Venus rising boxset, p.18
Venus Rising Boxset, page 18
“Oh God!” she cried out, her head falling back against Mr. Flood's chest as she writhed against him. “Oh, please!”
Mr. Fire did a long, hard pull out and reverse, the friction dragging along her interior. Then when he bottomed out, he rubbed himself up and down against her, his cock bobbing inside her, circling, the pressure against her clit enormous.
She screamed her orgasm, the waves rocking her between the two men. Mr. Fire kept up his grinding for a few moments longer before going into overdrive, splitting her spasming pussy as he enjoyed the tight and rippling confines of her body. Through her own cries of ecstasy, she heard him moan, then felt him swell inside of her, the small spasms of his cock as he released sending her pussy into another shivering frenzy of rapture. Her pussy milked his cock, sucking his cum into her.
Mr. Fire was barely done cumming when he pulled out of her, still half hard. Jessica twitched in reaction, her body undulating as the motion made a small orgasm shudder through her.
“Wha—?!” she started to ask as Mr. Flood moved swiftly from behind her, letting her body drop back onto the bed. She felt hazy, her body still humming with the afterglow of her orgasm.
Then Mr. Flood was between her legs, lining himself up with her pussy. The head of his cock slid up and down her slit, lubricating the tip, and Jessica practically levitated off the bed at the sensation, her pleasure-soaked folds and swollen clit far too sensitive.
“Wait,” she cried out, putting up her hands to stop him. If just him rubbing himself on her was almost too intense to bear, she needed a minute to come down from her orgasm, to let her body unwind before he took his turn. Mr. Fire grabbed her hands and held them down, pinning her to the bed.
“Just hold still, sweetheart, this is going to be amazing,” Mr. Fire crooned.
Jessica couldn't answer him, too busy orgasming again as Mr. Flood shoved his swollen cock into her oversensitive hole. The sensation was intense. Although she'd had men keep thrusting through her orgasm, she'd never had someone push into her while she was still at the peak of her pleasure. It was overwhelming... an astonishing flare of rapture... a shove off a high cliff, and she was falling... falling... Mr. Flood pulled all the way out, rubbed her up and down, then impaled her again, over and over.
By the time he started a slow and steady fucking, Jessica was wrung out and sobbing from the concentrated bursts of ecstasy that had become almost painful and too much for her to bear. If she'd been coherent, she would have been begging him to stop, begging for a moment to recover and at the same time she was fervently glad that hadn't been possible. That was the longest drawn out multiple orgasm she'd ever had. Mr. Fire had been right, it had been absolutely amazing.
Now, surprisingly, the even pace of Mr. Flood's thrusts, his careful avoidance pressing against her clit was giving her the space she needed to become less painfully sensitive. After a few minutes of enjoying the gentle lovemaking, Jessica could feel her insides starting to clench again. She wanted it rougher—harder.
Justin couldn’t believe how hot Jessica was, her pussy was bearing down on him with as much force as if Chris hadn’t just had sex with her. Watching her all night, dancing with her, now having her in his bed… talk about a dream come true. He and Chris could take turns pleasuring her, all night. By the time she got home, she’d never forget them. Then, they’d start trying to talk to her at happy hours or at work again and maybe this time… maybe this time one of them would have a chance.
Jessica wound her fingers through Mr. Fire’s as he held her arms down on the bed—not that she needed it anymore. She didn’t want Mr. Flood to stop—not at all—but she did like being held down by one of them while the other one pounded in and out of her body. Despite the fact they were taking turns, it made her feel like they were both involved, and boy, did she like that. If she thought she had chemistry with each of them separately, together they were like a firestorm… or a flash flood. She almost giggled at the thought, but then Mr. Flood started to really move against her, angling his body, so he pressed against her clit again.
Pressing her feet down on the mattress, Jessica thrust up to meet Mr. Flood’s incoming cock. Her hands twisted and clutched at Mr. Fire’s, all the muscles in her body tensing as another orgasm built in her core. Their sexes rubbed together, and she could feel Mr. Flood growing bigger inside of her.
