by Jessie Jones
"Is my name important, Mr. Kenric?" Gillian innocently asked, glad to see the desire lighting his chestnut eyes once again. She had always wanted to role play sexually but had never been into a man enough to try. John was the exception to this, however.
"Not really," John replied as his eyes roamed over her body. He hungrily licked his lips as he watched her turn slightly and caress one bare ass cheek before slapping it. He could feel his rock-hard cock pushing against the zipper of his pants. He wanted to be balls deep in his kitten, but he wanted to play with her first. Pointing to a spot in the floor in front of him, John said, "Right here on your knees, love, and take off your bra."
Slowly and seductively, Gillian made her way down the steps. Her emerald eyes never left his as she slipped her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra. A soft smile touched her lips when she heard John's low moan of approval. However, before she could reach the spot that the Brit had indicated on the floor, she was jerked onto Patrick's lap. He immediately had her straddling his lap and his hands on her bare ass.
"Mr. O'Malley!" Gillian gasped in feigned surprise, her hands resting on his broad shoulders. Her pussy flooded with juices as Patrick spread her cheeks and she felt the hard erection resting between her open thighs.
"Fucker, she belongs to me," John growled beside Patrick on the couch in Gaelic. He didn't like that Gillian's attention had left him to focus on his brother. Damn the Irishman for being such a greedy bastard.
"Correction, Johnny. She belongs to us," Patrick responded before his mouth claimed hers in a hard, passionate kiss.
The growl caught in the Irishman's throat when he felt Gillian's arms wrap around his neck and she hungrily returned the kiss. He could not explain how the woman on his lap made him feel inside. Gillian evoked feelings within him that he had never felt before. When she had stepped out on that stage, he had lost his breath momentarily, and his heart had felt as though it was going to beat out of his chest. Patrick had intentionally been trying to piss John off in hopes that he would leave Gillian alone, but truth be told, he wanted the American for himself. The Irishman loved John like a brother, but he was jealous that the British bastard had been able to fuck Gillian first. He had wanted that privilege, but John was too greedy to share. There was no way that Patrick would let that happen again. If John wouldn't share, then he would just take what he wanted.
With that latter thought still fresh in his mind, Patrick reached down between their bodies and slid his fingers in between her warm pussy lips. As he began stroking her clit, he smiled as Gillian gasped in pure pleasure and began to move her hips against his fingers. Patrick groaned in pleasure as the beauty grabbed at his hair before she pulled at his bottom lip with her teeth. Needing to feel his cock deep inside her pussy, Patrick released her clit to quickly undo his pants and pull out his long, thick dick. His head fell back in total and complete ecstasy as he eased himself deep into her core. Gillian had the tightest, wettest pussy that Patrick had ever felt in his life! He could already feel his balls tightening and preparing for release as she purred and began to lift herself off his dick before burying the entire length back inside her tightness.
Gillian gripped the Irishman's blond curls in her small, porcelain hands before she slammed her mouth on his. Just as her tongue slid into Patrick's mouth to mate with his, she felt John's hand cup her chin, unable to get over how beautiful she was. Her emerald eyes were full of desire and had changed from green to a dark sapphire color. Her swollen, red lips let out a moan as Patrick began sucking on one of her wine-colored nipples. John's free hand stroked his own rock-hard cock as he stood naked before her. He had quickly stripped off his suit when he had watched his Irish mate begin fucking his kitten. John would let Patrick play for now, but the Brit planned on showing him exactly who the American belonged to.
John stroked Gillian's cheek before leaning down to gently kiss her lips. Pulling back, he huskily asked, "Does Patrick's cock feel good inside of you, kitten?"
Gillian was on total overload! Patrick was devouring her breasts with his mouth while his cock lay deep within her core. Now John stood before her deliciously naked stroking his huge, erect dick. Her mouth watered as she watched precum ooze from the enormous head. Letting out a shaky sigh, Gillian's eyes met John's once again as she nodded her head 'yes'. The American's small, porcelain hand then reached out to wrap around the Brit's gigantic shaft. A sensual smile crossed her face as she leaned over and ran her tongue along the wet slit of John's cock. A giggle escaped her lips as John roughly jerked her off Patrick and into his arms. Gillian cried out as his mouth quickly found hers in a demanding kiss.
