Jenna Stewart

by The Sisters O'Ryan

  Micah sighed and reached for his attaché. He could afford to spend an hour or two discussing what promised to be good news. But then, even anticipation could hold a hungry man back only so long.

  * * * *

  When Drew held open the door for Micah to enter the house three hours later, the silence struck him first. Martin didn’t meet them or come bustling down the hallway. There was no sound of the maid preparing the parlor fireplace against the damp, cool evening.

  “Where is everyone?” Micah asked from behind him.

  “I have no idea.” Drew whipped off his jacket and tossed it over the hall rack. This was most strange. In the time he’d lived there, he’d never come home to an empty house. A foreboding sprung free in his mind that everyone had left due to the unusual bedding arrangements.

  Suddenly, Ching Li appeared like a wraith. She bowed. “Miss Siobhan would like you to join her for dinner as soon as you have refreshed yourselves.”

  “I’m ready to see her now. Where is she?” Micah asked.

  Ching Li bowed again and moved to the dining room doors. With a flourish she swept them open. Drew stepped back and allowed Micah to enter first. After all, he was Siobhan’s husband. Would he ever forget that fact?

  The dining room glittered with candlelight. The table setting was simple, with only china and silver laid. The sideboard contained the food. Highly unusual for dinner.

  As though on cue, the door to the butler’s pantry opened and Siobhan moved into the room. She faced them from the head of the table. She was a vision in traditional Chinese garb. Crimson enveloped her, from a high, notched collar that led to capped sleeves, to the sheath that extended to her ankles. The dress hugged her body as though painted on, across her luscious breasts and down her flat stomach. Every few inches, pink cherry blossoms had been embroidered. She wore scarlet lipstick, and her hair had been artfully piled on her head and held in place with black lacquer sticks sporting gold sparkly things that dangled from the end. Drew’s cock grew and rose at the sight. Micah had started forward as soon as the door opened but then stopped fast. His mouth hung open, his gaze focused fully on the form at the end of the table.

  The straight skirt forced her to take small steps, somehow emphasizing daintiness. At first glance, her attire evoked nothing but propriety. But the color, of both the dress and her lips, made the whole China doll persona a sybarite’s dream.

  She bowed to her husband in Oriental fashion. “Welcome home, Micah. We missed you terribly!” She kissed him with abandon, her red lips claiming Micah’s as though he’d been gone a month instead of a couple of days. Just as he wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her fast, she broke away and came to Drew. She kissed him in exactly the same way, as though he, too, had been away.

  “When I returned home this afternoon, I gave everyone the rest of the day off. But Cook prepared a very specific menu for us. I hope it will do.”

  “I’m sure anything will do,” Micah said, sweeping his gaze over Siobhan’s form.

  “Come and sit. I shall serve.”

  Micah looked back at Drew and raised his brows as though to say, “What the hell is going on?” Drew shrugged, and then took his seat. Micah sat at the head of the table to his left.

  “First course is oysters,” Siobhan said, placing a plate of oysters on the half shell arranged on rock salt between them. “I’ve heard they give a man stamina.” Smiling, she stood back, her hands folded at her waist, looking every bit the demure maiden dressed up in costume.

  “Eat up,” she demanded and then smiled. “We have a long night ahead.”

  Drew picked up a shell and popped the morsel into his mouth, slurping the juice.

  “Drew, that’s what you sounded like last night when your mouth covered my pussy.”

  My God! She intends to use the meal as foreplay. First the dress that screamed sex. Even while concealing her, every curve, every inch of her body could be sensed in the tight fit of the gown. The effect was far sexier than dresses that showed skin. Next, the oysters, a well-known aphrodisiac. What else would she present?

  “Some wine to go with that, Drew?” she asked. The bottle she held, a French import, should be a very good vintage. And a little drink loosened the inhibitions. She was leaving nothing to chance.

  He held up his glass. “Thank you.” With the other hand he chose another oyster. Her smile of approval had him wishing they’d finished all this shit and had made their way upstairs. If dinner went on much longer, he’d shoot off as soon as he sank into her, making stamina unnecessary.

