Educating Jane Porter (4 page)

Santos’s movements were more forceful than Antonio’s. His big hands dug into her hips holding her against him as he plunged into her weeping cunt. He moved with less finesse and far more urgency. With each thrust against her clit, Jane was mewling with the burning need to come.

Antonio settled himself beside her, his mouth covering her nipple. Sucking hard, his left hand slid toward her pussy. His fingers threaded through the soft hair, and he gave the strands a gentle tug. The spark of pain was too much.

“I can’t…” she panted. “I just can’t—”

“You can take me, Beauty.”

Santos’s voice broke. Any pretense of the urbane man was gone leaving a hungry beast in its wake. His thrusts accelerated, and the headboard began to rattle. Antonio continued suckling her nipple, his wayward hand administering gentle tugs on her pubic hair.

Her body was relentless in its quest for release. Need rose hard, sucking the breath from her lungs. Her back arched, thrusting her cunt against Santos’s cock. Release broke over her like a summer storm, her body buffeted by the waves. Ribbons of pleasure enveloped her body, and she lost all sense of time and place.

Lips touched hers as her body was lowered to the bed. Shivers raced over her skin, and she was unable to move on her own. Big hands gently lifted her, placing her in the center of the bed.

A warm male settled beside her and she recognized Antonio’s scent. He pulled her against him, cuddling her to his chest. The bed dipped behind her, and Santos covered her from behind. His arm slid around her waist, and his hard cock nestled against her ass.

He didn’t come?

Mumbling something, she reached back, and slid her hand along his lean hip. His skin was slick with sweat. His hand covered hers, and he held her palm against him. It was a tender gesture that allayed any remaining concerns she had about taking him into her bed.

Secure between the two men, Jane allowed sleep to overtake her.

Utter relaxation enveloped her from head to toe. The sun had crept across the carpet telling her it was past noon, and they’d missed the buffet.

As if she could care about food with two sexy, hungry men in her bed.

They lay on each side of her, enveloping her in acres of warm male flesh. Twin erections lay against her hips while they feasted on her nipples. Someone’s hand stroked her belly while the other covered her pussy. The blood in her veins had been replaced with liquid pleasure.

Santos lifted his head.

“We’re pleased to see you’re awake.” Santos nuzzled her throat.

“Barely,” her voice came out scratchy.

Antonio released her nipple. Raising his head, his gaze speared her. The sensual fire within his eyes was unmistakable. She turned. Lowering his mouth to hers, their lips met. Without hesitation she opened, and his tongue slid over hers.

Pleasure curled deep within her body as their mouths mated. Knowing Santos watched them deepened the pleasure. His breath was hot against her breast and it sent shivers down her spine. Antonio nipped her lip then released her.

“While you slept, we decided since we took such good care of you earlier, its time for you to return the favor.” He kissed the corner of her mouth.

“Is that so?” She lightly drew her nails across their flesh. Her gaze met Santos’s. “Do you agree?”

“I do indeed.”

She leaned toward him, and his lips brushed hers. It was a faint touch that left her wanting more.

Beside her, Antonio rolled onto his back, and she sat up. His hands were tucked behind his head leaving every hard inch of his body open for her inspection. His thick cock lay against his lower stomach. Under her scrutiny, it twitched.

“Since you’re both in agreement,” Jane shifted to her knees, “then who am I to deny your wish?”

Sliding her leg across Antonio, she straddled his hips. Reaching between them, she guided his cock to her pussy. His gaze glittered with a dangerous heat. His hands came to rest on her hips. Her eyes slid closed as her body stretched to accommodate him. The sensation was heady and judging from the tension in his body, he was feeling as needy as she.

The bed shifted, and her eyes opened. Santos was propped against the pillows with his hand wrapped around his cock. Her gaze locked with his. When she moved upward on Antonio’s cock, Santos’s hand drifted down on his.

Leaning forward, she braced her hands on Antonio’s chest. Her hips moved over him, his cock sliding in and out of her body in long smooth strokes. Santos echoed her movements on his cock yet his gaze never left her.

Liquid flooded her pussy. Antonio’s cock created a sucking sound as she moved over him. The slap of flesh against flesh brought a feral smile to Santos’s lips. Heat spread through her pussy, and her hips increased the pace.

Finally Santos broke her gaze to look down at his friend’s cock moving in and out between her pussy lips. He licked his lips, and her nipples began to throb.

