by Harper West
“She likes it,” he growls.
“You want his dick in your pussy and mine in your ass? Is that what you want, baby?” Ryker asks, reaching his arm past my hip to finger my clit.
I writhe on top of him, my cheeks flushed with heat. I want it so damned bad.
“You want to come, sweetheart?” Harry asks. “Then come, baby, come.”
My body is so taut with pleasure and anticipation that when I orgasm, I freeze. The only part of me that moves is my pussy clenching over Ryker’s dick. He bellows his pleasure, his hand still rubbing my clit while the other bounces me on top of him.
I scream when my orgasm reaches a new level of pleasure, a peak I’ve never reached before. Harry releases his cum into my mouth, it dribbles down my chin and I lap it up greedily. My orgasm hasn’t faded yet, but my body has recovered from the initial shock. Free to move again, I grind against Ryker and I take and take and take from them.
Ryker’s cum fills my already full pussy, filling me with hot, sticky liquid. I cry out once more as my first orgasm is followed by a second one. My arms are limp at my sides, my lips falling away from Harry’s cock as I collapse against Ryker.
Harry watches, his eyes blazing with ecstasy as Ryker thrusts into me over and over. I ride him through the pleasure and when he cries out for a final time, I clench my pussy around his cock. He lurches against me, shouting, and I feel another rope of cum hit my pussy.
“Fuck!” he shouts, panting.
I slump over, leaning against the sofa, breathing heavily. Harry lifts me from Ryker and wraps me in his arms. He claims my lips with a fierce kiss. “You want us to fuck you like that forever?” he asks.
I nod weakly against his chest. Because the truth is, I can’t imagine going back to my normal life. Not after this.
Chapter 17
Harry
I wake up before my alarm – which is simply Julia’s stirring in the morning. This time, I’m up before her and Ryker both, when the sun is just beginning to stream through the windows. Julia is nestled between us, her back to me, curled into me as she snores softly.
We quickly discovered her penchant for snoring that first night when we collapsed into bed together after a long bout of sex. It doesn’t bother us though, in fact, we think it’s a little charming. That such a perfect woman could have such a flaw, one that many people find obnoxious and impossible, only makes her more perfect to us.
I lay perfectly still, careful not to disturb her. She’s a light sleeper, and with the light creeping in, I don’t want to wake her just yet. We fucked her pretty hard late into the night, making her come until she could hardly stand, she was so exhausted. But our little jewel is a good girl, and she gives and gives and gives. I want to make sure she gets enough sleep, we can’t keep our hands off of her for more than two hours in the day. She needs the energy. Our little jewel is addictive.
On her other side, Ryker is lying on his back, one hand draped over her knee. Even in our sleep we always need to be touching her. He’s a stiff, controlled man. It’s only with Julia that he can relax even a little. She has qualities that both of us need. A positive force for him, and a grounding element for me. When I’m being an asshole, which is often, she quietly reminds me with a quick pinch of my ass. She doesn’t know it only makes me want to do it more.
I carefully brush a stray strand of her dark hair away from her face. She mumbles in her sleep and edges back into me, pressing her ass against my cock. I lay a kiss to the crook of her neck as my cock stiffens. Her ass is perfect, tight and perky. Every time I see it I fantasize about fucking her in that tight hole. But there’s time for that later. Not much, but there’s time. We’re into the second week now of Ryker’s deadline, and we still haven’t broached the topic of marriage.
I’ve pulled Ryker aside several times over the past few days, trying to convince him that we need to tell her. But he’s refused each time. I know he’s afraid, and with any other situation I would kick his ass for being such a pussy. But this is different. His title is at stake. And so is our relationship with Julia. She’s not just any woman. She’s powerful, smart, funny, and sexy as hell. If we lose her, I know Ryker and I will be devastated for a long time.
So, Ryker is hesitant. We keep Julia distracted with sex and activities like horseback riding and a lesson with his premier gardener. But… it’s the second week now. Ryker has to be married in seven days. We don’t have any more time for distraction and hesitation. Today, I’ll talk to him again, more forcefully this time. And if he doesn’t tell her, I will.
