CherrysJubilee (9 page)

Amazed, shaking his head, Connor reached out to brush his thumbs over her nipples. A low moan escaped her. She could see Connor’s blue eyes go darker as he touched her.

That delicate touch sent heat spiraling through her. She whimpered.

Connor lifted his head, his gaze going to hers as he slid two fingers deep into her pussy, driving another low groan from her as he stroked them into her. Her internal muscles tightened and Erik matched her groan. That brilliant blue gaze held hers as Connor slid to the edge of the bed, lowering his mouth to her clit to savor it, his fingers stroking inside her.

In all her life she had never even imagined this.

Connor’s warm mouth and tongue moved over her clit, lapping at her as dreamily as a cat would a bowl of cream, his fingers stroking her as his gaze held hers until pleasure swamped her once more.

Stretched out on the bed behind Connor, Jed watched avidly, his brown eyes fixed on them.

Lightly, Connor’s tongue teased at her clit.

“Oh god, I love your mouth on me,” Cherry gasped, each stroke of his tongue sending torrents of bliss through her as Erik pumped into her ass, Connor’s hands on her hips keeping her still so that each of Erik’s thrusts went deep.

As Connor teased her clit, control and thought disappeared, her hips bucked in response to each lick and swirl of his tongue. She was so close to coming.

“Please,” she begged.

Connor drew her clit into his mouth, suckling hard on it.

A shriek tore out of her as she came, her body bucking wildly, Erik swelling within her, roaring his satisfaction as he came right after her, pumping into her ass as his arms locked tightly around her.

Legs trembling with the force of his orgasm, Erik dropped forward, Cherry beneath him, his cock buried deep inside her ass, pushing his shaft deeper still, bracing himself on one forearm. He laid his forehead against her back, breathing hard but steadily, his other arm tight around her waist to hold her close and keep his weight from falling completely on her. She was absolutely certain that she couldn’t move.

Jed nudged Erik. “Move, Erik, or you’ll squash her.”

“I don’t know if I can, Jed,” Erik said, pressing a kiss against her temple, the gesture surprising her. “Cherry, that was incredible, better than I could have imagined.”

Connor gathered her up in his arms, into his lap, looking down at her as he brushed the hair away from her face, kissing her gently.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

His concern gratified her, soothed her. Especially once Jed took her hand to press a kiss into the palm.

“Erik’s right, Cherry, you are incredible,” he said.

That was satisfying too, but she was limp, utterly wasted. She couldn’t have moved even if she wanted to.

She wrapped her arms around Connor’s neck, her face buried against his throat. Beneath her lips his pulse beat strongly. She felt oddly cherished. Her heart twisted more than a little.

As much as she wished otherwise though, she knew she probably imagined that his arms tightened around her when she pressed her mouth against that throbbing pulse, his life beating against her lips. She couldn’t for the life of her figure out why she suddenly wanted to cry.

“We all definitely need a shower,” Connor said, his voice sounding a little husky.

That was certainly true.

The air was filled with the scent of their musk, their cum and Cherry’s pleasure and while no one seemed to mind, she was still sticky from her time spent as dessert.

All three of them seemed to be watching her carefully though, as Connor set her on her feet, both he and Jed with an arm around her to support her.

She looked at them, at the concern in their eyes and smiled reassuringly.

“I’m fine, really,” she said.

The shower was huge, with multiple showerheads and jets coming from almost everywhere. The three men hemmed her in and supported her as warm water sprayed soothingly against Cherry’s overused and abused muscles. Her legs trembled.

All three of them filled their hands with soap, their hands gliding over her, massaging her sore muscles and everything else.

With a smile of real pleasure, she repaid the favor.

Shaking her head in wonder, smiling, she ran her hands over three gorgeous bodies, running them over Connor’s sculpted chest, his washboard stomach, stroking them over Jed’s leanly muscled body, running them across Erik’s amazingly broad pecs.

With a long sigh, she said, suiting action to words, “You’re all so beautiful. You’re wonderful to touch. I can’t get enough of you. You feel amazing.”

Pulling her closer, his soapy hand gliding over her, Connor said, his blue eyes brilliant in the lights, “The feeling is mutual.” He emphasized the word “feeling” by closing his hand around her breast.

She smiled at him.

Jed too had soaped his hands thoroughly and his long fingers were sliding over her, between her legs, playing a little, his brown eyes knowing, mischievous and teasing as he slid a finger up inside her, then two, working them as if he cleaned a glass. Cleaning her. She moaned, the pleasure unexpected.

Taking one of the detachable and adjustable showerheads, Erik rinsed her off, playing the pulsing jets against the abused muscles of her shoulders. His arm around her, Connor held her close and Cherry let her head fall against the broad muscles of his chest, relishing his arm around her and the warm water soothing her strained muscles. Sighing with pleasure, she relaxed.

Connor pressed his mouth against her ear.

“You can stay if you like, Cherry,” he said softly.

Lifting her head, Cherry looked up at him.

There was an intensity in his eyes that she hadn’t seen before. His hands tightened on her.

Glancing over her shoulder, she looked at Jed and Erik.

Jed slid a hand over her ass, over her hip. He looked at Connor and Erik.

“We’d like you to stay, if you want.”

Erik nodded.

“But we’re not done playing with you,” Connor said. “You know we’ll fuck you again. Probably more than once.”

A little thrill went through her at their words, at the idea. Despite everything they had already done, to her astonishment, her pussy flexed and clenched as she looked at all three men.

Jed stepped closer, his hand sliding up from her hip to cup her breast.

She looked into his steady gaze.

