by Jessie Jones
"Why don't I believe you, John?" Gillian replied as she rubbed her face against the hand stroking her cheek. She then took his hand in hers and looked into his chestnut eyes as she softly said, "Although I don't understand the language, I know there have been times that you and Patrick have been talking about me this evening. I don't want to be a bone of contention between the two of you. The last thing I want is to come between you and Patrick."
John leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Damn, this woman was perfect! She had tapped into what was happening between him and Pat without either man uttering a word. He could see in her eyes that she was speaking the truth. Gillian genuinely cared about his relationship with the Irishman. Again, his cock twitched to life as his eyes left hers to momentarily look at the other man. His brother was clearly feeling the same way he was. Neither man really wanted to admit it, but the American beauty could very well be the one to monogamize the two billionaires.
John's eyes were still on Patrick's as he said, "No one could ever come between us, kitten. I love the Irish bastard like a brother. Sometimes he simply pisses me off. As for you, sweetheart, we just have a difference of opinion." When Patrick nodded at John in acknowledgement of his apology, the Brit's eyes found hers once again. His finger trailed down the middle of her chest to trace one pert nipple. "However, one thing we can agree on is how much we want you. Let's show kitten just how much, shall we, Pat?"
Gillian's vaginal walls clenched and pulsed when she immediately felt her clit begin to hum with pleasure. She could not believe that she was ready to make love to the Brit again. Her eyes left John's to look at Patrick. The expression on the man's beautiful face was unreadable as he made his way around the opposite side of the bed. She could feel the lust rolling off him as he grabbed her foot that was sticking out of the covers and dragged her to the edge of the bed. Gillian knew that Patrick was sexually attracted to her, but it was hard to tell exactly what he thought of her, but she didn't think he liked her. Regardless of what he thought of her, Patrick wanted to fuck her, and the feeling was more than mutual.
The Irishman wasted no time covering Gillian's body with his as his hot, hungry mouth found hers. When he broke the kiss, his mouth quickly moved south to her neck and breasts. She moaned at the feel of his massive erection intimately pressing against her vaginal walls. When she reached out her arms to grip his blond, curly hair, John grabbed them and pinned them down above her head on the bed. Opening her lips to protest, John captured her mouth with his in a passionate kiss as she felt Patrick's mouth blazing a trail down her stomach to her core. Gillian's pussy wept with anticipation as John's tongue mated with hers and Patrick's slid up and down her inner thighs. She nearly bucked off the bed when the Irishman's mouth finally found her dripping wet pussy and his tongue began lapping feverishly at her clit.
The stunning woman cried out in total surrender as John broke the kiss only to hungrily whisper in her ear, "Does Pat's tongue feel good on your cunt, kitten? Just wait until you have both of our cocks inside of you."
John then kissed her lips once more before he climbed up on the bed. He took her discarded underwear and quickly tied her wrists together. The Brit sat on his knees and towered over her as he caressed her face lightly with one hand and began stroking his enormous dick with the other. Her eyes feasted on his movements as he rubbed the tip, oozing with precum, around her hardened nipple.
She heard herself hoarsely whisper, "You're beautiful, John," seconds before the orgasm ripped through her body and hot, salty cream poured into Patrick's hungry mouth. She bucked and thrashed about wildly and would have come off the bed as pleasure overtook her had it not been for John holding down her arms. The legs she had wrapped around Patrick's shoulders relaxed as he removed his mouth from her overly sensitive cunt and kissed a trail down one bare leg to her foot. Her tired, over stimulated muscles ached as the orgasm began to subside, but her pussy continued to pulse slightly.
Before Gillian could close her eyes and go to sleep, John hauled her up so she could straddle his lap. He groaned in ecstasy as he eased his cock into the entrance of her tight cunt and fully embedded himself inside of her. The Brit then cupped her face gently and commanded, "Look at me, kitten." When her emerald eyes met his, he kissed her lips before saying, "I know you're tired and I am going to let you rest soon, but first I want to fuck your pussy while Pat slips inside that beautiful ass."