  “And now for something hot.” Sweeping away the empty oyster plate, Siobhan set down sausages. Choosing one, she carefully placed the end between her scarlet lips and sucked it the rest of the way in. Her eyes opened wide, and she choked a little while swallowing. Micah jumped up and patted her back. When she grabbed his wine and swigged it down, Micah tried one of the sausages himself.

  “Oh, my God!”

  Drew held out his glass of wine, and Micah grabbed it. Curious, he took a tiny bite and fire filled his mouth. Many cultures believed that spicy food restored the blood and added to sexual desire. “Siobhan, sweetheart, are there many more courses to this sensual meal?”

  Her face nearly as red as her dress and tears filling her eyes, she shook her head. “Only a couple more dishes. I wanted to celebrate our first night all together.”

  “You have made it memorable,” Micah said with a dry tone. “In a good way,” he hastened to add.

  “The fact is, we really don’t need a prelude,” Drew continued. “We’ve been champing at the bit to get home all afternoon, just to be with you.”

  Her smile was sweet and genuine. “There’s only one problem.”

  “What’s that?” Drew placed the half-eaten sausage back on the plate.

  “I’m not sure I can get up the stairs in this dress.”

  Drew laughed. Micah took a final gulp of wine and joined in. Then he swooped her into his arms and settled the question of how she would make it to her bedroom and the bed suited so well for three.

  Chapter Twelve

  Micah carried her to her room. Andrew closed and locked the door as Micah set her on her feet. Funny. She’d fantasized about this moment since walking down the aisle to Micah. With each man she’d wondered what making love would be like with both of them at once, even longed for the touch of four hands, two sets of lips, and two cocks probing her willing body. Now that she had her dreams at hand, nerves threatened to do her in.

  “Should we have brought up the wine?” she asked, licking her lips.

  “I’m drunk enough on thoughts of what’s to come,” Micah said, and took her lips.

  “Don’t be nervous,” Andrew murmured in her ear before he nibbled her nape.

  Easier said than done. Micah’s tongue tangled with hers, and the familiar thread of tension stretched between her core and where the men had contact.

  Two dozen tiny frog closures down the front held her beautiful, sexy dress tightly to her body. Micah was making quick work of them, even while he conquered her mouth. Andrew let his hands rove down her sides, squeezing her waist and then sweeping over her hips and around to her backside.

  “I don’t feel a corset or bloomers,” he said.

  She broke the kiss to suck in a breath. Micah dropped his attention to her neck, sending shivers of anticipation through her. “I chose not to wear anything to break the lines of the gown.”

  “So, you’re naked beneath the dress?”

  She nodded, grasping Micah’s shoulders for balance. Eyes blazing, he stood back from her. Taking the edges of her dress in hand, he ripped the remaining enclosures open. She shook her head. One more dress ruined.

  “We’ll increase your dress allowance,” Micah said, inadvertently echoing Andrew’s comments from the previous night. “But now…” He bent his head to take one breast to his mouth.

  Andrew gripped the collar and slowly peeled the tight garment down her arms and over her hips. Micah
stopped long enough to lift her from the pile of crimson at her feet. Andrew pulled off his cravat and shed his jacket as he strolled to the dressing table and turned down the lamp to the point where they could see each other but in a twilight state. So romantic, so conducive to the work of sin. And sinful was how she felt. Delightfully, happily sinful with her two men.

  Placing his hands under her breasts, Micah held them to his mouth, dividing his attention. She arched her back, feeding herself to him. Andrew returned to her back, and he must have stripped because he met her skin-to-skin. How glorious to have his cock, so stiff, so hard, probing the crease between her cheeks. She reached behind to grab his hips. He pressed his lips to her shoulder blades, tickling her with his tongue.

  Micah withdrew, leaving her wet nipples to suddenly pebble in the cool air. Andrew reached around to pinch her nipples. He took her earlobe between his lips and nipped them gently with his teeth. She squirmed, rubbing her butt into his groin.

