Fifty Shades of Goldilocks (The Fifty Shades of Jezebel Trilogy Book 3)

by Melinda DuChamp

  Strangely, that made the delicious agony more extreme.

  Robert seemed to sense her growing need to breathe, and without Jez signaling him she was pulled back up to the surface. When her face popped out of the water, she let the breath go and took a few in.

  All sexual stimulation ceased.

  “Why are you stopping?” Jez tilted her hips upward, wanting Barry to continue. She tried arching her back, thrusting her nipples up toward Robert’s fingers. But the brothers remained still, simply smiling at her.

  “Are you very aroused, Jezebel?” Robert asked her.

  “Yes! Dear heavens, yes! Please continue.” She beseeched with her eyes, first Barry, then Robert. “Please.”

  “As you wish,” Barry said. “Take a breath, Jezebel.”

  She took in a great gulp of air, nodded at Robert, and he pushed her under. Barry immediately began short little thrusts, the head of his cock massaging her g-spot. His fingers resumed their caress of her clit. Robert slowly twisted her nipples.

  Jezebel wanted to moan, to gasp, but she couldn’t while submerged. And her enforced silence seemed to make the pressure build.

  Robert’s fingers pinched Jezzy’s tits more firmly, more roughly. Her pussy clamped over Barry’s cock as it drove further and further into her. She could feel the orgasm poised to crash over her any minute. The buzz in her head—oxygen deprivation—made it almost unbearable. She was so close… so close…

  Then she was lifted up again.

  Frustration blossomed inside of Jezebel and she made a growling, annoyed sound when she reached the surface. “I think I’m ready to come, now.”

  “Soon, Jezebel.” Barry grinned. He pulled out of her and released her legs.

  Robert lifted her upward, so that she stood on her feet once again.

  Jezebel looked from one Bare to the other, puzzled. “I haven’t come yet. This can’t be the end of the aquatic portion of my spa package.”

  “Of course not,” Robert said. “That would be cruel.”

  “We’re merely changing activities so that you can enjoy a different position,” Barry said. “I think you’ll find the next activity even more challenging.”

  “Okay,” Jezebel said, her heart pounding and her whole body humming. “What’s next?”

  Barry placed his hands on her shoulders and gently turned her until she faced Robert. “How would you like to try giving an underwater blowjob?”

  Jezebel looked into the water at Robert’s thick, bobbing cock. It looked so lovely in the blue of the water. But she wasn’t sure if she could hold her breath with a dick thrusting in and out of her mouth.

  “I’m not sure I can—”

  “I know,” Robert said. “I can read. I’ll pinch your nose closed. You’ll be fine.”

  “And what will you be doing?” Jezzy asked Barry.

  “Me?” Barry smiled. “I will enter your sweet pussy from behind. Are you ready?”

  Jezebel’s body buzzed. Her clit tingled as she gazed at Robert’s thick length and beautiful bulbous head. So lickable. So suckable. And the thought of Barry plunging into her at the same time Robert filled her mouth made her wet.

  Which, admittedly, was hard to gauge since she was waist-deep in water.

  “Are you ready?” Barry asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Excellent!” Barry grabbed Jezebel’s hips and positioned himself directly below her bottom so that she was floating slightly above his lap, as if he were a chair under the water. Then once again he found her hungry opening and shoved his length inside.

  Jezebel gasped with the sudden, sharp carnality of it. All of the sex she’d had already had made her incredibly sensitive, and now every movement seemed to bring her to the edge.

  Barry pulled her hips and thrust, sinking deep inside. “Here we go, Jezebel. Take a breath and start sucking Robert’s cock.”

  Jezebel took a breath and felt Barry duck down behind her, taking her down with him. She heard him suck in a breath as well, then the water moved over her face again. This time, she kept her eyes open, and her hands moved down Robert’s taught six pack, helping Jezebel lead herself along the line of hair that pointed to his thick erection. She opened her mouth, excitement pulsing through her as she took Robert’s head between her lips.