Julia is stirring now, unintentionally grinding her ass against my cock. I grin and wrap an arm around her, rolling her over until she’s on her back, her naked breasts in the air. She smiles sleepily at me and throws an arm over me. She doesn’t know what she does to me so easily. I could ravish her right here.
“Good morning, jewel,” I whisper, lightly kissing the tip of her nose.
“Good morning,” she says softly.
“Do you want breakfast first or a shower?” I ask, playing a finger over one of her stiff nipples.
She shivers pleasantly. “Shower.”
“Okay.” I smile. “Let’s go.”
Carefully, we ease out of her enormous bed and pad towards the bathroom. She glances back at Ryker, still sleeping soundly, before we shut the bathroom door behind us. It’s become something of a morning ritual for the two of us to shower together or order breakfast for the three of us before Ryker wakes. He knows, but he’s been so busy working that he’s too exhausted to join us.
Julia turns on the shower, setting our bathrobes aside. In seconds, the bathroom is clouded with steam from the hot shower, Julia’s naked form is partially hidden in the condensation. She steps into the shower, an overly-large rain-head shower tucked into the corner of the bathroom.
I pause at the entrance, a thin glass plate, and admire her body. She’s lithe, strong, and tall. Her ass is tight, her breasts small and perky with the perfect bounce. And when she wets her hair and it streams over her shoulder in drenched ribbons she looks like a fucking siren.
She pauses her lathering and looks coyly at me over her shoulder. “Coming in?”
“Hell yes,” I murmur, stepping into the scorching water.
We waste no time with creating sexual tension between us before we throw ourselves into each other’s arms. Grunting, I lift her into my arms and she deftly wraps her legs around my waist. I can feel my cock at the entrance of her pussy, she’s not ready yet. But she will be.
She gasps as my lips leave a trail of fire from her lips to her neck. I kiss and lick her jugular, feeling the pulse of her blood beneath my tongue. Julia’s wet, slick body is pressed against my body, every inch of us touches in intimacy that can’t be replicated anywhere else.
I catch her nipple in my teeth, and she bucks against me, so close to capturing my cock with her pussy. “Greedy girl,” I murmur against her breath.
She shivers as the vibration of my words caresses her nipple. “I can’t help it,” she pants, writhing against me.
I slip a finger along her pussy, between the lips. She’s soaking wet. Her sweet, sticky juices coat my finger completely. I press the coated finger to her lips and ease it into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the finger, making me think of her tongue giving me head, as she tastes her own juices.
“See how good you taste, baby girl?” I ask, growling softly.
She whimpers softly and nods. Her hands grip my shoulders tightly as I ease my cock to her entrance. I almost come when her body arches against me as I slip inside of her. Her lips are open in a silent scream as I pump into her.
“You like that?” I ask. “You like it when I fuck you like this?”
“Yes,” she gasps as I thrust into her.
“I’m going to make you scream,” I warn her, squeezing her ass tightly.
She grins, bucking against me. “You always do.”
And that drives me over the edge. I growl as I thrust deeper,
all the way in. So deep she’ll feel as if I’m filling every inch of her being. Her breath hitches in her throat as I pump faster into her. Her back bounces against the stone wall behind her with each thrust. The water streams down her face, off of her open lips and down her breasts. It’s erotic and intoxicating.
She’s trembling against me, shaking as she grinds her hips against me. I know she’s close and that she’s eager. So, I decide to try something new. Something a little dangerous. Swiftly, I slip a finger into her ass at the same time as I pump into her.
She releases a shrill cry at the new sensation, and I feel her pussy clench around my dick. “Such a tight little ass,” I growl. “You like that?”
Julia doesn’t answer, she simply rocks with my body, her pussy clenching rhythmically. And I realize she’s coming right there. Coming so softly and so completely I almost didn’t notice. I slow, stretching out her orgasm to its fullest extent. She sighs deeply, grinding with me, her lips barely parted.
