God, his lips, like nothing she’d ever felt before in her life. Hard and soft, yielding yet unyielding. Then his tongue, as hot and silky as any human’s, yet sweeter, more pure, somehow, pushing its way between her lips, twining with her tongue.
Love him already…
And the pleasure pushing its way into her body in long, undulating shivers of desire. She was lost in the kiss, in him.
Hex.
Aleron put his hands on her once more, stroking her hips, her thighs, impossible feather-light strokes. She’d never imagined one of them could be so gentle. And her sex was lighting up with need, wet and hurting.
When Hex pulled away to look into her eyes once more with that riveting gaze, she whispered, “Please touch me.”
Hex’s hands came down to cover Aleron’s, and together they slipped their palms between her thighs, four sets of fingers brushing the curls there, the swollen lips.
“Ohhh…”
She could hardly believe this was happening.
Don’t think. Just feel.
“Ah, so wet for us,” Aleron whispered into her hair.
“Yes…”
She arched her hips into their touch, but they pulled away.
“Not yet, not like this,” Aleron said. “I want her on the bed. I want her open to us completely.”
They guided her, helped her climb onto the high, velvet-covered bed, laid her out on her back. They stood, one on each side of the bed, and she was trembling all over.
Need you. Please.
Aleron’s voice was so low she had to strain to hear him. “Yes, Nissa. You shall have us both. And we shall have you. With our hands. With our mouths. With our cocks. And with our teeth. We will drink from you. You will have the Seeking Kiss tonight.”
She was shaking so hard she could barely hold still. This was what she’d wanted for so long. And it was happening. Her mind was a tangle of need, sharpened by an edge of fear. What would it really be like, to have them drink from her?
“You are about to find out, beautiful Nissa,” Hex told her. His eyes were glowing amber in the dim light, and she felt some of his power in his gaze. Not as strong as Aleron’s, but it was there, palpable.
“Yes,” Aleron said, “I am older than he is, by centuries. And the Kiss will be different with each of us. But you will love it. You will drown in it a little. But we will care for you. You have nothing to fear.”
Their hands were on her then once more, long strokes down the length of her body: her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach and the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrists, until she thought she might die simply from needing them to really touch her.
“Please…” she begged.
A small laugh from Aleron. “Ah, she grows impatient.”
And before she had a chance to think, his hand was between her thighs, his fingers pushing into her needy pussy.
“Oh!”
Pleasure like a knife, that keen, that sharp, stabbing into her body. Her back arched, she came up off the bed, but Hex was there, holding her down, his hands warm and solid on her hip and shoulder, grounding her somehow.
“Hex… I need you… I need you to kiss me.”
He smiled, his teeth a stunning flash of white, the long canines glinting. Then he lowered his head, his mouth pressing to hers. And his tongue sliding into her mouth, all soft and hot, was like Aleron’s fingers working inside her, pushing, pushing, into her pussy, into her mouth. She was writhing on the bed, her body on that lovely edge already. Her mind was spinning.
Hands held her down, pressing onto her belly, her breasts, her thighs, as the first wave hit her. And Hex’s tongue in her mouth, Aleron’s fingers deep in her sex, pumping, thrusting, until she couldn’t take it any longer.
She cried out as she came, pure ecstasy shimmering through her in glass-sharp waves. Pleasure rose, higher and higher, her body, her mind, filling with nothing but sensation, coursing through her, taking her over. She was yelling, out of control. Lost.
When she opened her eyes she was in Hex’s arms, half lying in his lap as he sat behind her on the bed. She could feel the flawless surface of his chest and stomach against her back, his bare skin an absolute epiphany against hers. Lovely.
Aleron still stood, smiling down at her.
“That was beautiful, Nissa. You are beautiful. But the night just begins.”