  At first it was tricky to move her mouth and tongue over him while he pinched her nostrils. But soon she got the hang of it and flicked her tongue around his ridge, using the pool water for suction and lubrication. When Jezebel got the rhythm down, that pleasurable head-buzz began to grow. She could faintly hear Robert’s moans above the surface of the water, mingling with Barry’s lusty grunts.

  Barry drove into her, each stroke harder, deeper. His sack slapped against her nub with each thrust. His fingers gripped her hips, and the whole experience was so animalistic that she felt her pussy tighten and spasm around him, massaging him, urging him on.

  Jezebel became dizzy, and began to thrash. Her entire body sang with passion and need. As if this was a dream. As if she was losing control of her whole being. As if she was about to come and come and never—

  Robert slid from her mouth, and she was pulled to the surface.

  “Don’t… stop…” Jezebel tilted her hips, moving up and down on Barry’s rock hard cock, straining to press her clit against his fingers. She was gasping for breath, and panting, her need to climax so strong that she couldn’t think.

  Barry removed his fingers and gripped her hips, lifting her almost all the way off of him. Only his head remained inside of her. “Easy, Jezebel. Slow down.”

  “I can’t,” she panted. “I can’t.”

  “You can,” Robert said to her, his face red, his eyes dark. “Be patient. When we all come, it’ll be epic. You’ll see.”

  When her breathing returned somewhat to normal, Barry slid back inside of her. “Are you ready, Jezebel?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “We don’t want you to pass out completely.” Barry’s voice was husky, his breath cool on her neck. “I like you. Also, I don’t have any desire to bang a corpse. That’s icky. And it would probably result in prison time.”

  “I’m not going to die,” Jez promised, “but please don’t let me up again until I give you the hand signal.”

  “What if, in the throes of passion, I don’t see the hand signal?” Robert asked.

  “Then I’ll bite your dick off.”

  “I’ll keep an eye out for that hand signal,” Robert said.

  Jezebel took a breath, and then she was descending into the water again. Rose petals floated past her eyes as she sank below the surface, and her hands eagerly walked down Robert’s belly, leading her to his straining shaft.

  He lifted his hips to meet her, and she took his head deep in her mouth, swirling her tongue around him. She pulled back, licking the length of his cock, and reached her hand between his legs, beneath his length, and gently massaged his sack. His cock jerked against her slightly open lips, urging her to let it in, and she did, licking and sucking as Barry made short, sharp thrusts into her.

  Jezebel listened to the rising sound of the brothers’ moaning and grunting as she worked her mouth over Robert’s manhood. She licked the veins that ran along the length, and lightly ran her teeth along the skin. Then she used only her lips, massaging the head, fast at first, then slow and sensuous.

  Robert’s cock flexed against her tongue, and Jezzy took the head all the way to the back of her throat, caressing his balls with her palms. Her pussy contracted around Barry’s member, and the first stirrings of her climax began deep inside. Her lungs burned, dizziness setting in, and that made her double her efforts on Robert’s cock, her mouth sliding back and forth, slathering fat, luxurious licks along the head and length, her fingers found his sack and began massaging. She was determined that Robert would come, hard, into her mouth, and she wasn’t stopping this time until he did.

  Her determination must have showed, because Robert’s cries sounded both urgent and helple
ss. His hands found her head and he gently held her face as he fucked her mouth, completely giving in to her demands.

  Moving her ass backwards, she squeezed the muscles of her pussy, massaging Barry’s cock as he jabbed into her. She wanted him to thrust deep and hard, and made her desires known with her movements. His cries and grunts joined Robert’s and soon their lusty sounds mingled and she couldn’t tell one from the other. His plunges became more frantic, and as her lungs began to scream, her body seized, and her walls began contracting over Barry’s cock as blackness began to blur her vision.

  At that moment, Robert spilled into her mouth, his salty flavor mingling with the taste of the pool water. She moved back, focusing and sucking on the head, milking each and every drop of his essence. Wave after wave of gratification claimed her as she sucked, her body shaking and quivering with each peak.

  Then she was being lifted out of the water, into a more upright position, and Barry stabbed himself deeply into her from behind as she scooped in a breath of air, still quaking in climax. He gripped her, his body shuddering as he cried out. He shoved his steely rod deep, deep inside of her and her pussy quavered around him. Her orgasm faded as he slumped against her shoulder, panting.

