Educating Jane Porter (3 page)

When she became aware both men were giving her a curious look, she cleared her throat.

“Uh…it’s lovely to meet you too.”

Santos flashed her a smile that was both amused and pleased.

You’re acting like a complete hick.

“So what brings you…uh…here, this weekend?” Inwardly she groaned. Of course he was here for Antonio’s birthday. They were friends.

Santos’s brown eyes twinkled. He took her hand and raised it to his lips.

“My friend told me the women were exquisite.”

His lips touched her skin, igniting a quick flash of heat. When his tongue touched her knuckle she shivered.

Wow.

She didn’t miss the glance the men shared. Her sex clenched.

“Isn’t she as beautiful as I described?” Antonio slid into the chair directly opposite Santos. Between the two of them they’d effectively pinned her in the corner of the terrace.

“That she is.”

“Blonde, elegant, confident.” Antonio’s hand slid under the table to settle on her left knee. “What more could a man ask for?”

“I don’t know if I’m all that.” Under the stare of both men, her cheeks heated.

“You are, and much more.” Antonio’s smile was intimate. He gave her knee a gentle squeeze and a warm ribbon of heat unfurled in her stomach.

“You’re making her blush.” Santos sounded amused.

“I enjoy making beautiful women blush.”

Her lover’s hand slid up the inside of her thigh pushing her skirt along with it. She sent a silent thank you to Kitten for requesting full-length tablecloths. Whatever he was up to, no one would be able to see under the table.

Antonio gently pressed his hand against the inside of her leg indicating his desire. Reaching for her glass, she opened her legs several inches.

“It appears you do it well,” Santos spoke.

Another hand touched her right knee, and she started. Her gaze flew to Santos’s face, but he wasn’t looking at her. A waiter approached with them with three bowls on a tray.

“As you ordered,
Señor
Santos.”

“Thank you, Ramon. The sun is warm, and this will be much appreciated.”

Ramon placed the first bowl in front of Jane.

“I hope you like lime,” Santos said. “I took the liberty of ordering for you.”

“Why yes, thank you.”

In unison, their hands slid further up the insides of her thighs, gently tugging them apart. Jane snatched her spoon as the waiter completed his service. He left with a slight bow.

Antonio’s hand squeezed her upper thigh. Santos’s hand moved upward and without thinking, she spread her legs. His pinky nudged her mound, and a rush of liquid filled her pussy.

“The flavor is exquisite.” Antonio spooned a small amount of his peach gelato and offered it to Jane. “You’ll find this to be a singular experience.”

Though she wasn’t entirely sure he was speaking to her, she obediently opened her mouth. The creamy substance landed on her tongue bringing with it the cool taste of peaches and cream.

Santos’s fingers nudged her pussy.

“It is most pleasant.”

Her gaze flew to his face. He was watching her with an odd little smile. His finger parted the slick lips of her pussy to delve inside. Electricity shot through her body when he touched her clit.

There is a stranger with his hand on your crotch!

Panic overtook her and from deep in her throat, Jane squealed. When she slammed her legs shut, she wasn’t entirely sure if it was to keep him out or to hold him hostage.

“There is a shy quality to this dish.” Antonio was speaking. “But if you savor the flavor, absorbing every nuance of its sweetness, it’s well worth the effort.”

Hell, they weren’t talking about the gelato…

“Yes, I see your point,” Santos murmured. Scooping up a small bite of raspberry gelato, he offered it to her.

“You will enjoy it, I promise you,” he said.

Her stomach dropped. This was the moment. Santos wanted an invite into her bed. Her gaze darted to Antonio.

“I assure you, it is a flavor you must try.” His smile deepened. “The experience will change your world.”

Their hands on her thighs exerted enough pressure to alert her to their intentions. Need burned low, hot in her pussy. Her nipples ached with the need to be touched, sucked.

She wanted both of these men.

Jane opened her mouth to accept the bite. Cool raspberry delighted her tongue even as she relaxed her thighs. Spreading them wide, she gave them entry to her darkest desires.

“Pleasing, is it not?” Santos asked.

She couldn’t even enjoy the bite because their hands were perched at the top of her inner thighs. At the first touch of her clit, Jane swallowed the bite.

At the second stroke, her hips thrust forward.

“It’s lovely.”

Her voice was shrill to her own ears. Quickly spooning a bite of her gelato, she stuffed it into her mouth.

“Soft, creamy. It’s perfection.” Santos stroked her clit.

“Sweeter than candy. I think we should indulge as much as possible before the party tonight,” Antonio said. “It has been a while since I’ve indulged my love of sweet cream.”

