Venus rising boxset, p.113
Venus Rising Boxset, page 113
Talk about ambushed. “Oh, uh...” He should ask how much, right? Yet somehow, that seemed rude. Also, if she could afford this hotel room, there was no way he could afford whatever apartment she’d been living in. “I don’t know what my budget is yet—”
“No worries,” she practically sang out, waving her hand at him as if such concerns were completely incidental. “We can make the rent fit your budget. Really, you’d be doing me a favor since I can trust you’ll be responsible and take care of the place. So, a discount for that. Also, there’s plenty of room for your mom there too if she needs a place to stay for a bit. I want to help her out, but of course, food for two is more than food for one, so I’ll take off a little more if she stays with you. And add in the friends and family discount. We’ll make it work. Okay?”
“O-kay?” It came out more as a question, but she seemed to take it as a hard and fast answer because the next thing he knew, she was shaking his hand like they’d just agreed to a deal.
“Perfect! We’ll chat more tomorrow. I’m sure we can get you both moved in and settled by the time Chris, Justin, and Jess come back from their honeymoon. Now, you two go have fun.” She let go of Steve’s hand, made a shooing motion, then darted off into the crowd of people before he could truly process what the hell had just happened.
“Aw, look at you, you’ve just been Sharon-ed,” Freddy said, clapping his hands with delight.
“What just happened?” Steve asked, dazed.
“Sharon likes to play fairy godmother. Trust me, just roll with it,” Freddy advised, steering him toward the kitchen. “If you try to fight her, she gets sneaky. She’s ridiculously loaded, but none of us ever asks her for money, in fact, we all try to scrupulously avoid it, so she gets her kicks by paying for stuff.”
“I’m not sure I should accept...”
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” Freddy said, patting his shoulder in an absent-minded manner as he looked over the drink and food selection. “I look forward to watching you try to tell her, no thank you.”
Well, that wasn’t encouraging. Steve sighed and followed Freddy’s example, grabbing a beer. Despite feeling a bit like the odd man out, he was warmly welcomed by everyone he’d met. It occurred to him, after about half an hour, it seemed like Justin and Chris’ friends were passing him around. If they had to end a conversation, they pulled someone else over to talk to him. If he was talking to someone outside their main circle, and the conversation ended, someone would appear within a minute to start a new one.
Huh.
He felt a little weird about it, but it was also really nice. Like he was being taken care of.
The crowd was starting to thin out, and his own eyes were getting heavy when he found himself talking to Olivia and Luke. Of course, the conversation veered around to Stronghold. She hadn’t been there the night he had, but apparently, she’d heard about it.
“What did you think?” she asked.
Steve had had just enough beer to answer completely honestly. “It made me… want. Yeah, that’s the right word. It made me want.”
She smiled slowly at him. “There’s a new submissives class starting at Marquis in a few weeks. Would you like to sign up?”
“I’m gay.” For some reason, he felt like he should tell her that. Or maybe he just wanted to. It was becoming easier every time he said it out loud. “I’ve never had sex with a man.” And the few times he’d tried with women had been embarrassing enough to keep him from trying again any time recently.
“Alright.” She tilted her head at him and repeated her question. “Would you like to sign up?”
“Yes.” He nodded, a feeling of excitement and fear rushing through him. What did he have to lose? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And maybe, just maybe, like his brother, he’d gain something from it. “Yes, please, I would.”
“Good boy.”
It didn’t matter that Olivia was a woman, and he wasn’t at all attracted to her, the praise sent a happy thrill through him. This past week had been terrifying, distressing at times, and now, he’d been set free. He couldn’t wait to see what happened next.
Chapter 17
Jessica
“Holy shit…” Jessica’s jaw dropped when they got into the suite.
When they’d arrived, Myra had taken their bags and assured them she’d make sure everything they needed would be in the suite when they got to it. What she’d failed to mention—what everyone had failed to mention—was it was gargantuan.
Whirling around to face her husbands—oh man, did she like calling them that in her head—she saw they were just as slack-jawed and shocked as she was. They all looked at each other, expressions becoming rueful.
“Sharon,” they chorused.
“We should have known,” Justin said. He looked around the room in awe. “Although even if we had, I don’t think I would have expected a hot tub in the middle of the living room.”
“We’re going to have to write her a hell of thank you note,” Chris said, loosening his tie as he strode forward to explore. They exclaimed over the massive bed and tiled shower, sighing with relief at the snacks and champagne that had been left out for them in case they were hungry.
“Can you unhook me?” she asked, struggling to reach the zipper on the back of the gown—there was a little clasp above it that needed to be unhooked before she’d be able to get it off even after she got it unzipped. Jessica had had enough of her dress.
To her surprise, fingers wrapped around her wrists, pulling her hands away from the zipper, holding them securely at the small of her back.
“Absolutely not.” Justin’s voice purred in her ear, his body pressing into hers from behind. “Literally, every fantasy I have about our wedding night begins with fucking you in your wedding dress.”
“Mine too,” Chris chimed in, moving around to her front, trapping her between them, grinning down at her. He looked over her shoulder and tossed Justin the tie he’d just taken off. “Here.”