  “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispered into her ear.

  The raging sensations pulsing through her kept her from speech, but she turned her head to give him her lips. He nuzzled, covering every inch of her mouth and tantalizing with his tongue.

  Micah palmed her nether regions, using his thumb to caress her clitoris and smearing her juices with each stroke of his hand. Andrew used one hand to reach between her legs and took some of her juices to her back. She stretched, skimming her sensitive nipples across Micah’s chest and her butt against Andrew’s cock.

  With gentle but insistent pressure, Andrew inserted his finger into her back hole. Siobhan gasped at the unfamiliar invasion, but Micah immediately plundered her mouth and inserted a finger into her pussy, stroking her special spot, that place that never failed to bring her to completion. She wrapped her arms around his neck and found herself involuntarily pressing back on Andrew’s finger, pushing forward on Micah’s. Either way, new sensations collided with familiar and she was carried away to places heretofore unknown.

  Andrew used two fingers now, tenderly stretching her entry, but forging his way. She clenched her muscles.

  “Relax,” he whispered, his voice tense. He kissed her neck, licking tiny spirals on her heated skin.

  She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and they weren’t even inside her yet, not really. How would she live through this night if she were nearly lost now? She reached up and pulled the pins from her hair, letting it plummet across her shoulders. Andrew pulled it back so he could nuzzle her neck. Her orgasm hovered so close, right on the edge of her consciousness. She dug her nails into Micah’s shoulders and took in deep gulps of air.

  Then she came so hard she cried out, breaking Micah’s control of her mouth and throwing her head back onto Andrew’s shoulder.

  “That’s right,” Micah said, “that’s the way. Come for us.”

  She couldn’t help herself. Her body knew only an imperative to accept a man’s cock and the male seed with which to procreate. Who knew that a purely biological function could make a woman feel something profoundly spiritual?

  Before she came off her high, Micah lifted her leg over his hip and stroked the opening of her channel with the head of his cock. Her cream flowed freely. The scent of her climax permeated the air. Andrew gathered some with his hand and covered her hole with it. He probed her with his cock. She pictured the purplish, mushroom-shaped head of his cock pressing for entrance into her back hole and she immediately wanted him. She pushed back, moaning. He grasped her hips, guiding himself into her.

  Micah slid into her pussy easily, helping Andrew’s cause by pressing her back into him. With each thrust, she absorbed more of him until she felt full in a way she’d never imagined.

  “Are you all right?” Andrew asked.

  “Kiss me,” she replied, and turned her head so he could reach her lips. Their tongues dueled, and then she switched to kiss Micah, pressing her tongue into his mouth.

  The men discovered their own rhythm, pushing, withdrawing, driving, pulling back. They glided past each other at a place deep inside. She felt it. The thrill of knowing two men—her two men—meet and slide apart inside her almost overwhelmed her senses. The three were joined in body and heart. Micah and Drew felt it, too. She could tell by their hitched breath and grunts as they drove into her, synchronized in their movements.

  Sweat eased their action as their skin slipped and slid with each move. Siobhan concentrated on breathing, her forehead in the crook of Micah’s neck. All control had been wrested from her, and she was happy to ride the crest of the wave of emotion without responsibility. Her body took over, instinct reigned over logic, and she let go.

  Contraction after contraction shook her. The men quickened their advance, like an army that sensed the opponent had weakened. Faster, harder, they pounded into her. Her body responded just as wildly, drawing each man in, trying to hold them deep to receive their seed. They didn’t disappoint, each spilling themselves into her, adding their essence to her cream, blending, mixing in the most natural, timeless way. Their union was complete, ordained and forever.

  Siobhan had achieved all she wanted. She had a lifestyle she loved, more freedom than any other married woman she knew, and the love and attention of two handsome, strong men. What more could she hope for?

  As she snuggled in bed between her two men, she realized the answer to that question. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. In amazement, she fell asleep.

