by Harper West
“Dammit, Ryker,” Harry laughs. “Just agree.”
I pause, studying him for a moment. I know he’s right, and a part of me is thrilled at the prospect of marrying Julia, of keeping her with us forever. A lifetime of sex, a lifetime of pleasuring the most beautiful woman we’ve ever laid eyes on. That is, if she agrees. “Alright,” I finally say. “Thank you.”
Harry shrugs. “Don’t thank me yet, we need to get her to agree to it.”
I purse my lips. “True. I suspect she won’t stay just for the sex.”
“We’ll use the two weeks to court her, and see what happens,” Harry suggests.
“And if at the end of the two weeks she refuses? I’ll lose my title.”
“Ryker, do you want to be with anyone else though? Trying to find another woman would just be a waste of time when Julia is all we can think about.” Harry plops into his seat and leans towards me. “Besides, you can just live with me, buddy.”
I roll my eyes. “Just what I’ve always wanted, to be a homeless mooch. But,” I concede. “You’re right. I would rather have Julia or no woman at all.”
“Agreed.” He grins ferally.
I stand slinging my suit coat over my shoulder. “Let’s go get our woman.”
We find Julia outside, sitting patiently on the steps. It’s not clear if she left at all or if she waited for us for the entire meeting and our discussion afterwards. But I’m grateful that she’s still here. The sun is high in the sky, it’s almost noon now, and getting hot. But the heat doesn’t seem to bother her, she’s basking in the sun, her head tossed back, exposing her elegant neck. My cock is already hard at the sight of her lounging on the steps, and I feel a rush of jealousy when I spot any men eyeing her appreciatively.
Beside me, Harry adjusts his briefcase to cover his own hard cock. No woman has ever caused such strong reactions in us before at the mere sight of her in the distance. Julia is special. Julia is ours.
Harry and I bound down the steps towards her, and as if she can sense our approach, she twists around to face us. Harry grins at her and tosses her a wink. She blushes, and I notice then that her nipples are stiff despite the warmth of the day.
“How was it?” she asks, tucking a lock of dark hair behind her ear.
“Informative,” I say simply, helping her to her feet.
Her eyes drift over my erection and she bites her lip. “So, where to next?”
Harry slips an arm around her waist as we guide her down the steps. “To Themen.”
I just hope we can resist fucking her until we get there, or at least until we reach my helicopter. That’s a tall order, with Julia sashaying between us and our cocks already stiff and filled with cum for her. But we can’t rush this. Not with so much at stake.
Chapter 12
Harry
The blades of the chopper beat loudly above us, but in Ryker’s luxurious model, the sound is muffled enough to have a conversation without the use of headsets. Julia is slumped over in her leather seat, dozing. After a few glasses of champagne, courtesy of moi, and the initial excitement of flying in a helicopter, she passed right out.
It’s cute, endearing, and more than a little sexy, to see her sleeping so comfortably in the chopper with us. She’s seated next to Ryker, and he drags a hand down her arm. She shudders in her sleep but doesn’t wake any further.
A twinge of envy flashes through my body. And I imagine them on their wedding day, and wedding night, and every night after that. Just the two of them. My eyes snap towards Ryker, he’s watching me apologetically.
“What?” I ask, knowing full-well his answer.
He cocks a brow. “Tell me you don’t know.”
I roll my eyes. “Alright, I fucking know.”
I do know he’s sorry that he has to get married in two weeks. I do know he’s sorry that he’ll have an official claim to Julia. And I know that he wouldn’t ever let that get in the way of our relationship with her. Both of us or neither of us. I know that. But it’s difficult to resist the ting of jealousy I feel burning in my chest. I kick him gently, just enough to release a little frustration. He accepts it with a knowing look in his eyes. Fuck, sometimes I hate how collected he is all the time.
Julia stirs, her blue eyes blinking open sleepily. “Are we there yet?” she mumbles.
“Almost, sweetheart,” I say, resisting the urge to reach across the chopper towards her and pull her into my lap.
