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  Keeping her eyes on him, Gemma slowly undid each button of her wine-colored blouse and slid it off, letting him take everything in. His gaze devoured every inch, fingers running over her pale shoulders, her slender throat. When she discarded her bra, he thumbed her nipples until each was a painfully hard point, cupping breasts that had grown heavy with arousal.

  “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” His voice was an almost unrecognizable growl.

  “I think I get the idea.”

  His hand slid into her hair. “I doubt it. Suck me off.”

  Hands trembling, blood racing with excitement, Gemma undid his belt and pants, pushing his slacks and underwear down his muscled thighs. For a man who spent so much time behind a desk, he was built like a god, the advantage of his huge in-home gym. Victor’s cock sprang free, already hard as a spike and vivid purple.

  “God, you must be so frustrated, baby.” She cupped him in her hand, not even able to close her fingers fully around his thickness.

  “It’s all your doing.” He groaned at her touch and pushed into her hand. The accusation in his voice made her grin. She ran her hand up and down his length, using the liquid that leaked out the tip to lubricate him. His hand wrapped her hair in his fist. “Stop playing and do as I told you. Use your mouth.”

  Oh, but she really did like to push him. She offered him an innocent look, and then leaned forward, drawing him into her mouth.

  The groan that welled up in him, deep and rich, made her pussy hum. His grip on her head tightened and she could feel him restraining himself, holding back. She’d slid her mouth only half way down him, but already he filled her mouth, stretching her lips. Slowly, she slid up and down, using her hand to stroke the lower part of his shaft that wouldn’t make it inside.

  Somewhere at the back of the plane, one of the men murmured in his sleep and a bed creaked. They wouldn’t have heard much now, but she’d been with Victor often enough to know there’d be no way all of them wouldn’t be awakened soon. The thought gave her a shocking charge and made her pussy clench.

  Gemma continued to work her mouth up and down his cock, swirling the tip with her tongue, flicking the slit. His familiar taste coated her tongue, masculinity and desire, and she worked him a little faster.

  “God, your mouth feels so good. Mm. Suck it.” His fingers thrummed and tweaked her nipples, turning them to aching buds, until she rubbed into his hand.

  His commands sent desire screaming though her. Gemma forced herself to slow down, not sucking, just working her mouth up and down, licking at him.

  He took her chin between his fingers. “Stop playing and do what I tell you.”

  Before she could reply, a door at the back opened and someone yawned while feet padded across the carpet toward the middle section of the plane. Self consciousness ate at her, and she pulled back without thinking.

  “Oh, wow. Sorry guys.” Cord stopped a few feet from them, dark eyes wide. “Just getting a drink.”

  Gemma gave him an awkward smile and cleared her throat, wiping her mouth. Victor only smirked and waited for Cord to walk past him to the bar. How could he remain so cool, so unaffected? His cock stuck out, inches from Gemma’s face and as long as a flagpole, and Gemma sat there, red in the face, with her boobs hanging out, skirt almost to her waist, yet Victor didn’t bat an eye. She envied his unshakable self confidence.

  Cord seemed equally unaffected, scratching a spot on his smooth chest as he poured himself some water. Dressed only in navy blue boxers, every inch of him looked as smooth and as dark as the night sky. No one could ever be as hot as Victor, but she wouldn’t have complained if she had to lick every inch of Cord’s muscled body. His full lips and angled face, long black dreads that fell down the sides of his chest, yeah, not bad for a third husband.

  “Are you done, yet, Cord?” Victor said.

  “Don’t stop on my account.” Cord drank his water and put the glass down, but when he turned, his huge, toothy smile suggested he wasn’t in a hurry to leave. “On second thought. Since the lady might be inclined to accept me as a husband along with y’all, I’m willing to submit myself for a test drive. I don’t expect her to accept a lifelong commitment to a man she’s never had.”

  Victor glanced at him, looking only mildly surprised. Then he looked at Gemma, one brow cocked. Well?

  Gemma looked up at Cord, then at Victor. How in the heck this could feel so natural, she had no idea, but there it was. She bent her head, taking Victor’s cock into her mouth again, and with her other hand, waved Cord over.