“Is my little jewel coming?” I ask, slipping my finger in and out of her ass in time with my cock.
She nods lazily, but I want more from her. I bite her nipple roughly, lapping at it with my tongue to ease the pain.
“Tell me,” I demand, thrusting deep.
“It feels so good, Harry,” she cries, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I keep my finger in her ass and tease her inside until she’s mewling in my arms. Her orgasm reaches its climax, taking her to another level. She writhes wildly, biting her lip to keep from screaming as the water streams over her face. And I come. I come so fucking hard I feel it pound into her and spill back out around my cock. She groans as she feels me come inside of her and sinks deeper onto my cock.
“Fuck, Julia,” I roar, emptying myself into her.
When my orgasm fades and Julia sags against me, propped up by my body and the wall, I kiss her fiercely, roughly. She accepts the kiss easily, groaning when I bite her lips. With my hands supporting her, I slip my cock from her pussy, feeling her juices coating me. Gently, I place her back on her feet.
She soaps and lathers my body, taking extra care around my cock until I’m coming again, this time all over her hand. Then I wash her, massaging her breasts and slipping my hand between the lips of her pussy until she’s begging for more. And then I fuck her again, back up against the stone wall. But when she finishes and her climax ebbs, I only have one thing on my mind.
What I say next might be the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever done. I may be taking it too quickly, telling her too abruptly. But I can’t wait any longer. Not only because Ryker’s title depends on it, but because I want her to stay. So, I take a deep breath and prepare myself for the worst decision of my life.
“Julia,” I say, taking a small step away from her.
Her brows pinch together with confusion. “What’s wrong?”
“I have something to tell you,” I say. “Something difficult to say.”
She stands just outside of the water pouring from the showerhead. “Okay. What is it?” Her voice is stretched with tension and fear.
I take a deep breath. Here goes nothing. “We need you to marry Ryker.”
It’s better to just rip the Band-Aid off. So I tell her simply, give it to her straight.
“What?” She gapes.
“If Ryker doesn’t get married by the end of the week, he’ll lose everything,” I explain.
She wrenches away from me. “Are you saying that’s why you brought me here? That’s why you two… that’s why you two have been doing this?” She gestures between our naked bodies. “Fucking me like this? To trick me? God, do you even like me?”
“No, no.” I reach for her, but she slips away from my grasp towards the water. “We didn’t know when we met you. We wanted you before we knew.”
She looks doubtfully at me. “It’s just too coincidental.”
“It was perfect, when we found you again. I swear, Julia, when we took you to the palace we didn’t know. We found out after,” I insist, turning the water off.
She holds her head as if it’s throbbing painfully. “I just don’t understand, you want me to marry Ryker in a week?”
“We’re asking you to do that. We feel so, so strongly for you Julia. If you marry Ryker, I know he’ll do everything in his power to make you happy, and I will too.” I stare pleadingly at her.
“I need some time,” Julia finally says, biting her lip.
Before I can speak, she darts out of the shower and tears a robe from the wall. She’s out the door before I can follow. I hear a sharp yelp and then the padding of wet feet across the hardwood. I reach the door in time to see Julia disappearing from the room in only her robe.
“Fuck!” I slam my fist against the wall. “Dammit!”
I made a serious mistake. I fucked up. I should have eased her into it, should have waited for Ryker. Should have done something differently. Fuck, she must feel like we’ve been using her. And by giving herself to us so completely, that must make her feel even worse.
Ryker is awake, standing in confusion in the center of the room. I spot a wet streak against his chest, Julia must have run into him in her haste to leave. He approaches me, brows furrowed. His black hair is mussed with sleep, though somehow still coifed. His grey eyes are cold and worried.
“What the hell is going on?” he asks, staring at me.
I inhale sharply. “I messed up.”
His eyes narrow. “Harry, what the fuck did you do?”
