Claimed by the Trillionaires (Menage for Mankind Book 5) (2 page)

She felt something building inside her.  It was an ache that grew worse and worse.  He felt so good, but she needed something to happen.  And then it did.  She let out a short scream as her pleasure was upon her.  She'd not been told there would be such intense pleasure involved, but somehow, she'd known.  Amber was right.  There was no reason for a woman not to do this.

Trystan felt her clench tightly around him and let loose.  His thrusts sped up as he moved inside her, driving toward his own climax.  When he reached it, he grunted loudly, arching his neck.  He held her hips in his hands as he continued to thrust until he'd emptied everything into her waiting pussy.

He pulled out, completely out of breath, walked to the kitchen area, and using a napkin to clean the juices off his cock.  He turned to her, smiling as he saw her still slumped forward on the table, skirt hiked up above her waist.  She looked well used and more beautiful than he'd even imagined.  He couldn't help but wonder how she'd look after the other three had taken their turns. 

He didn't tell her to dress, but he did pick up his own clothes and put them on.  The other three men sat on the couch as if they couldn't believe what had just happened.  They simply stared at their horny little bride.

Chapter Three

Sarah couldn't believe how good she felt.  Trystan had given her exactly what she needed.  Her pussy felt slightly sore, but her whole body felt relaxed and good.  It took her a few minutes to realize her skirt was still around her waist, leaving her ass and pussy bare for her husbands.  She wondered what would happen if she gave it a little wiggle.  She knew she had their full attention.

Jaron couldn't believe his eyes.  Their sweet little virgin bride was a nymphomaniac.  He didn't want to wait for his turn, but he didn't think she should be taken twice before they even left the auction venue.  He knew it was his turn next, and if he waited until they were at the hotel, the other two would as well.  She needed to be treated like the delicate rose she was.

And then he saw her ass wiggle.  She gave a little thrust of it toward them, like she wanted more.  Jaron didn't have to be asked twice.  He was on his feet and his clothes were being thrown in every direction in three seconds flat.  His shirt and shoes were off. His pants hit the floor.  And he stepped up behind her, between her still spread legs.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't stand any longer," he whispered into her ear as he bent low over her, his cock already in position.

She was still out of breath, but she managed to whisper, "Please do."

He was laughing as he buried his cock inside her.  He didn't wait once he was inside like Trystan had.  Obviously their bride wanted it hard and fast, and he was just the man to give it to her.  He gripped her hips in his hands and thrusted. 

Sarah let out a low moan.  "Oh, God, that feels so good!  I
like
this!"  For the first time in her life, her body felt alive, and she loved it!

Jaron wanted to see her.  He hated that her back was to him.  He pulled out and helped her turn around to sit on the edge of the table.  He unfastened her dress, pushing it down so it bunched around her waist.  His hands went to her full, heavy breasts, his thumbs teasing her tight pink nipples.  "I had to see you."

Sarah looked at him with wide eyes.  He stood naked between her thighs, his cock already dripping with her juices.  His eyes were big and blue, and she felt lost in them.  She was staring into his eyes still as he took the last step to her. 

"Now." 

It was only one word, but Sarah felt it all the way to her pussy. She spread her legs a little further apart, inviting him silently to come back inside her.  "Now," she whispered back. 

He gripped her hips, pulling her to the very edge of the table, his cock resting against her pussy lips.  "Tell me you want my cock," he demanded.

"I want your cock."

"Tell me you want me to fuck you."  He needed to know she wasn't just doing this for her brother.  She had to want it as much as he did.

"More than anything in the world."

He was staring into her eyes as he plunged back inside her.  He smiled as her eyes opened wider, but she didn't close them.  She licked her lips.  He took that as an invitation, and leaned down to kiss her, his tongue mimicking the motions of his cock as he thrust in and out of her.

She moaned against his mouth, her hands clinging to his shoulders.  She wanted to thrust with him, but felt like she was too precariously seated at the edge of the table.  Every time he withdrew, she felt as if she was losing a piece of herself.  Every thrust made her feel whole. 

The tightening began again.  This time she knew where it was going, and she welcomed it.  When she climaxed, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders.

As soon as Jaron felt her grip tighten, he raised his head, watching her face as she climaxed.  Her head was thrown back, and she looked as if she was caught between pleasure and pain. 

Her climax spurred his, and he emptied his seed inside her.  He stayed for a moment, cradled in her before pulling out.  He made sure she was steady on the table before walking to the sink and cleaning himself.

Sarah leaned back on her hands, not believing what she'd just done.  She'd been worried they'd all want to take her at once, and by her own choice, she'd taken two of them while the others watched.  What was she thinking?