"You'll pay for that, witch," John growled in her ear as he broke the kiss. He could feel his body preparing to come with just her petal soft touches. John gripped her wrists to stop her movements and to keep from prematurely shooting his load.
"Give her back, fucker! She's mine!" Patrick said between clenched teeth in Gaelic as he stared at the man he considered a brother. How dare the British bastard take what belonged to him, especially when Gillian's sweet, wet pussy had felt so amazing wrapped around him.
A slow smile crossed John's face as he looked at his best mate, who was clearly in distress. He knew exactly how the Irishman felt. Just because he could, and because he wanted to torture Pat a little, John slid his hand down the front of Gillian's body and began gently massaging the swollen, vaginal lips. Gillian cried out and gripped his broad, muscular shoulders. Looking directly into Patrick's turquoise eyes, John grinned and said, "But I thought you didn't like her, mate, and just for the record, she belongs to me. I may not be in the mood to share right now."
The vein in the beautiful Irishman's neck pulsed as he stared a hole through the Brit. Patrick stood there fighting internally with himself. He and John had never fought over a woman, but there was something about the American that had Patrick wanting to rip Gillian from John's arms. The American doctor had evoked feelings in him that he didn't even know existed, and there was no way in fuck that he was going to let her get away from him. Even if that meant he had to go through John to get her.
John watched Patrick battle with his emotions and knew exactly what his mate was feeling. He knew that Patrick's verbal protests were bullshit. The man could never hide his true feelings from John. Cocking a brow, he looked at Patrick and asked in Gaelic, "Are you willing to fight me over my kitten, Pat?"
Patrick's eyes found John's as he growled. He hated moments like this with his brother. The one thing he could never do was hide his feelings from John. The two men had always been linked by some invisible thread. No matter where they were in the world, one could always feel what the other was feeling or thinking. Right now, those thoughts and emotions were centered on Gillian. However, Patrick was not ready to divulge the truth to John even if the other man suspected it.
"I don't fight over women, John," Patrick said smugly, his cock throbbing even more as he watched Gillian in the throes of passion as she undulated against John's hand. The Brit was pumping his fingers in and out of her tight, wet pussy. "Why don't we let your kitten decide whose dick she wants inside her? I was just balls deep inside of her when you rudely pulled her off."
Gillian broke the tension between the two men as she cried out in euphoric surrender when she orgasmed hard on John's hand. Her body jerked and bucked as her juices ran down her inner thighs and she bit down on her bottom lip. John pulled the dripping digits from her core so he could suck off the clear, salty cream. He then gripped her neck before slamming his mouth down on hers in a strong, passionate kiss. She moaned in John's mouth just as she felt Patrick trailing kisses up her spine as he cupped her ass and spread the cheeks. She let out a gasp of pain mixed with pleasure as he knotted her hair around one large hand and jerked her head back. She quickly found his tongue mating with hers.
John gripped both of her swollen breasts in his hands before he painfully tweaked the nipples to gain her attention. Her small hands immediately cupped John's bearded f
ace as her eyes met his. "Kitten," John said after he ran his tongue up her slender neck, "I need to ask you a question, and I want you to tell me the truth. Do you want Pat's cock inside you?"
Gillian's emerald eyes momentarily left John's to look at the Irishman. Her pussy walls constricted and juice began to roll down her thighs as she watched Patrick standing before her in all of his naked glory stroking his lovely, thick cock. His turquoise eyes were unreadable as he leaned forward to place a soft kiss on her lips. She wanted the Irishman more than she even wanted to admit, but she wanted John too. What if the question John was asking was a trick question? He did allow Patrick to join them earlier in the game room, but what if that had actually made John angry? The two men had clearly been having a heated conversation just minutes ago about her in another language. Before Gillian killed the mood by getting too far into her head, John immediately brought her attention back to him by slapping one rose colored nipple.
