Claimed by the Trillionaires (Menage for Mankind Book 5) (3 page)

Chapter Five

Trystan let go of her hand beside the huge bed.  There was room for all five of them without a problem.  "Strip," he ordered and grinned as she immediately complied.  She threw her dress to the floor, and moved to the bed, sitting down and moving her hand between her thighs.  It was the first time he saw her fully naked, and he was surprised at just how beautiful she looked. 

Sarah stroked herself as she waited for the men to divest themselves of their clothing.  They were all naked in seconds, and Trystan pushed her back onto the bed and crawled toward her.  "Men last longer the second time," he whispered in her ear, and she sighed. 

"Sounds wonderful!" she said honestly.  She was ready to be filled again.

Trystan knelt between her thighs, lifting her hips and aligning her with his cock.  "Do you want it?"

Sarah moaned. "Fuck me, Trystan!"  She covered her mouth with her hand as she heard the words escape, but none of them seemed offended.  Maybe she could say whatever came to her mind here without fear of censure.

Trystan shoved his cock inside her while Brice and Jaron settled on either side of her.  Their hands were on her nipples and neck, stroking her.  Each of them had their lips on her. 

Sarah couldn't believe two were touching her while the third was inside her.  Oh, she did like being married!

Houston stood beside the bed, not sure where his place was.  He pulled his cock out and began stroking himself again.  He didn't know how the others could stand it.

Sarah looked over at Houston, fascinated as she watched him stroking himself.  She wanted to touch him that way.

Trystan wanted to shout at Sarah to watch only him.  "Don't look at him," he growled.  "I'm the one fucking you.  Pay attention to me!"

Sarah's eyes met Trystan's, and she was startled at the anger in his eyes.  "I'm sorry," she whispered.  His thrusts were making her crazy.  She moaned as she started moving along with him.  The other men were keeping her at a fever pitch as Trystan moved wildly inside her.

It didn't take her long to break, she arched her back and let out a scream of pleasure.  She was surprised when Trystan didn't immediately follow her into climax but instead kept thrusting.

Within moments her libido was awakened again.  How long would he last? 

Trystan watched Sarah intently as he fucked her through her climax and just kept going.  He knew she was surprised that he was still moving so deliberately inside her, but she certainly didn't complain.  When he felt her tightening a second time, he let loose, his body pumping his seed deep inside her.

He rolled off her and walked into the adjoining bathroom, bringing back a washcloth that he tossed to Jaron, who was already kneeling between her thighs, and then he got into the shower. 

Jaron caught the washcloth, and quickly washed Sarah, careful not to be too rough with her abused pussy.  He tossed the washcloth to the floor and lifted her hips.  "More?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.

Sarah nodded, unable to speak.  Always more.

While Jaron was plunging inside her, Houston knelt beside her on the bed.  He turned her head to him, and rubbed the head of his cock against her lips.  "Would you suck it?" he asked softly, sounding like a pleading little boy to Sarah.

She opened her mouth obediently, taking as much inside as she could.  She was startled when he began moving his cock in and out of her mouth in the same way that Jaron was moving in and out of her pussy.  Did men like to fuck mouths too?

She found it hard to concentrate on sucking the cock in her mouth, because she loved the feel of being fucked so much.  When she climaxed her mouth fell open, and Houston's penis fell out.  He didn't seem to care.  He simply took it in his fist and pumped himself to completion, catching his seed in the washcloth he'd picked up from the floor.

Jaron watched Houston in disbelief.  He'd just wasted it somewhere other than their wife.  Was he insane? 

He kept pumping inside Sarah, finally feeling as if he was about to blow.  He groaned loudly, realizing she was aroused again, but he couldn't finish her.  He thrust three more times, and spilled inside her. 

Sarah groaned in frustration.  She obviously wasn't done.

Houston had gotten another washcloth and he tossed it to Brice even before Jaron pulled out of her.  Jaron kissed her softly, and moved to the side, and Brice cleaned her up, inside her less than a minute after Jaron pulled out.

Brice smiled at her wide eyed pleasure when he began thrusting.  "We'll take care of that little ache, baby."

Sarah sighed happily.  "Feels good," she mumbled.  She didn't even recognize the raspy voice she heard as her own.  What were the men turning her into?  She was becoming a moaning, groaning sex toy, and she liked it!