Every inch of her skin seemed aware of Connor’s long, strong body pressed against hers, at the tightness of his hands on her.

Water poured over them.

She looked at Erik. His green eyes looked evenly back but she knew he waited for her answer.

With a half laugh, knowing she wouldn’t walk comfortably for a week at this rate, she considered it. How often would she get an opportunity like this, to have three gorgeous men making love to her? What did she have waiting for her back at her apartment but files to review? Taking a breath, she looked into Connor O’Donnell’s brilliant blue eyes.

“Maybe I can convince you,” he said and reached for one of the other spray heads. With his gaze locked on hers as Erik played the soothing spray over her shoulders, Connor directed the pulsing spray over her breasts then down her belly.

All three of them were grinning.

Cherry couldn’t help shaking her head and smiling back.

She took a long, slow breath as Connor played the spray down her body and Jed slid his arm around her below her breasts to hold her in place. Connor let the water dance over her mound and lower and angled the lightly pulsing jet of water against her clit.

Her body tightened and she clenched her teeth.

“That’s not fair,” she protested.

Connor grinned. “I’m a businessman, I don’t play fair. Not if I want to make the deal. It’s the art of the deal and I am a master at it.”

Rolling her eyes at him, she fought a smile even as a wave of delight washed through her.

“Is that so?” she said, fighting laughter, her voice sounding a little tight even to her own ears as she fought the sweet tension rising within her.

Water beat in a steady rhythm down her back as Erik redirected the flow of his nozzle.

“It is.” Angling the showerhead while Jed tightened his arm around her, Connor played it over her pussy and clit. “Stay with us, Cherry. We’ll make it worth your while. We’ll make all your wildest fantasies come true.”

She looked at the three of them. They already were.

The water was relentless. It beat against her, driving up inside her. She moaned softly, giving them all a look.

“All right,” she said, shifting, trying to escape the tormenting play of the water.

“We have to make sure you’re thoroughly rinsed,” Connor said, grinning.

“You know,” she said, her voice sounding slightly strangled as the pounding sprays of water sent small bursts of ecstasy through her. “You’re going to ruin me…”

A little startled, Connor looked at her. “Ruin how?”

“What other man is going to come close to even one of you guys?”

Much less their inventiveness. The pulsating water drove her crazy, beating against her clit and the tight entrance to her ass, the rhythm maddening.

Jed looked at Connor.

“There’s that,” he conceded with a grin.

Connor wasn’t sure that she wouldn’t ruin them. Where would they ever find someone else like her, willing to allow three men to fuck her, do the things she’d allowed them to do? Someone with as much evident and vocal enjoyment?

Which was one of the reasons Connor wanted her to stay.

Those lovely blue eyes closed, soft moans escaping her as he and Erik directed the pounding water over her breasts, against the tight rosette of her ass, against her pussy and clit until she trembled. With a smile, Connor reached and turned the water pressure up, directing it against her clit, his arm around her too now, as much to hold her in place as to support her.

Connor forced the pounding, pulsing spray closer and closer to her clit. Erik angled his spray between her spread legs so that it beat against her pussy too.

Her eyelids fluttered.

“Tell me what you want, Cherry,” Connor said, pressing his lips against her ear.

She moaned. “Oh please, Connor.”

“We’ve got you, Cherry,” Jed whispered.

She shattered in their arms as they watched, color flooding her skin, her body jolting.

Connor and Jed held her tightly as she came down from her orgasmic high, Jed kissing her temple affectionately. Then they washed her hair.

All three helped dry her off. She laughed as they rubbed her down before pulling on loose silk robes, Jed and Erik having stayed in the suite so often they both kept clothes there.

Connor called to order breakfast and a newspaper from the deli down the street as he usually did. He sat on the sofa with Cherry on his lap and kept his arm around her waist when the delivery boy arrived with the food, having taken the private elevator up to the suite.

Giving him a look, she said, “Connor.”

He just grinned, unrepentant, shrugging.

The kid, a college student, couldn’t take his eyes off her, off her full breasts beneath the silk robe. Deliberately, Connor slid his hand over the rich curves. He got a kick out of the delivery boy’s fascination.

Her nipples hardened as Connor rubbed his palm over her breast and whispered in her ear. “Liked that, did you?”

She gave him a dry look and shook her head at him.

He just laughed.

Playing with her and watching the hot look the delivery boy gave them, Connor was getting hard beneath the thin silk robe, his erection pressing against her firm bottom. Deliberately, he pressed his mouth against her slender throat, sucking on it as he pinched her nipple lightly, seemingly oblivious to the kid staring. Jed paid him as Erik opened the Styrofoam packages.

The smell of food—bacon, eggs and toast—filled the room. Cherry’s stomach growled. She’d already had quite a workout and had probably worked up an appetite to match. She was probably starving. As they were.

Connor brushed his thumb over the mark on her throat, admiring his handiwork, and smiled. All three of them had left their brands on her, marking her as theirs.

Cherry squirmed but he only tightened his arms around her a little.

“Connor,” she said, “I’m hungry.”

“First, we have a rule around here,” he said, sliding her gently off his lap, pushing her lightly to her knees in front of him. “What one gets the others get. You’ll have to sing for your breakfast first.”

While she had swallowed Erik’s cum the night before, she hadn’t with Connor or Jed.

Connor’s cock was hard, rising at the thought of her going down on him again, at the vision of Cherry on her knees in front of him, her drying hair haloing her face. With her curling blonde hair and blue eyes it was like fucking an angel. A naked angel but an angel all the same.

He could see that the idea excited her a little. He shifted forward, spreading his legs to give her access to his throbbing cock.