Venus rising boxset, p.22
Venus Rising Boxset, page 22
His words disappointed her, but as two fingers thrust up inside of her, she couldn't stifle her anxious sensual moans, her body wriggling between them. Mr. Fire pressed against her front, pressing his hand further into her eager pussy. Her clit throbbed against the palm of his hand. Fingers plucked at her nipples, sending pleasurable sensations sweeping over her. Being with two men was ridiculously intoxicating, robbing her of all her self-control as they overwhelmed her senses with expert hands and mouths.
“We're going to get you ready for us,” Mr. Fire said as Mr. Flood bit into the sensitive skin of her neck. Jessica shuddered between them, crying out. Mr. Flood's hand was removed from her chin as Mr. Fire bent his lips down to hers. Behind her, Mr. Flood shifted, and she felt fingers sliding between her ass cheeks, heading toward her eager hole, still lubricated from her Anal Play class earlier, enough he was able to force a finger into her anus. She cried out into Mr. Fire's mouth as they fingered her, front and back, their digits making promises their bodies would eventually keep.
A second finger pushed into her ass, and she couldn't believe how full she felt... how wonderfully stimulated. Could she take their cocks in both holes at the same time? This already felt like too much. She writhed between them, their bodies and arms holding her up when her knees went weak. Jessica cried out as they made her orgasm, their fingers questing inside of her, pleasuring her, driving her wild with erotic thoughts and sensations. Her body quivered between them like a harp string, plucked and singing with elation.
As she came down from the heady sensation, she was that neither of them had cum yet, and Mr. Fire's mouth was suckling on her breast. Oh fuck... She tried to let her head fall back against Mr. Flood's shoulder again, but he was moving behind her, and her head lolled on her neck. Suddenly, he tucked himself back underneath her, lifting her head. The fingers in her ass slid out, and she shivered at the loss. Then something harder, thicker, and more insistent nudged against her back door. Arching her back to help with his entry, Jessica moaned as her asshole was split open by Mr. Flood's cock, the entry made even tighter because she was standing.
“Oh! Oooh, please...” She shuddered as his cock began to force its way into her, the opening of her tunnel almost too intense to bear as Mr. Fire sucked and nipped at her nipples. Putting his arms around her, Mr. Flood tucked one under her breasts, lifting them up to Mr. Fire's mouth, and the other around her waist, holding her securely in place as he began a slow, sensual thrusting in and out of her backdoor. It wasn't until Mr. Fire's fingers fluttered in her pussy, she realized he still had fingers in there, and both of her holes clenched down around the invaders. Mr. Flood moaned behind her as her ass spasmed around his cock, the tightness of her hole, gripping him with all its strength.
“Lift your arms up and put them around my neck.”
Jessica obeyed him immediately, opening up her breasts to them. To her disappointment, Mr. Fire began kissing down her stomach, below where Mr. Flood's arm was holding her upright. Then the delicious sensation of his tongue against her hips made her forget that disappointment. Mr. Flood's hand under her breast reached up to replace Mr. Fire's mouth on her nipple.
“We're going to kneel together,” Mr. Flood said, nibbling on her ear. Jessica gasped, the jolt of pleasure going straight to her pussy. “Can you kneel down without letting me fall out of your ass?”
“Yessss...” Jessica said, her voice coming out in a hiss as Mr. Fire's tongue flicked over her clit. The word was both an answer to Mr. Flood and encouragement for Mr. Fire. Slowly, their legs folded, Mr. Fire's hands guiding them down. The jostling of Mr. Flood's cock in Jessica's ass created all sorts of interesting sensations deep inside of her, and her pussy got even wetter for them. Once they were on their knees, Mr. Flood pulled her back against him, his knees planted firmly between hers, keeping her thighs spread wide.
The position gave him plenty of leverage to thrust up into her ass and at the same time, spread her pussy open for Mr. Fire's eager mouth. The fingers in her pussy twisted as Mr. Fire licked at her shaved mound, teasing her clit. Jessica pulled on her arms around Mr. Flood's neck; his hands were running up and down her body now that he didn't have to hold her up. She undulated against him, her body rocking on top of his cock, her tight asshole clenching as she squirmed on top of him. Inside of her, Mr. Fire's fingers curved upward, hitting her G-spot, and Jessica's body jerked between them. She was so responsive to the sensual combination of the two men, the rising tide of pleasure inside of her was far faster than she thought it would be.
