by Jessie Jones
Before Gillian could even comprehend Patrick's actions, John roughly jerked her up and slammed his mouth on hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his wide, muscular hips as he continued to pound inside of her while their tongues mated. Gillian found herself not being able to get close enough to the gorgeous man. Her body was on complete and total overload, and she could not even begin to understand the emotions flooding her chest. Gillian's head fell back in sheer delight as John's mouth left hers to blaze a trail down her jaw and neck. She felt his hands slip under her hips and lift her bottom off the table as he began to pump her pussy at an even faster pace. She cried out as his long, thick cock hit her G-spot in rapid succession. Their bodies slapped together in a melodic rhythm as the orgasm built in her core. Then, as if hit by a bolt of lightning, Gillian screamed hoarsely as the climax claimed her. Her pussy pulsed with clear liquid that seeped around John's thick cock embedded in her as she jerked against his hard body. Gillian felt as though she was floating above her body as she rode ripple after ripple of pleasure.
"That's it, kitten. Come for me," John moaned, his hands gripping her hips painfully as her pussy spasmed around his cock. He was so close to the edge of his own orgasm, but he wanted to prolong the delightful sensations they both were feeling. When Gillian's eyes met his, they were glazed with lust, need, passion, and something he couldn't quite make out. Even though John couldn't make out the last emotion, he loved the way it made her look. There was a softness and vulnerability to Gillian that the Brit had never seen before tonight. The way she looked at him made his heart swell and his soul come alive. Fuck Patrick and his words! John was keeping this woman, and he planned on exploring every inch of her delicious, voluptuous body.
"It's now my turn to come, kitten," John growled as he slid her bottom off the table and held her in his strong, muscular arms. He then began to bounce her with ease, up and down his cock as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. "Tell these men that you want me to come inside your pussy."
Gillian's eyes locked with his as she hungrily licked her lips before a wicked grin crossed her beautiful face. "Come inside me, John. But first, you need to tell these men how good my pussy feels." To enhance her words, she tightened her vaginal walls around his as he hissed loudly and bared his teeth at the intensity of pleasure. Gillian then gasped and began to pout as he slapped her painfully on the ass.
"You'll pay for that, sweetheart," John growled, secretly loving her attempt to top from the bottom. He then gripped the legs that were wrapped around his waist and carried her the short distance to the wall. Pushing her back against it, John buried his cock balls deep inside her core. He loved watching her squirm on his dick and chew on her lower lip as he made small, pulsing movements with his hips, leaving himself fully embedded in her. The Brit's sweet torture had sweat rolling down his own body as Gillian clenched her own vaginal walls, making her already tight pussy hug him even tighter.
"Fuck, kitten, you feel good," John groaned, Gillian's teeth nibbling the vein in his neck. He then moved his hands to grip her inner thighs so he could spread her legs even wider. He could feel his balls begin to tighten as the impending orgasm began to build. The ebony haired giant then positioned himself so he could pump her pussy at a maddening pace. His balls slapped against her anus as every inch of him slid in and out of her warmth. John growled when she screamed out his name as she came on his cock again. Feeling her juices slide down his thighs and feeling her nails digging into his back, the British man gritted his own teeth as he pushed deep into her womb once more and came hard.
"Fuck!" John yelled as he collapsed against Gillian and allowed the extremely powerful sensations of the orgasm to rip through his soul. He heard Gillian's whimpers of pain and pleasure when he pushed deeper into her womb as his body convulsed as if having a seizure. John breathed heavily as he felt Gillian gently stroking his hair and lightly kissing the side of his face. He nuzzled her neck and allowed her to comfort him. There was an odd peace that settled into the depths of his soul as he held the American in his arms. If John was being honest with himself, he could stay forever with Gillian, just like this.
