Claimed by the Trillionaires (Menage for Mankind Book 5) (9 page)

She wove her fingers through his hair, desperately wanting to be closer to him.  She wanted him to become a permanent part of her body, his cock always moving inside her.  But would that diminish the pleasure moments like this brought?

Brice looked deeply into her eyes as he rained kisses over her face, stroking her long curtain of hair back.  "You are perfect in every way.  Do you know that, sweetheart?"

Sarah couldn't believe he'd even suggest such a thing.  She blushed deeply.  "No, I'm far from perfect."  How could he think she was perfect when she carried so much extra weight?

"There's not a woman alive I'd rather be with than you.  That any of us would rather be with.  You're perfect to us."  He cut off any protest she would make to that with a long slow kiss.  Reaching down, he stroked her clit, hoping he could bring her to climax before he reached it himself.  He'd been living in a sexual paradise, and she'd left him without for many hours.  He was ready to explode already.

As soon as his fingers rubbed her clitoris, Sarah started panting against his lips.  She could feel her climax building deep within her.  She moaned, dragging her mouth away from his.  "That's it!  Yes!" she screamed. 

Brice let go as soon as she clenched around him, burying his face in her neck.  His loud groan joined her scream of climax. 

Neither of them noticed that Franklin was silently watching from the open doorway.

Chapter Twelve

Sarah slept late on Tuesday morning, not in a huge hurry to spend the day alone with Houston.  It wasn't that she disliked him, he just seemed to be lacking a personality to her.  She did wish he would spend more time concentrating on her physical needs when they were together.  He was the only one of her four husbands who ever left her hanging, so to speak.

The men had only each taken her once the evening before, because they were worried about how sore she'd been that morning, and she was thankful.  She was still sore, but the bath and the special salts cleared it right up. 

She put on her robe and wandered out into the living area, looking for Houston.  She found him in the living room, a pocket computer on his lap, and he was talking rapidly to it.  When he saw her, he said, "Save and close."

"Saving and closing," came a computerized voice.

"You didn't have to shut down for me."  Sarah walked to him and kissed his cheek, not knowing what he'd expect from her.

Houston caught her about the waist and pulled her down onto his lap.  "You still sore?" he asked, concerned.

Sarah shook her head.  "I woke up sore, but I took a bath with the salts Trystan left for me, and I'm doing a lot better today."

Houston caught one of her legs and moved it so she was straddling him.  "I'm so glad to hear that."  He felt badly for the way he was never able to last long enough to keep her happy, so he'd masturbated twice already that morning, and then taken a 'stay-up,' which was a pill men used when they were given to premature ejaculation.  He hated having to use it, but he was going to let her finish first when they had a day alone together if it killed him.  His wife would be sexually satisfied by him.

Sarah grinned as she felt his cock pressing up at her through the thin fabric of the lounging pants he wore.  She reached down and stroked him.  "Someone's happy to see me," she said, before sinking down into his kiss.  She wrapped her fingers around his hard length. She knew it wouldn't be a good sexual experience for her, but she also knew she had RoboDick to fall back on.

Houston reached down and removed her hand so he could adjust his pants, freeing his cock to her sweet touch.  He reached between her thighs and slid a finger into her already wet pussy.  "Are you ever dry?" he asked against her lips.

Sarah blushed and shook her head.  "I don't think I am."

He laughed softly.  "Well, I think that will keep four men very happy for years to come."  He caught her hips and pulled her toward him, settling himself between her thighs.  "You ready for me, sweetheart?"

"Always."  Sarah was surprised by how gentle he was being.  She slowly lowered herself onto his cock, taking the entire length of him until she was full.  She moaned slowly.  The first time she took a cock every day always felt so good to her. 

Houston was surprised by how well the pill was working.  He was hard, and it felt wonderful, but he had no desire to climax yet.  Usually as soon as she was on him, he was ready to go off like fireworks. 

Sarah moved on him slowly, hoping she could drag out the experience a bit, but knowing she'd be seeking out her toys in a minute or two.  She moved until only the tip of him was inside her, before dropping down and encompassing him fully. 

Five minutes later, Sarah was still moving over him and close to climax.  She wasn't sure where he'd gotten the self-control from, but she wasn't complaining.  When she did climax, she shouted her pleasure in his ear, collapsing atop him with her head buried in his neck. 