As John's words permeated her tired, cloudy mind, she felt Patrick behind her as he ran kisses up her spine. Feeling him rub his cock in between her cheeks had her shaking her head. "No, John. You both won't fit. I can't," she whispered, pushing at his chest with her bound hands.
John slipped her bound hands over his head before his mouth found hers. As he deepened the kiss, he felt Gillian begin to undulate against his groin as her hands toyed with his ebony hair. The Brit knew he had weakened her defenses and wasn't playing fair but also knew Gillian would like the feel of both men inside of her at once. Breaking the kiss, he whispered in her ear, "Pat and I will both fit, kitten, and I promise you will enjoy the way it feels. I know you're afraid, but we only want to bring you pleasure. The two of us will go slowly. All you need to do is tell us to stop, and we will. You said you trust me, right?"
Gillian pulled back to stare into John's darkened eyes, loving the way his gaze ran over her body and warmed the very depths of her soul. His eyes were the color of dark molasses, and she could see how much he wanted her in there. Gillian did feel fear, but she wanted to please John more. She had never had anal sex before tonight, and she had enjoyed that immensely. The American swore she saw something more than lust in the Brit's eyes, but he was quick to shield them from her. He was a beautiful man, and if she was being truthful, Gillian wanted nothing more than to crawl inside of his chest and never leave. It was too bad she was going to have to do just that in the morning.
Leaning forward, she rubbed her breasts against John's hairy chest. She ran her tongue up the vein that pulsed in his neck before running it along his bottom lip. She smiled when John growled as she pulled the skin with her teeth. With her mouth hovering above his, she said, "I trust you. Make love to me."
John let out a loud growl of dominance as he slammed his mouth on hers. As his tongue mated with hers, he gripped her hips in his large, scarred hands so he could begin lifting her up and down. The stunning American woman cried out as Patrick gripped her long ebony hair in his hands and jerked her head back. His hot mouth found her neck and shoulders as John massaged both of her breasts in his hands while she rode him.
At her ear, the Irishman growled, "Tonight, you belong to us, kitty. I need you to relax and let me inside."
Gillian turned her head to kiss Patrick's cheek before John stilled their movements. Patrick pulled away a moment as John spread her ass while he devoured her neck. Gillian then felt the Irishman rub a warm liquid on her anus before he inserted two of his wide fingers in her. The gorgeous blond giant then positioned himself between her cheeks as he rubbed the mushroom shaped head up and down the exposed skin. Gillian told herself to relax as Patrick eased the engorged head of his cock into her anus. Just as Patrick did this, John's hand slipped in between their bodies to rub her sensitive clit. Her pussy walls flooded as the Brit manipulated her cunt and the Irishman fully embedded himself in her tight, warm ass. Patrick gritted his teeth at the most glorious sensations coursing through his body as Gillian's perfect form hugged him like a tight glove. Sweat rolled down his face and chest as he allowed the woman to get used to his size. He could already feel his balls seizing up in preparation for an orgasm.
Gillian felt her thighs quivering at the euphoric intensity of having the two men inside of her. What began as a painful, uncomfortable sensation was quickly becoming an intense, burning pressure that was building within her soul. Her head fell back against Patrick's shoulder as John leaned forward and captured her mouth. She could feel the Irishman begin to slowly pull out his cock before pushing it back in balls deep.
Patrick slowly set up a rhythm as John massaged her clit. Gillian naturally began to undulate her hips back and forth on the British billionaire's shaft, matching her rhythm with Patrick's. The painful grimace on her face was soon replaced with a radiant, dreamy look of fulfillment that made her face more stunning.
John could not even begin to express the feelings that he was experiencing as she rode his cock and Patrick took her from behind. The look on her face was extraordinary and literally took his breath away. John had never allowed a woman to take control of sex before, but here he was, allowing this woman to take what she wanted from him. He watched her breasts rise and fall and loved the sounds escaping her full, lush mouth. John knew that he could spend the rest of his life simply staring at Gillian's beauty, but she was so much more than a pretty face. The Brit had zero intention of letting her leave, and by the look of ecstasy on Patrick's face, his mate was feeling the same. Gillian Morgan may very well be the death of him, but, oh, what a way to go!