Trystan was back and he lay beside her, his hand on her breast, not arousing, just cupping it contentedly.  Brice ignored everything but driving Sarah to completion.  Their wife wasn't going to go to bed wanting on his watch. 

After she climaxed, he grinned down at her.  "Feel better?"

She nodded, her eyes tired. 

"One more?"

"Too tired," she mumbled.

Brice took that as permission to finish quickly, and he thrust into her a few last times before he let himself go, spraying into her.  He got up and went into the bathroom to clean up.

When he walked back into the room, the other men were all getting up, while Sarah still lay sprawled on the bed, her legs wide. 

Trystan gathered her up from the bed.  "I'm sleeping with her.  We'll talk in the morning."  His eyes were serious, and it was obvious to the others that he was worried about something.

Trystan moved through the suite to the room he'd share with her, and laid her gently on the bed.  He climbed between the sheets beside her, gathering her to him.  Kissing her forehead softly, he whispered, "Sleep, my dear."

Sarah needed to hear nothing else.  She fell into an exhausted sleep with a smile on her lips.  She was married to four men, and she
liked
it.

Chapter Six

When Sarah woke the following morning, she was alone.  She stretched for a moment and groaned.  Her body had been well-used, and she was sore.  She stumbled into the bathroom, and started the water in the huge tub.  Maybe a hot bath would soothe her muscles.  She pushed a button on the side of the tub, not certain what it would do.  Bubbles rose up, massaging her sore muscles.  She leaned back with a sigh.  Maybe no one would notice if she stayed there all day.

*****

Trystan sat at the breakfast table with his three friends.  "She's...not what I expected."

Houston nodded eagerly.  "She so much more!"

Brice grinned.  "That woman has a horny streak a mile wide.  I don't know if four of us are going to be enough for her."

Jaron shook his head.  "We're not going to be enough.  That's obvious.  But I'm not sharing her with a fifth."  He didn't have to say that it was hard enough sharing with the other three, because he was sure they all knew.

Trystan sighed.  "No, we're not sharing her.  I think we're going to need to be careful though."  He looked at Brice.  "I'm worried about your chef.  Are you sure he's homo?"

Brice sighed.  "You know, he's in a committed relationship, but most men aren't really homo.  They just want sex, and men are all that's available.  Given the option, I'm sure he'd whip it out and fuck her against the kitchen counter any day."

"That worries me," Trystan said.  "Before we move into the lake houses, I think we need to have surveillance installed.  We'll watch and see what she does.  I don't think she'd deliberately cheat on us, but I don't know if she can control her urges."

Jaron leaned back in his chair, considering.  "I agree.  Let's install the surveillance."  He looked at Brice.  "You really can't do without your chef?"

Brice shook his head emphatically.  "I won't eat anything that anyone else fixes for me."  He only trusted his chef to cook things properly.  He couldn't eat a thing anyone else cooked.

Jaron sighed.  "She needs an arsenal of sex toys.  There's no way she's going to be able to keep from having something inside her during the day while we work."

Trystan nodded.  "I think that's a great idea.  Do you want to pick some out for her?  Pick some we can use on her as well."

Jaron pulled out his phone and began tapping at it, while the others continued. 

"Do we want to use the surveillance and trust it?  Or do we want to each plan to take one day off every week, and every fourth week, two days?  Do you think she needs someone with her?"  Trystan asked.

Houston frowned.  "I think as long as she has sex toys to keep her satisfied, we can trust her."  He hated that they even had to have this conversation about their sweet bride.  He thought she was perfect in every way.  The way her mouth had felt on him...  He stopped the thought as he felt his cock swelling in his pants.  He needed to think about something else.  Anything else.

Jaron laughed.  "I found the perfect toy for her!"

Trystan smiled.  "What is it?"

"RoboDick!  Once you activate it, you tell it what to do, and it responds to voice commands.  Like she could say, 'RoboDick, fuck me until I scream,' and it would!"

Brice smiled.  "Get it.  I don't care what it costs."  He looked at Trystan.  "How soon before we can move into the lake houses?  I know yours is ready, but none of us will be happy living in such close quarters."

Trystan shook his head.  They all had grown up in boys' homes with no space to call their own, and they considered ten thousand feet close quarters now.  They were very spoiled to the lifestyle their money brought them. 

