The Seduction

by Jessie Jones

  "Deal!" Gillian calmly said as she tossed down her cards on the table. "Three queens; beat that, John."

  John knit his brows together as he looked at his cards and then looked at Gillian. "Damn it, kitten. Mr. Dauphin taught you to hustle pretty well. However, you don't become the king of the underworld without picking up a few tricks yourself." John then laid down his cards and smiled. "Four kings, love. Looks like you lost."

  "No!" Gillian exclaimed although her nipples were already becoming hard nubs with the thought of having John's cock in her. She had honestly thought she was going to win. How the hell could she sleep with John in front of his friends? "You cheated, dammit!"

  "I would not have pegged you for a sore loser, Gillian." John smiled before leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs. "You lost, sweetheart, and now it's time to pay up. Come to me, kitten."

  Gillian's heart was about to beat out of her chest. Every nerve ending in her body felt electrified. She watched John take a long drink of his beer before rubbing his bearded chin. His eyes were intense and full of lust. "I…can't…" she began as she cast her eyes down.

  "You can and will, kitten. Come here now."

  John's cock slammed against the zipper of his pants as he watched Gillian slowly stand up and make her way around the table. As she passed by Patrick, the Irishman pulled her down on his lap. Patrick's lips found hers as his hand gripped her neck. The growl caught in the back of his throat as she undulated her bottom against his groin. Just as he deepened the kiss, John grabbed her hand and pulled her off Patrick's lap. He kissed her lips before walking around her in a slow circle.

  "Hmm, what to do first, Gillian," the gorgeous Brit huskily said as his hand traveled across her breasts before sliding down her stomach. "Do I have you suck my cock, or do I finally fuck that beautiful cunt? Let's start with you taking off your clothes while Pat and I watch. Be a good girl and hop up on the table." As she began to tremble and open her mouth to speak, John put his fingers against her lips. "Keep your eyes on me as you take off your dress. You'll enjoy every moment of tonight, I promise. I wouldn't hurt you, kitten."

  As Gillian stepped back to do as he ordered, John said in fluent Italian, "I'm going to need a little room, boys, and Gillian needs some space. Benito, you and Kin move farther away. Pat, you come sit across from me."

  Gillian watched the men move and knew that John had ordered the change. It made her feel better knowing that Benito and Kin had moved. At least in her mind, she could pretend it was just the three of them. She then stepped up into a chair to stand on the table. Slowly and deliberately, Gillian reached down to pull the form fitting dress up her thighs, stomach, and then over her head. She watched John's eyes blacken with lust before she undid her strapless, black bra and allowed it to fall to the floor. Standing only in diamonds and heels, John motioned with his finger for her to turn around. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she did as he ordered. As her eyes found Patrick, Gillian found the man rubbing his hardened cock through his pants. When the Irishman's eyes met hers, Gillian felt her pussy flood again as it pulsed with need and excitement.

  "Isn't she stunning, Pat?" John asked in Gaelic as he too rubbed his painful erection through his pants. "Gillian's body was made for hard, intense fucking, and now she belongs to us."

  "Absolutely breathtaking, Johnny," Patrick replied, feeling hot and sweaty. Her body was perfectly designed for sin. Her breasts were round and large, her hips full and wide. Gillian's skin was porcelain and flawless, and the little strip of hair between her legs was glistening with her juices. He was going to enjoy tonight, and then the good doctor would be on her way. "But you talk as though Gillian will be staying longer than tonight. Not possible, mate. We enjoy her tonight, and then she leaves tomorrow after giving us the book."

  John said nothing in response to his brother's remark. The Irishman wanted the woman as much as he did, but for some reason, he was fighting it. Somehow, he didn't think Patrick would be as eager to let the American go in the morning. John was going to have to make sure and change his mate's mind. With a seductive smile on his face, he commanded, "Get on your knees, sweetheart, and crawl to Patrick. Stay on all fours, and keep that lovely ass in the air."

  Gillian did as John instructed. As she seductively crawled across the table toward Patrick, she watched the Irishman remove the vest he wore and begin to unbutton the white shirt underneath. Gillian began to openly salivate as his tanned, broad, muscular chest was exposed. The golden skin was tight and taut and covered in a variety of tattoos. As she got closer, he reached under her and began massaging her breasts with his hands.