Brice looked at Sara sitting on the edge of the table, wondering if she was up for another round.  She'd seemed thrilled to fuck his two friends, but was she willing to take a third?  Right there on a table? 

Sarah looked at the two men who she hadn't been inside her yet, wondering what was going to happen next.  If she jumped down from the table and pulled her dress back up, would they calmly do what they'd originally planned and wait until they reached the hotel?

Brice was looking at her as if he was getting ready to pounce.  She sighed.  She was getting sore from the table, but did she have the right to tell him he had to wait?  "I'm not sure I can taken anyone else on this table," she said softly, her voice full of apology.

Brice didn't have to be told anything twice.  "Move," he said to Houston, who was the only man on the couch with him.  Trystan had taken a chair to a few feet from the table to watch Jaron fuck her.

Houston got up and moved away, pulling a chair a few feet from the couch to watch.

Brice stood and threw his shirt off, his pants coming down around his knees.  He didn't bother taking them all the way off.  Why would he?

He crooked a finger at Sarah, and she slid off the table, surprised her feet supported her when she landed.  He patted his lap, and she walked over to him. 

Sarah sat on his lap, both of her legs off to one side of his, and she leaned over to kiss him.  Obviously she was about to take his cock inside her, and she wasn't going to complain.  As long as she wasn't on the hard table again, she was happy. 

While they kissed, Brice moved her until she was straddling him, and then she understood.  She would sit on him while he thrust inside her.  She could do that!

Brice adjusted himself so he was leaning back a bit, and grasped her hips, bringing her pussy down onto his cock.  With one tug, he was seated deep inside her, and he groaned.  "You feel good."

Sarah smiled.  "You do too.  I really like this!"

Brice grinned.  "We're glad. We're all going to want to do this often."

"Me too!" She knew it was probably a sin to like fucking all of them, and even more of a sin to admit it, but at that moment, she just didn't care.

Brice started moving within her, watching her face.  She obviously liked everything.  Her face was flushed with pleasure, and she grasped his shoulders, sitting up straight to feel most of him in her. 

She liked this way best, she decided.  She could feel more cock this way than the other ways she'd been taken.  Of course, she her knees were getting a bit sore.

She finished much faster that time, climaxing twice before Brice finished.  When he finally sprayed inside her, she sighed contentedly, snuggling into him.

Houston watched as she collapsed atop Brice.  He'd thought to wait until after they got to the hotel, but she'd fucked all the others, and by God, it was his turn!

He gripped her under her arms and half-dragged half-picked her up, right off of Brice's cock and set her on her feet on the floor.

Sarah looked up at Houston, surprised that he'd been so aggressive.  What did he want her to do?

"Get on your hands and knees on the floor," he told her.

Sarah nodded, thankful that the carpet looked plush and thick.  She sank to her hands and knees, spreading her legs a little, immediately understanding how he wanted her.

Houston smiled down at her, thankful he'd already climaxed once.  He'd last longer this way.  Their bride seemed to be all about the fucking, and he was happy to give it to her.

He stroked his cock a few times, making sure it was as hard as he could get it, before dropping to his knees behind her. Instead of immediately shoving inside her, he moved his hand to her pussy, already stretched out and wet from his friends. 

He thrust three fingers inside her and fucked her with them, listening to her moan.  "Do you like my fingers?"

"Yes!"  As far as Sarah could tell, she liked anything inside her pussy.  All she could think was more!  She wanted more!

He kept going for a moment, until she clenched around his fingers, and then pulled out, immediately replacing his fingers with his cock.  He thrust wildly inside her.  He groaned as she closed around him like a glove.  How could he have lived his entire life without feeling that surrounding him?

He gripped her shoulders and held her still as he thrust into her over and over.  She climaxed twice more, and he spilled his seed into her after the second time.  As he pulled out and sat on his bottom on the floor, he stared at her ass, which was still in the air, liquid seeping out of her pussy.  He patted her butt and sighed contentedly.  "Let's get to the hotel, so we can all do that again."

Sarah felt sore, but satisfied.  Had she really just taken all four of her new husbands before even leaving the building where the auction had taken place.  She looked at each of the men, all dressed except for Houston.  They were all looking at her as if they wanted to do it another dozen times that night.  Her mind was willing, but she wasn't sure her body could handle it.

Chapter Four

Trystan looked down at Sarah for a moment, certain she was past being able to walk.  He glanced at Jaron.  "Help me with her?"

Between the two of them, they got her to her feet, and Trystan gently pulled her dress up over her shoulders, fastening it for her while Jaron supported her.  Once she was covered, he scooped her up into his arms and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, nodding at the door.  "Someone get that for me?"

Brice hurried ahead of them, opening the door. 

