CherrysJubilee (10 page)

As Connor pulled his robe open, Cherry’s pussy tightened and flooded. The idea of servicing Connor this way was oddly stimulating. To her surprise her mouth watered at the idea, even as she looked at his long shaft and imagined it pumping his warm cum down her throat as Erik had.

He waited, watching her.

Reaching out curiously, she ran her fingers down the length of his cock, the skin like the finest suede—soft, warm. It was oddly beautiful, a primal thing.

Behind her, she could almost feel the weight of Jed’s and Erik’s eyes on her, watching.

She opened her mouth and slowly took the head of Connor’s cock between her lips, sucking on it obediently, curling her hand around the shaft. It swelled beneath her hand as she took him inside.

Carefully Cherry took the broad mushroom-shaped head deeper then slid her mouth up and down his shaft, tasting him, sweeping her tongue around the glans, taking more each time. He grew harder and harder in her mouth.

Looking up, she could see his eyes lose focus, turn inward.

She would have smiled if she could but her mouth was too full. Cherry sighed.

Dropping his hands onto her head, Connor groaned, his long fingers sliding into her hair as her hot mouth closed around him. He didn’t push, knowing her inexperience, letting her set her own pace at first, trying to guide her.

Watching her golden head bobbing over his cock, her long hair brushing against his thighs with each motion of her mouth on him, her full breasts swaying, was marvelously erotic.

He looked at Jed and Erik, their breakfasts forgotten as they watched Cherry deep throat him, riveted by the spectacle.

His hands closed around her head, guiding her rhythm more firmly. Her throat tightened around him and she struggled as he pushed deeper, something that was exciting in itself. He gave her even more with the next thrust.

Her throat working against the head of his cock shredded his control.

“Take a deep breath, Cherry,” Connor said hoarsely, pulling back long enough for her to do that.

She drew in a breath quickly as his hands tightened around her head.

Control shattered. Connor thrust into her mouth hard, his hands clenched in her hair, going fast, deep, using her mouth as she writhed and groaned.

He came, his hands clenched in her hair, pouring into her throat as she twisted, swallowing, each motion of her throat working him.

Frantically Cherry swallowed, taking him, taking everything he gave her as his cock went deep.

She sighed, sagging against him when he released her. Connor stroked her hair, her head against his thigh as she caught her breath. Her hair was soft and it rippled beneath his hand. He loved the feel of it, like silk. Idly, he fingered a strand.

That had been incredible. She was definitely a quick learner.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

Taking a deep breath, she looked up at him and licked the last of his cum from her lips. She nodded, a small smile curving her mouth. His body tightened in response.

“Good,” Jed said. “My turn, if you don’t mind, Cherry.”

Looking up at him, still smiling, she said, “I don’t mind.”

Settling in before him, where he sat in the chair, she took his offered cock into her mouth with a little more confidence. His hands closed around her head, his cock already so hard that he needed her to take him quickly.

“It’s going to go fast, Cherry,” he warned.

She looked up at him and nodded.

With his hands in her hair guiding her rhythm he drove hard, fast and as deep as he dared. His cock was already so hard she was afraid he’d explode in her mouth before she was ready.

He fucked her mouth hard and deep. He was ready. Cherry sensed it and took a quick breath as he thrust into her mouth and came deep in her throat, filling it with his salty, thick ejaculate. His hands locked in her hair, holding her in place. Frantically, she swallowed him.

“Damn,” Jed said, the tone of his voice a little apologetic, his jaw going tight as he released her. “Cherry…” He stroked her hair, a bit stunned, as she let her cheek rest against his thigh. “I didn’t mean it to go like that,” he said.

She smiled up at him. “I guess I need more practice.”

Looking down at her, he shook his head and grinned. “More practice?” He took a breath. “You can practice on me any time you like.”

Cherry laughed as he helped her to her feet. Connor reached out and tugged her back into his lap.

“Coffee or orange juice?”

Looking at the three of them, she settled comfortably in Connor’s lap as they shared out the newspaper. Cherry reflected that it was oddly exciting and freeing to relinquish control like this, letting them do with her as they pleased.

Throughout the day there was a rare few minutes when one or the other of them wasn’t touching her or playing with her in some way—kissing her, petting her hair, tweaking a nipple, slipping a hand between her thighs or stroking her hip while they talked, read the newspaper and watched TV, flipping through the channels as men do. It was a little strange to talk about current events while one of them played with the delicate folds between her thighs or with her breast.

Cherry cuddled in Connor’s lap with his arms loosely around her, her cheek against the firm muscles of his chest. He wasn’t as massively muscled as Erik but he still had an impressive set of pecs. They were surprisingly comfortable. Erik had pulled her legs across his lap and Jed, sitting on the floor, had threaded his arm around one of them.

She ached pleasantly, her body hot and in a nearly constant state of arousal, her pussy dampening the robe, but she could hardly complain.

It was hard to ignore the fact that Connor was growing increasingly distracted as he lifted his head from where he had been nuzzling and sucking at her throat, his fingers brushing lightly over it, his lips moving over her ear almost affectionately.

She tried not to think too much about that. It couldn’t last forever and she knew it. She tried not to notice how her heart wrenched a little at that thought.

Gathering up her hair, Connor drew her head back a little, his fingers sliding over her breast, plucking lightly at her nipple, rolling it as she shivered.

That was one of the things he found so fascinating about Cherry—that she was so completely responsive.

Connor watched Erik play lightly between her thighs, finger-fucking her teasingly now and then. Cherry’s hips alternately bucked or she shivered, soft gasps and moans escaping her no matter how much she tried to bite them back. The muscles in her stomach and thighs tightened and flexed.