  Bringing Gillian only inches from his face, Patrick said, "Your body is magnificent, love. I have wanted to do this since I saw you that night at Radio." The Irishman then ran his tongue along her lips. When Patrick heard her gasp, he chuckled. He then allowed one hand to slowly trail down her stomach to her core. His finger trailed her wet pussy lips as his tongue mated with hers playfully. When she grabbed his arms for support, Patrick said, "I thought you didn't like me, sweetheart. I can stop if you want me to. Do you want me to stop?"

  Gillian moaned as his fingers dipped into her pussy to slowly massage her clit. The breath caught in her throat before she gripped Patrick's hair and slammed her mouth on his. The animalistic growl she heard from him sent shivers of electricity through her body, and he quickly took control of the kiss. Not wanting to end the contact, one hand slid down his muscular body to begin undoing his pants. Gillian then pulled free his enormous, throbbing cock and began stroking it with one hand.

  Patrick broke the kiss as his blond head fell back in ecstasy. His muscular hips undulated in perfect rhythm to her movements. He loved how bold and honest Gillian was in her caresses. He had never wanted a woman to control the pace of sex, but he would gladly let this woman. The sound of John clearing his throat broke her spell over him. What the hell was wrong with him? Patrick O'Malley let no woman control him…ever!

  He gripped Gillian's throat with one hand and brought her face back to his. "Since my dick is in your hand, sweetheart, I am going to assume you don't want me to stop." Patrick smiled before kissing her lips. "I want you to suck my cock, Gillian. Put your mouth on me."

  A soft, sensual grin touched Gillian's beautiful face before she kissed Patrick and then trailed her lips and tongue down his muscular frame toward his giant, erect shaft. She gripped his cock in her hand and playfully licked the head, tasting the salty precum. She then licked the vein of his throbbing organ before easing the tip into her hot, sweet mouth. The Irishman nearly came unglued as his head fell back in pure surrender. Before he could tell her to, Gillian relaxed her throat and jaw muscles and deep throated the entire length of his cock. As the tip of it reached the back of her mouth, she began to hum. Patrick's muscular stomach convulsed, and he growled at the most intense pleasure of his life. Knotting his hand into the American's ebony hair, Patrick then began to control her movements.

  As Patrick controlled the head he was receiving from Gillian, John took off his jacket and shirt and positioned the American's perfectly shaped bottom before him. With his hands, he spread her ass and moaned at the small, pink hole staring back at him. John's mouth salivated at the pussy juices sliding down the inside of her porcelain thighs. He massaged the plump skin on her ass before he playfully slapped both cheeks. John then leaned forward and ran his tongue up her glossy pussy lips. Hearing Gillian's moan and watching more moisture develop between the folds, had John repeating his actions. He then gripped her hips and attacked her cunt with his mouth. He sucked on her engorged clit and licked the painful nub with his tongue as she began undulating against his face. John felt her pussy clench around his tongue before his mouth was flooded with her juices.

  Gillian pulled Patrick's cock from her warm mouth as the orgasm tore through her body. She screamed as her clit pulsed on John's tongue, but her scream was soon captured in Patrick's mouth as he slammed his mouth on hers for a passionate kiss. As the Irishman
's tongue began mating with hers, the contact was lost as John grabbed her ankle and dragged her to the edge of the table. Before she knew what was happening, the Brit had her sitting on the table and his mouth slammed on hers. Gillian moaned again in pleasure as she tasted herself on his tongue. Her hands roamed his body, and she found herself not being able to get close enough to him. Feeling the head of his enlarged dick rubbing against her clit had the doctor spreading her legs and wrapping them around his waist, all thoughts of the other men in the room gone.

  "I'm going to fuck my pussy, kitten," John growled, breaking the kiss as he continued to rub his dick in between her lips. "While I fuck what belongs to me, you are going to suck Pat off."

  "I don't belong to you," Gillian breathlessly moaned as he beat the tip of his cock against her throbbing clit. Her eyes locked with his, and the lust she saw there was replaced with something unreadable.

  "Oh, but you do," John replied, a deep rage forming in the base of his spine at her refusal. This woman belonged to him, and he had no intentions of letting her go, book or no book. "And I'm going to prove it. Tell these men how much you want me, kitten."