She’s waking up more now, her eyes clearer, brighter. She leans towards the window, pressing her face against it to get a better view of the landscape below. “You know helicopter tours of Nordonia run at a hundred US dollars a ticket, and it’s only a fifteen-minute ride,” she says.
“Well then you owe us about three hundred dollars,” I tease. “We don’t take checks.”
She grins. “Well, what do you accept?”
Ryker growls low and caresses the outside of her thigh. “What can you offer?”
She shivers, her eyes darting between the two of us. And then her eyes glitter mirthfully, the sensual twist of her lips falling away into a grin. “Kickboxing lessons,” she jokes.
“I’m not sure if that will be enough to cover the cost,” I say. “Maybe something a little more…intense.”
Suddenly, the pilot’s voice echoes out over the PA system in the chopper. “Beginning our descent, please fasten your seatbelts.”
Julia hurriedly clips hers on, and Ryker and I lean towards her simultaneously to check that it’s fastened properly. The noise of the blades increases as we descend, so we don’t speak. Julia is pressed against the glass again, watching as the chopper sinks below the tree line.
Ryker’s castle is in the mountain range of Themen, a few hours from both Ivanfjord and Levere. Surrounded by forests of pine trees and strong rivers, I always thought the isolated location suited Ryker perfectly. We land gently in a large clearing surrounded by pine trees. The pilot is such an expert we hardly feel the landing.
The blades die down, and Ryker slams the door open, hopping out of the chopper to the grass below. Julia is next, and then I follow, bringing the opened bottle of champagne with me. I keep my eyes on her ass she clambers down, and I imagine my hands on it, squeezing and slapping it while she moans and sucks Ryker’s cock. I half-close my eyes to take in the scene, I fucking need her.
The flight was about forty-five minutes, not long at all, but too long for Ryker and me. In an enclosed space with her, not touching her beyond the occasional graze was absolute and complete torture. It was like putting a three-year-old in a room with a cupcake and asking him not to eat it. But we resisted, and now we would have our cake and eat it too.
Julia coos as Ryker’s palace comes into view, a massive monolith of white stone and ivory towers, it’s one of the most spectacular castles in Nordonia. We take her in through the front door, where a butler is waiting to take my briefcase and Julia’s luggage.
Ryker keeps a short supply of servants on hand, preferring privacy. He would be a damned hermit if not for me and his title. I know for a fact that this is the only butler in his employ, there are three cooks, a staff of ten maids, and four gardeners. The small team keeps the castle in excellent shape, and most of the rooms are unused. I grin. That means we can fuck Julia just about anywhere in this place. Perfect.
“Oh my God,” Julia breaths, turning in a slow circle. “It’s amazing.”
Ryker smiles, watching her spin. “Better than the queen’s palace?”
“Well, that remains to be seen,” she says slyly. “Is there anything that could compare to the Hall of Mirrors?”
I wrap her hair around my finger, tugging softly. “I know just the place.”
I spent years here when our parents were still alive. Good friends, we often made visits to Themen, or Ryker and his family would go to Anhalt. And Ryker I would raise hell wherever we were, mostly at my prodding. I’m familiar with the layout, and there’s only one place as extravagant as the Hall of Mirrors.
Ry
Julia heads straight for the throne, running her delicate fingers over the gold filigree and red velvet. She doesn’t even pause for a moment to appreciate the stained glass, or the marbled floors and pillars.
“Ryker,” she says wryly. “Is this your throne?”
I watch as her fingers play over the fabric. Her eyes drift between us, hooded and seductive. Fuck. She wants us badly, so badly she couldn’t resist once we reached a private place.
He catches one of her hands, she gasps softly, and I can’t resist any longer. I approach from behind her, letting my hands rest on her hips. “What do you do on this throne?” she asks. Her free hand closes over mine, and suddenly she’s drawing it towards her pussy.
I groan as she directs my touch over her heat. She presses my hand into it, rubbing her clit with my hand. Ryker growls and presses his lips over her neck, breathing heavily. “Let’s fuck,” he murmurs.