"Dome is finished.  My house is complete.  They've given me a week estimate on the other three.  So if we can hold out living here for that long, we're gold."

Jaron looked up from the phone.  "Will we take turns spending the days with her this week?  Or can we trust her alone with Franklin?"  He curled his lip as he mentioned the chef's name.  The two had a run-in the day before because he wanted his meat cooked to medium well instead of rare.  The chef said meat lost its flavor when cooked that much, and he refused to do it.

"I think this week, we'll need to take turns staying with her," Trystan insisted.  "I'll take Thursday if that's all right.  The new season starts next month, and we're having try-outs for one of the injured players."

"Oh no!  Who's injured?" Jaron asked.  They were all huge fans of the Minneapolis Mighties red rover team.

"Stetson.  Number three."  Trystan shook his head in disgust.  "He slipped on a bar of soap in the shower, and got a concussion.  What an idiot."  The man was a fabulous player, but he wasn't known for being the brightest laser on the spacejet.

Brice shrugged.  "I think that's fine.  I can work from home two days this week.  I'll take Monday and Friday.  I have meetings the other three days."

Houston looked up from the paper he was doodling on.  "I can take Tuesday."

Jaron shrugged.  "That leaves me Wednesday.  I can deal with that."   He put his phone down.  "Shipment will be here in thirty minutes or less."

"Do we give them to her immediately?" Trystan asked.  He couldn't help but wonder what she'd think of the toys.

Jaron nodded.  "Oh yeah.  I want to see her face while she figures them out."

Houston smiled.  "As long as we get our turns between toys, I'm good with that!"

Brice laughed.  "I have a feeling she's going to prefer us to any toy."  He looked at the clock on the wall.  "It's getting late.  Do you think she's up yet?"

"Should we go check on her?" Houston asked.  His cock jumped at the idea of seeing her again. 

Trystan raised a brow.  "You go check Houston."

Houston jumped up with a smile and wandered through the hotel suite.  It was five bedrooms, so there was one for each of them and one left over.  He made his way to the suite Sarah was sharing with Trystan, only to find the bed empty.  He frowned, until he heard a low moan from the bathroom.  What was she doing in there?

He pushed the door open to see her laying back among the bubbles of the jaccuzzi tub, her legs spread wide, and one hand toying with her clit.  "Need some help?" he asked.

Sarah blushed, removed the hand from between her thighs, and beckoned to him.  "I do need help."

Houston had his pants off so fast, he surprised even himself.  His shirt followed.  He climbed into the huge tub with her, moving between her thighs.  She had one foot resting on each side of the tub, so she was wide open for him.  "I want you to ride me," he told her.  He stood between her spread legs, one toe going to toy with her clit.

Sarah nodded, staring at his cock.  It was hard and ready for her.  She wondered if the men were in the same kind of constant state of arousal she was.  She got to her feet and waited while he took her spot, then lowered herself onto his lap, one knee on either side of his thighs.  "Like this?" she asked, already out of breath from the pleasure she had been giving herself.

Houston caught her hips and positioned her over his cock. "Exactly."  With one hard thrust he was inside her, and she sucked in a breath.

"Oh, Houston!"

He grunted as his hips went wild, thrusting madly into her.  He was too aroused, and he lost it almost immediately.  Sarah realized what had happened with shock.  She stayed on his lap grinding herself against him, hoping she could come to climax anyway.

After a moment she climbed off in frustration, trying not to let it show how disappointed she was.  Would one of the other men finish her?

Houston knew he'd messed up.  "I'm sorry, Sarah.  I'll go get one of the others to fuck you right."

Sarah started to argue that he'd done it right, but really?  He hadn't.  He was done, and she was still needy.  That wasn't doing it right.  "Please," she said.  She grabbed a towel, and dried herself off, while he pulled one of the robes from the back of the bathroom door.  She dressed in the other and went into Trystan's bedroom to wait to see who would arrive.

Houston walked into the kitchen to see the other men still waiting.  Trystan raised an eyebrow at his attire.  "Have a good time?"

Houston nodded, embarrassed.  "I did, but she didn't.  I didn't last long enough.  She needs someone to finish her."

Trystan, Brice and Jaron got to their feet as one.  Jaron looked at Houston.  "You wait for the delivery."