No longer being able to give Gillian the control, John loosely gripped her neck and kissed her lips. He then began to take control of their lovemaking as he slipped his hands under her legs and aided her movements by lifting her up and down. His tongue mated with hers as she smashed her breasts against his chest. He was breathing so heavily and was so consumed with this woman that he never wanted the feeling to end. As John quickened his pace, so did Patrick. He could feel his balls tightening and could tell that Gillian was ready to come as well. "Come for me, kitten. Let me feel you come all over my cock."
Gillian was on complete and total overload! Her whole body was quivering as the pressure in her abdomen and core were building and preparing to explode. She felt so wanton and naughty, having two large men dominate and control her every movement. The pain from Patrick's initial intrusion was now gone and had been replaced by a sensation unlike anything she had ever known. Her pussy dripped as the men sandwiched her between them and fucked her at a maddening pace. Gillian wrapped her arms tightly around John's neck and held on tight as her body erupted into a billion stars. She didn't even recognize the voice that screamed out in pleasure as her own. Her body violently shook against John and Patrick, and her vaginal walls constricted tightly, sending waves of gratification through each man. Almost in unison, John and Patrick snarled her name as they shot their thick, semen deep into her. Both men ground their cocks deeper into her as they allowed every drop to empty into her. Patrick collapsed on Gillian's back as he heavily breathed, trying to gain his composure. John was in the middle of his own intense orgasm as he closed his dark eyes and allowed her contracting pussy to naturally milk the fluid from his dick.
When his cock had receded and every ounce of his seed had eased into her body, Patrick raised up to place a kiss on her shoulder before he rolled his naked frame off her. He quickly undid her bound hands and watched her snuggle against John who was leaned back against a mound of pillows. The Irishman could not even begin to understand the full and utter contentment he felt in the depths of his soul. For the first time in his life, he found himself wanting to hold a woman in his arms. He watched in envy while John whispered words of passion into the American's ear as he smoothed the long strands of black hair from her face. Patrick found himself caressing one thigh and one round cheek as Gillian's breathing evened and she began to snore lightly. John shifted her body so his softened cock slipped from her wet, abused cunt. Patrick watched a genuine, soft smile cross his brother's face before John positioned her body and tucked her comfortably and securely under his chin. He then watched the big Brit cuddle her close, exhale a sigh, and then close his eyes.
"John, we need to talk, mate," Patrick began as he halfway sat up in the bed.
"In the morning, Pat," John replied without opening his eyes. He knew he and the Irishman needed to talk, but right now, all he wanted to do was prolong the unfamiliar sensation of happiness and complete satisfaction he felt as Gillian sighed contentedly beside him. "Right now, we sleep, boyo."
"But, John—"
"Sleep," John whispered again before exhaustion overcame him.
Chapter 5
A small moan escaped Gillian's lips as she stretched her tired, sore frame out on the large, oversized bed. Expecting to feel John and Patrick's hard bodies on either side of her, she sat up abruptly when she felt only the silkiness of the sheets. She looked around the room and was confused to find the only thing in the room was the morning sunlight filtering in through the balcony doors. Pulling her legs to her chest, the beautiful American again let out a gasp of discomfort as her knees touched her aching breasts. A small smile touched her pink, swollen lips as her thoughts drifted to the evening before. Although her body ached from head to toe, Gillian loved the warm feeling spreading across her stomach and thighs. John and Patrick had awakened her twice more with their mouths, hands, and cocks and had brought her pleasure unlike she had ever known. She could still smell their cologne and natural scent all over her body. Even now, it hurt to sit on her bottom, but the pain was so worth it.