He’s throwing a kink—or two—in her plans…
Educating Jane Porter
© 2009 Dominique Adair
A Jane Porter Story
Last night Jane met the Master of her dreams…
Tall, dark and very Spanish, Antonio Villareal is a lover unlike any Jane has ever known—undeniably sexy and more than willing to help her explore her submissive side. To find a master who’s a natural dominant is one thing. But kind and considerate, as well? She can hardly believe her good fortune.
Antonio is well aware that Jane is determined to keep their sexual relationship temporary. But he has a different plan in mind.
In the morning he introduces her to his best friend…
Enjoy the following excerpt for Educating Jane Porter:
“I’m very pleased to meet you, Jane.”
His voice was smooth, cultured like a fine brandy or the perfect cigar. When he assumed the chair next to her, his scent, a mixture of lime and healthy male, tickled her senses.
This man was hot, really hot. She’d never considered going to bed with another man so quickly after bedding Antonio, but—
When she became aware both men were giving her a curious look, she cleared her throat.
“Uh…it’s lovely to meet you too.”
Santos flashed her a smile that was both amused and pleased.
You’re acting like a complete hick.
“So what brings you…uh…here, this weekend?” Inwardly she groaned. Of course he was here for Antonio’s birthday. They were friends.
Santos’s brown eyes twinkled. He took her hand and raised it to his lips.
“My friend told me the women were exquisite.”
His lips touched her skin, igniting a quick flash of heat. When his tongue touched her knuckle she shivered.
Wow.
She didn’t miss the glance the men shared. Her sex clenched.
“Isn’t she as beautiful as I described?” Antonio slid into the chair directly opposite Santos. Between the two of them they’d effectively pinned her in the corner of the terrace.
“That she is.”
“Blonde, elegant, confident.” Antonio’s hand slid under the table to settle on her left knee. “What more could a man ask for?”
“I don’t know if I’m all that.” Under the stare of both men, her cheeks heated.
“You are, and much more.” Antonio’s smile was intimate. He gave her knee a gentle squeeze and a warm ribbon of heat unfurled in her stomach.
“You’re making her blush.” Santos sounded amused.
“I enjoy making beautiful women blush.”
Her lover’s hand slid up the inside of her thigh pushing her skirt along with it. She sent a silent thank you to Kitten for requesting full-length tablecloths. Whatever he was up to, no one would be able to see under the table.
Antonio gently pressed his hand against the inside of her leg indicating his desire. Reaching for her glass, she opened her legs several inches.
“It appears you do it well,” Santos spoke.
Another hand touched her right knee, and she started. Her gaze flew to Santos’s face, but he wasn’t looking at her. A waiter approached with them with three bowls on a tray.
“As you ordered, Señor Santos.”
“Thank you, Ramon. The sun is warm, and this will be much appreciated.”
Ramon placed the first bowl in front of Jane.
“I hope you like lime,” Santos said. “I took the liberty of ordering for you.”
“Why yes, thank you.”
In unison, their hands slid further up the insides of her thighs, gently tugging
them apart. Jane snatched her spoon as the waiter completed his service. He left with a slight bow.
Antonio’s hand squeezed her upper thigh. Santos’s hand moved upward and without thinking, she spread her legs. His pinky nudged her mound, and a rush of liquid filled her pussy.
“The flavor is exquisite.” Antonio spooned a small amount of his peach gelato and offered it to Jane. “You’ll find this to be a singular experience.”
Though she wasn’t entirely sure he was speaking to her, she obediently opened her mouth. The creamy substance landed on her tongue bringing with it the cool taste of peaches and cream.
Santos’s fingers nudged her pussy.
“It is most pleasant.”
Her gaze flew to his face. He was watching her with an odd little smile. His finger parted the slick lips of her pussy to delve inside. Electricity shot through her body when he touched her clit.
There is a stranger with his hand on your crotch!
Panic overtook her and from deep in her throat, Jane squealed. When she slammed her legs shut, she wasn’t entirely sure if it was to keep him out or to hold him hostage.
“There is a shy quality to this dish.” Antonio was speaking. “But if you savor the flavor, absorbing every nuance of its sweetness, it’s well worth the effort.”