The walk to the car was a long one, but it was sitting just where they'd left it.  The driver's eyes were wide as he looked at Sarah.  Trystan glanced down over at her large bottom and the back of her dress was wet.  It was obvious she'd already been well-used.  No matter.  If anyone thought they'd paid over eight trillion dollars for a bride they'd never fuck, they were crazy anyway.

Brice slid into the car first, and then Jaron and Houston.  Trystan placed Sarah next to Houston before climbing in beside her. 

Trystan smiled at the sated expression on Sarah's face.  She'd enjoyed every second of their time together, which meant they were all in for a treat.  A woman who truly enjoyed sex, who was married to four men?  What could be better?

As soon as the car was in the air, Trystan pushed the button that put up the privacy screen in the limo.  He didn't want the driver seeing what he planned to do next—or hearing it for that matter. 

As soon as the screen was in place, he put his hand on Sarah's thigh, parting her legs.  He removed his handkerchief from his pocket and wet it with a bottle of water from the fridge.  Carefully he cleaned Sarah's pussy and upper thighs of their juices, while she squealed at the cold. 

"Stop!  That's too cold!"

He laughed softly.  "With as hot as your pussy is, I'm surprised the handkerchief hasn't caught fire."

Sarah blushed.  "I'm sorry.  I just
well, I feel a lot there."

Jaron, who was sitting directly across from Sarah leaned forward with his forearms on his knees and grinned.  "You mean you're horny all the time?"

Sarah nodded slowly.  "I know it's a sin, but it feels so good!  Every time I've ever been close to a man I'm not related to, the juices start to flow."

Trystan raised an eyebrow at that.  She was more sexual than he'd realized.  They were going to have to keep her filled with cock as much as possible.  Maybe they'd need to each take a day off during the week to spend with her.  He'd consider it.

"So right now, if I were to do this—" His hand went between her thighs and caught hold of her clit, rubbing it gently with his thumb.

Sarah let out a low moan.  "Oh that feels so good!"

Trystan could feel the fluid flowing from her pussy.  He grinned.  "She's wet again."  He felt his cock swelling in reaction, but decided to have a little fun with her first.  He slid two fingers inside her and slowly began to thrust them in and out.  "Does that feel good, sweetheart?"

Sarah rested her head on the back of the seat and moaned softly.  "So good!"

He caught Houston's eye and nodded to the bodice of her dress, hoping the other man would get the hint. 

Houston looked puzzled for a moment, but then light dawned on his face.  He unfastened Sarah's dress and leaned down, catching a nipple between his lips.  His other hand went to her other nipple, and he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, toying with it.

Sarah began to thrust her hips along with Trystan's fingers, obviously trying to find her climax.  Brice and Jaron watched with wide eyes.  None of them had expected her to be quite so sexual in nature.  Why, she was even hornier than they were!

Trystan leaned over and pressed his lips to hers, his tongue dancing into her mouth to mate with hers.

Sarah couldn't believe two of them were touching her at once, and it was even better than one at a time.  She felt so good.  Just as she knew she was about to find her pleasure, Trystan removed his fingers from her pussy, and stroked her belly.

Sarah's eyes widened.  He wanted to fuck her.  She didn't mind.  As long as he brought her to pleasure, he could do anything he wanted with her at that moment.  She reached for his pants, and patted his cock through them. 

Trystan broke off the kiss.  "Give her a minute, Houston.  Let her calm down."

Houston looked at him in surprise.  "She can be patient for the thirty minutes it will take to get to the hotel in Minneapolis."

Sarah moaned, thrusting her hips into the air.  "I need you to..." She didn't know what to call it.  Did she say make love?  One of them had used the term fuck.  Did they prefer that?

Trystan grinned, kissing her cheek.  "You're not getting a cock, princess."

"But...I'm so close."  They wouldn't leave her in this state, would they?

"I know you are."  Trystan squeezed her thigh, and laughed when she squirmed under his hand.

"You'll use your fingers then?" she begged.

Trystan shook his head.  "No fingers.  You're going to wait 'til we get to the hotel."

Sarah pouted.  Well, if they wouldn't help her, she'd do it herself.  She knew it was a sin, but so was having four men in one night.  She couldn't go to hell more than once. 

She reached down and slipped her own hand between her thighs, sliding two fingers inside.  She moved them in and out, just as Trystan had, letting out a low moan.

Trystan caught her hand, placing it on his thigh.  "No.  No climax."

Sarah wanted to scream.  "So why did you get me all hot then?  If you weren't going to take care of me?"  What was wrong with him?

He chuckled.  "It's not that long to wait.  You'll make it!"

Jaron smiled.  "I'll sing you a love song.  That'll calm you down a bit."  He filled the car with his smooth, sexy voice.  "Sometimes late at night.  I lie awake and watch her sleeping.  She's lost in peaceful dreams, so I turn out the light, and lay there in the dark."