For a moment, she was disappointed, thinking she wasn’t going to get off, but she couldn’t blame him because he’d had to wait longer than Mr. Fire. The shiver of pleasure that ran through her spine when she felt him grow rock hard and begin to spurt was almost enough to get her there… but not quite.
Mr. Flood grasped her hips, his fingers curving under her ass to lift her, rubbing her splayed pussy against his body, working her up and down. The sheer power in his muscles, his dominating gaze on her face as he came inside of her, and Mr. Fire’s hands still holding her down to the bed while Mr. Flood manipulated her body was overpowering. The orgasm crashed through her, starting in her clit where the engorged bud pressed against Mr. Flood’s pubic bone, setting off the inside of her pussy as it rippled around the spurting cock inside of it, then up through her chest and out of her mouth as she cried out with ecstasy.
The assault of friction against her tender folds continued until Mr. Flood had softened inside of her, and Jessica was once more practically sobbing from the intense pleasure the men had given her.
“That was beautiful, Jessica,” Mr. Flood told her, passing a finger over her lips as he pulled out of her. Mr. Fire’s hands started running up and down her arms, making her body tingle and every nerve ending overstimulated, even on the non-sexual parts of her. There didn’t seem to be an inch of skin that didn’t feel sexual. “Thank you for coming back here with us.”
“Thank you for…” Jessica’s voice trailed off as she blushed hotly. The men were both still touching her, light touches over her skin, working their way toward her breasts from opposite directions. She laid passively, soaking in the sensations they were causing inside and outside of her. Her pussy felt swollen and satisfied, leaking the combined juices of all three of them.
Watching Jessica shudder with reaction on the bed between them, the two men looked at each other and locked eyes. Yeah, they were going to need to take turns with her at least one more time tonight.
Was there a Guinness World Record for how many times two men could make a girl orgasm in one night? If there was, they were determined to break it.
Chapter 14
Sunday morning Jessica woke up in bed with Mr. Fire, but not the bed she'd had amazing, relentless amounts of sex in the night before with him and Mr. Flood. After they'd each taken three turns with her, she literally thought she might cry if she had another orgasm, and they'd moved her to the other bed. She'd fallen asleep curled between them.
Looking around for Mr. Flood, she spotted a bottle of Gatorade and four pills on the nightstand. When she reached for them, she winced. Her legs had moved, and the throbbing ache between them told her just how much she'd strained her body last night.
There was a note tucked under the bottle of orange Gatorade.
Jessica,
I had to lead another hike this morning. I would have asked if you wanted to join, but you looked so peaceful, I didn't want to disturb you. Take the Ibuprofen, it will help with any after swelling or soreness from last night. Drink all the Gatorade, you need it. Don't let Fire talk you into sharing, he can get his own.
If you'd like to join me this afternoon, I was planning on going to the movie room to watch the Chuck Norris movie they're showing. It's terrible and hilarious. I hope to see you later today or this week during classes.
~Flood
Geez, even in his note he was demanding—at least, the first part of the note—but it was still very sweet. She didn't question that she needed the Ibuprofen or the Gatorade. Last night had proven Mr. Flood was definitely the more dominant of the two men. Mr. Fire was plenty dominant on his own, but once Mr. Flood had been added to the mix, he'd seemed to take overall control. Not that Mr. Fire was completely subordinate exactly... more like a boat Captain and his experienced first mate. And she was the boat. That made her giggle and wince when her sore stomach muscles moved.
She quickly downed the Ibuprofen and guzzled the Gatorade. The minute it hit her tongue, she realized how much her body had been craving something like it, and it immediately started to make her feel much better, not as weak and achy. In fact, it was hard to stop drinking it once she got started. She was touched, even though Mr. Flood had to leave early, he'd been so thoughtful.
Turning her head, she examined the quiet face of the man still in bed with her. Mr. Fire's mask was knocked slightly askew—not enough she could see his features, but enough it made her want to even more than usual. His dark hair was tousled, his expression peaceful and content. She wondered if she had looked like that to Mr. Flood. That made her hands go up to her own hair, smoothing her curls down as best she could. Leaning forward on the bed, her slim fingers gently reached for Mr. Fire's mask.
