Educating Jane Porter (5 page)

“Oh, yes.”

His hips pumped in earnest now making it harder to keep the rhythm. Covering the head with her mouth, she sucked him as deeply as she could. Her hand pulsed around the shaft as she sucked him hard.

A yell was torn from him as his body arched, thrusting his cock deep in her mouth. His come struck the back of her throat, and she swallowed. Holding steady, she continued fucking him with her mouth until he went limp and his body was wracked with shivers.

Opening her eyes, she released him. Leaning forward, their lips met in a kiss so earthy that she felt the pull from deep in her pussy. Their tongues danced, and she knew he would taste his come on her tongue. Slowing the kiss, she pulled back enough to capture his lower lip between her teeth before releasing it.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“It was my pleasure.”

Antonio’s hands landed on her hips, and she started. She’d almost forgotten about him. Turning, she caught the need in his eyes. She moved from between Santos’s legs to kneel before Antonio.

“What can I do for you?”

Between his legs, his cock was becoming stiff.

“Lie down.” He patted the bed between him and Santos.

Jane acquiesced, stretching out on her back. Antonio threw his leg over her body, moving forward until his knees bracketed her shoulders. His thick cock was only a breath away from her lips, and she inhaled the scent of soap and aroused male.

“Suck me, Beauty.”

The command awoke something secret within her. Something wanton and greedy. Jane faded into the shadows and Beauty, the submissive sex slave, emerged.

Opening her mouth, her tongue touched the head of his cock. He inched forward to position his cock against her lips. She opened her mouth, and his erection breached her lips. Her gaze met his, and she began sucking him. His hands fisted on the headboard and he began to thrust gently, using shallow motions as he fucked her mouth.

Santos’s hand landed on her lower belly though she couldn’t see him. Her tongue swirled around Antonio’s cock even as Santos parted her legs. The slide of his skin against her thighs signaled his intentions. She was already wet with arousal. His breath brushed her pussy only seconds before his tongue connected with her clit. She jerked.

Her gaze was still locked with Antonio’s and she tried to concentrate on sucking his cock, but it was a challenge with Santos between her thighs. His tongue was warm and wet against her sex, and she moaned deep in her throat. Two thick fingers slid deep into her pussy. Keeping up the pressure on her clit, his hand began to thrust.

Jane wasn’t sure how to handle this situation. With Antonio’s cock in her mouth and Santos’s face in her pussy, she felt as if she were coming apart at the seams. Her hands latched onto Antonio’s tight ass, her fingers dug into the muscles.

Santos’s teeth slid over her clit, and she moaned around Antonio’s erection. The rumble of the sound raced up her throat and straight to his cock. His eyes widened, and his hips began to thrust harder. Deep, animal-like moans sounded from his mouth and sweat broke out on his face.

Her body arched, forcing her pussy downward to put more pressure on Santos’s mouth and hand. Shivers ran through her body and she felt she would fly apart at any moment. She longed for release yet she never wanted this erotic dance to end.

Under Antonio’s hands, the headboard slammed into the wall. His glossy eyes slid closed, and his lips were drawn back in a grimace. He seemed to be unaware of anything other than his coming release. His groans deepened into a roar. He went rigid, his head tipped back as semen jetted into her mouth and down her throat.

Arching her back, she pressed hard on Santos. Orgasm hit her with the strength of a punch. She gave up trying to suck Antonio clean, and she let him slip from her mouth. Her screams exploded from her lungs, and her body shook.

Someone pried her hands from Antonio’s ass, and the bed shifted as he moved away. Her eyes were still closed, and the remnants of her release ricocheted through her system like a pinball machine.

The torment Santos inflicted upon her was too much yet not nearly enough at the same time. His tongue swiped at her over-sensitized clit, and she tried to buck him off but he was having none of it.

A hungry mouth took possession of her nipple, and her eyes flew open. Antonio’s eyes were closed as he suckled her. Soft noises of pleasure came from him. Santos jabbed his tongue against her clit, and her body arched, wanting, needing more.

Santos rose from between her thighs. She caught a quick glimpse of his erection before he thrust it home in her cunt. His stamina was impressive. Only minutes before she’d sucked him dry, and now he was hard and ready to ride.

“Oh yes, yes!” Her fingers fisted in Antonio’s hair. “Fuck me, hard. Please, please, please—”

Her sobs turned to low moans when Santos began to thrust. He moved with the enthusiasm of a teenager with quick, sharp thrusts centered on her clit.

Helpless in the face of their lust, she let go. Orgasm tore through her body stealing her breath and rocking her world. She was floating, flying in the ether with the Earth far below.

She’d been consumed.

“Did you put the champagne on ice, Richard?”