  Gillian shook her head in refusal, but it fell back in pure, sweet pleasure as John eased his cock deep within her core. John then pulled out slowly, only to plunge back in balls deep. He engaged in the sweet torture several more times before he pulled all but the tip of his dick out and froze. Sweat poured off him as he stilled his movements. When Gillian tried to slide him back into her warmth by undulating her own hips, John twisted her nipples before slapping each of the large, porcelain globes with his hand. Her passion filled, emerald eyes immediately shot to his as she moaned in frustration. John then loosely gripped her neck and brought her face close to his.

  "Are you frustrated, kitten?" John asked with a sensual smile on his lips. Truth be told, he was on the edge himself and near the breaking point. He only hoped he could hold out longer than she could. "If you want me to fuck that pretty pink pussy, then you will tell these men how much you want me. Pat, come here. Kitten has something she wants to tell you."

  The Irishman quickly walked around the table. His dick painfully throbbed as he slowly jerked it. He knew exactly what John wanted the witch to do, and John Kenric always got what he wanted. Patrick found himself wanting her name on his lips too, so to add to her torture, he began massaging her clit with his fingers. He kissed her softly on the lips before he whispered, "Tell Johnny what he wants to hear, sweetheart. The sooner you do, the quicker you get what you want."

  Gillian's body was engulfed in flames! As Patrick massaged her clit and licked her nipples, John kept her vaginal opening stretched wide as he kissed her lips. Damn John for wanting her to beg! How dare he say that she belonged to him! Gillian Morgan belonged to no man! Although she had denied him with her words, her heart had melted into a puddle. John wanted her, and not only that, he wanted to keep her! Gillian wanted nothing more than to belong to him, but deep down, she also wanted Patrick. Damn your stubborn pride, Gillian shouted at herself as her pussy wept and pulsed with painful pleasure! She wanted these two men, and tonight, if only for one night, she would belong to them and only them. Gillian could hate herself in the morning when she was leaving London.

  "Please," she heard herself whisper in a hoarse, soft voice.

  "Please what, kitten?" John smiled in male dominance as he rubbed his bearded face against hers and Patrick stepped back, eager to watch Gillian beg.

  "John, please…fuck me." The ebony haired woman whispered through clenched teeth as she attempted to move her hips to take John's cock in deeper, but her actions were instantly stopped by the Brit.

  "Sounds like she wants us to fuck her, Johnny." Patrick wickedly smiled as he stroked his dick with slow, long movements.

  "Aye, it does, boyo," John huskily replied as he hungrily licked his lips. He looked deep into the depths of her green eyes, and he could see that she was suffering sexually. He could also see how she was fighting her own emotions. John couldn't explain the sensation he felt by hearing Gillian begging him. It literally made his blood boil. Leaning forward, he nuzzled her neck. "Was that a plea that I heard cross your lips, kitten? Tell me what you said again, but this time, say it louder so our friends across the room can hear you."

  Gillian tried to capture John's lips for a kiss, but he would not allow it. Couldn't he see how she was hurting? She chewed on her bottom lip a moment in pure sexual frustration before she growled loudly, "Fuck me, John! Please! I need you, dammit!"

  "That's music to my ears, sweetheart." John grinned as he closed his eyes in bliss for a moment. His little American was not as tough as she pretended. As he opened his eyes, John eased his cock back into her warmth as she moaned loudly. His mouth found hers as he placed a long, leisurely kiss on her red lips. Pulling back, he asked, "Who is it that you belong to you, kitten?

  Gillian's pussy wept around John's cock as it stretched her wide and its tip rested against her G-spot. Her hands kneaded his muscular arms and chest as her eyes darted in between John and the gorgeous Irishman who stood before her stroking himself. Wanting the sweet torture to end, Gillian softly said, "You, John. I belong to you."

  "Aye, you do," John groaned, looking deep into her eyes before he slid out his cock, only to plunge it back into her core. The handsome British man watched Gillian arch her back on the table as he began to pump inside of her at a maddening pace. The beast was riding him hard as he spread her legs further apart and went deeper and deeper with each thrust. He felt Gillian's pussy tighten around his cock before she let out a scream of pleasure and came hard. John pulled his cock from her beautiful, wet cunt as he watched the salty, clear liquid pour from her core while she convulsed on the table. Wanting to taste her essence and elongate her pleasure, John spread the wet folds and ran his tongue along her clit. He chuckled as she nearly came off the table.