The doorknob turning had Gillian's attention on the door as she pulled the sheets up over her breasts. Her emerald eyes watched Stewart walk into the room carrying what looked like clothes on his arms and pushing a cart. As he approached the bed, his eyes touched hers, and a soft smile touched his lips. "Good morning, Dr. Morgan. I hope you slept well."
"Morning, Stewart," she replied as she watched him lay out the clothes on the end of John's bed and begin preparing the cart. The butler then walked around the bed to hand her a glass of orange juice and an envelope. Gillian downed the cold liquid before she set the glass down and opened the envelope. Pulling out the small card, she read: If you thought last night was wonderful, just wait until you see what I have in store for you today, John. When she was done reading the card, she found a dozen Juliet roses lying on the bed in front of her.
Stewart stood back, eyeing the stunning, ebony haired woman as she read the card from John and caressed the expensive roses he had instructed to be given to her. The woman looked disheveled and well used, and the smell of sex still lingered faintly in the room. The smile on his face widened as he noticed the small bruises popping up on her shoulders and arms. John and Patrick had clearly enjoyed the American's company last night. She was, after all, the first woman to ever stay the night in John Kenric's personal suite. Not even Pandora had ever been given the opportunity. He could tell by the look on the Brit's face this morning that John had feelings for Gillian, even if he wasn't ready to admit them. Patrick clearly had them too, but he had left early for work. Stewart knew that the Irishman was running away. Deep down, the butler envied the two men as his eyes skimmed over Gillian's petal soft skin and breathtaking face. The American was extraordinary!
Gillian's eyes filled with unshed tears as her fingers delicately traced the roses. She felt so conflicted inside. She could not even begin to describe her feelings about John and Patrick. Her body was still humming from their sexual encounters last night, but it wasn't only about the sex. There was something in the way they touched her, especially John. Gillian hated to admit it, but she found herself already caring deeply for the Brit. She could swear that there had been moments when she had seen something deeper in his eyes, and although she couldn't understand the language he spoke during sex at times, the words sounded full of love and affection. His touch had been so tender, and he had spent so much time making sure that she always found her pleasure. The American felt a searing hot pain deep in the center of her chest when she thought about leaving John. However, she could not get Pandora's words out of her head. She did know John's body, but beyond that, the man was a mystery. Maybe he treated all of his women the way he had her. That thought had a tear escaping her eye.
Feeling Stewart's eyes on her, Gillian quickly wiped the tear off her cheek. Wiping her nose with the back of her hand, she avoided his eyes as she said, "Thanks for the juice, Stewart. Look, I need to clean up. I'm assuming the clothes you laid out are for me?"
> "Yes, they are," Stewart replied, hating the sadness he saw in her eyes. "Before you begin your morning routine, miss, John asked me to give you a message. He wants to apologize for not being present to wake you himself, but he and Patrick had some urgent business to tend to this morning. John would, however, like you to join him for breakfast downstairs in an hour or so. Will you be joining him?"
"Sure," Gillian replied softly. Maybe she could talk to John about her feelings and where they went from here. She didn't think he was a monogamous relationship kind of guy, but his attraction to her had been strong. Would he be interested in dating, or was John into sexual relationships only? There was no way she could be with John and watch him sleep with other women. There had to be more to his feelings that just a man who wanted a journal she possessed. Besides, Gillian had already given him access to the book last night, so the fact that John still wanted to spend time with her this morning was a good sign.
"Well, I will leave you to your bath, Dr. Morgan. If you need anything, simply call. A maid will be here in a few moments to straighten up." Stewart smiled as he turned and headed toward the door of John's chamber.
When the door to the room closed, Gillian slowly climbed out of the bed and wrapped the bed sheet around her. Walking down to the foot of the bed, her emerald eyes looked over the clothes. She was pleased to find a pair of hip hugger jeans, a white, scoop neck t-shirt, and a short sleeved grey cardigan. She also found a white, lacy bra and matching thong. If the clothes were purchased by John, the Brit clearly was tapped into the things that she liked to wear. Grabbing the clothes, Gillian made her way to the bathroom.