Houston was barely breathing heavily.  He wondered how many times he could make her climax before he needed to spray his seed inside her.  He stroked her back as she snuggled into him, his cock as hard as ever.  Grinning, he finally pushed her off to the side and got to his feet, taking her hand in his.  "Let's go to my room and finish this."

Sarah looked at his cock with surprise.  She'd figured they climaxed together so that was why she hadn't noticed when he finished, but no, his cock was as hard as ever.  Maybe she'd misjudged him.

She followed him from the living room, and into the bedroom he was using.  "Get on your hands and knees on the bed," he instructed. 

Sarah moved onto the bed on her hands and knees, suddenly getting excited.  Would he be able to hold out long enough for her to climax again?  All three of the others could bring her to multiple orgasms, but Houston couldn't unless they were all working together on her.  She didn't know what had brought about the change, but she wasn't complaining.

Houston climbed onto the bed behind her, massaging her ass gently for a moment.  "How do you want it, Sarah?  Fast or slow?"  He'd never been able to ask her that, because fast made him lose it too soon.  Oh how he wanted her to be able to tell the others he'd fucked her until she screamed.  It would make him feel like a man for a change.

Sarah looked over her shoulder at him.  Houston seemed more confident today, and she liked the change in him.  "Fast would be nice, now that slow is out of the w—"  She gasped as he plunged into her, his balls slapping against her clit.

Houston grasped her hips and moved her back and forth easily as he fucked her as quickly as he could.  He'd seen the other men take her this way, and he could imagine how her face looked as he plunged in and out.  "Like this?"

"Y—es!"  Sarah couldn't believe how masterfully he was taking her.  What had happened to him since last night? 

He grinned, loving how out of breath she sounded, knowing he was the one who was making her feel this way.  Finally, it was him making her squeal with pleasure and not one of the others or one of the infernal toys.

She'd climaxed three more times, each one more intense than the last when he pulled out, still hard.  Sarah rolled to her side and stared at his cock, wondering what on earth had happened to him. 

Houston pushed her to her back, moving into the notch between her thighs.  He could hold out longer, or he could let go this time.  He finally felt in control of his climaxes, and he was stoked.  "One more time?  Or do you want to keep going for longer?"

Sarah stared up at him.  He'd caught himself on his hands, and he was looming over her, his cock pushing against the entrance to her pussy.  "One more time," she whispered.  "We need to eat sometime!"

He laughed.  "Then we'll just do it all over again this afternoon!"  Plunging back into her tight channel, he picked up the rhythm he'd been using.  Fast and steady.  Her eyes closed as he pleasured her, and he frowned.  He wanted her to know who was giving her what she needed.  "Open your eyes!" he ordered, his voice harsher than he'd intended.

Sarah opened her eyes, staring into his.  She put her hands to his shoulders, digging her nails into them.  "You're making me feel so good, Houston," she moaned, sensing his need for approval.

Houston grinned down at her, thrilled that she'd acknowledge him by name.  Sometimes he wondered if she even knew which one of her husbands he was.  This time when he felt his climax building he didn't try to suppress it.  His thrusts became slower, deeper and more deliberate as he drove them both toward their climaxes.

When Sarah clenched around him, she screamed his name, holding him to her.

Houston thrusted twice more before spraying his seed within her.  He collapsed onto his side beside her, pulling her close to him, his hands stroking up and down her back.  He kissed her softly.  "Do you feel well and truly fucked, my dear wife?"

Sarah laughed softly.  "That was incredible."

He smiled, thrilled to finally feel like he'd done something right in their marriage.

*****

Franklin kept casting furtive glances toward the table while they ate their lunch.  It was a shrimp chowder, and Sarah had never tasted anything so good.  Franklin was making her uncomfortable, though, because it felt as if he was judging her for her screams earlier, and her willingness to take all of them men inside her.

After lunch, Houston dragged her into the living area.  "I was told your clothes would be arriving around now," he said, sitting down on the couch and pulling her astride him again.

"We can't be fucking when he gets here!" Sarah protested.