  Remembering she was supposed to be teasing him, she worked him slower than before, stopping all together to lick and swirl her tongue around the head of his already impossibly hard cock. Feeling it grow even harder.

  “What did I tell you, Gemma?” He pulled her head back, stopping her. She bit her lip, loving the feel of danger in his voice. He looked at Cord. “Since our Gemma appears to have forgotten how to suck a man’s cock, let’s give her a lesson, shall we? Hold her hands and her head for me, Cord.”

  Cord bent and his warm breath washed down her neck. “I have a better idea. Stand up, gorgeous.” His low, base timber, laced with what she thought was a Caribbean accent, stroked her pussy in a way no voice ever had before, incredibly erotic. Leaving no room to defy him.

  She stood while he stripped off his boxers. His cock, not as thick as Victor’s but wonderfully long, bounced free, already ready, and as dark as the rest of him. He sat where she’d been, pulling her into his lap. Gemma looked at Victor, noticing his unquestioning approval of Cord being first to take her. The bond, she guessed, as if she wasn’t his, but as if they were all one man.

  Cord maneuvered her so that the head of his cock stroked her already soaked folds, then he seated himself inside her in one swift, deft stroke that made her cry out. She barely had time to absorb his filling her before he took her arms, easily putting them behind her. He wasn’t overly rough, but firm, efficient, crossing her arms at the small of her back so as to easily grip both her wrists in one of his hands. Then he pushed her to lean forward and held her head in place for Victor’s waiting cock.

  “Perfect.” Victor pushed into her mouth, holding the base of his shaft to keep her from taking too much of his length, while Cord’s impressively large hand kept her head easily still for him.

  Victor’s length filled her mouth until she could barely breathe. When she made a small noise in the back of her throat, he pulled out, giving her a chance to catch her breath. She looked up, catching his eye, and the satisfaction there sent her pulse rate skyrocketing.

  “Now I get to watch you fuck him while you suck me off.”

  “Oh, fuck.” Gemma creamed instantly around Cord’s cock, clenching. Cord groaned and pushed slowly in and out of her, his other hand roving over her back to her ass. When Victor pulled all the way out of her mouth, she grinned. “Guys, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life, you know that, right?” Before Victor, she’d only been with a few guys, mostly from college, but none of them knew how to even make her wet, much less this.

  Cord chuckled.

  “We’re just getting warmed up.” Victor gave a wicked smirk. “And since you don’t seem to want to suck me properly on your own, we’re going to make you do it. And you’re going to fuck him while you do, you got that?” Before she could answer, his hand gripped the back of her head, angling it right. “Cord, if she resists, tan her fucking ass.”

  “Absolutely.” Cord released her head and lifted his hips, thrusting deep inside her, guiding her hips in the motion he wanted. The fullness, the stretching sent ripples of pleasure all the way to her toes and Gemma moaned around Victor’s cock while he slid in and out of her mouth in deep, hungry, possessive strokes.

  One hand on her hip, Cord slid his other over her ass, covering it with heat, slow strokes that suggested he was taking his time and enjoying the right he had to her.

  The sense of being used at both ends, so completely dominated by not one
but two hot men, nearly drove her over the edge. The urge to push them both was too great to ignore, though. She pulled her head back as if to escape Victor’s thrusts and stilled her hips, lifting as if to pull off of Cord’s dick.

  “Don’t even think about it.” Victor growled and shoved his cock into her mouth, filling her without mercy.

  As if taking Victor’s actions as his cue, Cord’s palm stung her ass while the other hand tightened on her hip. He impaled her hard and Gemma cried out in pleasure around Victor’s hardness. Meanwhile, Victor gripped her nape and began to thrust in and out of her mouth hard and fast.

  “We have our hands full with this one, I can tell. We gonna have to work to keep her in line.” Cord’s voice dripped approval.

  “That’s just fine. With four of us big strong men, even this little minx’ll learn to behave. Won’t you, Gemma?”

  The purity of his confidence riled the brat in her to vicious life and she made a petulant sound around his cock. She wasn’t that easily nullified.