“Don't cum yet.” Mr. Flood's voice was an insistent murmur in her ear. “Breathe deeply, hold it off.”
Jessica wanted to yell at him, but her BDSM classes had made her obedience to him almost automatic. She trembled on top of him, her muscles straining as she tried to slow her breaths, her body coiling and coiling and coiling...
“Now, cum for us, now,” Mr. Flood ordered, his cock thrusting upward into her ass, so the slight burn and pain radiated outwards, mixing with the pleasure as Mr. Fire's mouth sucked hard on her clit. She came screaming, ecstasy washing over her, bursting out of her from so many pleasure points, it felt like her entire body had turned into one large sexual organ. Cum spurted into her ass, setting her off on another round of orgasms as Mr. Flood's cock swelled inside of her, fluid gushing into her. She moved her hips hard between his cock in her back hole and Mr. Fire's mouth and fingers on her pussy, completely lost in her pleasure.
It wasn't until she was moaning, feeling like she might pass out and her orgasms began to subside, she realized Mr. Flood's hands were holding her arms in place, keeping them securely behind her head, so her body was kept open and vulnerable for Mr. Fire. There was a light in his eyes, feverish and hungry as he stared at her open body, his hand jerking on his cock. He'd been masturbating the entire time he'd been eating her pussy. Jessica whimpered and opened her mouth, her arms twitching... she wanted to touch him, to feel him.
Mr. Flood's cock twitched inside of her ass, where it was slowly shrinking.
“Stay open for him, sweetheart, we want to see him cum all over your beautiful breasts.”
That was something which had never turned her on before, but now, Jessica wanted it. She wanted to see Mr. Fire cum, see it spurting out of him and onto her, covering her with his satisfaction. Arching her body upward, she offered her breasts like a gift, and he groaned as the first jets of his seed spurted onto her. Jessica was fascinated by the grimace on his face, this power her body had over him. The sticky cum was warm on her breasts, pooling around her curves as he jetted several long ropes onto her body. When he was done, he sighed, looking down at her, softness in his eyes. Fluid trickled down her stomach, the tickling sensation making her shiver.
“That was beautiful,” Mr. Flood murmured, kissing the back of her head. His fingers stroked down her thighs and up her body, soothing her.
“Beautiful,” Mr. Fire echoed, his eyes lingering on his cum covering her breasts and stomach. Leaning down, he kissed her, lingeringly and passionately, their tongues rubbing against each other in a sensuous dance. Mr. Flood's fingers rubbed cum into her stomach as he kissed down her neck. Even now, they were moving in tandem.
When Mr. Flood's cock fell from her ass, she let out a small cry of loss Mr. Fire drank in with his lips. Mr. Flood passed her over to Mr. Fire, giving him a turn to hold her as Mr. Flood went to get a damp cloth to wash her with. Mr. Fire nuzzled and cuddled her, letting her sink into his arms and relax. There was a definite advantage to having two lovers—one able to indulge her desire to snuggle while the other got the tools to care for her.
Mr. Flood was gentle with the warm cloth, rubbing it over her breasts and stomach with a quick swipe between her legs. She smiled sleepily. This had been the most satisfying day of classes yet.
“Thank you,” she said with feeling before leaving them. They both laughed and took turns, kissing her thoroughly. Their kisses were slightly different from each other—now that she could compare them, one after the other—but both set off sparks and butterflies in her stomach.
Jessica wasn't sure she'd know how to handle one such man—how was a girl supposed to keep up with two?
Chapter 19
Jessica lay on her back after dinner, thinking about her day. She was so fucked—in a fantastic way and a really crappy way. Her body felt drained, satiated, fulfilled. She’d actually wanted Mr. Fire to cum on her breasts. How strange. It should have felt degrading. Instead, she’d felt incredibly sexy—Mr. Flood hold her body open for Mr. Fire, being between the two of them, watching Mr. Fire’s cock twitch and spurt as he covered her with his spunk.