  * * * *

  “She’s incredible,” Micah said to Drew a couple of hours later. They washed up in the bathroom while Siobhan slept peacefully. Other men he knew had their wives to themselves. He’d always thought his married life would be the same. But having shared Siobhan with Drew, he couldn’t imagine more exciting lovemaking than that which they had just experienced. Siobhan’s pussy fit him like a glove. With each drive, he met Drew entering from the rear. And when she came, her pussy grasped him and pulled, urging him deeper. Instead of being too much for her, their combined attention sparked wanton desire. She defied every rumor he’d ever heard of women, which was that they submitted reluctantly and only when their husbands demanded their marital rights. What kind of woman was Siobhan, that she was always ready, always hot and wet and receptive?

  His kind of woman. His and Drew’s, all theirs.

  My God! He wanted her again.

  “She seems open to anything,” Drew said. “I don’t understand how we got so lucky.”

  “Me, either, but I’m not questioning it.”

  “What about when she conceives?” Drew dried himself, avoiding Micah’s eyes.

  “Does it matter to you? It doesn’t to me. Whichever of us impregnates her, the child will look like a combination of us and her.”

  Drew looked up. “It doesn’t matter to me.”

  Micah took hold of his twin’s arm, sensing his insecurity. “Drew, I’m not going to change my mind. The only people who can change what we enjoy is you or Siobhan.”

  Drew nodded and then tossed the towel aside. “Do you think Siobhan would mind being awakened?”

  Micah grinned. “Let’s go and see.”

  Micah watched Drew slide into bed beside Siobhan. He brushed the hair off her face and kissed her cheek, her jaw, her ear, and finally her lips. Stirring, she kissed him back, though Micah couldn’t tell if she was fully awake. With no further coaxing from Drew, she crawled over him, straddling his thighs. He pushed her up enough to take a nipple in his mouth. Micah could taste that nipple himself, tender and responsive.

  Moaning, she flexed her hips, rubbing her pussy over Drew’s cock. Micah, interested that she answered Drew’s kisses so naturally, stroked himself. His dick twitched with the need to be inside her. He watched as his brother reached his hand between her thighs. Drew’s glance at Micah said it all. She was ready. He raised her hips and fit himself to her quim. He pulled her knees high, forcing her ass up. That was Micah’s cue.

  He scooted to where Drew and Siobhan had already begun their dance. Wet
ting her bottom with saliva, he probed her ass, gently at first and then more forcefully as she opened to him and pressed back. He looked to where she cradled her head on Drew’s shoulder. Eyes closed, her mouth opened and she breathed hard. With each press, her breasts rolled across Drew’s chest like ball bearings.

  “Almost,” she moaned. “Faster!”

  On top, Micah obliged by bending over her, pressing her harder onto Drew, controlling how deeply she seated him.

  “Yes,” she panted, “yes, harder.”

  Sweat coated them all. Her hair hung over her face. Her nails dug into Drew’s shoulder. Drew’s expression—a grimace that combined pain with bliss—showed he was holding on by only a thread.

  Micah made his strokes short, fast, and deep. Siobhan came with a keening wail. Drew followed suit. Micah kept thrusting until he could wait no longer. He filled her, pumping hard, then letting go. Stretching to her shoulder, he took her skin between his teeth and bit, sucking hard. He would leave a mark, but that seemed fitting. She was theirs. And they were hers.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The next morning, after Ching Li helped Siobhan dress, she moved slowly down the stairs. The previous night had been a wondrous experience. Both men had loved her with spectacular results. She smiled with the memory of being woken in the middle of the night and sandwiched between Micah and Andrew. She’d never had a stronger climax. The aches she suffered this morning were well worth it.

  The dining room had been cleared and the drapes thrown open to the morning light. Micah—she thought since he sat at the head of the table—read part of the newspaper, and Andrew read a separate section while eating bacon and eggs.

  “Good morning.”

  Both men jumped to their feet. Micah waited until she prepared a plate and then held out her chair. Andrew poured her coffee.

  “How do you feel this morning?” Andrew asked.

  “Terribly well satisfied.” She smiled when he did.