“Yes, ma’am. It is chilling and the bar has been restocked for tonight’s events.” He continued wiping down the bar. “The kitchen is prepping the glasses.”

“Most excellent.”

Lily checked several items off the list. The best part of having a well-trained staff was their ability to get set-up quickly. So far, other than running down a few items that had gone missing, this weekend was progressing well. There were only twenty more hours to go until R.S.V.P. could mark off another successful event completed.

Until then, there was work to do.

A pile of fresh table linens were stacked on a wheeled cart. Tonight’s dinner was a sit down affair and the tables had to be set-up. When it was done she knew it would be exquisite with the dark burgundy tablecloths and pristine white china.

Now if the flowers would’ve arrived on time—

“Ms. Tyler?” Brenda, one of the waitresses, approached. “There is a call for you on the phone across from the utility closet. It sounded quite urgent.”

“Thank you, Brenda. Can you and your team get started on setting up the cocktail area on the terrace?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Lily headed into the hallway. The last time she’d been here was when she and Jean Jacques had fucked like rabbits in that closet. Her lips twisted. After their violent sex in the shower, she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to see him again.

Imagine him demanding she submit to him. And then to tell her that he’d fuck anyone he saw fit until she did so, that really was the limit—

An earthy moan caught her attention, and she skidded to a halt. Standing just outside the door, the familiar sounds of sucking reached her ears.

Someone was having sex.

A trill of excitement rushed through her. As much as she loved getting laid, another favored pastime was watching others have sex. She’d barely hit puberty by the time she’d discovered this proclivity. When her parents would go out for the evening, her sister’s best friend and boyfriend would come over and have sex in the den. Lily had lost count of the number of times she’d watched them screw each other’s brains out.

Just the memory the boyfriend’s dick pumping in and out of Leann Wilson’s tight pink pussy was enough to get Lily going. It had been a long while since she’d indulged her voyeuristic side.

Holding her breath, she tiptoed closer to peer inside the closet.

A woman was on her knees before a tall man dressed in a white dress shirt. His pants were down around his ankles, and his face was hidden by an open cupboard door. His hands were fisted on the edge of the counter where Jean Jacques had fucked her not long ago. Her pussy clenched.

The woman was going down on him like he was Christmas candy. Her long black curls bounced with each forward thrust. Her scarlet lips strained around his cock, and she made greedy slurping noises.

Raising her hand, the woman wrapped it around the base of his cock. Lily caught sight of a distinctive square-cut emerald ring. A devilish thrill ran through her. It would seem that Rachel Van de Kemp used her mouth for something other than motivational speeches.

Lily had to slap a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. She could only wonder what the Denver Junior League would say about their president if they could see her on her knees with a giant cock in her mouth.

The man released his grip on the counter and reached for the woman’s head. She released him, and he pulled her to her feet. Her giggle was high and girlish.

“You’re such a big man,” she crooned.

He didn’t say anything. Taking her by the arms, they turned until she was backed against the counter. Lifting her by the waist, he deposited her on the counter then shoved up her skirt. Lily caught a flash of pale brown curls at the juncture of her thighs.

It would appear Ms. Van de Kemp wasn’t a natural brunette after all.

Big Man withdrew a condom from his pocket, taking only seconds to cover his cock. Moving between her thighs, he entered her with little ceremony. Rachel didn’t seem to mind as she wrapped her legs around his slim waist. His hand fisted in her shirt and with a quick tear, the front gave way as if it were tissue paper.

Memories of Jean Jacques doing the exact same thing to her in the shower sent a quiver of heat to Lily’s cunt. Her thighs tightened. She would not love him. She would not—

Rachel’s long moan yanked Lily’s attention back to the couple. Her massive breasts were exposed—the deep brown nipples were ripe, ready to be plucked.

Fake.

“Oh my big, big man.” Rachel’s voice went high and shrill. “Punish me, teach me a lesson.”

Lily was torn between arousal and amusement. Big Man? Teach me a lesson? It sounded like the president had watched a few too many bad porno movies.

Big Man was thrusting with slow, controlled movements. The sight of his erect cock pushing in and out of Rachel’s untamed pussy was certainly arousing.

A tingle of awareness ignited in Lily’s cunt. Glancing around, she darted into the phone nook directly across from the closet. Using her clipboard to shield her, she plunged her hand under her skirt and into her wet pussy.

Now Rachel leaned back, her upper body rested on her elbows. Her moans were growing in volume, and the sounds were throaty. Lily began to stroke her clit and liquid arousal gushed over her fingers. Part of her was afraid they’d all be caught while another part, her wild side, was thrilled by this unexpected development.