Oh, her dirty, dirty men. Jessica shivered as the tie was looped around her wrists, securing her hands behind her and leaving her helpless—just the way she liked it.
While Justin tied her wrists, Chris stepped forward, his hands landing on her hips, so he could pull her forward into a passionate kiss. She moaned against his lips, his tongue delving into her mouth while Justin’s hands began to pull up the skirt of her dress.
The A-line skirt had layers beneath it, but not so many he couldn’t find his way to her legs. His hands moved up quickly to her thighs, then higher, fingers skating across sensitive skin until he reached her underwear.
Chris’ hold on her tightened when she began squirming against Justin’s fingers, which stroked her through the wet fabric of her panties, teasing her. She’d been tired, but now, her body was flaring to life, waking her right back up as need began coursing through her. When Justin’s fingers actually slipped under the fabric to touch the swollen lips of her sex directly, she whined against Chris’ kiss.
He pulled away, leaving her leaning against him and panting for breath.
“I think our wife wants us to fuck her,” Chris said, his hand coming up and sliding down the front of her dress to fondle a breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra because the strapless dress had one built in, so he quickly found her nipple, pinching it hard enough to make her whimper. Lust shot through her, and she would have squeezed her thighs together, but Justin was in the way.
Teeth scraped the curve of her ass, making her jump and squeak.
“You know what they say, Chris, happy wife, happy life,” Justin replied, his voice only slightly muffled. She felt the fabric of her panties pulled to the side so he could slide his tongue between the folds of her pussy. She leaned against Chris, counting on him to hold her up while she gasped with pleasure.
Justin
He didn’t know why, but being underneath the voluminous skirts of Jessica’s wedding dress, surrounded by all that white fabric while he licked her pussy, made him feel like he was doing something extremely dirty. His cock was hard as a rock and had been since they’d entered the honeymoon suite, even though he’d gotten a bit distracted by how amazing the suite was.
Now, he was back on task with exactly what he’d wanted to do with his new wife—debauch her while she was wearing her wedding dress.
“Justin,” Chris said, interrupting his ministrations. “Let’s get her over to the bed so she can suck my cock while you’re licking her sweet pussy.”
Jessica moaned again. She loved it when they dirty talked to each other about what they were doing to her.
One last swipe of his tongue up her center, ending at the crinkled star of her anus, and Justin pulled away. “Sounds good to me.”
It only took them a minute to get themselves positioned. Chris sat on the edge of the bed, his pants open so Jessica could bend over and take him in her mouth. His fingers slid into her hair, scattering several bobby pins that fell from the mass, while his other hand moved to her chest, dipping into her dress to play with her breasts.
For a few long moments, Justin just enjoyed the sight they made. Jessica in her dress, bent over at the waist with her lips bobbing up and down the thick length of Chris’ cock, her cheeks flushed with arousal... she was so fucking sexy he almost wanted to just slide into her from behind right then.
But he wasn’t done licking her yet.
Jessica
For a moment, when her skirts lifted back up again, Jessica thought Justin was going to thrust into her from behind, but instead, she felt his hot breath on her pussy again, his tongue returning to work on her sensitive flesh. She moaned around Chris’ cock, sucking him even more eagerly as her body quivered with need.
She loved being trapped between them like this.
Loved the feel of Chris’ shaft gliding over her tongue and into her throat, the thick, meaty flavor of his cock, the masculine scent that seduced her senses as she sucked him. Loved Justin’s tongue, working its way between her folds, teasing and suckling while her knees quivered. He lapped at her pussy, circling her clit, moving up to tease the rim of her ass, then back down again.
Chris’ fingers tugged at her hair and plucked her nipple, the combination of sensations washing through her. She moaned as he shoved more of his cock down her throat, fucking her mouth with greater fervor as their passion rose.
With her hands bound behind her back, she was caught between them, unable to do anything as Chris thrust harder into her mouth. That very helplessness made her hotter and hotter as he used her for his pleasure. Her own orgasm was coming, hard and fast, making her body tingle as her head went dizzy with the hot ecstasy and the slight lack of oxygen.
Just as Justin sucked her clit into his mouth, Chris lifted her head up and pulled her slightly forward, so her upper body was bolstered by his legs. Her legs shook ominously as her climax crested, rapture running through her. Her cries of erotic bliss filled the air as Justin suckled her clit, sending ecstasy pulsing through her.
The orgasm had barely finished when Chris shifted, pulling her forward even more as he got out of her way, and Justin let her go.
Chris
Placing Jessica’s upper body on the bed, Chris got into position behind her, flipping her skirt up to uncover her lower half. For some reason, both of them almost fully clothed made the entire scenario even sexier, something straight out of his dirtiest fantasies.
One hand on her hip, the other gripping her bound wrists like reins, he drove into her sopping wet pussy hard and fast. She was soaked from her orgasm, still ultra-sensitive from the ecstasy Justin had driven her to, and she cried out as he buried himself inside of her.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Justin freeing his own erection, fisting his cock, jerking off while he watched Chris fuck their bride. The exhibitionist display, knowing it would be his turn to watch Justin fuck her, made him grit his teeth against coming too soon.
