Page 24 of A Royally Fake French Menage
A few quick steps brought her back to the door. Her hand landed on the handle, soft lips still parted.
"Genie," I panted, trying to focus on anything other than the erotic rhythm Jacques's handmade, stroking my cock oh so slowly. "I didn't mean for you to see–"
Genie’s eyes dropped to my boxers where Jacques put on a show for her, squeezing my swelling length torturously, the head extending past the waistband of my pants. Precum coated my skin, both cooling and embarrassing. Fuck, if he kept this up I’d disgrace myself in seconds on my belly, right before the girl I wanted so badly. Not that she was likely to want to play now. I opened my mouth to object, to lie—anything—but she beat me to it.
"For me to miss out on all the fun?" Both eyebrows rose as she flicked the lock behind her and tested the handle.
Fuck me, I wouldn’t last ten seconds between them.
“Want to watch,chérie?” Jacques licked a long line along my throat as I moaned for him.
Precum dangled in a long strand from his thumb when he pulled his hand away, leaving me humping the air, desperate and in need. Jacques ignored me. His attention was on another form of prey.
Color flushed Genie’s cheeks as she leaned against the wall, running her fingers between her breasts. Her other handdropped to the short hem of her dress and hiked it up a little to expose her creamy thighs and silky stocking tops.
Jacques’ smile grew wicked and positively sinful. "Don't stop playing on our account.”
A growl rumbled against my throat as Jacques tilted my head back and kissed me deeply. His fingers closed around my balls, working them slowly, stroking me butterfly soft. “Don’t you fucking come,my lord.”
“This wasn’t what I had in mind.” I managed. I couldn't keep my eyes off Genie, flashing her white silky panties, and nearly blew in Jacques’s hand despite his order.
Or maybe because of it.
“Change of plans.” He gripped my hair and pulled tight, a role reversal of our playtime from before. “You can fuck me some other time, Barclay." He stressed my name mockingly. "Tonight, you can fuck both of us together.”
The image of being penetrated by him and sinking balls deep in Genie all at once filled my mind with a delectable image that left me a hot, moaning mess in his arms.
Jacques laughed, the sound low and sinful as he crook his finger at Genie. “Come here, American girl. Allow a true Frenchman to show you a good time, yes?” He wielded the borrowed Americanism like a cracking whip.
She stared between us, her fingers dropping from her scrunched hemline. Genie moved away from the safety of the wall, her steps dainty and unsure to start. Seconds later her hands pressed to my chest as she rose up onto her toes and settled her mouth against mine.
Soft kisses feathered my lips, gentle and tentative. Her gaze broke from mine as she glanced over my shoulder, seekinghispermission. Something shattered inside me as Jacques laughed again. I kissed her hungrily, winding my fingers through her hair to secure her against me. “Mine. Both of you are fucking mine,”I groused, letting Jacques take my weight as I balanced against him to wrap an ankle around his calf.
Genie sighed, sinking her smaller form against me. She mumbled something incoherent against my lips, rubbing her body to mine as I softened my torturous, possessive hold in her hair, tugging gently at the roots until the kiss broke.
Jacques pushed me aside, reaching for her.
"Share," I managed to murmur again.
Her gasp left me aching and straining against the hand that never let me go. His grip remained firm, his touch far too sweet for the situation as his hand slammed over mine on the back of her head and crushed his mouth to hers. Her body rubbed against mine as she responded to his kisses. Soft moans falling from her lips as he worked her like an instrument made just for him. I should have been jealous, but the movement of their bodies with me pinned between them paired with Jacques’s ever moving hand on my cock drove me slowly insane.
“Jacques,” I gasped, arching as he fisted my cock hard, squeezing until I thought I might burst, though in reality his tight grip prevented me from busting all over her pretty skirt and disgracing myself until I could control my urges.
“Let me,” Genie said when Jacques released her.
She slipped her fingers through the tiny pearl buttons on front of her dress until she wiggled her arms out to leave her body bare from the waist up. Then she knelt before me, nuzzling Jacques’s knuckles. Hazel eyes raised to him, seeking his permission before she touched me.
He started down at her for a moment, his hand stilling. Then he nodded, leaning down to lick my shoulder and sank his teeth into my flesh as I writhed against the pleasure and pain blossoming beneath my skin. Not that I got much of a breather; as his hand released me, her mouth closed around my cockhead.
“Gentle,chérie. He’s ready to spill precious fluid.” Jacques caressed the back of her neck as she took me all the way to the back of her throat in her hot, wet little mouth.
I fumbled behind me, finding Jacques’s fly and tugged his cock free in movements that lacked grace but fuck it, with all their hands on me I could barely focus. I tugged hard until he got the message and moved up beside me.
“Both of us, Genie.” I coughed the words out on a single breath before my throat closed with an excess of pleasure.
Then I couldn't speak at all.
She smiled up at me with eyes aglow with need, curling her fingers around Jacques’s cock. Her tongue peeked out between red glossed lips, licking first his cock, and then mine. She swapped between us for a few moments while he caught my mouth again, his kiss searing and brutal, her kisses and licks below sweet and soft. Her moans as I flexed in her mouth drew me back to her, and I broke his kiss unwillingly.