Sarah was leaning back on Trystan's bed, her hand between her thighs when the men came in.  "There's no need for that," Tyrstan said softly. 

All three men dropped their clothes, and Sarah looked not at their faces, but at their cocks one after the other.  "I need it," she whispered, embarrassed to admit to her horniness once again.

Brice replaced her hand with his between her thighs, finger fucking her.  "We know you do."  He looked over at Trystan.  "You want us to do this in your bed?"

Trystan shook his head.  "No, not my bed.  Couch works," he said indicating the couch along one wall facing the bed.  "Or just bend her over the bed."

Brice kept his fingers inside her, his eyes meeting hers.  "Couch or bent over?"

Sarah was surprised to have the choice.  "Bent over," she said with a blush.  "It goes deeper that way."

Brice grinned.  "You like it deep?" 

She nodded, still blushing.  "I probably shouldn't admit it though."  She loved it every way they'd taken her so far.  In fact, she was close to climaxing with just his fingers. 

"We want to know what you like," he told her, removing his fingers and helping her off the bed.  He kissed her once she was standing in front of him, his cock stabbing her in her belly.  "We want to make you feel good."

Sarah reached down and gripped his cock in her hand, giving it a stroke.  "Oh, you make me feel really good."

Brice turned her around and she bent over the bed, her palms flat against it.  He looked at her bottom and thought about swatting it, but they'd save that for another day.  He guided his cock to her entrance, and plunged inside, letting out a groan and she squeezed him tightly. 

Sarah squealed, happy to be full once again.  She pushed back against him, wanting to squeeze as much of his cock in her tight channel as she could. 

Brice held still for a moment, astounded that their beautiful new bride was a nymphomaniac.  None of them would have guessed from her picture.  He ran his fingertips lightly over the skin of her back.  "Do you like that?"

Sarah nodded.  "Yes, but I like it more when you move!"

Brice laughed, starting the age old rhythm inside her.  The night before he'd been a bit worried that they'd break her, but now?  He could see she thrived on the attention she received from them. 

Sarah had been close with her own fingers in the tub, and then with Houston, and then again with Brice's fingers, so she was on the edge of climax as soon as Brice began moving inside her.  She felt him grab hold of her hips and pull her back against him every time he thrust inside her, moving her forward as he pulled out.  It only took a few strokes, and she was panting as her body clenched around him.  "Yes!" she cried.

Trystan looked over at Jaron.  He saw the same look of wonder he knew must be on his own face.  How were they going to keep this woman satisfied?

Brice kept going through her climax, and brought her to a second before he pumped his seed into her.  He pulled out and patted her ass.  He and the others were the luckiest men alive.

Sarah stood bent over the bed for a minute before she stood.   Jaron sat on the couch, unclothed. He waved her to the bathroom.  "Go clean up and then come back.  You're going to ride me."

Sarah nodded, rushing into the bathroom.  She caught sight of herself in the mirror and was shocked at what she saw.  She'd never even seen herself naked before, and just stood and stared.  Her nipples were a dark red from all the attention they'd received.  Her eyes had a sated look about them. Her blond hair was wild.  Everything about her seemed to scream, "Fuck me."  She was embarrassed for a moment.  What must they think of her?  She was a sex fiend.

"Sarah?" Jaron called.   "Are you coming?"

Sarah quickly got a washcloth and cleaned off.  "I'll be right there!" she called back.  She met her own eyes in the mirror again, noticing that she looked happy.  She smiled.  She was about to get fucked.  Of course she was happy!

She hurried back into the bedroom and walked to the couch where Jaron sat, his hips far forward on the cushion.  "I'm here."

Jaron grinned.  "I see that."  He helped her straddle him, her pussy coming down over his cock.  "You ready?"

Sarah tilted her head to one side, a grin on her face.  "Apparently, I was born ready."

He laughed.  "I think you were."  He caught her hips in his hands, groaning when her pussy swallowed him. 

Sarah sighed as he filled her.  "I love the feeling of fullness when you're inside me," she told him.  "I could do this all day."

Jaron nodded.  "We've noticed that about you."  He started thrusting up while she moved over him.  "Do you like it fast or slow?"

Sarah was surprised by the question. "I don't know."  Her brows drew together.  "How do you like it?"