House of Pleasure, Deborah Court [great books of all time TXT] 📗

swollen, slightly opened lips excited him even more than the sight of her lush body, shaking with the impact of another man’s heavy thrusts.

“You are lucky that Jane has put me into a better mood right now,” Luke said dryly. “Actually, I feel quite generous today. Jane, your romantic dream lover needs your assistance. He looks like he could explode any time. Take him into your mouth,” he ordered, shortly ceasing his movements. Ryan knelt down on the bench with spread legs, guiding his member to her lips.

Jane's mouth went dry when she looked at the enormous cock right in front of her face, held in place by Ryan’s hand while she grabbed the bench to stabilize herself. His shaft looked hard like a rock, the blood pulsating in a thick vein along its length. Then she opened her lips and gently kissed the ruby red head. A silvery drop of moisture had escaped the tiny opening, and she licked it away with a quick flick of her tongue before taking him into the warm wetness of her mouth, obeying Luke’s command. Ryan threw back his head and groaned, savoring the heavenly feeling of her tongue circling him.

She began to suck him earnestly when Luke resumed his thrusting, hammering into her with mighty thrusts. His movements caused his hips to slap against her tight, round bottom, the erotic sound making Ryan’s cock grow even more in her mouth. Luke’s coming in and out automatically made her lips slide up and down his rival’s shaft, and she felt him squeeze the base with his hand while she increased the pressure of her tongue.

“You do this very well, goddess,” Luke said, “so you deserve a little reward for this.” He dipped his thumb between the moist folds of her sex and started rubbing it over her little nub, making her arch her back and tremble visibly, her moaning stimulating the throbbing rod in her mouth.

It was shortly before she reached the highest peak that her gaze wandered to the garden outside the pavilion, where some movement had caught her eye. Sean was standing there, half hidden behind one of the densely grown rosebushes. His breeches were unfastened, and he held a very impressive cock in his hand, massaging himself while he watched her taking the twins at once. His eyes were darkened with passion, and they widened when he realized that Jane had noticed him. He rubbed himself harder, his lips silently forming the words, “I love you, Mistress,” but she understood him nevertheless.

Then Jane’s climax came over her with the force of a storm. She trembled and convulsed around Luke’s thrusting cock like a fist, making him come with a surprised outcry of pleasure. At the same time Ryan’s hot seed filled her mouth, his hoarse voice calling her name again and again while she licked him clean, surprised by his sweet taste. But the whole time her eyes were locked with Sean’s, his semen spilling between his skillful fingers that brought himself to orgasm, repeatedly whispering how much he loved her.

At last, when both men had pulled out of her, she sank down on the bench, totally satisfied and exhausted. Her skin was so hot that the marble felt pleasant, cooling her down a little. The twins started to fuss around her, worrying about her comfort. Luke lifted her in his strong arms and carried her towards the house. “I will take you to your bed now, love. You need some rest.” She nodded weakly, already half asleep. But as she opened her eyes one last time and threw a glance at the rose bushes, Sean was gone.

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Chapter Six

The next day went by slowly. Jane felt like being alone for a while and stayed in her room, thinking about the strange situation she had brought herself into. To her dismay, she was starting to feel something for Luke, but also for Ryan. How was this possible? Was Ryan just another figment of her imagination, maybe an ideal version of Luke - how she envisioned him? Ryan was gentle and romantic, while Luke was so sure of himself, undeniably male and sometimes arrogant. Yet she suspected that he had a much softer side that he hid from the world.

She felt drawn to them both, wondering how she'd figure out what to do about it. Would she have to choose between them at some point - either stay in the house with her dream version of Luke, or leave with him, preferring a real man of flesh and blood over any fantasy? A headache began to torture her, and she decided to lie down for a while, delaying her decision until later.

The night had already fallen when Jane awoke from her deep, dreamless sleep. She felt a wonderful warmth surrounding her from every side. Actually she had never slept so well for a long time, completely and utterly satisfied and feeling loved.

Slowly she came to her senses again. When she tried to move a bit, she noticed that this task wasn't easy, for obviously she wasn't sleeping alone anymore. Two male bodies pressed close against her, doubtlessly being the source of the warmth. Suddenly she remembered what had happened between them the night before, and felt herself blushing deeply.

It had been the most erotic experience of her life. She’d had been loved by two men at once. It was incredibly naughty, but she had felt desired ... worshipped. Besides, she knew that in reality, it had been only one man. The man she was starting to care for, more than she'd like to admit.

But it had felt oh-so-good being naughty. She had enjoyed every second of it. And she had never dreamed of having sex like this. Sheer pleasure. Ecstasy. Lust. Feeling cherished like no other woman had before. And she loved these exciting men, Luke and Ryan, all aspects of them. They were so different, but she needed what they gave her.

Luke was thoroughly an alpha-male, exciting