The tips of her fingers had barely touched his mask when his hand suddenly darted out and grabbed her wrist. Jessica shrieked in surprise. Mr. Fire opened his eyes and gave her a level look. She blushed, knowing she was guilty.
“I should punish you for that, but I won't. Not today at least.” His voice was rough with sleep.
“Sorry,” she said, although she felt more disappointed than repentant. “I had a sudden affliction of overwhelming curiosity.”
“Understandable,” he grinned roguishly. “You’re just lucky you didn’t try it with Flood. There’s no way he’d let it slide. I hope you’re properly grateful.”
“Very grateful, Sir, thank you very much,” she said, impishly but sincerely.
“Good.” Releasing her wrist, he yawned and stretched. Damn, he was hot. Mr. Fire glanced at the clock and groaned. “Ten thirty? Way too early.”
Jessica couldn't help but laugh.
“Lazy,” she teased.
“Absolutely,” he said, sitting up and running his hand through his ruffled hair. “Flood's the one you want for early mornings. I'm no good in the morning.” He glanced at the bottle she was holding in her hand. “Can I have some of that?”
“Mr. Flood says no,” Jessica said, grinning as she handed him the note. Mr. Fire snorted as he read it.
“Well, that's true enough. Although I could also get you more if you decided to share with me.”
“I'm not sure I should risk being punished by both of you,” she teased, holding the Gatorade bottle away from him. Mr. Fire let out a low growl, his arm snaked out, wrapping around her waist, and pulled her against him.
“Now, you're just asking for it.” He kissed her hard but without opening his mouth. Jessica was both disappointed and a little relieved. She was pretty sure she had morning breath, and the Gatorade hadn't washed it all away. “I should spank you.”
“But you won't,” she said, handing him the bottle.
“I won't, right now,” he grinned at her. “It's okay, I actually hate orange. Probably why he chose it.” Mr. Fire released her. Sad, that had felt rather nice. Although he was also obviously suffering from some morning wood and probably didn't want to push it with her. Which was a good thing because she was pretty sure she didn't have the energy. The Ibuprofen was helping already, but her pussy still felt bruised—in the best possible way.
“Finish your Gatorade. What would you like for breakfast?” he asked, getting out of bed. She remained sitting with the sheet covering her lap, although her full breasts were on display, and he eyed them appreciatively.
“You mean at the dining hall?”
“You're in an instructor's room now,” he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. “We can order in.”
“Oh.” Jessica thought for a moment. “Can I have scrambled eggs with cheese and hash browns?”
“Sure. Coffee?”
“Orange juice, please.”
Mr. Fire nodded and picked up the room's phone, putting in her order and ordering an Eggs Benedict and coffee with milk for himself. When he got off the phone, he was pleased to see she'd finished the bottle of Gatorade.
“Come on,” he said. “Let's take a shower while we're waiting for the food.”
Jessica spent the rest of the morning being pampered. Mr. Fire washed her in the shower, handling all her sorest parts gently and despite the very hard erection he was sporting, behaved like a perfect gentleman. After the shower, he bundled her into a soft robe—his own, she found out when he borrowed Mr. Flood's—and had her sit in bed to eat breakfast off a tray, sitting on the other side of the tray with his own food. They chatted, and he teased her, insisting on feeding her occasional bites of food, sometimes, making her reach for them with her mouth, so she almost fell on top of the tray, and other times, he popped the forkful into his own mouth rather than hers. It was silly and fun.
By the time he let her get dressed and leave when he had to go supervise the art room, Jessica felt like she'd had the best brunch date of her life. Mr. Fire tried to convince her to join him in the studio, but she wasn't feeling particularly creative. She wanted to go back to her room, change into some fresh clothes, then relax a little. Although she did tell him, she might join Mr. Flood in the movie room. It felt too weird not to let him know, and slightly weird to tell him, but he just smiled and said he hoped she had fun. Then he walked her to her room where he gave her a kiss, not on her lips but right next to them.