  John eased his throbbing, massive dick back into her tight, wet warmth as she moaned into his mouth. A shiver ran through his body when she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Kitten, lie back on the table and hang your head off the other side. Pat is going to fuck your mouth while I enjoy your pussy."

  "John, I don't…think…" Gillian said quietly as her eyes met his.

  He could see the fear in her eyes, but John could also see how much she wanted not only him but the Irishman as well. His little kitten's vulnerability struck a chord in him, and he found himself wanting to take care of her and assure her that everything would be okay. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Gillian.

  "Don't be scared, kitten," John said before kissing her softly on the lips. "I know being with two men is something you haven't done before, but I promise that you will like it. Do you want us to stop?" When Gillian said nothing and kissed his lips again, John smiled gently at her. "Pat and I won't hurt you, kitten. If, at any time, you feel discomfort or fear, your safe word is diamonds. Understand?"

  Gillian responded to the Brit by leaning forward to run her tongue over both of his male nipples and then let it trail up the pulsing vein in his neck. John growled loudly and pushed her back roughly on the table before he began pumping himself in and out of her pussy. He massaged her large, round breasts as he thrust deeper and deeper. Arching her back on the table, she felt Patrick's hand knot her long, ebony hair before his lips claimed hers in a passionate kiss. She feasted on Patrick's mouth and slipped her hands into his blond, curly mane.

  The Irishman's warm lips left hers to trail a path to her ear. "I know you want John, Gillian, but I need to know that you want me," Patrick whispered hoarsely in her ear before pulling the lobe with his teeth. "Do you want my cock in your mouth, kitty?"

  Her eyes met his as she giggled wickedly before chewing on her bottom lip. Being with these two men made her feel so wanton and bold! Maybe it was the alcohol running through her veins, but she thought for a moment that she saw a flash of insecurity in Patrick's intense gaze. Wanting desperately to reassure him, Gillian's tongue blazed a trail u
p his thick, muscular neck as her small, porcelain hand began to stroke his massive cock and fondle his balls. Feeling him shiver, the smile widened on her stunning face. When her tongue found his ear, Gillian whispered, "I want you, Patrick…all of you."

  The American doctor had no time to respond as the Irishman gripped her loosely by the throat and positioned her so her head lay off the edge of the table. He then positioned himself so her head was between his legs. Patrick then roughly tapped his erect dick against her lips as he painfully plucked at her rose-colored nipples. When Gillian cried out in sweet torture, Patrick eased his cock into her hot, wet mouth. Sweat dripped off him as he slid himself in and out of Gillian's mouth slowly as John pumped her pussy. Patrick felt her hands massaging his balls and felt her hum as his dick touched the back of her throat. His balls began to tighten and precum dripped from his erection into Gillian's mouth. Patrick could not even begin to explain the pleasure coursing throughout his body as Gillian sucked him off. His turquoise eyes watched the unadulterated gratification and fulfillment fill John's eyes as he pumped Gillian's pussy. He had seen his brother intimately with many women and had never seen that look on his face before. Patrick hated to admit it, but the Brit's face mirrored the emotions he felt inside. Damn this woman! What was Gillian doing to them?

  "We're not keeping her, Johnny, so wipe that fucking look off your face," Patrick half-moaned in Gaelic, pulling all but the tip of his cock from her lips before plunging back in her warm, sweet mouth. He growled, and his dick pulsed when her teeth grazed the head as she began stroking him quickly. Before he knew he was doing it, he yelled out as the orgasm ripped through him. He fell over her body and laid kisses across her breasts and abdomen as she sucked every drop from his convulsing cock. Patrick's flat abdomen flexed, and he breathed heavily as wave after wave rushed through his body. Placing another chaste kiss on each breast, Patrick pulled his softening cock from Gillian's mouth. He quickly found her mouth and captured her lips in a hot, demanding kiss. He groaned into her mouth as he tasted himself on her tongue. Patrick felt a heady sensation as the two kissed and an unfamiliar pressure was building in his chest. Not liking the sensations he was feeling, and needing to distance himself from Gillian, the Irishman reluctantly pulled himself from her embrace and went to the bar to pour himself a drink.