, but he’d been so accommodating in his friend’s bedroom, the grudge she held began to melt.

  He carried her to her bedroom and placed her on the bed. “Can I get you something?”

  Sex. “More wine?”

  “I think you’ve had enough. How about some water?”

  “Sure.” Her eyes glazed over.