Her Three Protectors [The Hot Millionaires #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (12 page)

“True, but I hate waiting.”

“I’m sure we can think of something to do to pass the time and take our minds off things,” Beck said, grinning at Porcha.

“Any other suggestions?” Troy asked.

“I think Woollard’s camped out in the Jupiter house,” Adam said, “and that we ought to pay him a little visit.”

“Because if he wants to take over from Sal, he has to move in on his property, too, otherwise Sal’s foot soldiers might not follow him.” Troy nodded in agreement. “Very likely, but it’s a long journey across state, and I don’t want to make it unless we’re sure he’s there. Besides, he knows we’re with Porcha and might be expecting us. I’m not saying we couldn’t get past his security—”

“Glad to hear it,” Beck said. “For a moment there, I thought you were going soft on me.”

“Oh, we’d get in all right, especially with a little insider knowledge to give us the edge.” Troy tweaked Porcha’s nose. “But I don’t think it’s an acceptable risk right now. There has to be another way.”

“We could be proactive, get Porcha to ring Woollard and set things in motion,” Adam mused. “That way there’s less chance of Georgio being targeted.”

Troy rubbed his chin. “Or, assuming Woollard had access to Porcha’s e-mail, we could get her to send a message to Georgio, saying that she feels safer now and doesn’t need us anymore. Especially since we appear to be more interested in getting into her pants than in keeping her safe—”

“Good thinking,” Adam said. “That’ll make him furious.”

Beck nodded. “And furious men make mistakes when they’re thinking with their dicks.”

“Right.” Troy grimaced. “She could tell Georgio that she’s going…going where?”

“That I’m going home to England,” Porcha said. “That I’ve arranged to meet a guy who can get me a passport. I could say I’m convinced that once I get back to England no one will follow me there and I’ll be safe.”

“Might work,” Adam mused. “Obviously we’ll be there, not you, ready to take Woollard down.”

“I’d like to go, too.”

“Absolutely not!” three male voices said in unison.

“Sorry, babe,” Troy added, “but we don’t know how many people he’ll have with him. We’ll have our hands full and won’t be able to protect you.”

“I don’t need protecting.”

“The hell you don’t!” Porcha was still on Troy’s knee. Beck crouched in front of her and ran his index finger down the length of her leg. “Leave this to us, Porcha. It’s what we do, and we do it well.”

“He’s right,” Adam said. “We’re not trying to dominate you, if that’s what you’re thinking. We promised that would only happen when we play our sex games, and we’ll keep our word.”

“But this is different.” Troy smiled at her. “We’ve only just found you, and we have no intention of getting you killed.”

“Oh, you three!” Porcha sprang from Troy’s lap and threw her hands in the air. “What do I have to do to convince you that I can take care of myself?”

Beck stood beside her, grinning, obviously about to make one of his off-the-wall comments. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. Porcha walked up to him and with a soft sigh leaned her back against his chest.

“You’re right,” she said. “All of you.”

“We are?”

She sensed Beck’s confusion and played the helpless female for all her worth. Catching sight of Troy’s lazy half smile in the periphery of her vision, she sensed he knew what she was about to do, but he didn’t warn her off.

“Rub my shoulders, Beck,” she said, wiggling her ass against him. “I’m so tense I feel I could break in half.”

Beck grinned. “My pleasure, babe.”

The moment he applied his hands to her shoulders she sprang into action. Grabbing one of his arms over her shoulder, she caught him off balance and used his body weight against him, applied a swift kick to the back of his knees, and sent him flat on his ass.

Adam and Troy roared with laughter.

“Just proving a point,” Porcha said sweetly.

Beck sprang to his feet, pulled her into his arms, and growled at her. “You’re still not coming with us!”

“No, you’re not,” Troy agreed. “You took Beck by surprise, but Woollard knows what you’re capable of and won’t underestimate you.”

“But feel free to do that to Beck again any time,” Adam said, still laughing. “I’d pay to see a repeat performance.”

“I’m sorry I put you on your ass, Beck,” she said meekly.

“Oh, think nothing of it.” He grabbed her round the waist and swung her in the air. “It’s nothing compared to what I have planned for your sweet rear later on. Forget about all that bollocks about revenge being a dish best served cold. Steaming hot’s the only way to get even, in my view.”

She fluttered her lashes at him. “Is that a promise?”

“As to your coming with us, Porcha,” Troy said. “I still haven’t decided if we ought to even send that e-mail, so it could be a moot point. I’m gonna think on it for the rest of the day.” He frowned. “Part of me thinks we’re missing something here, and I hate going into anything half cocked.”

“That’s not a problem I’ve noticed you wrestling with,” she said, grinning.

The other two guys merely grunted, clearly used to Troy taking time over important decisions.

“I guess I’d better get in the gym for an hour,” Beck complained, putting Porcha back on her feet.

Adam glanced between Troy and Beck. “You two look pretty damned smug. Did I miss some fun when I was out earlier?”

Beck shrugged. “Porcha helped us to feel more comfortable, is all.”

“Come here, Porcha.”

She responded to Adam’s commanding tone on autopilot, moving to stand in front of him with lowered eyes. Beck shrugged and made for the garage. Troy headed for the study.

“Don’t wear her out,” he said as he left. “We’re gonna have a big party tonight, and Porcha’s the star attraction.”

“Gotcha!”

Porcha lifted her eyes sufficiently to see Adam make himself more comfortable on the couch. He leaned back, ran one arm along its back, and splayed his legs, giving her a good view of the bulge in his pants.

“Take your clothes off,” he said. “Why are you wearing any indoors anyway?”

“Troy said I had to get dressed after he fucked me, master. He said when we have business to discuss it’s too distracting if I’m naked.”

Adam chuckled. “Damn right it is!”