Hell, they weren’t talking about the gelato…
“Yes, I see your point,” Santos murmured. Scooping up a small bite of raspberry gelato, he offered it to her.
“You will enjoy it, I promise you,” he said.
Her stomach dropped. This was the moment. Santos wanted an invite into her bed. Her gaze darted to Antonio.
“I assure you, it is a flavor you must try.” His smile deepened. “The experience will change your world.”
Their hands on her thighs exerted enough pressure to alert her to their intentions. Need burned low, hot in her pussy. Her nipples ached with the need to be touched, sucked.
She wanted both of these men.
Jane opened her mouth to accept the bite. Cool raspberry delighted her tongue even as she relaxed her thighs. Spreading them wide, she gave them entry to her darkest desires.
“Pleasing, is it not?” Santos asked.
She couldn’t even enjoy the bite because their hands were perched at the top of her inner thighs. At the first touch of her clit, Jane swallowed the bite.
At the second stroke, her hips thrust forward.
“It’s lovely.”
Her voice was shrill to her own ears. Quickly spooning a bite of her gelato, she stuffed it into her mouth.
“Soft, creamy. It’s perfection.” Santos stroked her clit.
“Sweeter than candy. I think we should indulge as much as possible before the party tonight,” Antonio said. “It has been a while since I’ve indulged my love of sweet cream.”
A finger prodded her vagina. Her breath caught, and she was penetrated. A second finger joined the first, stretching her. Delicate nerves leapt to life sending a gush of liquid need into her pussy. Her grip on the spoon tightened, and her knuckles turned white.
Judging by the angle, it was Antonio who was finger-fucking her under the table. Her nipples hardened, creating tiny points against her thin sweater. Fighting the urge to caress them, she took another bite of the gelato. The creamy dessert was melting under the warm sun, much like she was under the table.
From the right, a finger touched her clit. Her hips shot forward in a silent plea for more.
A bite of peach gelato appeared in front of her, and she licked it from the spoon. Antonio’s greedy fingers in her pussy began to thrust while Santos stroked her clit. Antonio leaned toward her, and his lips brushed her cheek.
“I’m going to eat your pussy, Beauty.”
A whimper slipped from her lips. Her gaze was focused on her dessert bowl, now filled with green cream.
“And then, after you come against my tongue, I’m going to put my cock into your hungry pussy and fuck you until you come again.”
Explicit images crashed through her mind…her naked body, both men feasting on her flesh. Two cocks, thrusting, thrusting…
A sharp pinch on one nipple was all it took.
Antonio caught her chin and pulled her toward him. His mouth took possession of hers stifling her cry. Their tongues mated as her orgasm whipped through her body. The whole situation was so carnal, so explosive. Jane was rocked to her very core.
The spasms eased, and so did the kiss. His mouth gentled, and his fingers in her pussy did the same. They removed their hands leaving her feeling empty, shattered. Antonio broke the kiss.
“You pleased me very much, Beauty.”
She ducked her head, and he slid his arm around her waist then pulled her against his side. With the taste of Antonio thick on her tongue, she peeked up at Santos.
His gaze was direct, hot. Her eyes widened when he raised his left hand to his lips. His tongue slipped out to taste her cream, and his gaze turned fierce.
“That was quite enjoyable.” Antonio was speaking to Santos. “Aren’t you glad you took my advice and indulged this morning?”
“It was unforgettable.”
Santos’s gaze burned into her flesh, and she looked away. Just thinking about what they’d done under the table was enough to cause her heart to flutter. She’d just allowed two men, virtual strangers, to finger her under a table.
In public.
A rush of yearning moved through her body. Exhibitionism was a secret fantasy of hers, one she’d felt destined to remain unfulfilled. Her pussy clenched. Now, she wasn’t quite so sure.
“I don’t know about you, Antonio, but I’d like to taste more.” Santos tossed his napkin on the table. “Shall we move our tasting upstairs?”
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