She was gasping, begging, distantly amazed that the cries and pleas were coming from her own throat.
“Yes.” Her head fell back on Jesse’s shoulder as his lips pressed to her cheek. “Yes. God. Fuck me. Jesse, make him f**k me hard, before I die.”
Her hoarse words acted as a catalyst on the two men. She didn’t know whose hands supported her above Jesse’s body; she didn’t care. In perfect synchronization she felt Jesse’s c**k slide nearly free of the grip of her ass while Lucian’s thrusted, strong and sure, deep into her gripping pu**y. Lucian pulled back, only to have Jesse surge inside the clasping heat of her ass.
The dual penetrations were more than her heightened emotions and overly sensitive body could process at once. As they began to f**k her hard and fast, their groans blending with her feminine cries, she tumbled headlong into an orgasm so explosive, so violent she lost her breath, lost her control and surrendered herself to the cyclonic whiplash of emotion and pleasure/pain that ripped through her body. Lucian and Jesse groaned her name and began spurting their own releases deep inside her spasming channels.
Chapter Fifteen
“There, baby…” It wasn’t over. Hours later Terrie trembled, her body soaked with perspiration as yet another orgasm tore through her.
Jesse’s c**k was spurting heavily up into her swollen pu**y, as Lucian once again gained his release in the tight recess of her ass. There had been little respite in the hours they had pleasured her. Jesse had held her once, watching, whispering explicit directions to her as they both watched Lucian part the lips of her cunt, his c**k stroking slowly inside her, driving her insane as Jesse told her how beautiful it was, whispered to her how beautiful she was in her pleasure.
And the pleasure was never ending.
There was little resistance in her when they finally pulled free of her body and Jesse helped her collapse weakly to the couch. Night had fallen, the offices she knew were empty and she was too replete, too satisfied to even consider moving now.
She felt the soft sheet drape her body as her eyes closed in weariness, only dimly aware of Jesse and Lucian dressing.
* * * * *
Jesse watched her. Weariness dragging at his limbs as he zipped his slacks and watched Lucian re-button his own shirt. The other man was quiet, reflective, as he glanced at Terrie. Her hair flowed over her shoulders, clinging damply to the moist flesh as she drifted into sleep.
“Thomas didn’t deserve her,” Lucian sighed as her breathing deepened.
“I do, Lucian.” Jesse was very well aware of the fact that there were several of the members of their group who had had their eye on Terrie even before Thomas’s death. “She’s mine.”
Lucian nodded sharply. He more than the others, Jesse knew, had been interested. Just as he knew that any woman who accepted Conover would likely be biting off more than she could chew.
“She’s a one-man woman,” Lucian sighed, grinning rakishly. “I doubt she would appreciate the plans I had for her.”
“Wrong woman,” Jesse agreed.
Lucian nodded again. “Take care of her, Jesse. She loves you, you know.”
Yeah, he knew that, Jesse thought. She had proved that the night before in ways he would have never imagined.
“As I love her, Lucian,” he sighed. He always had. For as long as he had known her.
Lucian nodded abruptly then left the office with a quick, purposeful stride. Jesse shook his head as he collapsed in the chair across from Terrie and watched her sleep.
She was the most beautiful thing in the world to him. For years he had feared he would have to eventually restrain his sexuality to have her. Tamp down the need to see her surrendering to the ultimate pleasure. That of allowing her body to be completely, overwhelmingly submissive to her own desires. To take the greatest gift he had to offer her. The gift of her complete, uninhibited sexuality.
Some women had that hidden core, the darker desires, the search for the ultimate pleasure. Just as Jesse and those like him held the male half of that core. The need to see and to feel the surrender of their women to that hidden sexuality. To watch someone they trusted, someone they knew, tapping into the dark desires and sensuality of their women. It was an ultimate high, a release unlike any other.
Not that it would happen often. But sometimes. Sighing, he moved to the office closet and removed the dress he had brought for her that evening. He laid it across the chair as he moved to her once again.
“Wake up, baby,” he whispered as he lifted her into his arms and headed for the shower on the other side of his office. “Come on. Time to plan the rest of our lives.”
She opened her eyes, drowsy, seductive and her lips quirking into a temptress’s smile.
“Rest of our lives, huh?” She looped her arms lazily around his shoulders, staring up at him, loving him. He could feel her love, the warmth that spread over him when he watched her.
“The rest of our lives.” He put her down in the bathroom, staring down at her. “I love you, Terrie. You have to know that by now.”
Her smile lit up his soul. “I love you, Jesse. But this sharing thing.” She rubbed hesitantly at her ear. “Let’s keep this to a minimum,” she suggested softly. “I really prefer you.”
He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her, wishing he had the energy to throw her to the floor and f**k her again. Just for the sheer pleasure of it.