Houston laughed, popping his cock out of his pants again.  He was amazed that he could get hard again so easily.  That pill was truly wonderful, and he'd be using it again.  Yes, they cost dearly, but what was the point of being a trillionaire if you didn't use the money for what gave you pleasure?

"You can ride me 'til he gets here," Houston said with a grin, opening her robe and positioning her hips over his cock. 

As soon as he sank into her, Sarah forgot about the clothes.  She forgot about everything except reaching her climax.  She rose to her knees and began riding him as she had earlier. 

His hands moved inside the robe, and he cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently.  His lips met hers for a long lingering kiss that seemed to emphasize what his cock was doing inside her body.

Sarah was close to her climax when she heard a voice being cleared.  She looked up and over the back of the couch, she could see the designer.  She couldn't remember his name, but how was she supposed to when she had one of her husbands thrusting away inside her?  She froze, sinking down to squeeze all of Houston's cock inside her, wishing she could ask the man to wait just another minute while she finished.

Houston had no qualms.  "She's really close.  I'm going to finish her off, before you do your business," he called over his shoulder.

"Oh, go ahead.  I'm Stanley, by the way.  I'm here to deliver clothes."

Sarah blushed as Houston's hands forced her up and down a few more times.  She buried her face in his neck to drown out the sounds of her climax, embarrassed beyond belief that he would continue to make love to her with an audience.  The man made no pretence of looking away, either.  He was obviously interested in what he was watching.

She moved off Houston's lap, feeling the blush all over her body.  Yes, the man had seen her naked, but he didn't need to see her in the throws of passion.  She tied her robe and stood up, trying to act as if nothing had happened.  "Did you get some things finished for me?"

The man nodded.  "I did.  Would you like to see?"

You've seen enough for both of us. 
"Yes, please," she said politely. 
Why didn't he at least turn his head?

He was carrying a garment bag over one arm, and he laid it over the back of the couch, unzipping it. 

He pulled out a pair of short cotton shorts with a silk top.  "I think you'll like this," he said, handing them to her. 

Sarah had never worn anything so skimpy in her life.  Her community believed in keeping covered from neck to toes when you were in public.  Of course, she'd be wearing them only for her husbands.  "That looks comfortable," she said haltingly.

Houston nodded at Stanley.  "That looks good to me.  We'll love watching her walk around in that.  What else?"

He pulled out a short dress that covered her where absolutely necessary, but it also left little to the imagination.  Sarah took it, nodding.  There was nothing she could wear outside the house.  Would she be kept a prisoner for the rest of her life?  "Is there nothing to wear in public?" she asked softly.

Stanley shook his head.  "I'll have your public clothes ready next week.  You are still on your honeymoon, aren't you?"

She nodded, finally understanding.  He'd only made absolute necessities for today.  He pulled out two nightgowns that would reveal a great deal more than they covered.  "Those are pretty," she said, reaching out to touch the silk.  "I'm sure there are four men who will enjoy them a great deal."

Houston nodded.  "We certainly will."  He looked at Stanley.  "Is that all?"

"Yes, sir.  I'll be on my way.  Everything else will be finished by Monday.  Will I deliver here?"

"No, we'll be in the new houses by Monday.  The builders are ahead of schedule."

New houses?
  Sarah had no idea where those houses would be.  She wouldn't live with all her husbands under one roof?

After Stanley had gone, Sarah looked at Houston.  "New houses?  We won't keep living together?"

Houston frowned.  "Has no one showed you the layout of the lake yet?"

"What lake?" she asked.

He sighed.  "Someone should have shown you by now.  I guess we were all too busy with your body to talk about anything real."  He led her to a table off to the side of the room and showed her a map on it.  "This is where we'll live.  This is my house."  He pointed to a spot on the map.  There was a large lake with four houses surrounding it.  "That's Trystan's, Brice's, and Jaron's.  You'll have a travel pod to get around in."

Sarah blinked.  It was like he spoke another language.  "What's a travel pod?  Does anyone else live at the lake?"

"No one else lives at the lake.  It will be covered by a dome to keep the lake at a balmy seventy-eight degrees year round.  A travel pod is a small vehicle that will work on both land and water.  So if you're going from my house to Jaron's directly across the lake from me, you'll be able to go straight there across the water."