  “Jezebel,” Barry said. “You are fan-fucking-tastic.”

  “Sen-fucking-sational,” Robert agreed, leaning back against the wall of the pool, his face happy and satisfied.

  “And no one died this time!” Barry said.

  “No prison!” Robert said. “Yipee!”

  Jezebel could find no words at all. She simply enjoyed the last pulses of her ebbing orgasm, feeling like the most powerful, most sexy, most alive woman in the world.

  Hellfire Yoga

  As Jack had arranged, Jezebel spent the night in a luxurious suite. But though the club offered plenty of evening social events of the stimulating variety, after the day Jezzy had enjoyed, she suspected she couldn’t manage even one more orgasm. Tomorrow was her wedding day, and she needed her beauty rest. And although Jez was still a bit nervous about being the bride Jack deserved, her day had been so exhausting, she slept as deeply as if she’d pricked her finger on an enchanted spinning wheel.

  The next morning was beautiful. The sun shone. The birds sang. And Jezebel’s anxiety came back full force.

  “It’s my wedding day,” she told the non-magic mirror in her room.

  Being non-magic, it didn’t reply and didn’t show her to be as perfect as she wished.

  Damn.

  After a light breakfast in bed, she showered and dressed in a Hellfire Club Spa silk robe. Before she could wonder what to do next, a knock sounded on the door.

  “Jezebel? Are you ready to begin your most special day?”

  Quite the question.

  Jezzy opened the door and came face-to-face with the perfect Bare, who was still… perfectly bare.

  “You’re so perfect,” Jezebel said.

  “Don’t be silly. No one is perfect. For instance, I have this large mole on my back that looks like Abraham Lincoln.”

  She turned, and indeed had such a mole, almost fifteen centimeters long. And hair grew out of it exactly where Lincoln’s beard was supposed to be.

  “I don’t know how I never noticed that before,” Jezebel said. “Have you gotten that thing checked out?”

  “Stage four malignant sarcoma,” Bare said. “I have two months to live. But I’m still happy. See?”

  Bare smiled wide to indicate how happy she was.

  “Aren’t you… bothered?”

  “By my hideous carcinogenic mole and the impending death it represents? No, Jezebel. Because I have confidence in myself. And that’s all that matters.”

  “I wish I had that much confidence.”

  “You have it inside you.” Bare tossed her a wink. “In fact, I think that you’ll be the loveliest bride in the castle.”

  “I’ll be the only bride in the castle,” Jezzy said.

  “And you’ll be lovely. But only if you relax. Here at the Hellfire Club Spa, we aim to give you an experience that’s not too soft and not too hard, not too short and not too long, not too small and not too big, not too empty and not too full, not too light and not too firm, all so that on your wedding day, you’ll feel just right.”

  “You’re really hammering home the whole Goldilocks thing.”

  “Sometimes our clients aren’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, so repetition is important.”

  “Hmm?”

  “Repetition is important.”

  “Ahh. Good thinking,” Jez said. “I just wish I could be as confident as you are.”

  “You will be.”

  “Hmm?”

  “You will be confident.”

  “I wish.”

  Bare led her to a large room with mats on the floor and mirrors covering the walls. The air smelled distinctly of lavender and was hot enough to rival the steam room from yesterday.

  A stunning blonde woman stood in the center of the room frozen in a yoga positon known as tree pose. She stood statue still, her eyes closed, her face peaceful, and her body very, very naked.

  “Alice!”

  Jezzy’s matron of honor opened her blue eyes, and a bright smile crossed over her face. “Jez! Wow. The hair is great. Let me look at you!”

  Jezebel obliged, untying her robe’s belt and letting the silk slip from her shoulders. The lights in the yoga studio glowed on her bare breasts and the smoothness of her freshly-waxed pussy, the image reflected by every wall in the room.

  “You look amazing.”

  “Not as amazing as you.”