As the fog of pleasure began to lift from her mind, she suddenly began to feel embarrassed. Glancing around the room, she found Kin and Benito repairing their pants as two women stood up before them. Gillian's porcelain face went up in flames as she saw a very naked Patrick O'Malley staring a hole through her as he downed a brown glass of liquor. Not only had John's friends gotten off by watching her and John, but they had also seen her engage in a threesome with John and Patrick. Although the sex act had felt so natural and…right…Gillian could not believe that she had allowed it to go down. Squirming in John's arms, she needed to get down and put some distance between herself and these men, particularly John and Patrick. She pushed at John's chest, but the Brit didn't move.
"John, I, um," Gillian began hesitantly, trying to think up a lie quickly. "I, um, need to use the bathroom."
The gorgeous, dark-haired man raised his head to look deeply into her emerald green eyes. He knew by the tone in her voice that she was lying, and he couldn't understand why she was putting an emotional distance between them. He cracked his neck as he tried to control his rage. "Really, kitten? A lie? Tell me why I shouldn't bend you over and beat your pretty ass!" John half growled as he pulled his softening cock from her warmth. The Brit's anger rose as he watched her attempt to cover her naked body with her hands. He pushed her hands away from her body as he towered over her. When her eyes met his, he could tell that something was bothering her. Had one of them been too rough during sex? The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Gillian. Lifting her chin, John's tone was soft as he asked, "Kitten, what's wrong? Did we hurt you? Is that why you are choosing to lie to me?"
"No one hurt me, John," Gillian replied, wanting to reassure him. Her voice was barely audible. She hated seeing the anger in his chestnut colored eyes, so she reached out to stroke his bearded face. "Look, I'm just embarrassed, okay? I've never had sex with two men before, let alone in front of an audience. What is everyone going to think of me?"
"Everyone is going to think that you are magnificent, kitten, trust me. I know every man in this room wishes he was me," John replied, feeling relieved that he had not hurt her. He pulled her into his arms and cupped her bottom in his large hands before his lips found hers. Breaking the kiss, he pulled back and smiled. "You have no reason to be embarrassed, love. We are all adults here, and what happens here stays here. Plus, I hope you aren't calling it quits on me yet, kitten. After all, you and I are just getting started."
"Are we?" Gillian asked seductively as she rubbed her bare breasts against his chest. "Who knows, by the end of the night, you may be begging me, Mr. Kenric."
"We'll see, my darling kitten." John smiled as he spread her ass cheeks. "We'll see."
Chapter 2
Gillian threw back her head in laughter as she sat in the small, intimate circle of men. She hated to admit it, but she was having a wonderful time with John and Patrick. After cleaning up and leaving the game room, Gillian had joined the two men in a separate, guarded section of the mansion. The room was bigger than her last apartment and consisted of a small casino and a large bar. In the center of the room, was a stage with a smorgasbord of beautiful women dancing provocatively on stripper poles. The world's wealthiest men sat talking, drinking, and making deals on comfortable couches placed all throughout the room. Occasionally, Gillian would see a man and a scantily clad woman disappear into the dark corners of the room to engage in a variety of sexual acts. With all of these beautiful women around, Gillian was feeling a little insecure. However, every time she felt the emotion building, John or Patrick would kiss or caress her intimately. She chastised herself for her negative feelings because, not once, had she seen their eyes leave her or stray to another woman. Every time they glanced her way, she felt her insides melting. The two men were ridiculously handsome to look at, but their faces complet
ely changed when they smiled.
Gillian was pulled from her thoughts as John cupped her face and placed a deep, passionate kiss on her lips. Ending the kiss, he smiled as he tapped her empty wine glass. "You appear to be out of champagne, kitten. Let's rectify that."
Already feeling tipsy, the ebony haired American opened her mouth to refuse, but he silenced her words with another intense kiss. As John ended the kiss, a scantily clad woman was already bringing another round of drinks. Feeling Patrick's heated gaze had Gillian looking at the Irishman and licking her lips. She was then roughly grabbed and jerked back on his lap. Gillian felt Patrick push aside her hair as his lips found her neck and his hands massaged her breasts through her dress.