  Again, Cord’s palm came down on her ass, and the sting made her whimper, even while it made her nipples turn to hardened bullets. He liked spanking. Perfect. It left Victor free to do so many other sexy things to her.

  Victor chuckled. Then his grip in her hair became a fist and he rode her mouth brutally, only his hand at the base of his shaft keeping him from going too deep. Cord sped up, panting behind her. The hand that had been in her hair gripped her hip, fingers bruising while his hips smacked against her ass.

  Soon, Victor grunted and hot liquid coated her throat, shooting all the way down to her stomach. Gemma gagged and he slowed to let her breathe. She licked him clean, just in time for Cord’s thrusts to turn frenzied. His hand dove between her legs, thumb strumming her clit, causing her own pleasure to skyrocket while he pounded her.

  An orgasm ripped through her just as Victor pulled himself out of her mouth, and she screamed. “Fuck, oh my God, yes!”

  Near the back of the plane, a door opened again and footsteps headed for them. Harrison’s voice drifted down the aisle. “If you three are going to make that much noise, it’s only fair if I get to join in the fun.”

  Embarrassment flooded Gemma as the gravity of what was happening hit her. Standing up, she wiped Victor’s juices from her mouth with a shy smile for Harrison, who stood a few feet away, stripped to the waist. Dark work slacks covered his long legs and his blond hair fell every which way, giving him a boyishly hot look he hadn’t had before.

  Oh, Jesus. Two men was hotter than she ever imagined, but could she take three?

  Victor nodded him over and Harrison stalked across the room to Gemma’s side.

  “Cord, take her mouth and give Harrison some access here.” Victor waited for Cord to get up, and then pulled Gemma over to the armrest of the couch. She was about to ask him what he was doing when he spun her away from him and shoved her over the armrest, bending her over into the cushions.

  “Oh god.” She chuckled her nervousness. Victor had never been a gentle lover, but this aggression was a surprise. Wetness slicked her already dripping sex, coating her thighs.

  She bit her lip and propped herself on her elbows, giving them her best offended look. “So am I just to bend over here while you three giant men slake yourselves like I’m some plaything?” God, please say yes.

  “Sounds good to me.” Harrison moved behind her when Victor shifted out of the way for him, while Cord sat on the couch in front of her. Facing sideways, his cock was already semi hard again, impressively thick even at half mast.

  Gemma leaned over and had barely taken Cord into her mouth when Victor’s fist took the back of her head and stabilized it, leaving her no choice but to accept whatever Cord did.

  A soft hiss left Cord and he thrust in and out, slow, taking his time. “God, your mouth is like heaven, girl.” He tweaked her nipples and massaged the cheeks of her ass. The ass he’d made sting so perfectly that she longed to feel the slap of his palm again.

  Behind her, Harrison kissed his way down her back, long, slow brushes of his lips that heated the skin, teasing flicks of his tongue while his cockhead stroked her wetness. Gemma sashayed her hips, needing this new, beautiful man inside her.

  Almost too gentle at first, he slid inside, filling her with rapture until she groaned around Cord’s cock, making his dick twitch. She needed his roughness, the aggression, for him to give her all of the frustration and stress she’d seen in his face that night.

  Looking at him through dinner, she got the sense of a man who loved his job, who lived for the chase, the wheeling and dealing, but who needed the outlet to release the inevitable stress that came with such a powerful job. She wanted to be his escape, his salve, his release valve, just as she had been for Victor so many times.

  But Harrison moved in and out of her with an exquisite slowness, obviously holding back. Gemma lifted her head from Cord and looked over her shoulder at Harrison. She caught his gaze, floored by the need that turned his blue eyes almost black.

  “Don’t hold back, Harrison. Fuck me. I can take it.”

  “Can you now?” The challenge in his voice, roughened with desire, made her pussy tighten around him. “You sure about that?”

  “I am.”

  A low groan rumbled out of him, like distant thunder, and he gave her a deliberately vicious thrust that went all the way to her toes.

  “Oh wow, yes.” She closed her eyes. “Don’t stop.”

  “Then how about you take it rough in both ends, Angel.” Cord pulled her head down to him and pushed his cock into her mouth. She made an approving sound in her throat and he shoved in and out.

