Chapter Six
Jemma
Things I don’t understand: why I am going along with this. And why I’m so turned on by three men when it’s obvious society would not welcome my kinks if it ever got out.
And that’s just scratching the surface. I don’t want to look deeper at the moment. I give a nervous laugh, knowing they are not privy to my inner ramblings.
“I can’t imagine the pressure you three are feeling,” I say only half-jokingly. “I mean, you’ve kidnapped me. Showed me top secret materials. How are you going to blackmail me into silence? Sex?”
My words must shock them because for a full five seconds no one speaks.
Warren pops his belt, leans over and hauls me into his arms.
“Professor,” I start and quickly correct myself when he gives me a look.
“If blackmail is what you want, let’s give it to her, men.”
A few paces down a softly lit hallway and a door bangs against something. Three steps and I’m on a bed pinned under the weight of two very large men while the third stands in front of me unbuttoning his shirt.
“Strip her.”
Warren holds my gaze the whole time Erik and Daemon pull me up and free me of every last strip of clothing.
“We took it easy on you at the party, Queen Frost. I bet you’re already wet too, aren’t you? Nothing cold about our little nerd.” He palms a thigh and brings my foot to rest on the bed, which is larger than I thought possible for a private jet this size. I’m spread wide open with Erik at my back, Daemon stripping beside me and Warren on his knees in front of me.
Hot liquid slides down my thighs.
I whimper. Fuck, how did he do that?
Erik’s hands slide down my tummy and when he spread my folds, I actually watch as I drip cum on his fingers.
“Wet and ready to take us,” Erik hisses. He reaches behind me, pushes me forward into Warren’s arms. I’m spread wide, bent over and thoroughly excited for what comes next.
Daemon takes Erik’s place, every glorious inch of his body naked. I twist around to watch as he palms my ass cheeks, exposing every vulnerable inch of me.
“Professor,” I start but my words, whatever they were going to be, evaporate when he drags the head of his swollen cock through my juices. Fisting the length, he nudges against my clit, working it, stroking me, forcing me to fly a little higher with each teasingly slow pass.
In front of me, Warren’s lips crush into mine and suddenly I realize this isn’t going to be a slow and tender claiming. They feel the same rawness from the last time. And just like then, right now we all need dirty and fast.
I lose myself in Warren’s taste, tumbling into the warmth of his arms, his tongue on mine. His hands grip my hair in a tight hold. Not painful, but he’s letting me know who it is kissing me.
I gasp loudly, crying out into Warren’s mouth when Daemon guides his cock to my entrance and sinks in until his balls slap against my body.
So so good.
Another mouth moves over my body, taking one nipple and then the other.
I hold onto Warren unable to focus on one source of pleasure. They’ve all melted together, my body going from zero to sixty instantly.
Warren gestures to the bed. “On the bed, ass in the air” is all I hear before I’m lifted and put into position.
“Reach around and spread the cheeks.”
I do.
A wicked tongue drags over my clit, swirls around my pussy and then caresses over where only they have ever touched me. “Oh, God!” Uncertainty flashes through me even though I desperately want to experience everything they want to do with my body. My legs betray me and I begin to tremble beneath their hands and mouths.
“Easy, baby,” Erik soothes, moving in to kiss me. He comes to kneel in front of me. “Let Daemon have his fill or he’ll be a pouting baby all day.” Erik drags his fingers lightly down the length of my spine and back up. Inch by inch I slowly relax.