She had lunch with Charity, Nick, Paul, Vanessa, and Trina, most of the conversation revolving around the dance. Jessica was uncharacteristically quiet as she thought over her own experiences post-dance. By unspoken agreement, no one asked probing questions, although the rest of them were offering up plenty of information. Not knowing what to say and not wanting to cheapen the night's events by making it gossip, Jessica just didn't say anything. She was pretty sure Charity, at least, had seen her leave with Mr. Flood and Mr. Fire, but Charity didn't say anything either, for which Jessica was grateful.
Afterward, she ended up deciding to go to the movie showing, partly because she'd always enjoyed watching Walker: Texas Ranger and partly because she wanted to see Mr. Flood. It made a kind of cyclical sense... yesterday, she'd spent the morning with Mr. Flood and the afternoon with Mr. Fire, and today, she'd spent the morning with Mr. Fire, so she'd spend the afternoon with Mr. Flood.
When she walked into the room, she spotted him right away, sitting on one of the love seats, no one sitting next to him. Part of her felt a little shy and wanted to run away, but as soon as he looked up and saw her, he smiled and patted the seat next to him. The calm, self-assured conviction she was going to sit next to him was too sexy to deny.
“How are you feeling?” he asked as she sat down. “Do you need more Ibuprofen?”
Well, now that he mentioned it.
“I am starting to ache a little again,” she said. “If you have some, I'd appreciate it.”
Mr. Flood pulled out a small pillbox from one of the many pockets on his cargo shorts and took out two pills, handing them to her.
“Only two?” she teased.
“At your weight, four is fine for the first dose, but I'd prefer not to overdo it. Too many of these over a long period of time isn't very good for your liver,” he said, completely serious. Jessica wanted to roll her eyes, but his concern for her was really too sweet, even if it was a bit overbearing.
“How do you know my weight?”
“We get dossiers on all the students.” Mr. Flood grinned at her, the expression lightening up the seriousness on his face. He was much harder to tease than Mr. Fire. “So, no, I'm not just making some kind of insulting guess.”
Jessica stuck her tongue out at him, and his expression darkened... but not angrily, more like sexual tension.
“Don't make me take you over my knee after I've just given you pain killers.” His voice was mild, but the scorching look that accompanied it wasn't mild at all. Despite the soreness between her legs, Jessica felt a tingle of interest. She also remembered what Mr. Fire had said about Mr. Flood not being as easy-going, something she’d already observed. Picking up a bottle of water, he handed it to her, and she obediently opened it and swallowed the pills.
“So, I haven't seen this movie before,” she said, segueing away from the spanking threat—even if it did turn her on. There was a flicker of amusement in Mr. Flood's eyes, then it was gone. “What's it about?”
“There's a demon trying to bring itself into our world, and the only thing that can stop it is someone with King Arthur's blood.”
“So, Chuck Norris is a long-lost ancestor of King Arthur, which means he’s the only one who can stop the demon?”
A small smile played on Mr. Flood's lips. “No, he gets involved because a prostitute falls on his cop car.”
Jessica burst out laughing. “Seriously?”
“Chuck Norris movies are great like that.” He grinned at her, obviously pleased by her reaction.
The movie was just as absurd as described, yet a lot of fun to watch because Chuck Norris was great at kicking ass. Despite the fact Mr. Flood was a lot more serious-minded than Mr. Fire had been this morning, she thought his taste in movies said a lot about his sense of humor. They watched the movie with her cuddled up against him, his arm around her and her head on his shoulder. It felt almost unnaturally comfortable. This is not how she had seen herself spending her time here at the Venus School.
Mr. Flood wanted her to join him and Fire for dinner, but Jessica begged off. She had too much to think about. After a quick dinner with her friends in the dining hall, she practically ran back to her room to get some space. This weekend, today especially, had confused the hell out of her. Sure, she'd felt the chemistry with Mr. Flood and Mr. Fire all week, but this weekend, she felt like she was starting to get to know them a little better. The more she got to know them, the more that chemistry—okay, if she was honest with herself, the more her feelings—started to get wrapped up with them.