  “Damn, she feels good, Victor. The perfect end to a tough day.” She heard the smile in Harrison’s words as his hands slid over her hips, savoring her curves.

  “Don’t worry about being gentle with her, boys. Gemma likes a good, hard fuck, doesn’t she?” He bent down to her. “Don’t you?”

  With her mouth full of Cord, she made another approving noise. Cord’s hand, roving over her ass, suddenly pulled away, then came down hard. The sting went right to her clit and she screamed around him in pleasure. Behind her, Harrison grabbed her hips with shocking force and began pounding, hard and fast. Cord fucked her mouth and came with a grunt, shooting his hot seed down her throat. When he released her, Harrison wrapped her hair around his fist and yanked her up to a half stand. Giving himself leverage while he slammed in and out.

  “Oh my god, guys, fuck!” Her whimpers filled the plane.

  “She does like a rough fuck, huh?” Harrison’s cock went even harder, twitching against her walls and he growled, his thrusts sharp.

  “She does. Come here, baby.” Victor took her chin and claimed her mouth, a hard, possessive kiss that only added to her spiraling desire. She groaned against his mouth and he kissed harder. Then he drew back and tossed a look at Cord, who’d gotten up. “Go get Mike.”

  Mike. Oh god. All four of them? Gemma’s knees weakened, threatening to fold under her.

  The idea of adding the last of their foursome must have done something to push Harrison over the edge, because he swore and sped up to a merciless pace. His fingers dug into her hips and he came, filling her already soaking sex with more seed.

  As the juices dripped down her thighs, it hit her. All of them had taken her unprotected. She’d hoped to have some time with Victor before she had his baby, but having any one of these men impregnate her? It baffled her that the idea seemed as right as the rest of it. If any of them gave her a child, it would bind them together in a whole new way the blood bond or a marriage couldn’t match.

  “Well, what do we have here?” Mike gave his cocky grin as he bent over, looking into Gemma’s eyes. She hadn’t even heard him come out of his quarters. “You guys were having a fuck fest without me?”

  “We’ll make it up to you, bro.” Cord.

  Panting, Gemma let Harrison help her up and leaned against him with a chuckle. “I don’t know if I can handle a
nother one of you right now. This is almost too much.” She felt sated and used, perfectly owned, and while part of her longed for more overwhelming pleasure, part of her wouldn’t have complained if she had a rest.

  “Not just yet.” Victor grabbed her arms and spun her toward the bar. He pushed her up against it, causing the bottles there to rattle. The aggression sent new desire shooting through her. “You’re not leaving Mike out of this.”

  He kicked her legs apart, swept the bottles off the counter, sending them smashing to the carpet. Then he pushed her cheek to the glass countertop and his mouth brushed her ear.

  “You’ll take whatever we give you, for however long we want. You got that?”

  The idea of having the decision taken from her, of being pushed like this thrilled her beyond measure. She whimpered her agreement. “Yes, Victor, I understand.” Fuck, I love this man.

  “Good girl. Someone get the ropes from the closet.”

  “Ropes? Oh, fuck, are you guys trying to kill me?” Her pussy throbbed in anticipation.

  Behind her, Mike chuckled. Then someone opened a door, then closed it again. A moment later, Mike returned and handed Victor four long lengths of white cord. Victor moved out of her line of sight and she felt him running his hands down her legs, then shoving her feet further apart. He slid one piece of rope around her ankle, tying it to the leg that supported the counter, then he did the same with the other ankle, tying it to the leg on the other end. The counter ran just long enough to keep her legs spread wide, giving access to all of her and opening her up to these men, but without over-extending her.

  While Victor worked, keeping the ropes loose enough not to chafe her ankles too much, Mike grabbed her arm and stretched it out across the counter beside her, tying the rope around her wrist at one end, then securing it to the top of the leg on the underside of the counter at the other.

  “So I hear you’re a bit of a brat.” His lopsided smile made her insides dance. He tightened the rope a little, securing her arm down, but she had a feeling he timed it to serve as a punishment. “I like making brats pay for their mistakes. You going to fuck with me, Gemma?”