The slap of flesh against flesh was unmistakable. Her fingers increased their pace while her gaze remained glued on the man’s ass. Tension spiraled higher and she longed for something to thrust into her pussy.

Big man’s movements were less smooth and more forceful. Thrust, flex, thrust, flex. She frowned. There was something very familiar about that butt. Thrust, flex, thrust.

He shoved his hand into his pocket and withdrew a cell phone. Laying it on the counter, it took a few seconds to realize what was going on. Her hand, still deep in her pussy, froze.

His hand came up and shoved the cupboard door closed. Lily’s breath sucked in harshly when she saw his face.

Jean Jacques.

His gaze caught hers, and she felt as if all the air had been sucked out of her body. The man who’d made love to her last night was now fucking another woman.

Rachel’s cries were louder and the sounds of their lovemaking were amplified by the phone in the cubby. Aghast, Lily stared at the offending instrument.

The bastard had called her to this place. He’d wanted her to see him fucking another woman.

Her gaze flew back to his face, and she ripped her hand from her panties. She recognized that look. He was going to come.

Rachel’s screams peaked and the sound bounced off the walls. Jean Jacques’s gaze remained locked with Lily’s. Arousal, fury and naked pain warred within her heart. If she’d thought he’d hurt her before, now he’d torn her completely apart.

Picking up the phone, she slammed it down on the hook. She’d be damned before she’d watch any him come inside another woman.

Stepping out into the hallway, she tilted her chin upward. Spinning on one heel, she stalked off down the hall, rage and betrayal threatened to choke her.

That bastard!
Thought he could make a fool of her did he? Well she’ll just see about that.

Seconds later, Jean Jacques withdrew his cock from Rachel’s hungry pussy. Even though Lily wasn’t around to see him, he gave his dick a few hard jerks. With a groan, he spilled himself into the condom not wanting to share even that small part with a woman he didn’t love.

Santos fed Jane a bite of sharp cheddar cheese. Her eyes closed as she savored the rich flavor that spread across her tongue. His cock stirred. Just watching her eat a simple piece of cheese made him want her all over again.

He’d lost count of how many times he and Antonio had taken her. The afternoon was a long, sensual blur of sex and release. Never had he met a woman with such a voracious appetite. He glanced over at his sleeping friend. Santos only wished he’d seen Jane first. She was the kind of woman he could almost see himself settling down with.

“Jane, tell me your fantasies.” Santos stroked the curve of her jaw with one finger. “What turns you on?”

Her emerald eyes opened, and she looked toward the rumpled bed.

“I think you’ve already figured out that part.”

“No. I want to know your deepest, darkest fantasies.” He poured her a glass of champagne. “So far we’ve been pretty tame.”

“Tame?” She laughed. “Who are you trying to kid?”

Picking up another cube of cheddar, she popped it into her mouth. Santos could barely tear his gaze from her plump lips.

“Antonio mentioned you enjoy bondage games.”

“Oh, yes. I do very much.”

“So, you would like us to tie you up.” He ran his finger down her throat. “And do what?”

“Well.” Her brow furrowed. A slow blush moved across her face. “You know, the usual.”

She intrigued him. Her appetites were enormous yet her sexual repertoire was somewhat limited.

“Do you want to take the submissive role?”

“Yes.”

Beneath his fingertip, her pulse increased. Her voice was slightly breathy.

“You will obey our commands?” He pulled his hand away from her.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, master.”

He liked the way she said it. Soft, needy. Even without touching her she was becoming aroused. Where had this woman been all his life?

“Do you want us to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want us to eat your pussy?”

Her gulp was audible. Instead of speaking she nodded.

“And you will suck our cocks.”

Her tongue slipped out to dampen her lips. Heat pooled in his cock.

“When you misbehave we will spank your beautiful ass.” He leaned back, easing the pressure on his groin. “I will turn you over my knee and paddle your rear until it is bright pink.”

Her breathing hitched.

“We will enjoy paddling you.” He paused, for a moment. “I will enjoy fucking you with a dildo…or two. I believe we have some plugs around here too.”

Her eyes bulged.

Santos smothered a smile. Rising, he walked to a tall secretary and opened the upper doors. A variety of sexual toys hung from hooks and were stacked on the shelves. He heard a sharp intake of breath behind him. Taking his time, he selected a pair of handcuffs and a variety of colorful scarves.

When he faced Jane, her big eyes were glued to what he held. He didn’t miss the tightening of her thighs.

“Go to the bed, Beauty.”

Jane scrambled out of her chair. Clutching her robe, she hustled over to stand beside the bed. As he moved closer, her knuckles turned white. Even through the thin silk her nipples created sharp little points.

This was going to be fun.