A finger prodded her vagina. Her breath caught, and she was penetrated. A second finger joined the first, stretching her. Delicate nerves leapt to life sending a gush of liquid need into her pussy. Her grip on the spoon tightened, and her knuckles turned white.

Judging by the angle, it was Antonio who was finger-fucking her under the table. Her nipples hardened, creating tiny points against her thin sweater. Fighting the urge to caress them, she took another bite of the gelato. The creamy dessert was melting under the warm sun, much like she was under the table.

From the right, a finger touched her clit. Her hips shot forward in a silent plea for more.

A bite of peach gelato appeared in front of her, and she licked it from the spoon. Antonio’s greedy fingers in her pussy began to thrust while Santos stroked her clit. Antonio leaned toward her, and his lips brushed her cheek.

“I’m going to eat your pussy, Beauty.”

A whimper slipped from her lips. Her gaze was focused on her dessert bowl, now filled with green cream.

“And then, after you come against my tongue, I’m going to put my cock into your hungry pussy and fuck you until you come again.”

Explicit images crashed through her mind…her naked body, both men feasting on her flesh. Two cocks, thrusting, thrusting…

A sharp pinch on one nipple was all it took.

Antonio caught her chin and pulled her toward him. His mouth took possession of hers stifling her cry. Their tongues mated as her orgasm whipped through her body. The whole situation was so carnal, so explosive. Jane was rocked to her very core.

The spasms eased, and so did the kiss. His mouth gentled, and his fingers in her pussy did the same. They removed their hands leaving her feeling empty, shattered. Antonio broke the kiss.

“You pleased me very much, Beauty.”

She ducked her head, and he slid his arm around her waist then pulled her against his side. With the taste of Antonio thick on her tongue, she peeked up at Santos.

His gaze was direct, hot. Her eyes widened when he raised his left hand to his lips. His tongue slipped out to taste her cream, and his gaze turned fierce.

“That was quite enjoyable.” Antonio was speaking to Santos. “Aren’t you glad you took my advice and indulged this morning?”

“It was unforgettable.”

Santos’s gaze burned into her flesh, and she looked away. Just thinking about what they’d done under the table was enough to cause her heart to flutter. She’d just allowed two men, virtual strangers, to finger her under a table.

In public.

A rush of yearning moved through her body. Exhibitionism was a secret fantasy of hers, one she’d felt destined to remain unfulfilled. Her pussy clenched. Now, she wasn’t quite so sure.

“I don’t know about you, Antonio, but I’d like to taste more.” Santos tossed his napkin on the table. “Shall we move our tasting upstairs?”

“Don’t be scared.”

Antonio’s lips brushed her ear seconds before his arms came around her. Grateful for the support, she leaned into him. Against her back he was strong and secure. His familiar scent worked wonders for the knots in her stomach.

“I’m not scared. Nervous, maybe.” Her lips felt numb.

“I’d be more concerned if you weren’t.” He gave her a reassuring hug. “We spent last night in the bed over there.”

Her gaze flew to furniture in question. It had been tidied up. The pillows were artfully arranged against the headboard and the dark burgundy duvet was perfectly smooth.

“Your experiences tell you there is nothing to fear from me, no?”

She wasn’t worried about either man as much as she was concerned with what was about to happen to her. Giving up her body in the most intimate ways with not one, but two men, was daunting.

The French doors were wide open allowing copious amounts of sunlight to flood the room. Last night it had been dark, and Antonio hadn’t been able to see her body. What if the extra weight around her belly grossed them out?

Even worse, what if this encounter did ruin her for other men? She didn’t want to face a future lacking sexual fulfillment…

“Beauty.”

Antonio’s gentle voice jolted her back to the present.

“I trust you, Antonio.”

“And you have nothing to fear from Santos. We’ve known each other since boyhood, and I’d trust him with my life.”

“We only seek to pleasure you,” Santos spoke. “You’re a very beautiful woman, and it’s only natural we’d want to possess you.”

Possess.

A flutter started in her lower belly. Antonio’s erection pressed into her buttocks, and her breath left in a rush.

“We’re incapable of hurting any woman.”

Santos moved to stand before her. His gaze slid over her face like a breath of warm air. He was just so damned sexy. A gush of cream washed through her cunt.

Reaching for the buttons, Santos removed his shirt. His movements were slow, casual. It was obvious he didn’t want to scare her by moving too quickly. Judging from the liquid that trickled down the inside of her leg, he was succeeding.

Muscles rippled in his arm when he tossed the shirt over the back of the couch. His skin resembled pale caramel stretched over his rock hard muscles. Releasing the zipper on his jeans, he slid them down to reveal tight black boxer briefs and lean thighs. The sight of his barely contained erection sent quivers through her belly.

“I think our Beauty is enjoying the show, Santos.”