John's dick hardened as he watched his best mate play with Gillian. He could tell by the looks on their faces that things were quickly progressing to sex. He wanted nothing more than to ravish his delicious kitten, but they had plenty of time for that. Taking a drink of his whiskey, John said in Gaelic, "You're losing control, Patty. Get it together, mate."
"Fuck off, Johnny," Patrick growled as Gillian undulated on his lap and unbuttoned his white dress shirt while her lips trailed a path down his neck. The Irishman spread Gillian's legs so she could straddle his lap. He chuckled at the purr that escaped her red lips as his hands slid under her skirt to fondle her ass cheeks. His turquoise eyes met John's intense gaze as he said in Gaelic, "I don't think your little kitty wants me to stop. Plus, I don't think you should be preaching to me about control, mate. Isn't that an example of the pot and kettle?"
John flipped Patrick off before standing up to tower over the couple painting such an intimate portrait. His little kitten was completely unaware of her surroundings. John felt a twinge of jealousy at knowing his best mate could do that to his woman. "You forget who kitten belongs to, mate. You didn't want her, remember?" John then loosely gripped Gillian by the throat and brought her attention to him. The stunning American smiled up at him before he bent down to place a soft kiss on her lips. He then reached out his hand, and she took it and stood up.
"You forget who saw Gillian first, Johnny," Patrick replied heatedly as he watched the woman begin to melt into his brother's touch. As John broke the kiss, Patrick knocked the Brit's hand away. "I never said I didn't want her, mate. I simply said we weren't keeping her. If anyone is making an ass of himself, it's you. You're practically bleeding all over her! Before you go proposing to the little tart, let's not forget who was sleeping in her bed just a few months ago!"
John grabbed Patrick by the front of his white shirt and pulled him up to his face. "Why the fuck shouldn't I beat your ass right here, mate?" John growled as he continued in the foreign language. It pissed him off even more as he watched the other man roll his eyes. "What the hell is your fucking problem? Are you trying to piss me off?"
Patrick brushed his brother's hands away and pushed him back as he adjusted his shirt and jacket. He wasn't afraid of John. The Brit had been pissed at him before, and the two had even come to physical blows, but their anger toward each other never lasted more than a few minutes. If Patrick was being honest with himself, he didn't like the way Gillian made him feel. He could see the same emotions reflected in John's brown eyes. During their sexual encounter in the game room, the Brit had been gentle…sweet…almost caring with Gillian. Since when did his best mate give a fuck about how a woman felt? It also bothered Patrick that John wanted everyone here to know that Gillian belonged to him. The billionaire had never staked claim to a woman before, not even his favorite mistress, Pandora.
"I'm trying to keep your bleeding eyes open, dammit," Patrick growled, staring into his brother's chestnut eyes. "We've been together since the age of four, and I love you like no other mate, but this woman is making you act differently, and I don't like it. I just want you to remember that we don't really know her. I'm telling you, Johnny, she's dangerous, and I don't want to see you get hurt! Take a look around, mate! She is not the only beautiful woman here."
"Are you guys okay? Is something wrong?" Gillian asked quietly, anxious at the sudden change in their emotions. Although she didn't understand the language they spoke, she knew that she was the center of their conversation. Their posture told her that John and Patrick were on the verge of fighting, and that was the last thing she wanted. Had she done something to set the men off? Maybe John didn't like her being with Patrick, but if that was the case, why had the British billionaire insisted she perform fellatio on his mate?
"Gillian, why don't you leave those two brutes and come spend time with me, sweetheart?" Benito asked, trying to diffuse the situation between the two men and ease the American's mind. The Italian could see the concern on her lovely face, and for some reason, he found himself wanting to comfort her. Benito had seen John and Pat come to blows before but never over a woman. Gillian was clearly different, though. Why the hell hadn't he been able to find her first?
The ebony haired beauty quickly moved past John and Patrick. As she sat down in a leather chair perpendicular to Benito, she watched Patrick storm off toward the bar and John down a full glass of whiskey that sat on the table. Her emerald eyes watched the British billionaire fight to control his emotions. Gillian ached to comfort him but figured that she would just make things worse, particularly if she was the cause of the fight.