"Do you want Pat's cock inside you, kitten?" John again asked as he gently stroked her face. He knew her answer before she spoke it, but he wanted to hear it from her lips.
"Y-yes," Gillian stammered honestly, her eyes searching his. The American then ran her tongue along his bottom lip. Looking deep into his chestnut eyes, she barely whispered, "But I want you more, John."
A slow, sensual smile crossed John's handsome face as his chestnut eyes searched hers. The woman was trying to spare his feelings. The billionaire had never met a woman who had given a damn about his feelings. His bank account, yes, but feelings, no. Even the nuns in the orphanage had cared little about him as a child, let alone his feelings. John felt the unshed tears burning the back of his eyes as his heart leaped to his throat. Gillian's words washed over him and warmed the very depths of his soul. If the American woman had not sealed her fate earlier in the evening, she did so now. Leaning forward, he stroked one side of her face as he gently kissed her on the lips. Pulling back, he softly said, "Then you shall have us both. You trust me, don't you?"
The British billionaire watched the ravishing American nod her head 'yes' before she climbed off of his lap and pulled his legs around so he sat on the arm of the couch with feet resting on the cushion. Gillian then positioned herself between his long, muscular legs before she cupped his bearded face and smashed her lips against his. As John began to take over the kiss, Gillian's small, porcelain hand trailed down his chest and stomach to wrap around his already enlarged cock. The stunning beauty felt John's abs flex and tighten as she began to circle one, pert nipple with the head of his dick. Her nipple puckered at the precum she felt wetting the skin. Just as she bent her head down to run her tongue over the glistening slit, her tongue was captured by Patrick O'Malley's mouth. She moaned into it as she felt John's hands and mouth devouring her breasts and Patrick's erect cock rubbing intimately against her bare bottom. Her pussy wept with anticipation as Patrick spread her legs and she felt the tip of his large dick ease into her core. Her cries of pleasure suddenly mixed with pain as John gripped her long, midnight hair in his fist and jerked her mouth back to his.
"Suck me off, kitten," John commanded huskily, his lips hovering centimeters from hers. "Put me in your mouth."
Gillian felt John's tongue run across her bottom lip before she placed a kiss on the tip of his enlarged shaft. The giggle escaped her lips as she heard her large lover growl before painfully tweaking her nipple and filling her mouth with his cock. She told herself to relax her throat muscles and breathe as John began to ease himself in and out of her mouth. Her dripping wet pussy ran down her legs and her body shook with each of Patrick's thrusts. Gillian's body was on fire! Only in her deepest, most forbidden fantasies had she imagined being with two men like John and Patrick. The two alpha males were giving just as much pleasure as they were taking. Their large hands were roaming and stroking the most intimate parts of her body, and she felt like one large, exposed nerve. Every touch was like a jolt of electricity that pulsed with wave after wave of pleasure and she was close to exploding!
As Patrick pumped himself deeper and deeper inside the beautiful, sassy American, he could feel the pending orgasm building at the base of his enormous dick. He hated to admit it, but Gillian was the most amazing woman he had ever had the pleasure of taking to his bed! Her pussy was tight, wet, and hugged him like a glove. Her delicious body fit his perfectly, and he couldn't believe how responsive she was with her movements and body. Each time he went to withdraw his hardened shaft from between her sweet warmth, Gillian clenched her vaginal muscles, prolonging the delicious torture. His large, scarred hand slid under her body to slip inside of her hot, wet core. He felt her pussy pulse around his cock as his hand began to play with her engorged, sensitive clit. The Irishman closed his eyes in pure bliss and just allowed himself to feel for a moment. Patrick had never allowed himself the luxury with any woman before tonight, but somehow, Gillian was different. There was an odd warmth that spread from his abdomen as she leaned her body back against his and nuzzled his neck. Patrick felt her lips graze the vein that pulsed in his neck before allowing a guttural groan to escape her lips.