Antonio’s lips touched her neck and every hair on her body stood at attention.

Where Antonio was more animal with the long hair and bedroom eyes, Santos was urbane. With his black hair clipped close to his head and rock hard body, he exuded confidence and power. Every inch of him was a tough, sinewy masterpiece of male creation. Her fingers burned to stroke him.

The object of her desire reached for his drawers. The only sound she could hear was the thud of her heart. Soft cotton skimmed down his hips and thighs revealing a cock that made Michelangelo’s David look like a babe.

He was quite long and thick like a tree trunk. Rising from a lush forest of dark hair, it stood proud and heavy with the need to rut. Coupled with Santos’s darker skin, he had an exotic look that was undeniably arousing. What would his beautiful cock feel like as it thrust inside her pussy?

Her knees wobbled.

“Come, Beauty.”

Antonio gently steered her toward the bed. She sat on the edge, and he joined her. His hand settled on her lower back, and Santos stood in front of her. A pearly drop formed at the small slit on the head.

She knew what he wanted without asking. Reaching for him, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, his skin scorching her palm. He was rigid and heavy, and she gave him a gentle, appreciative squeeze. Looking up at him through her lashes, she licked her lips in invitation.

His eyes darkened, and his nostrils flared. Leaning forward, her tongue snaked out to lick the pre-come from his cock eliciting a hiss of approval from Santos.

Beside her, Antonio murmured his encouragement while his hand began stroking her lower back.

Taking Santos’s cock deeper into her mouth, she slid her tongue across the wide head then beneath to the sensitive underside. Slowly she began to suck him, her mouth and hand moving over his hard cock in slow, easy strokes.

Santos’s fingers moved to her hair, fisting in the long strands. His grip was both tender and coaxing. Antonio tweaked her hardened nipple. She moaned around the cock in her mouth when Antonio gave the hardened tip a gentle tug.

Closing her eyes, she lost herself in the heady sensuality of the moment. With Antonio teasing her nipple and Santos’s cock in her mouth, need burned white hot under her skin.

His taste was dark, earthy and forbidden. Curling her fingers around the base, she gave him a light squeeze. His hips lurched, pushing more of his cock into her mouth. His grip on her hair tightened, holding her in place as he began pushing in and out of her mouth.

Releasing her grip on his cock, she reached for his balls. Gently she stroked them with her fingertips.

“Slow down, Jane. Or this will end too soon,” he hissed.

“Getting old, my friend?” Antonio chuckled. “You used to be able to go for hours.”

“No,” he muttered. “Her mouth is so damned sweet all I want to do is fuck it until I come.”

Pleasure snaked through Jane.

“But I have other things I need to attend to first.”

Santos pulled away, and Jane released him with a soft
pop
. Their gazes caught, and she was gratified to see his breathing was harsh.

“Look at me, Beauty.” Antonio spoke.

Tearing her gaze from Santos, she turned. Arousal snaked through her pussy at the banked heat in his eyes.

“Santos and I are going to take you to bed.” His thumb stroked the curve of her jaw. “We want to pleasure every inch of your gorgeous body. Your mouth, your hands, your breasts, your pussy, your tight little ass, all will be used to slake our lust.”

Jane shivered at the sheer eroticism of his words. They were moving fast. Less than twelve hours ago she’d been a celibate business woman and now, two sexy, hungry men wanted to take her to bed. Not only would she have Antonio, but she’d have Santos to pleasure as well.

And to pleasure you…

Her clit began to throb. A gush of liquid washed through her pussy and her nipples ached.

Two men…

One woman…

One bed…

“Yes.” Her voice was husky.

“Well, done.” His smile was approving.

“Come, Jane, you’re wearing too many clothes.” Santos took her hand and pulled her to her feet.

Four hands seemed to be everywhere at once. In quick order her clothing was removed, and she stood naked between the two of them.

Surprisingly enough she felt calm about standing completely naked between two men. Knowing what they were about to do should’ve had her scared silly. Instead she was aroused and more concerned that if she didn’t get fucked soon she would explode.

Antonio’s mouth touched hers in a quick, hot kiss. Her hands fisted in his shirt, and she leaned into him. He easily supported her weight, and his hands came to rest on her back.

Another pair of hands landed on her hips. From behind Santos pressed into her, his erection nestled against her ass. Reaching between her and Antonio, he slid his fingers into her pussy. Her breath caught when he zeroed in on her clit.

“Oh!”

Antonio released her while Santos turned and sat on the bed pulling her with him. Jane was perched in his lap, his front to her back, as he slid an arm around her waist to anchor her in place.