At the same time, she’d felt so emotionally satisfied. These two gorgeous guys, who didn’t seem too much older than her, who were thrilling and fantastic in bed, also had softer sides she’d been privy to see this past weekend. How was she ever going to find a guy who matched up to them? Either of them? On the other hand, she didn’t fool herself into thinking she could keep up with either of them. They were so much more experienced than her, more sexy, more confident, and so dominant—exactly what she’d been looking for with her ex. In real life, they’d probably never give her a second glance; she’d only come to their attention because she was here to learn.
Maybe they just liked teaching. She knew she was a quick learner. Still, sometimes, she felt like maybe, just maybe, there was a little something there. No, she shouldn’t do that to herself. That kind of happy ending only happened in fairy tales.
A knock on her door interrupted her maudlin thoughts.
“Nick!” she said, surprised by her visitor. The faint hope maybe Mr. Flood or Mr. Fire was coming for an after-hours visit died quickly, and she buried it deep. “What are you doing here?”
He grinned at her. “I was hoping maybe you wouldn’t turn down a study buddy for the evening. Vanessa’s great, but I don’t know. It’s starting to feel weird being with just one girl for study sessions like I’m cheating on Fiona or something. Even though I’m not technically with her.”
Jessica laughed as she let him in the room. “Maybe not with her yet, but I think being surrounded by all these women who are constantly wanting sex with you and you still thinking about her, shows a level of commitment she’d be an idiot to say no to.”
Nick ran his hands through his brown curls as he made himself comfortable, lying down on her bed. He curled his arm out, an obvious invitation to cuddle, and Jessica took him up on it. Cuddling sounded great right about now. Unfortunately cuddling with him didn’t really turn her on. His fingers traced patterns on her arm, she rubbed his chest, and they talked about their real lives. She patiently listened to him wax eloquent about Fiona’s charms, Fiona’s sweetness, and Fiona’s life. In fact, she’d probably learned more about Fiona than she had about Nick, and she’d never even met the girl.
“So…” Finally, Jessica brought up the elephant in the room. “Should we be studying?”
To her relief, Nick grimaced. “This is going to sound kind of awful, and it’s not that you’re not a very attractive woman, and if it wasn’t for Fiona, then—”
“It’s okay,” Jessica said, cutting him off as she laughed. “I think we’re more friends material, anyway.” Nick’s body relaxed, making Jessica giggle again. “What, did you think you were going to have to bang for roof?”
“What?” The surprised laugh he gave showed he’d never heard the term before.
“Bang for roof. I got it off How I Met Your Mother. It means having sex with someone, so you have somewhere to stay.”
Nick laughed again. “I figured out what it meant, I just hadn’t heard it before. And yes, I guess I was a little worried about that. Vanessa didn’t take it so well when I stopped being interested in, um, studying.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Jessica said, sincerely. “I don’t mind if you just want to have platonic sleepovers.”
“Can I ask why? I mean, not that I’m insulted, I’m just wondering. You haven’t mentioned having anyone back home, and I haven’t seen you studying with anyone else here.”
Jessica bit her lip, but Nick had already proven to be a pretty good friend in the short time she’d known him. She felt comfortable with him, so she told him everything about Mr. Flood and Mr. Fire, even finally admitting she was starting to think she might have real feelings for them.
“I think the weekend really screwed with my head. Getting to know them as real people… I have a lot in common with both of them. And it’s not like I have anyone else at home I really click with, and I have no interest in getting back with my ex. I guess I’m afraid I’m going to go home and be hung up on these two guys, and I can’t have either of them. It kind of sucks. A lot.”
Her friend was quiet for a moment, stroking her brown curls and thinking. Jessica rested against him, feeling a lot less stressed now that she’d vented to someone and got all it off her chest. Venting to Nick was somehow easier than Charity, maybe because it was his first year too, and he was a guy, so he could give a male perspective.