Porcha was wearing a short denim skirt. She unzipped it and let it fall slowly to the floor. She lifted her top over her head and threw that aside, too. Then she stood where she was, hands neatly folded, awaiting his next order.

“And the rest.”

He rubbed his erection through his pants as he watched her remove her bra and thong.

“Stand with your legs apart so I can see your pussy, and then play with your tits. Make me hot for you, baby.”

Porcha did as he asked, moulding her large breasts through her hands, allowing the hard nipples to peak over the top, her eyes never leaving his face. Adam inhaled sharply when she ran her tongue along her lower lip and pulled it through her teeth. Even so, he appeared in no hurry to touch her and made her stand there for a long time touching first her tits and then her cunt, sliding her fingers in and out, agitating her clit as her juices poured. She was close to orgasm, just because she was touching herself and Adam was watching her with such fascination—to say nothing of his raging hard-on—but she knew better than to come without his permission.

As she continued to put on a show for him, Porcha became more and more desperate for Adam’s cock. She rotated her head, her hair cascading over her face, lips parting in desperation. Finally, just when she thought she couldn’t take any more waiting, she heard Adam’s zipper being yanked down. She glanced up just as a huge, very angry erection sprang free from his pants. He threw his tank top off, displaying a six-pack to match Troy’s and Beck’s, and beckoned to her with one finger.

“Come and kneel here.” He tapped the floor between his legs. “Submit to me, Porcha. Do it now.”

Porcha didn’t hesitate. As soon as she was in position, he started giving her orders in such an authoritative way that excitement ricocheted through her. She absolutely loved commanding men, and it appeared that she’d pitched up in a house with three of them, all anxious to fuck her. When did she get to be so lucky?

Adam ordered her to rub his cock between her breasts. He moaned as she did so but made no move to touch her. Even when he ordered her to suck him and she felt his prick swell to even greater proportions inside her mouth, he kept his hands to himself. She turned round and knelt with her ass in the air so he could rub his erection down the split in her ass. It felt like heaven, even though Adam continued to sit with his hands laced behind his head and didn’t lay a finger on her.

He had her turning cartwheels for half an hour, still without touching her. Who would have thought that being admired but not touched would be one of the most erotic experiences of her life? To see such lust in his eye, to watch his cock growing to impossible proportions, to be aware how much he wanted her and yet still had the discipline not to touch. She desperately wanted to be spanked, or punished in some other way, just to heighten her already frantic anticipation. She realized now that by not touching her, that was precisely what he was doing.

Eventually, just when she thought she couldn’t take the waiting for a moment longer, he ordered her to straddle him. But it was obvious that he still didn’t plan to use his hands. She was expected to do all the work, and that was just fine with her. She sank down onto that glorious cock, sighing as it invaded her cunt like a laser, sending sensation sweeping through every inch of her body as she greedily took him all. He didn’t move a muscle but simply watched her as she closed her vagina tightly round him, her cunt on fire with the deep-seated need she felt.

“Do you need to come, little one?” he asked.

“Yes, master, if it would please you.”

“How much do you need it? What would you be prepared to do in return for permission to orgasm, sweet Porcha?”

“Chain me down and whip me, sir.” Porcha’s voice was an anguished moan as she rode Adam’s cock without any help from him. He continued to sit stock-still, his control extraordinary. “You’re so big, master. I need to feel you hard inside me.”

“Feel it, babe.”

Suddenly, Adam was all action. He thrust into her so hard and deep that she cried out with a combination of pleasure and pain, meeting him halfway as he picked up the pace, absolutely loving the feel of his huge prick invading her body.

“You’re so fucking tight, Porcha, you’re driving me insane. Come on, babe, let’s do it. Ride it, sweetheart, take what you want. You can come.”

Music to her ears. Porcha thrashed down on his cock, pushing one heavy breast so close to his mouth that he instinctively caught the nipple between his teeth and bit it. The sensation was almost too much, and she screamed as she climaxed, throwing her head back and glorying in the endless waves of pleasure that spread through her like a starburst.

Adam was still rock hard inside her when she eventually stopped coming.
How does he do that?
She lowered her eyes and moved more slowly.

“Thank you, master,” she said softly.

“Get on the floor. I want your ass.”

He took it, hard and fast, making her come again moments before he did. He collapsed on top of her, breathless and sweating, when he was finally spent.

“Remind me to punish you later,” he said, laughing as he rolled to one side and pulled her, naked, on top of him.

“Is it safe to come in now?” Troy asked, poking his head round the door.

Adam pulled himself up on one elbow and grinned. “Since when do you bother to ask?”

Troy had listened to Adam and Porcha making out. From the sounds of things, Adam was in one of his
keeping his hands to himself
moods, for which he was famous. Even Troy had trouble maintaining that much control, but Adam had never told him and Beck how he managed it. Troy would give a lot to know where he went to inside his head to resist the almost-overwhelming temptation that Porcha must have presented him with. What man with a pulse could resist getting their hands on those glorious tits? Still, Troy didn’t blame Adam for keeping his mouth shut about his technique. They might be buddies, workmates, and housemates, together practically 24/7, but they were still individuals with secrets of their own that they didn’t share.

Troy strolled into the room and smiled at the tangle of sweaty limbs on the rug. Porcha looked up when she heard him but immediately lowered her eyes again.

“Go and get showered, both of you,” he said. “I’ll see to lunch.”

Adam stood and helped Porcha to her feet. “That was quite something, babe,” he said, pulling her into one of the slow, incendiary kisses that he favored.

“I aim to oblige,” she said when he released her, skipping toward the stairs.

“Don’t bother to put any clothes on when you’re clean,” Troy said to her. “We prefer you the way you are now.”

She flashed the type of naughty grin that would earn her a good hiding later.