Antonio’s gaze was locked on her pussy and Santos’s hand. He began removing his clothes while Santos slid his legs between hers forcing them further apart. She was totally exposed to the man who’d seduced her only hours before.

“Your pussy is exquisite.” Antonio kicked off his shoes. “Have you ever removed all the hair?”

“Yes.”

Jane’s hips began thrusting against the fingers embedded in her pussy. With every article of clothing Antonio removed, her need ratcheted higher. Her fingers dug into Santos’s arm.

“We’ll have to see if we can get an aesthetician to come up and remove all your hair.” He removed his jeans. “I’d like to watch.”

“Mmm…”

Antonio came forward, his mouth coming down on hers. He ravaged her with a kiss so carnal, so earthy, she burned. Releasing her death-grip on Santos, she reached for Antonio. Her fingers tangled in his dark hair.

A rumble vibrated against her back. Santos’s mouth touched the exposed curve of her throat. Her grip tightened in Antonio’s hair, their tongues dueled in a selfish need for superiority. Santos continued his dizzying assault to her clit until she strained against his hand desperate for release.

Antonio broke the kiss. “I think we need to take this onto the bed.” Reaching for his boxers, he removed them. His cock leapt from the cotton confines as if to reach for her.

“I agree,” Santos rumbled.

Santos removed her hand and four eager hands urged her into the middle of the bed. She lay on her back looking up at the two men who were about to take possession of her, body and soul. Her breathing increased.

Antonio touched her knee. “I want to taste you.”

She needed no further urging. Spreading her legs wide, Antonio settled between her thighs. Bending her legs at the knee, he positioned her heels close to her ass. When he lowered his head, her hands fisted in the duvet. He parted the folds of her pussy and the cool air lapped at her overheated flesh.

Even though he’d barely touched her, she moaned.

Santos stretched out beside her. His hand came to rest on her right breast. His thumb caressed her nipple.

“You’re exquisite,” Santos murmured. “Perfect in every way.”

A strangled cry caught in her throat when Antonio’s tongue touched her clit. Stroking at the ultra-sensitive flesh, his fingers delved into her pussy, sliding in and out. Her hips began to move, following his strokes.

Santos’s mouth covered one nipple. His tongue laved the taut bud, then he started sucking. His other hand snaked across her chest to zero in on her other nipple.

“Oh, yes.”

Jane bucked and strained as they slowly drove her out of her mind. The delicious torment to her pussy halted, and the bed dipped when Antonio came closer. Santos relinquished her breasts, allowing his friend to take the lead.

Antonio moved over her. Reaching between them, he guided his cock to her pussy.

“Please. Please fuck me,” Jane sobbed. Releasing her grip on the duvet, she reached for him.

His cock broached the sensitive entrance to her pussy. She moaned and thrust her hips upward. Impatience and arousal rode her hard. She wanted him inside her, and she didn’t want to wait. Her eyes slid closed.

“Is this what you want, Beauty?” Rubbing his cock against her pussy, he pressed forward, parting her needy flesh. “My cock, inside you? Fucking you?”

He was torturing her. Her hands gripped his arms, the muscles were living marble. Antonio held himself over her, his cock mere centimeters from giving her what she wanted. Shivers danced along her skin.

“I want you inside me.”

“That’s my girl.”

Pressing forward, his cock entered her, stretching the delicate nerves. She was sobbing by the time he covered her. Pushing her hips up, she took him deeper until she was stretched, filled to excess yet still she wanted more.

“Easy,” Antonio breathed against her throat.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she shivered when the root of his cock caressed her clit. It was hard to breathe, to think, with this man inside her. He thrust, and she struggled to regain control even as the rush of pleasure threatened to devour her.

Antonio slid his arms beneath her shoulders, angling his body low and tight against hers. He began to thrust, slowly and deeply. His body was hot and hard against hers.

Silky groans started in her throat as the tension spiraled higher. Her nipples ached, the hair on his chest sending jolts of sensation through them. With each thrust her groans increased in volume.

Teeth grazed her shoulder and her eyes flew open. Santos was close beside them, his gaze fixed on her face. Hunger burned in the depths of his dark brown eyes. A movement caught her attention. One big hand was curled around his cock, and he was roughly stroking himself.

The sight of those harsh jerks was enough to bring her to the edge. Her thighs tightened around Antonio’s waist, and her release beckoned.

Without warning he unhooked her ankles and pulled away. Her pussy was empty and throbbing without him. Sobbing in protest, she struggled to reach for him but he moved too fast.

Santos sat up and grabbed her legs. Pulling her to the edge of the bed, he stood. Stepping between her legs, he caught her behind the knees and pulled her upward until her lower body was suspended over the mattress. He hooked her knees over his shoulders. When he entered her, she howled like a cat in heat.