Her Three Protectors [The Hot Millionaires #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (17 page)

“You’ll see. Now, keep absolutely still.”

Adam used a spatula to carefully spread chocolate sauce all over the peaks of her breasts, rather as though he was frosting a cake. When he was satisfied with his handiwork, he finished off with generous dollops of cream.

“Christ!” she heard Beck say.

“I’m starving.”

Adam dropped his head to her tits and used his teeth as well as his lips to scoop up every last scrap of the confection. Porcha, her hands out of play, made do with lifting her body closer to his mouth, desperate for him to consume more of her breasts. She spread her legs wide, hoping to entice him lower, but he remained crouched on one side of her, diligently working on her aching tits.

“That’s made me thirsty.”

He reached for a bottle of chilled wine and poured a little in her belly button. She giggled as the cold liquid ran off her body. Adam’s tongue was there before it could reach the sheet, lapping at her as much as at the wine, tickling as it rasped against her skin. She could no longer see what he was doing but felt more chocolate and cream being drizzled over her body as Adam slowly licked his way toward her cunt. God, if he didn’t get there soon she’d die!

As though sensing her urgency, his weight left the bed altogether. An outraged groan escaped her lips, and she wondered if he’d punish her for it. Before she had time to decide, he rejoined her and straddled her body, his heavy balls dangling close to her chin.

“Your turn to eat.”

He guided an erect cock covered with confection close to her lips. Porcha lapped delicately at its tip, teasing him in the same way that he had her. Unlike her, Adam seemed to be able to stand the torture. She should have known that would be the case. All three of them had ten times more discipline than she ever would. It must be a military thing.

Chocolate melted and dripped from his prick all over her chest.

“You need to take it all in if you don’t wanna finish up too sticky,” Adam told her, a smile in his voice.

Yeah, she kind of got that bit and sucked him deep into the back of her throat. She’d barely done so before he pulled himself free and abruptly left her again.
What now?
She wasn’t left in ignorance for long. His hands rubbed chocolate and cream into her pubis and then deep inside her.

“Oh!”

“Feels good, right?”

“Right.”

Adam’s blond head hovered above hers as he took his weight on his arms. “You have no idea how erotic you look all covered in chocolate and cream.”

“We have,” Beck said, panting.

“I’m tempted to lick it off, but I might just fuck it in a bit deeper first. Would you like that, Porcha?”

“Yes, God yes!”

“Then ask me nicely.”

“Please, Adam. I need to be fucked.”

“But Troy just fucked you.” Adam quirked a taunting brow. “Are you saying he didn’t do a good enough job?”

“He was masterful, but I want you as well.”

“She
is
greedy, isn’t she,” he said, presumably to Troy and Beck.

“Needs a good spanking, if you ask me,” Beck responded.

“No one did.” Adam dangled his prick tantalizingly close to her pussy. “Sure you want this, sugar?”

“No, I’ve changed my mind.”

Troy and Beck roared with laughter.

“Better do it anyway,” Troy suggested. “Before all that chocolate melts.”

Adam growled and drove himself into her. Porcha cried out with pleasure as he sank all the way home and the cream squelched out of her with a loud sucking sound. She lifted her legs and wrapped them round him without being told to. She needed him as deep as she could get him. Their bodies adhered together with sticky chocolate as they moved in unison, pleasure spangling as Adam’s lips covered hers in a kiss made sweet with a combination of passion and cocoa.

“That’s it, baby,” he said, breaking the kiss. “Move with me. Take it all. Let me get good and deep.”

“Adam, I need to come. Say it’s okay.”

“It’s okay. Come for me, darlin’. Let it go. Let me hear you scream.”

Porcha didn’t need telling twice. Sensation reverberated through her like thunder as Adam drove himself into her, stirring her passion until there was nowhere for it to go and it was released in a spine-tingling orgasm. She bellowed his name to the rafters as she clamped his cock tight inside her vagina, milking it until she was slick with sweat and every nerve ending in her body sang its pleasure.

“Jesus, Porcha, what are you doing to me?”

She was still in the throes of her orgasm when Adam lost control and spurted deep inside her. A second orgasm hit her before the first had faded. She closed her eyes as it consumed her and simply hung on for the ride.

Adam and Porcha lay side by side, slick, sticky, and totally spent. She felt the bed dip as Troy and Beck joined her.

“Any of that cream left?” Troy asked.

“Plenty.”

“Then let’s have some fun.”

Adam rubbed chocolate and cream into one breast, Beck dealt with the other, and Troy did the same with her midriff, working his way toward her cunt.

“Much as I’d like to make her wait,” Troy said, “I think this cream’s gonna melt.”

“Right.”

“Her ass is mine,” Beck said, moving into position.

“I’ll take the front door,” Troy said.

“Guess I know where I am then,” Adam said, winking at Porcha as he moved into position.

Porcha climaxed three times before any of them came. She simply didn’t care if she was way out of control. Surely that was the point of having three hunks fucking her at the same time? She took everything on offer, always wanting more. They were all slick with confection, moving about all over the slippery sheet, the only restriction to their movements being Porcha’s restrained arms.

“Fuck it!” Beck screamed. “I gotta let go.”

Porcha pushed back as she felt him spurting into her, only to discover that Troy was doing the same thing in her pussy. She moved her hips between them, giving them as much help as she could, whilst gripped by yet another orgasm of her own. How many times could one woman come in the course of an evening?

“Drink it, babe. It’s for you.”

She sucked on Adam’s shaft as he shot into her mouth, feeling him pulsating for what seemed like ages. His cum tasted of chocolate, cream, and what she guessed must be her own juices. The combination trickled down her throat, sweeter than vintage wine.