Her pussy was slick with cream, hot and quivering around him, her muscles squeezing him spasmodically, still working through her orgasm. Jessica moaned and panted as he rode her from behind, enjoying watching his cock pump into her pussy, the little star of her anus winking at him between her pale cheeks.
Letting go of her hip, he pushed his thumb into his mouth, wetting it with saliva, then pressed the wet digit to the dark rosebud. She cried out as his thumb sank into her tight hole. It wouldn’t be the same as putting her between him and Justin, of course, but there was something hot about being the one to fill both her holes.
Besides, he had a feeling when it was Justin’s turn, she’d be grateful for the prep.
Using her bound wrists to control her, he pulled on them, pulling her back onto his cock every time he thrust forward, using her for his pleasure and sending her higher. She sobbed out his name, her pussy tightening around him.
After managing to control himself for so long, feeling her spasm as she came was enough to set him off. Growling under his breath, he slammed into her hard and fast, his balls tightening with the need to come. With one almost brutal thrust, he buried himself completely, and his cock pulsed with ecstasy.
Groaning, he emptied himself into her, panting with the exertion. He held himself inside of her for a long moment, savoring the feel of her pussy clenching around his cock before it began to soften. Then he pulled away, so he could watch Justin take his turn.
Jessica
Two orgasms in a row, so close together, made her entire body weak. Thank goodness the bed was there to hold her up; she would have collapsed if she’d been on her own.
“Oh, please,” she begged when she felt Justin’s cock rub against her pussy. “It’s too much... just a minute...”
Her swollen flesh felt so sensitive, she didn’t think she could handle him fucking her yet... but part of her wanted him to, anyway. Sometimes, he and Chris ignored her pleas and forced more pleasure on her, and she loved it. She knew all she had to do was safe word, and they would stop, but begging, they were happy to ignore when it suited them.
It seemed like this was going to be one of those times.
Justin’s cock shoved in, hard and fast, rubbing against her sensitized nerves, and Jessica cried out as her body reacted.
Then as quickly as he’d entered her, he was gone. Only for a moment, then she felt him press against her ass. She groaned as the tight ring of her sphincter gave way for his cock. The burn was painful pleasure. She didn’t know whether or not to be relieved he wasn’t intent on fucking her pussy.
She moaned as he sank into her, shuddering as she felt her muscles stretch for him.
While there was always something perversely dirty about anal sex—part of why she liked it so much—she felt even more wicked than usual with a cock sliding into her ass while she was still wearing her wedding dress, another man’s cum dripping down her thighs as Justin began to thrust. It was decadently filthy, especially when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye.
Her husbands were taking turns fucking her and watching the other fuck her.
If she could have clawed at the bed, she would have. She needed an outlet for the utterly overwhelming sensations pulsing through her. Instead, she was pressed between Justin’s cock and the bed, unable to do anything but writhe as he fucked her ass, her bound hands tugging uselessly at the tie around her wrists. She clenched hard around him, but that only increased the friction of his thrusts, making her burn as her need wound higher.
His balls slapped against her pussy, making the sensitive flesh tingle, his hands gripping her hips so tightly, she wasn’t even able to squirm back against him. Then his hand began to move, sliding to her front, and Jessica began to beg.
“Please, no, I can’t… I can’t, not again!” Even as she said the words, she knew it was useless. Justin wanted her to come for him, on their wedding night, with his cock in her ass… and deep down, she wanted it too, and he knew it.
So, all she could do was sob with pleasure as his fingers unerringly found her clit and worked it in tight circles, expertly drawing another orgasm from her overwrought body. She screamed with helpless abandon, his cock feeling like it was swelling against her tight, clenching muscles; wet heat pulsed inside of her as he came with her.
Justin
Cuddled between him and Chris, Jessica was practically falling asleep in the shower. They held her up, washing her off and doing their best to shampoo and condition her hair—the amount of hairspray in it was a little scary.
“I don’t think we’re going to make it to the hot tub tonight,” Chris commented, a little amused as Jessica leaned against Justin’s shoulder. Her eyes were closed even though they’d already rinsed the shampoo from her hair—she was half-asleep, not trying to keep the shampoo out of her eyes. Chris was doing his best to work through the tangles with conditioner while Justin held her in place.
“Maybe tomorrow morning,” Justin said fondly, reaching down to pat Jessica’s ass. “We didn’t even get to give her a celebratory wedding spanking.”
Her eyes popped open, and she beamed up at him with delight. “You’re my husband.” She tilted her head back to look at Chris. “And you’re my husband.”
“Yes, wife,” Chris teased, making her laugh.
“And we love you,” Justin tacked on.
Sighing happily, she nestled back against him. “I love you two, too.”
Their lives wouldn’t always be easy, it wouldn’t always be smooth sailing, but after everything they’d already been through, everything they’d overcome just to be together, to have this night, Justin knew they could get through anything, as long as they had each other.
Afterword
What? No epilogue?
That’s what one of my beta readers asked me. I rarely write books without epilogues, but when I do, it’s because the series is ending.