He enjoyed watching her reaction to the play.

Despite that very pleasant distraction though, he found his mind drifting to the situation at O’Donnell International and his problems with the board. It seemed intractable, no solution in sight. He worried at it as a dog would with a bone.

Connor sighed, tightening his arms around her.

Even as her scent soothed him a little, the problems at O’Donnell floated at the back of his mind. It was his company. His family’s company. An O’Donnell had run it since its inception. He couldn’t be the one to lose it. As much as he tried to fight the thin thread of pain, of panic, he couldn’t.

There was no sense talking about it to Jed and Erik, they had heard it a thousand times before. Neither of them could do anything about it either.

Sitting on the floor, his back to the couch, his arm curled comfortably around one of Cherry’s shapely legs, stroking it occasionally, Jed couldn’t help being aware of her, sitting nearly naked in Conn’s lap. Her hair had dried into a riot of golden waves that tumbled over her pretty shoulders and her ripe, round breasts.

His cock was a little hard as he looked up but he also found himself waiting for those little flashes of humor and intelligence as she talked.

She wasn’t a bimbo. He had figured that out quickly, as had Connor and Erik.

Jed was grateful for the distraction she provided Connor. It would have been a tough weekend otherwise with everything going on at the office.

He glanced at Conn, suddenly noticing that his comments had dropped off, to see the distracted look in his eyes. Connor’s mouth brushed lightly against Cherry’s hair and he was frowning slightly.

Mentally, Jed swore.

The situation should be simple. There should be no question about Conn becoming CEO in his father’s place, in his family’s company. But the board was making things increasingly difficult. They’d grudgingly given Conn the title but were not giving him control. Running OI was like having two captains steering the ship in different directions with everyone trying to figure out who was steering.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if Conn were a different kind of man. To him, OI was more than a trust, it was more than an inheritance passed down from his Irish great-grandfather—the man Connor had been named for—who had built the company from the ground up with nothing but determination and an idea. It wasn’t just a company to him, it was a responsibility and the people in it weren’t just employees, they depended on him to lead them in the right direction. Especially in the current economy.

That was why this was so important. Why none of them had time to go looking to score, to date.

Jed’s eyes went to Erik, who looked back at him a little grimly. Jed lifted his chin in question. They needed a distraction and he knew just the one that would do it.

He grinned.

Glancing at Cherry, he saw that she had noticed Connor’s distraction too. Her eyes met Jed’s curiously. Cherry had seen Jed glance from a distracted Connor to Erik and back to her again.

“I’m hungry,” Jed said bluntly, his grin getting wider as he saw the mild alarm flare in her eyes at his words.

Those words got Connor’s attention. He straightened behind her.

Cherry’s breath caught, recognizing that look in Jed’s eyes. Jed had something in mind. She had no doubt that she’d enjoy it, but damn.

Wrapping his legs around hers, Connor opened her to Jed, Connor’s hands moving to her breasts to caress and toy with her nipples.

That definitely refocused his attention.

Oh fine
, she thought, vaguely amused,
throw me under the damn bus
.

“Jed,” she protested, trying not to laugh even as her pussy tightened. “I thought you were my friend.”

“Yeah,” Connor said, nibbling at her ear, sending goose bumps racing over her skin. “But he’s my friend first.”

Jed just grinned, his brown eyes glinting mischievously.

Spread for Jed as she was, she had no choice. She looked at him as he shifted forward, his hands sliding up her legs, opening her even more.

His gaze dropped to her exposed pussy and he reached for her.

Knowing what he was about to do to her, what that talented mouth and tongue were capable of, her pussy clenched and heat poured through her once again.

“You’re going to kill me, you know,” she said, fighting both a smile and anticipation, playing the game they needed her to play. “Death by sex.”

And she’d let them do it. Again and again. She loved what they did to her.

Jed licked his lips to see her displayed in front of him, sliding his hands up her smooth white thighs, massaging them lightly as he admired her beautiful pussy. Carefully, he slipped his hands beneath her butt, shifted her to the perfect position for viewing, for tasting, for eating.

“But what a way to go, Cherry,” he said appreciatively.

His cock had grown much harder. Now he was the one anticipating.

“You have the prettiest pussy, Cherry,” he said, sliding a finger down between her blushing labia, her anticipation dampening her.

She wanted it, wanted what they would do to her, as much as she might pretend otherwise.

Deliberately, he parted those tender folds, held them open and exposed her clit, blowing air lightly across them so that she would feel just how exposed she was to him. So she would know it.

Cherry shivered.

Behind her Connor’s attention was once more focused on the hot, sexy woman in his lap. He looked down at Jed and grinned as Jed tormented her.

That was better.

Deliberately, Jed lowered his mouth to those plush lips, to Cherry’s moist core, and took a long deep taste of her, stroking his tongue into her pussy as he gently pushed her legs farther apart. His tongue slid up and across her clit.

She moaned, her head falling back against Connor’s shoulder.

Perfect.

Connor took her mouth with his as Jed took her pussy the same way, Connor swallowing her moans and cries.

Jed loved the sound of her pleasure, loved to watch her surrender to it, to him, her body his to command. Both Conn and Erik were apparently enjoying it as well, watching as she trembled with reaction, Conn’s mouth once more on her throat, Erik sucking on her tit, squeezing it while Conn squeezed the other.

As a distraction, Cherry was just what the doctor had ordered. Jed could only be grateful for that. And Jed loved watching her come, loved watching her body arch.