“Wow!”

Beck and Troy collapsed on either side of her. Adam lay longways across the top of her head, massaging her crown with gentle sweeps of his large hands.

It was a while before any of them had the strength to move. When they eventually did, someone released her hands, someone else kissed her with deep appreciation, and the third went to run the bath.

They took turns in soaping her clean, even washing the confectionary out of her hair. She wasn’t surprised when the bath turned into another round of fucking. Beck took her first from behind whilst she leant on Troy’s knee for support. Adam took his place the moment Beck slipped out of her. Then it was Troy’s turn again. He sat on the steps to the bath with her on his lap, forbidding her to move a muscle whilst he thrust into her from below.

When they were finally all spent, Troy wrapped her in a fluffy towel that swamped her and carried her naked down the stairs, the other two following behind. When they reached her room, Adam pulled the covers back while Troy divested her of the towel and laid her down. Then he climbed in with her. Her body jerked when she realized he planned to spend the night with her. She wondered if one of the others would, too—the bed was easily big enough for three of them—but Adam and Beck merely bent to kiss her goodnight and left the room. Neither of them questioned Troy’s arbitrary decision to remain with her. She figured that tomorrow night she’d have a different bedfellow since they appeared to be able to share without any signs of jealousy.

“Go to sleep,” Troy said, pulling her into his arms and resting her head on his chest. “You must be exhausted.”

She opened her eyes very wide. “You want to sleep?”

“We’ll have some fun when we wake up, if you ask me nicely, but right now you need to get some rest.” He dropped a light kiss on her lips. “Busy day tomorrow.”

“I don’t want to think about tomorrow.” She smiled up at him. “Tell me about you. Adam says you’re from Argentina.”

“I was born there, but it’s a while since I’ve been back.”

“Why?”

“There’s nothing there for me now. Not that there ever really was.”

“What, no family?”

“No. I never knew my father, and my mother died when I was twelve. I was the youngest, and my older brothers and sisters all have their own families now.”

“And you don’t keep in touch?”

“My oldest brother’s in prison and likely to stay there for the rest of his life.”

“What did he do?”

“Got involved with a vicious gang. Thought he could do as he liked ’cause the rules didn’t apply to him. The usual. My sisters are both married to losers and both have a bunch of kids who’ll just grow up to repeat the pattern.”

“Sounds like you do keep in touch. You seem to know all about them.”

“I hear from them occasionally. Usually when they want something.” Porcha could hear the contempt in his voice. “No, make that only when they want something, which is usually a handout.”

“So you decided to break the mould and go your own way.”

Troy shrugged. “Pretty much. I suppose I can’t blame them for turning out the way they have. It takes courage to be different. The kids grow up quick in the area I came from…Well, they do if they wanna survive, and my siblings were busy doing just that—blending in and not making waves—so they didn’t have a lot of time for me. I didn’t like what I saw them getting into, so I got a job doing all the dirty labor for a polo team because I liked horses, had a way with them, and came cheap.”

“I can just imagine you on horseback. You’d be worth looking at.”

Troy dropped a kiss on her forehead. “You like horses?”

“Yes, I used to ride a million years ago, back in England.”

“Well, my team came to the States for a series of matches when I was fifteen. I decided that I liked it here. There were more opportunities for a guy prepared to get his hands dirty, so I stayed.”

Porcha smiled. “Just like that?”

He tweaked her nose. “Just like that. It’s not so hard if you’re not too particular who you do business with. I eventually managed to get fake papers—you don’t want to know how—and finished up in the military.” He expelled a long breath. “That’s about all there is to know about me, baby. My life’s an open book apart from that.”

She snorted. “Hardly. I think you have a lot of secrets inside that head of yours, but I also think that’s precisely where they’ll stay, no matter what I say.”

“Wouldn’t be much good at what I do if I couldn’t keep a secret.” He pulled her more tightly against his chest. “Now go to sleep, darling. Like I said, we have a lot to do tomorrow.”

“Good night, Troy,” she said sleepily.

“Night, babe.”

“I can’t sleep if you’re looking at me.”

“How do you know I’m looking? You’ve got your eyes closed.”

“Aren’t you?”

“Just admiring the view. Now stop stalling and get some rest.”

In spite of her protestations, she fell asleep almost immediately, totally exhausted. That was hardly surprising, given the things they’d had her do that night. Her breathing was light and even, barely disturbing the hairs on Troy’s chest. He watched her, feelings of fierce protectiveness assailing him from all sides. She was astonishing. The way she’d embraced their games with such wholehearted enthusiasm had gotten to him, and there was no way in the world he’d let her go when this was all over. He had a feeling the others felt the same way. He’d talk to them about it, once her business was settled, and work something out.

His mind drifted to their schedule for the following day. If things went to plan and Woollard showed up, they’d capture him, find out what the hell was going on, who was after Porcha, and why. He went over and over the details, meticulous and single-minded as always, and couldn’t think of anything they’d overlooked. So why was he feeling so edgy about the whole damned escapade? Was there something he’d overlooked? He sure as hell didn’t think so, but there were so many imponderables about this whole damned business that he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease.

Troy eventually dozed, his dreams interspersed with images of Porcha chained to his strappado as he fucked her beautiful ass. But Woollard’s face kept intruding, taunting him. He was yelling that Troy would never keep Porcha, she was his.
What the fuck?

“Troy!”

A hand shook his shoulder and he reacted instinctively, grabbing that hand and rolling over the body that it belonged to. Only when he felt Porcha’s soft curves gelling with the hard planes of his own body did he realize what he’d done. He wasn’t supporting his weight and immediately rolled off her before he flattened her.