Double Dealing: A Menage Romance(54)
He pulled me back onto his body, letting me lean into him, his chest pressed against my back. "I was so jealous of Francois as I sat over there. Part of me wants you all to myself, to be the only one who touches your body or has a place in your heart. Because you’re the only one who has mine."
Keeping up his soft mumblings of tenderness, he brought his right hand down down between my legs, rubbing in slow circles. After the orgasm Francois had given me, I’d expected to be sensitive, but Felix knew exactly how much or how little pressure my body needed, going slowly to let me recover.
I moaned, the last sound drawing out when his cock surged against my back. "Mmm, you want back there?"
"Yes," he whispered. His long middle finger parted my folds to penetrate me, sliding in and out around my clenching muscles. "But only if you want it."
"Later," I promised, "I promise you some time, you’ll have it, but not tonight.”
"I understand," he said softly, his voice happy with my promise. I knew that Felix would wait forever if needed for me to fulfill my promise, and be happy the whole time."
Felix added a second finger, curling them inside me until he found my spot. I squeaked as he began to rub, causing him to chuckle in my ear. His left hand found my breast again, teasing the nipple and massaging the soft weight while his fingers curled over and over, stroking time and time again. I'd had an orgasm like this once before, and it built differently. For long minutes I felt more intense pleasure in my breasts than down below, which felt increasingly like I needed to pee more than anything else. Then suddenly, the urge to pee was replaced with white hot pleasure, my body roaring toward another massive orgasm, my voice coming in incoherent growls and mewls as Felix drove me higher and higher.
“Let it go,” he whispered in my ear as he stroked his fingers one more time, my body exploding in another orgasm. I thrashed and tossed my head from side to side as I clenched around his fingers, his still hard cock pressed against my lower back. When it passed, I was wrung out, exhausted, but hungry for more.
I lost count of the number of times that they brought me to orgasm that night, knowing that I was secure and happy in their arms. It was the sexual equivalent of an all you can eat buffet, and I couldn't get enough. Fingers, tongues, mouths, and cocks teased my body until I lost all sense of time or place, knowing just that the man who was with me was devoted to me and I was devoted to him.
After hours of passion, I had awoken a powerful, commanding side to Felix, and even though I was exhausted, I couldn't help but respond. Filling me with his amazing cock from behind was the man who was my king, the one who commanded and I obeyed, and I was thrilled to my core by it.
He reached up and took my hair in his fist, wrapping it around his hand once. "Tell me want it, Jordan.”
“Please” I whispered, giving myself fully to him. “Give it to me.”
He thrust into me powerfully. He wasn’t going to last long, I could tell, but it didn't matter, he was pushing me just as quickly. He hammered deep into me, claiming my body completely.
His hips smashed into me and I couldn't help it — I cried out and pushed back, wanting him deeper and deeper inside me. I was higher than I'd ever been, my body unable to take more but demanding it anyway. The thick, veiny hardness of Felix's cock drove me higher and higher, until I couldn't even breathe. Still I pushed back, wanting more and more. "Now."
His single word triggered the most intense orgasm of the night. I'd moaned, I'd yelled, I'd screamed, but this was so intense I couldn't make a sound at all, my entire body seizing upon the feeling of his cock inside me, compressing to that one point. Felix groaned and his cock exploded, carrying me away in a flood of white energy that didn't fade as it spread through my body and carried me away to unconsciousness.
Chapter 24
Francois
The morning of the operation, just as the sun was rising, I left the barge. Stopping at a local garage, I picked up the small second-hand Vespa that we'd purchased for the heist. Small enough to park anywhere, I could connect the laptop we'd purchased to the battery of the scooter, giving it more than enough charge to do what needed to be done. The rig wasn't all that complex, and could be done with parts from any car shop. Taking Alex's advice, we'd purchased what the computer store called a netbook, a small laptop that was short on processing power but large on battery capacity and wireless Internet capabilities. I drove around the museum, looking for a good parking spot that wouldn't have the scooter towed or stolen. I found one in a parking lot near the museum and made sure to pay for the spot for the next twenty-four hours. After that, it wouldn't matter, since I wore gloves the entire time. If the police connected the scooter to the theft, they'd have nothing to go on. Even the netbook had been wiped clean before I turned it on and set it in the storage compartment underneath the scooter's seat. I put the keys in my pocket and walked away casually.
Taking public transport back to the barge, I was surprised at how nervous I felt. I hadn't felt this way about a heist in a long time, and I knew it wasn't the theft itself that was troubling my nerves. Despite the numerous issues with security, none of them were individually a challenge to my skills. I probably could have even pulled the job off without Felix. The biggest challenge inside the museum was the actual case the Quran was being stored in. It was made of bulletproof Lexan glass, which meant we couldn't shatter it, nor could we cut it with normal tools. Also, the case itself was actually built into its stand, meaning I couldn't lift off the case. However, the same way the Quran was put in was the same way we'd take it out, through a seam in the display case that had been chemically sealed in order to prevent heat damage to the book.