"Tell me to come inside your cunt, sweetheart. Beg me for it," Patrick sighed against her mouth before he placed a chaste kiss on her lips. He pinched her beautiful clit in between his thumb and index finger as he delivered rapid, short pumps between her folds. A smile touched his lips as her head fell forward in surrender. However, before Patrick could hear Gillian's soft plea, he heard a growl escape John's lips.
"I have no problems sharing what belongs to me, Pat, but only I come inside her," John stated firmly in Gaelic as the Irishman's eyes found his. The Brit had been intensely aroused by Gillian's mouth and at watching his best mate roughly fucking his kitten, but for some reason, watching her respond so intensely to his mate had stirred jealous emotions inside him. He could also see how much Patrick wanted Gillian despite his harsh words. He could see the emotions he was feeling written all over the Irishman's face. For the first time in his life, John found himself worried that she may want Patrick more. The two men had shared multiple women over the years, but Gillian was different. John knew he was an attractive man, but he intimidated women. Patrick walked into a room of the opposite sex, and they swarmed him. John wanted Gillian and Pat to enjoy their time together, but there was no way in hell that he was going to be the third wheel.
"Fuck off, John. I don't take orders from you, mate. Besides, I saw her first," Patrick heatedly growled back in the same language. Just to piss the Brit off, he twisted Gillian's swollen clit with his fingers. She screamed out hoarsely as the orgasm tore through her luscious frame. The only thing holding her up was Patrick's hand on her dripping wet mound and the fact that he was balls deep inside of her. Patrick clenched his straight, white teeth at the intense pleasure and stared directly into John's blackening gaze as Gillian's pulsing pussy massaged his cock to the brink of his own release.
Before Patrick's hot, sticky seed could shoot deep into Gillian's womb, John roughly jerked the ebony haired woman off the Irishman's cock and onto his lap. "You son of a bitch!" Patrick gritted out as he experienced the most intense orgasm of his life on his muscled, rock hard abdomen. The thick liquid shot out of his dick with each delicious contraction, and soon, the Irishman found himself milking the sensation with his scarred palm. His turquoise eyes roamed over her perfect bottom that straddled John's lap. A moan escaped his lips, and his throat went dry as he watched John spread Gillian's cheeks wide so he had a clear viewing of John easing her swollen, glorious cunt onto the mushroom shaped head of his wide cock. Patrick's softening dick twitched with life when Gillian threw back her head and arched her delicious back as John began to start a slow, methodical rhythm.
Patrick was awe struck by Gillian's beauty and raw sexuality. The spell she was weaving over him was temporarily broken by John growling in Gaelic, "My statement wasn't a question, Pat. Maybe I didn't make myself clear enough, mate. Only I come inside Gillian's tight, wet pussy. You may come anywhere
on her body or in her mouth. I may even allow you the luxury of her virginal ass, but that's it. Kitten belongs to me, not you."
"There are times when I truly hate you, Johnny," Patrick muttered in response as he picked up John's expensive, discarded shirt and wiped the semen off his stomach. He then threw the shirt at John's feet before grabbing his clothes and walking away.
Although Gillian did not quite understand what was happening, she again knew she was the cause. Gillian was sure that Patrick had been ready to orgasm before John had pulled her onto his lap. Maybe she had done something to piss the Brit off. She could tell that the Irishman was livid as he walked away but had no time to focus on it as John lifted her up and only left the tip of his massive cock inside of her entrance. Her slick cunt burned with pleasure as he simply held her there and stilled his movements. Gillian's entrance stretched to accommodate his size as she ran her hands up his muscular chest covered with sprinkles of black hair before gripping the strands of hair at the nape of his thick, corded neck.
John's eyes searched hers for a moment, and she could tell he knew she was not only highly aroused by his actions but confused. He had caught her eyes following Patrick out of the room, probably wondering if she wanted Patrick more than she wanted him.
John needed to know before they went any further, so he asked, "Kitten, I want you to look at me." His command was spoken with a half growl, every muscle in his body straining to control the beast that was riding him hard. When her radiant, emerald eyes found his, he asked candidly, "Do you want Patrick?"