She’d already experienced two mind-blowing orgasms. What astounded her was, if anything, her hunger was stronger than when they’d come upstairs. It was almost as if taking these two men into her bed, into her body, had opened a part of herself that she hadn’t dreamed even existed. A feral side of her sexual self was emerging.

Jane faded into the background, and Beauty emerged.

The pace of Santos’s hand on his cock increased and a sheen broke out on his face. Triumph welled and power surged as her need for release increased. They might’ve seduced her but she had no doubt that at this moment, she held each of them in the palm of her hand.

“Stop.” Antonio’s hand tightened on her hips and broke her rhythm. Her gaze flew to his face.

“Up,” he said.

Disappointed but curious to see what he had in mind, Jane did as he bid. Sliding his still-erect cock from her body, he rolled away to stand next to the bed. Both of them helped her to her feet, and Santos followed.

Antonio sat on the edge of the bed. Taking her by the hips, he guided her to him. She gripped his shoulders, using him for balance as she straddled his hips. Reaching between them, she guided his cock to her pussy. They both groaned as she sank onto him.

Santos’s body pressed in from behind. His cock rested against the crack of her butt. Jane quivered when she realized what they were up to. Santos wanted to fuck her in the ass.

Fear and desire crowded her throat. Alarm bells were going off in her head even as her arms slid around Antonio’s shoulders. His hands gripped her waist forcing her to lean into him. Beneath her, he spread her legs wider. With her hips held in an arched position, she sank onto Antonio, lifting her ass toward Santos in silent invitation.

His hand palmed one ass cheek and gave it a firm squeeze. Her pussy tightened around Antonio’s cock eliciting a hiss from him. She angled her hips higher putting her ass at the perfect angle for Santos to fuck her from behind.

She was surprised when Santos stepped away. Looking over her shoulder, she saw him grab a condom from the bedside table. After donning it, he removed a black tube from the drawer before he returned. His cock butted the seam of her ass, and she trembled.

“Easy, Beauty.” Antonio’s chest rumbled against her breasts. “Relax and we’ll take care of you.”

Jane lay her head on Antonio’s shoulder. Behind her she heard the squelch of gel being squeezed from a tube. A hand spread her ass cheeks to expose her anus. Santos rubbed the cool, thick gel on the tight little mouth. When he inserted his finger, she gasped and thrust against Antonio.

“Easy, Beauty.” Santos applied more gel using his finger to spread it inside of her anus. “I want to make sure you’re ready.”

An image of his cock sprang to mind along with a niggling worry. He was a big man, what if she couldn’t take him?

She heard the tube hit the bedside table. Big hands spread her ass cheeks wide. The cool air hit the gel, and her anus tightened.

“I wish you could see what I do, Beauty. That tight little mouth all rosy and shiny just waiting for me to fuck it.”

Santos spoke under his breath. His skin seared hers, and his cock touched her. After positioning himself against the tight ring of muscle, he moved forward slowly. Her breath caught as waves of pleasurable pain washed through her. Her grip on Antonio’s neck tightened.

The pressure increased until Jane felt the muscles release. With slow, deliberate movements, Santos’s cock invaded her anus. He took his time giving her body the chance to adjust to his size. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he was buried inside her.

Jane clung tightly to Antonio. Sweat had broken out on her skin sealing his body to hers. With two sizeable cocks embedded in her body, she felt full—like never before. Her vision swam as she tried to assimilate the rush of sensations that assailed her, but the men gave her no time.

Careful to alternate their movements, they began to thrust. Fear vanished under the sensual assault. Antonio’s hands slid upward to hold her close while Santos gripped her waist, helping her to move in response to Antonio’s thrusts.

Time faded as the alternating thrusts ruthlessly forced her to a new level of arousal. Her body was trapped between the two men, a vessel of pleasure to be used according to their desires. She had no say in what they did. She was their captive.

“Oh, oh, oh!”

Her body tightened and urgency rode low and hard. Santos’s thrusts in her ass grew jerky and uncoordinated. His hands tightened on her waist, and she arched as high as she could to take all of him inside. His cock stiffened, and his roar filled the room. Her body began to shake.

“That’s it, Beauty. Take all of it.” Antonio’s voice seemed to be miles away. “All of us.”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Her body drew in on itself like a deep inhalation. His cock continued thrusting even as her body exploded around him. Light flashed before her eyes, and her nails dug into his shoulders. She was floating high above her body yet inexplicably tethered to each of them.