  “Don’t be silly, we’re both amazingly amazing.” Alice pulled her close for a hug. Their breasts pillowed into one another, nipple rubbing nipple. “I know I was scheduled to meet you for hair and makeup, but I just couldn’t resist the idea of coming early and getting in a little yoga.”

  “That green guy from Star Wars?”

  “Yoga, not Yoda. Wait until you try Hellfire yoga. It’s hot.”

  “Everything at the Hellfire Spa is hot,” Jez said.

  “This is literally hot. A hundred and one degrees in the studio. That’s thirty-eight Celsius for the readers outside the USA.”

  “We’ll begin with some lovely essential oils,” Bare said. She picked up a bottle from a cart near the studio’s wall, the shape of the vessel reminding Jezebel of a penis, just like the bottles in the salon. She poured a dab of oil into Jezzy’s palm then Alice’s.

  Jezzy took a deep breath, drawing in a scent that seemed to immediately loosen the tension in her muscles. “Mmm, lavender.”

  Alice rubbed her hands together, then brought them to Jezzy’s breasts. She kneaded the soft mounds, running her fingers around Jezzy’s nipples until they seemed to stand up, begging for more.

  “That feels so good,” Jezebel murmured. She smoothed her own palms to Alice’s body. Starting at her rib cage, Jezzy smoothed the oil upward, lifting her luscious tits and cradling them, one then the other, while slathering the pink nipples with oil until they glistened.

  “Ohhh,” Alice moaned. “That smells and feels wonderful.”

  “Now that you’re warmed up,” Bare said in a soothing yoga voice, “raise your arms above your head, then keeping your chest up and back straight, we’ll take a forward fold.”

  Being more experienced in yoga, Alice performed the pose first. She stretched upward, arching her back and thrusting her breasts forward, then she bent at the waist, bringing her head all the way down to her ankles, her legs remaining straight.

  Forward fold.

  And from where Jezzy stood, she had a clear view of Alice’s more intimate folds.

  “Jezebel?” Bare prompted.

  Jezzy stretched then folded. The extension burned along her hamstrings.

  “The crease is at the hip, Jezebel.” Bare said, moving up between her and Alice. “Bend at the hip, then relax your back and neck…”

  Jezzy felt something tickle her exposed labia. Glancing to the si
de, she saw Bare was standing close, smoothing oil over Alice’s most intimate area, as well as Jezzy’s.

  “Relax,” Bare repeated, still stroking.

  Jezzy could feel the tension leave her muscles. Her back softened, the bend feeling more severe and more natural at the same time. The heat of the room, Bare’s stroking fingers, Alice’s sexy body, all of it combined to make her juices flow.

  “Good, good. Now walk your hands forward, then stretch back into a downward dog. You first, Alice.”

  Alice walked forward on her hands, then tilting her bottom up in the air, she rested most of her weight back on her legs.

  Jezzy had practiced this pose before, only not in a yoga studio. It was one of Jack’s favorites, and Jezebel could almost imagine him behind her, driving his hard shaft inside her while his sack swung against her most sensitive spot.

  She might be nervous about the wedding, but she was looking forward to the wedding night. It seemed like forever since Jack had been inside her.

  When it was Jezebel’s turn, she was wetter than ever. As she walked forward then stretched back, tilting her hips in the air, she couldn’t help but wonder if Bare could see the moisture glistening at her opening.

  “Perfect, both of you. Now I will begin with the backs of your legs.” At that, Bare’s hands began massaging, one on Jezebel’s calves, the other on Alice’s.

  “You are so talented with your hands, Bare dear.” Alice said. “And to do both of us at the same time? Simply amazing.”

  “Here at the Hellfire Club Spa, we aim to please.”

  Using slow and sensual movements, Bare moved up to Jezzy’s knees, then over her thighs. She paused to pour more oil into her palms, then continued. Her fingers smoothed the oil higher, working it into her inner thigh, kneading the muscle, moving ever closer to Jezebel’s quickly responding womanhood.

  “Remember the breath, ladies. It’s all about the breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth.”

  Jezzy tried her best to regulate her breathing, to slow her racing pulse.

  Bare switched to the other calf, smoothing her hands over the muscles, working the heavenly oil into the skin, slowly, gently, then firmly.