She nods breathlessly, leaning into my touch and into Ryker’s lips. My eyes fall on the throne, and then I’ve got Julia in my arms. Ryker rounds the other side of the chair, his hands already unfastening the buttons of his dress shirt. I toss Julia into the velvet throne, shirking my suit coat.
While we’re undressing, her hands are flying across her blouse as she unbuttons her shirt desperately. Her breath is coming fast, her eyes intense and filled with need. Ryker hovers over her, slipping her tight jeans from her long legs. And then she’s draped over the throne, in only her lacy thong, staring hungrily at us.
We pause, watching her. She’s magnificent, her lithe body is milky white, creamy and perfect. Her small breasts rising and falling with each breath. She locks eyes with us and her hands drift towards her thong. My breath hitches in my throat as one of her fingers strokes her own pussy gently. Without breaking eye contact, she slips the thong down, and down, and down those delicious legs until it’s hanging around one of her ankles.
And then she eases down on the throne, letting her legs drift apart, exposing her pussy to us. She stretches her head back, still locking her gaze on ours, arching her back. And then her hand is on her pussy, her long fingers playing over it.
I’m stiff, stiff enough that if I watch her play with her own pussy like that anymore I’ll give myself blue balls. I need her fucking now. And I know Ryker feels the same, his grey eyes boring into her. She’s moaning softly, touching herself, her eyes raking over us. Daring us to do something.
We close in on her at the same time, her eyes flare with desire at our sudden approach. Ryker drops into the throne beside her and before she can speak, he grasps her face in his hands and draws her lips to his own. He kisses her greedily, and she moans in response. I join on her other side and suddenly she’s twisting towards me, her beautiful delicate body writhing between us.
Her lips are on mine, kissing me fiercely. I’ve got both hands on her breasts, kneading them, thumbing the nipples. Her hand is still on her pussy, rubbing desperately at her clit. Ryker gently nudges it aside with his own hand and she gasps, her lips parting in surprise as he takes over. I take the opportunity to dart my tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss.
I could lose myself in a kiss like that, deep and hungry and greedy. She moans into my lips as Ryker rolls a knuckle over her swollen clit, and the sound is enough to drive me wild. “Fuck, Julia,” I whisper against her kisses. “We want you, we want you so fucking bad.”
“Let us fuck you hard, Julia, fuck you so hard the whole castle hears your screams,” Ryker whispers into her ear, his tongue darting over it.
She arches into me, panting. And with my kisses on her neck, my hands on her breasts, and Ryker’s fingers rolling on her clit, I know Julia can’t even form the words. “More than the Hall of Mirrors, we’ll drive our cocks inside of you,” I breathe, twisting her nipple between my fingers.
“You’ll suck us deep,” Ryker moans against her hair. “Fuck, we’ll make you come so damned hard.”
Julia writhes between us, her hips grinding, searching until all of Ryker’s hand is on her pussy. Her nipples are hard, poised and ready for the taking and I swirl my tongue around them. She whimpers, her arms wrapped around both of us as she tries to drag us closer to her. But nothing will be close enough for her until our dicks are buried inside her.
I glance at Ryker, his normally subdued gaze is wild with desire. He nods imperceptibly before turning his face back to her neck. I release her breasts, my hands drifting to her hips. And then Ryker is pulling back, his hands under her arms and together we lift Julia from the throne. She gasps, and I let a finger slip into her tight hole, sending her moaning. Ryker flashes me a grin, I shrug nonchalantly. With her pussy dripping in juices, I’m just giving Julia a taste of what’s to come.
We place her back on the throne, this time on her knees and hands. Bent over like that, her perky ass in the air, her breasts dangling towards the ground, I could fuck her just like that for the rest of my life. I run my hands over the perfect curve of her ass, letting a finger slide into the slit towards that tight hole, teasing her. Her breath catches in her throat and she looks pleadingly up at Ryker.