Antonio threw his head back, every muscle in his throat standing out in stark relief. His lips drew back and a feral snarl was torn from his throat. His hips thrust upward, his cock burrowing deeper into her pussy as hot jets of semen rushed into her body.

Spent, she allowed her head to fall forward to rest on his shoulder. They panted for breath, their bodies locked together like a piece of modern art. At that moment she wasn’t sure where she ended and they began.

Santos moved first, easing himself from her body. He kissed her on the cheek then left them. Without his heat her back felt chilled.

“How are you feeling, Jane?” Antonio nuzzled her ear.

“Limp.” Her voice came out as little more than a croak. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to move ever again.

He chuckled. “You’re an amazing woman, Jane Porter.”

She raised her head and their gazes met. He was smiling at her.

“You’re pretty impressive yourself,
Señor
Villareal.” Well aware he was still buried deep inside her, Jane wiggled her hips.

“Care to join me in the shower?”

“That sounds lovely.”

It took a few moments to convince her body to move. Slowly she untangled her limbs from his. Now she could only hope her shaky legs would support her. Antonio’s cock slid from her wet pussy setting off a curl of heat. She was amazed that after such a cataclysmic climax her body was able to feel anything, let alone arousal.

This was a new record for her.

Antonio took her hand, and together they walked to the bathroom. Just as they reached the door, Santos exited.

“The bed is all yours.” Antonio grinned. “But don’t get too comfortable as we’ll be back.”

“Marvelous.” Santos’s lips brushed her cheek.

Antonio started the water, and Jane stepped into the marble enclosure. Warm water poured from multiple jets in the ceiling and walls, and she sighed with happiness. The pulses of water felt good against her tired limbs.

Antonio joined her, with a cloth in one hand and soap in the other. Working the soap into the cloth, he drew it over her skin, carefully washing away the evidence of their tryst.

Charmed by his ministrations, Jane simply stood there as he bathed every inch of her body. His hands were sure, strong as they moved over her. In bed he’d proved himself to be a considerate lover, but this was a dimension of him she’d yet to experience.

Caretaker.

She hadn’t known what to expect when she invited them to take her to bed. Hot sex? Yes, definitely. But such tenderness? No. Both Santos and Antonio were men’s men, rugged, strong and definitely alpha, yet their tender, gooey centers were undeniable. A dull ache began in her chest.

Careful, girl…it’s only for the weekend.

Once he’d rinsed the soap from her skin, Antonio took his turn under the spray. Taking the cloth from his hand, she returned the favor. Every limb was thoroughly washed then rinsed. She marveled over every sculpted inch of his tight body. Humming lightly under her breath, she lathered his broad chest only to be distracted by his nipples. After rinsing away the soap she licked one, the bud hardened beneath her tongue.

“You’re looking for trouble, Beauty.”

“And I’m pretty sure I’ve found it.”

Smiling up at him, her tongue snaked out to lick the clean water from his chest. His face tightened and against her lower belly, his cock stirred.

Turning off the water, Antonio exited the shower. Taking a big towel he wrapped it around her. He dried her though she couldn’t help but notice he wasn’t as leisurely as he’d been in the shower. When he was done she wrapped a fresh towel around her body. Leaning against the vanity, she finger-combed her long hair as she enjoyed the show.

Her lover ran a towel over his body, and she enjoyed the ripple of muscle under tanned skin as he worked. His legs were long and his ass was high and tight, perfect for sinking her nails into. Where Santos was wiry, this man was muscled.

She’d found the best of both worlds.

Antonio tossed his towel on the vanity then took her hand.

“Come on.”

Together they walked into the bedroom. Santos lay on the bed with a smile on his face and one hand around his semi-erect cock. Without hesitation Jane shed the towel and climbed on the bed. Crawling between his legs, she moved his hand from between his legs.

“May I?”

“As you wish.” His smile was lazy.

Lowering her mouth to his cock, she ran her tongue up the shaft. He shuddered and she repeated the motion. When her lips closed around the head, Santos bucked his hips.

Closing her eyes, Jane sank over his cock until she could take no more. Dragging her tongue along the sensitive underside, she wrapped her fingers around the base, working her fist up and down in a gentle pumping motion. His breathing took on a faint hiss.

His fingers dug into her hair as if to guide her movements, but she’d have none of it. Resisting the gentle tugs, she increased the pace. Running her tongue over the broad head, she swirled it over the narrow opening. The salty sweet taste of semen coated her tongue.