"So, tell me, Gillian," Benito began, trying to gain her attention. He hated the pain he saw in her beautiful green eyes. "I know you're a doctor, but do you enjoy it?"
The absurd question had Gillian's eyes darting to the Italian. "Of course, I enjoy it. I can't even begin to explain the feeling I get from helping others in need."
"You don't do it for the money?" Benito asked with a chuckle as she narrowed her eyes at him. "Forgive me if I doubt your altruism, sweetheart. I've never met a woman who hasn't had a hidden agenda behind her good deeds."
"Well, then let me be the first," Gillian replied as she crossed her legs and took a sip of her champagne. She then watched Patrick walk back over and take a seat beside John on the couch. The Irishman passed the Brit a glass of bright amber liquid, and the two clinked their glasses before downing it. That little gesture was clearly the two men ending their argument. With a sigh of relief, her eyes then found Benito's again. "You know, there are good women on this planet, Benito. I'm sorry you have such a low opinion of us. Don't get me wrong; we all need money to survive, but I don't do it for the money. There are plenty of times that I have worked for free."
The Italian man laughed loudly. "No one works for free, darling. I know you're beautiful, but I thought you were also intelligent."
"I'm both, asshole!" Gillian replied indignantly, straightening her back in anger as Benito cocked a brow. "Haven't you ever heard of charity? Not all of us have grown up in a wealthy family. This may likely change your opinion of me, but I have been poor and destitute at one point in my life. Just so you know, being poor doesn't change the fact that you're a human being. No one knows this, but twice a month, I volunteer my services to the homeless. I get no money from these folks, but I do get to help them. Where they come from or who they are doesn't matter. I would hope that if you lose your money one day, Benito, someone gives you the same courtesy."
John sat and listened to his angry little kitten tear into Benito. He glanced at Patrick, who was rolling his turquoise eyes. John was still thinking about his conversation with the Irishman from a moment ago. Patrick acted as if he wasn't affected by Gillian, but John knew he was. Despite his mate's words, Gillian Morgan was unlike any woman on the planet. There seemed to be no pretense with the American, and the chemistry between them was insane. Gillian sat there, half the size of Benito, giving the Italian hell. She knew Benito was a member of the underworld and a killer, but she showed absolutely no fear. John had no idea that Gillian volunteered with the homeless, but somehow, he wasn't surprised. It actually made him want her even more if that was possible. The British billionaire clearly felt conflicted with his feelings about Gillian, and Patrick wa
sn't making it easier.
At that moment, a gorgeous, tall woman walked up to their small party. The woman was dressed in a low cut, sexy, black cat suit that molded to every perfect curve on her body. Her black hair hung in waves down her back and her makeup was dark and sultry. She immediately took a seat beside John and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mmm, baby," Pandora cooed, rubbing her breasts against the Brit. "You look good enough to eat this evening. Mind if I have a taste?"
John pushed the woman off his arm as his eyes found Gillian's. His Greek mistress actually made his skin crawl, and it had been that way since meeting Gillian. Curious to see what the American would do, he glanced at Pandora and said, "You look nice this evening, Pandi. Are you enjoying the party?"
"I always enjoy your parties, John," Pandora seductively said, smiling at Gillian as she ran her hand up the man's large, muscular thigh. "I've missed you so much, Master. Mr. Boucher was getting ready to start the strip show and said I could strip for you. Would you like that?"
Gillian sat in stunned silence as she watched Pandora rubbing John's inner thigh. Who was this woman, and what in the hell was she doing touching John? She wanted to walk over and rip every single strand of hair out of the Greek's head! Was this one of John's many lovers, and why had he invited her to the party? Gillian was fighting for some semblance of control and she needed space before she did something that she would regret. Downing the glass of champagne, the emerald eyed woman stood up and turned to leave. Before she could walk away, John shot up and grabbed her arm.