Sarah stilled and listened to the words.  Jaron could sing!  She couldn't help but wonder what he did for a living that he was so good.  Slowly, as she listened, her body calmed down.  By the time he ended the song, her breathing was back to normal and her heartbeat and slowed.  "What song was that?"

"
If Tomorrow Never Comes
by Garth Brooks.  He was one of the greatest singers of the later part of the twentieth century.  I want to be him when I grow up."  Jaron grinned at her, pleased to see that she had been able to calm down.  "Did you like it?"

Sarah nodded.  "I loved it!  The only songs I know are hymns that we sang in church."  She shrugged. "I guess I have a lot to learn."  She wouldn't even look at Trystan.  She was furious with him, but she didn't want him to know.  A good wife was never angry with her husband, was she?  Would it be wrong for her to move across the car to sit between Jaron and Brice?  They hadn't participated in teasing her and making her crazy.

She decided she didn't care if it was wrong or not.  She moved across the car between the other two men, not meeting Trystan's eyes across the car.  "Do you sing for a living?" she asked Jaron.

Jaron let out a laugh.  "You really were isolated in that little religious community, weren't you?"

She nodded, not quite understanding.

Brice filled her in.  "He's one of the most popular singers in the world.  Everything he sings makes his producer trillions."

"I can see why," she said.  "I've never heard a voice like yours."

Jaron rested his hand on her knee, reading the look Trystan gave him correctly. 

Trystan watched Sarah's face carefully, as she slid closer to the singer.  She rested her head on his shoulder as he slid his hand up her thigh, stroking her. 

Sarah moaned softly.  Jaron was going to take care of her.  She was thrilled to know that at least one of her husbands wasn't out to just tease her.

Brice leaned down and caught one of her nipples between his lips.  Her dress was still bunched around her waist, leaving her large breasts bare.

Sarah put a hand behind Brice's head, holding him to her.  He suckled hard, and it felt so good.

Jaron slid his hand further up her thigh, his finger sliding into her dampness and moving in and out.  She moaned.  She was already so turned on from Trystan toying with her a few minutes before that she was ready to go off like a rocket. 

She thrust her hips in time with his fingers sliding in and out of her, loving how good he made her feel.  "That's it," she panted.  "That feels so good!"  She'd rather have a cock inside her, but the fingers would work.

Jaron leaned down and put his teeth to her neck, biting gently.  Sarah squealed, her belly clenching in preparation for her climax.

Suddenly the fingers were gone, and Brice was sitting up again.  Sarah felt bereft.  She sat panting for a moment, wondering what they were playing at.  "Does no one want me?" she asked, almost sobbing.  She needed to climax.  Why were they toying with her?

The car came to a stop in front of the hotel.  Brice helped her pull her dress up and put it to rights.  When the driver opened the door, he stared at her, obviously interested in what they'd all been doing with the privacy screen up.

Brice was the first to get out of the car, followed by Trystan and Houston.  Sarah slid to the door across the long seat and put her feet on the ground. 

Trystan moved toward her, scooping her up and over his shoulder again.  "I'd rather walk, thank you."

"Not an option," he growled, carrying her toward the hotel.  There was no way he was going to risk another man touching him.

As they walked through the building, she felt every eye on her.  It was late, well after midnight, but there were still enough people milling about that she felt uncomfortable. 

Brice rushed ahead and got onto the elevator, holding the door for all of them.  "Top floor," he told it.  "Password Sarah."

Sarah was surprised her name was the password, but as the doors shut, she squirmed.  "Put me down," she hissed.  "I don't know what kind of games you're all playing, but I don't like them!"

Trystan set her on her feet and cupped her face in his hands, looking deep into her eyes.  "We're playing, 'keep our bride turned on until we get to a bed.'"

Sarah bit her lip.  "But you could have brought me to pleasure, and I'd still have wanted you when we got here!"

Trystan raised an eyebrow.  "Really?  You really want it that badly?"

Sarah blushed but nodded.  "Really."

They reached the top floor of the hotel, and she saw a beautiful suite.  Trystan grabbed her arm, dragging her down the hall toward a door.  "My turn first." "Wait!" Sarah called.

Trystan stopped, looking at her curiously.  "I thought you wanted more."

"I want all of you."  She blushed as she said the words, but really?  Why would she get up and go from room to room when they could all just lay on the bed together, taking her at will.

Trystan grinned and nodded.  "Come on!" he yelled out behind him.

He took her into the room that none of the men would sleep in that night.  He didn't think any of them would want to sleep on the mess they'd make of the bed, because he knew they'd all take advantage of her sexual nature.