“I guess,” he finally said slowly. “I guess all you can do is go home and start looking. At least now, you know what you like and what to look for. Maybe you’ll get home and find out it was just a location thing, that it was easier for you to have your classes with men you felt like you had feelings for. There’s got to be other guys out there who like art or camping.”
She giggled. “True. I guess I just have to put myself out there. It was just so nice and easy to meet them here and immediately fall into things, you know?”
“I know,” he said, then his voice turned teasing. “But sometimes, life isn’t easy, and little brats are just going to have to deal with that.”
“Brat?” she said in mock outrage, then began tickling him. That led to a tickling war, which left them both breathless and a little turned on. But Nick’s emotions were for Fiona, and Jessica’s were all for Mr. Flood and Mr. Fire.
As she drifted to sleep that night, she wondered if he was right, and she just felt this way because she felt better having intense sex with them if she had feelings for them. It was possible. That made her feel a little better because it meant maybe when she got home, she wouldn’t feel as bereft and lonely without them as she thought she might.
Thursday wasn’t nearly as intense a schedule as Wednesday had been. Breakfast was a little awkward with Vanessa sitting as far away from Nick as she could and wasn’t nearly as bubbly as she had been yesterday morning. It was a little sad, and Nick looked guilty. Jessica gave his arm a supportive squeeze. He couldn’t help being a great guy or that he was in love with a girl back home. Vanessa couldn’t help it if she wanted more than he could give.
Unfortunately, Jessica knew exactly how that felt.
Yoga first thing in the morning had been a good idea. It was calming, relaxing, and she could feel all her muscles unwinding. Second Period Anal Play was more satisfying than yesterday in some ways. Mr. Jade was her instructor and apparently, had a discussion with Mr. Fire and Mr. Flood. Jessica was excited to have early confirmation they would be her instructors for Ménage again today, but it also felt rather strange to know the three of them had discussed Mr. Jade having anal sex with her.
Although he roused her body and the anal sex was hot, her orgasm satisfying, but it just didn’t have the same emotional level of satisfaction she got whenever she was with Mr. Fire or Mr. Flood. Was that just because she’d spent more time with both of them as her instructors, as Nick had suggested? Still, she didn’t have a problem being with the other instructors—in fact, she found Mr. Winter downright sexy—there was just something about being with Flood or Fire—or Flood and Fire—that was just better than being with anyone else.
Two more afternoons with them, two more classes. Jessica was depressed by the time she got to her third-period study hall. Fortunately, Nick was there too. The two of them sat in a corner and watched, pretending to take notes on the other students’ techniques while they really just talked. This time, he didn’t seem to want to talk about Fiona, and she definitely didn’t want to talk about Fire and Flood, so she just listened to funny stories about him growing up and told a few of her own.
Then it was time for Ménage class.
When Jessica walked into the classroom and saw Mr. Flood and Mr. Fire standing there, she tried to gauge her reaction. It was like a punch to the gut that left her breathless and wet. Could she mentally fake this kind of visceral reaction? If it was just her trying to make it okay for her to be so intimate with them, why hadn’t she focused on just Mr. Fire from the very beginning? He’d been the one to come find her in the bathroom. Or why hadn’t she focused on Mr. Flood when he’d been the one to take her anal virginity? That was something which should have bound the two of them together.
Why both of them? And why this gut, instinctive reaction? If only she could pack them into her suitcase, life would be perfect.
They moved in sync, coming toward her, leaving her mouth dry and her legs trembling with anticipation. Her ass was feeling well-used after her Anal Play class, but that didn’t matter. If they wanted to sandwich her between them, she’d take it. Hell, she was willing to beg for it if she thought it would get her what she wanted.
“Hello, Jessica,” Mr. Flood said as Mr. Fire gave her a welcoming grin when they reached her. “We're very happy to see you again. Before we get started today, we'd like to talk about yesterday and how you felt, just to get a handle on whether or not this class is really for you.”
How she felt? Dear God, why did they have to want to talk about that? Then Jessica realized he probably meant physically, not the turmoil of her emotions. Physical feelings she could handle. The two men guided her over to a mattress and sat down with her, one on either side. Every nerve in her body felt like it was on high alert, being this close to them and yet not touching them.