Still thumbing that perfect ass, I watch as Ryker unbuckles his belt, never dropping his gaze from hers. I use my free hand to do the same, because now, now we’re going to fuck Julia. The Hall of Mirrors was just a taste, and this is only the beginning.
Chapter 13
Julia
I fucking scream, the sound echoing through the enormous room and back towards us. My cries only fuel Ryker and Harry, fuel their desire for me. And I love it. I fucking love it. I’m on my hands and knees in front of them, perched on that throne. Exposed and pliable for these two men. Harry’s swollen head is slipped into my pussy, and that simple movement was enough to make me cry out like a virgin having her first fuck.
But, God, he’s big, I can feel him filling up my pussy as he inches into me slowly, taking his time. It’s as much for my pleasure as it is for his own. I know I’m wet, wetter than I’ve ever been in my life, and Harry is loving it, his fingers slipping over my juices and my clit as he eases into me.
“You like that?” he asks, his voice laced with desire. And suddenly he thrusts into me completely, his balls pressed against my clit. I mewl in response, it’s all I can do when he’s thrusting into me, when his hands are on my clit, when he’s talking so fucking dirty to me. “You like it when I fuck you like this?”
My eyes flutter open and I find Ryker in front of me, watching me with fire in his eyes. His grey eyes, normally so dark and gloomy, are lit from within and eating me up. I catch movement from the corner of my eye and look down to see Ryker stroking his own cock while he watches my expression as Harry thrusts into me.
“Perfect, little jewel.” He twists his lips into a sensual smile. “You’re so sexy when he fucks you like that. Bent all over my fucking throne.”
“Ryker,” I breathe, panting with each pump from Harry behind me. It feels so good, so incredibly good to be taken this way on this velvet throne.
He groans as his name falls from my lips. And then suddenly his cock is pressed against my mouth, and I know what he wants because it’s what I want too. I open for him, my mouth stretched around his enormous member. And then I suck him deep, stretching my throat to take him in completely.
His hand is in my hair, pushing my head forward and backwards. Dominating. Demanding. But I don’t care, because it feels so damned good. Harry’s cock is filling my pussy, slamming into me over and over again as I deep throat Ryker. Every nerve in my body feels alive, tingling with pleasure.
They moan, and I hear Harry panting behind me. The sound doubles the pleasure I feel building in my pussy and around my clit. I’m getting close, I groan, the sound muffled by Ryker’s cock in my mouth. He grins at the sound.
“I think she’s almost ready,” Ryker rumbles, shuddering as my tongue runs over the thick vein on the shaft of his cock.
“Oh, she is,” Harry murmurs his agreement. He slaps my ass, and I gasp in surprise. The slap wasn’t hard enough to cause any pain, just enough sensation to send a thrill through me. I’ve never had it rough. “I can feel your tight little pussy clenching around my dick, fuck, it feels good.”
I’m trembling between them now, the sensation of Ryker’s cock in my mouth, spilling his precum between my waiting lips, and Harry’s dick in my pussy is sending me over the edge. An edge I didn’t even know existed before. I cry out again, the sound ringing out around Ryker’s cock. He shivers at the sensation and rocks against me.
Harry chuckles low. “Come on, jewel, come for us. Show us what it looks like when you come with our dicks inside you.”
And that’s enough to send me careening over that edge.
“Ah!” I scream again, louder this time, my keen sharp enough that I imagine everyone in this massive castle can hear it.
My orgasm rushes through me like a wildfire, starting in my pussy and flooding through my body until the pleasure feels unreal. Ryker grunts, and suddenly my mouth is filled with warm, sticky liquid as he comes and comes.
“Swallow for me,” he demands, groaning as he fists his hands in my hair.
And I do. I swallow everything he has, taking him even deeper so I can slurp up every last drop of his pleasure. It’s intoxicating, making him come like this when my own orgasm is still rocking me deep.
Behind me, Harry slaps my ass a final time before he roars, and his cum floods into me. His hands grip my hips tightly and he sends me slamming back against him as he drives his cock deep inside me. I feel him fill me up, his cum coating the inside of my pussy, dripping down between my lips.
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