“I told her,” I say, instantly regretting the words. “I told her that we need her to marry you.”
He groans, dragging a hand over his jaw. “Dammit, Harry!” I nod silently, accepting his reproach. I expect him to tear into me, maybe even throw a couple punches, but instead he simply sighs. Then he eyes me, and I know he’s curious. “What did she say?”
“She said she needs time.” I splay my hands helplessly.
“We have to talk to her, to explain,” he insists, turning towards the door.
I catch his arm. “No, let’s give her the space she needs to think. We can’t push this.”
He wrenches away from me, stabbing a finger in my face. “This is your fucking fault.”
I slap his hand away, snarling. “She needed to know, Ryker. We should have told her before.”
“No,” he says heatedly. “Now she’ll leave. I’ll be without a province and we’ll both lose her. We’re going to lose her, Harry, do you understand that?”
“I do,” I say. “But if we didn’t tell her, by the end of the week asking that of her would be even worse.”
“Damn,” he mutters. I can see him calming down, his jaw relaxing and the wild look in his eyes fading. “I can’t lose her.”
“Neither can I,” I agree, breathing deeply.
He glances anxiously towards the door. “We should leave, let her have her room back. Give her some real privacy.”
We collect a few stray pieces of clothing and slip from the room. Down the hall, I imagine I spot her peeking around the corner, watching us. But it’s only my imagination, I don’t know where she’s hidden herself. Ryker and I shut ourselves into his room and collapse on the sofa. A hockey game plays in the background, but neither of us pay attention. And I know we’re both thinking of life without Julia.
It’s impossible. Unthinkable. I would give anything to make her stay, but I know it’s not my decision. Julia is her own person. Now, we can only wait and hope that she’ll accept Ryker as her husband, or at the very least stay with us. If he loses his title, we could still all be together. I want more than that for him, but even keeping Julia for a little longer has me turned around.
My gut twists in my stomach as I hear her door slam. And then there’s silence, and Ryker and I are staring at the wall. I can’t even meet his eyes. I fucked up. We both did. But there’s no going back now. I glance up towards the ceiling and pray that Julia will stay.
Chapter 18
Julia
I watch
from the end of the hall as they disappear into Ryker’s room. I’ve only been in there a few times to make love because when we sleep it’s in my bed. I wait until I’m sure they won’t come out again before slipping out of my hiding spot. Quickly, I pad down the hall, my robe wrapped tightly around me, and slip into my room.
Inside, I collapse in front of the fireplace, feeling exhausted and drained. I can hardly believe that Harry sprung the news on me so abruptly. But I guess I should be grateful that he was so upfront about it. He didn’t dance around the bush and leave me confused. Although, I’m more confused than ever now.
Marriage…
That explains why there’s been a parade of women visiting Ryker every single day. They want to get their sticky hands on a duke. This is the best opportunity, they would be thinking he’s desperate for a wife and that any woman would do. I feel a touch of sympathy as I imagine how Ryker must have taken the news. And all of the women vying for his attention would be like rubbing salt on a wound. And, of course, I feel a surge of jealousy. All of those women knew about the marriage but me. They knew and they could actually do something about it. While they kept me in the dark.
I was wrong about being their dirty little secret, it was another secret they were trying to keep from me. And while I’m angry that they kept the truth from me, I still can’t accept that they want me to marry Ryker. I can’t believe they already put marriage on the table. It’s only been a little more than a week since we first met, and a week exactly since we started having sex. I don’t know if I can get married so soon, so abruptly. We hardly know each other, when I really think about it. We’ve been more intimate than most couples, but the truth is I don’t know much about them. I want to though.
It’s that desire to be closer to them emotionally and physically that has me conflicted. In the United States, some couples don’t marry at all. And most date for at least a year before they even consider engagement, and then of course the engagement period typically lasts six months. They’re asking me to be married, not just engaged, by the end of the week. It’s insane, crazy, and probably impossible. But at the same time, I know I’m actually considering it. The connection I feel with them is too strong not to consider it.