"I'd better be, kitten," the Brit growled before he smashed his mouth to hers in a hot, demanding kiss. He was not surprised to see his best mate behind Gillian, nibbling on her exposed shoulder. John felt his control slip when her small, porcelain hand slid down his expensive black suit and began to massage the huge erection in his pants. Damn, this woman drove him insane! Breaking the kiss, John whispered, "I love you too."
"Let me take care of you and Patrick, Bear," Gillian moaned, loving the feel of both men on her. Her pussy was dripping wet with need. She wanted these men so badly, but she was determined to keep her damn dress on, at least for now. "Let me take the edge off."
"What did you have in mind, love?" Patrick asked by her ear, his eyes briefly touching John's a moment. The Irishman saw the same dark lust in his brother's eyes that he was feeling.
"You two sit back in the booth," Gillian almost purred, nibbling on her bottom lip. As they did, she watched John motion to Luther and the guards to move away to give them privacy. She looked at both of them and said, "Relax, gentlemen. This is going to feel good, I promise. Just remember, you both owe me later."
Gillian then grabbed and knotted each man's tie in a hand. Pulling John to her with his tie, she kissed his lips and rubbed her tongue sensually against his. She then playfully pushed him back and released his tie before her hand made its way down his torso to his pants. Unzipping the expensive linen, Gillian pulled his cock out and hungrily looked into his eyes. His mouth again found hers as she began to stroke the tip of the mushroom shaped head. She giggled and bit his bottom lip when she heard the audible groan escape his delicious mouth. As she continued to jerk and stroke John's massive, hard erection, she turned her attention to Patrick, who immediately captured her mouth. Deepening the kiss, Gillian felt John's greedy tongue and lips on her neck as her hand slid down Patrick's muscular body to his big, meaty dick. Just as Gillian pulled out his cock and began to stroke it simultaneously with John's, her British lover demanded a kiss by using his fingers to pull her face to his. And when John began to mate his tongue with hers, Patrick pulled her face back to his.
Both men began to pump their hips upward as Gillian stroked their cocks with short, quick movements. They each took turns devouring her mouth and neck as their hands explored her body through the dress. Patrick's head fell back in pure bliss as John freed one breast and began to suck on Gillian's pert, rose colored nipple. The Brit's tongue trailed a path up her chest and neck to begin mating with her tongue again. Both men were on complete and total overload and had never allowed a woman to control them the way Gillian was doing. John and Patrick became so engrossed in the moment when she quickened her strokes that they felt their balls tightening in preparation for orgasm.
Pulling John's earlobe with her teeth, she whispered, "Are you ready to come for me, Bear?" The Brit only growled in response as beads of sweat rolled down his face. Gillian's clit throbbed painfully in her G-string, and she fought the urge to lift her own skirts and play with her pussy. She, too, wanted to come, but she wanted to please her men even more. Feeling John's teeth nibbling on her jaw as his finger plucked at her nipple, she knew he was ready to explode. Concentrating her quick strokes toward the tip of his cock, she felt the hot, sticky liquid pour over her hand as the orgasm ripped through him. She slowed her hand motions when her British lover bucked and cursed as he continued to spew the salty, cream colored fluid. As John's body began to relax, Gillian turned her attention to Patrick.
"Your turn, Patrick," Gillian cooed, looking deep into his turquoise eyes. Kissing his lips gently, she pulled back enough to whisper, "Come for me, baby. Come in my hand."
As if on command, the Irishman shot his load all over Gillian's hand as she began massaging his balls. He smashed his mouth to hers in a sloppy, passionate kiss before he pulled back to look deep into her eyes as his body convulsed and shook with his powerful orgasm. His breathing was heavy, and for a moment, he thought he saw a deeper emotion flash in her eyes before John moved her lips back to him. The Irishman relaxed back in the booth as Gillian's hand returned to his softening erection to play with the mushroom shaped head. Patrick O'Malley was quite sure he was falling in love with Dr. Gillian Morgan.
"So, did you boys like that?" Gillian purred, placing a gentle kiss on both their lips once more before she released their cocks and stood up. Taking an expensive linen from the dinner table, the beautiful American licked the cum from her fingers before wiping off the rest with the cloth. Tossing it on the table, she looked at them and her heart began to beat wildly in her chest. Each man looked relaxed and well-satisfied, with their softened cocks hanging out of the zipper of their pants. They looked so delicious that they made her mouth and her pussy water. Their eyes hungrily feasted on her as she put her large breast back in her dress. A huge smile played on her lips and a giddy sensation settled in her chest. These men belonged to her, and she still couldn't believe it!
"Where do you think you're going, kitten?" John asked, his hand shooting out to grab her wrist. He wanted to hold her, but more than that, he wanted to give her pleasure.
"I'm going to go clean up while you pay the tab," Gillian replied, a breathtaking smile on her ruby lips. "We're going to the theater, remember, and I don't want to be late."
A devilish grin crossed John's face as he watched the woman he loved saunter away. He quickly motioned for the guards to follow her to the restroom. Hurriedly fixing his pants, he looked at Patrick who also had a shit eating grin on his face. "Looks like tonight is going to be interesting, boyo. Think you're ready?"
"I'm always ready, mate. Let's get this started."
Chapter 9
The lights dimmed in the London theater as intermission ended and the second half of the musical began. Gillian sat between her two favorite men with a beautiful smile on her face. For the first time in her life, she was feeling loved, happy, and carefree. John and Patrick had made sure that they were seated in a very secluded royal box that overlooked the crowd and the stage below. Gillian's British lover had assured her the separation was due to the paparazzi, but she was sure it was done so each man could steal kisses and caresses throughout the play. Neither man had been able to keep their hands off her since she had arrived at the restaurant, and she couldn't get over how affectionate John had been. Even now, his hand was under her skirt on her bare thigh, and he occasionally leaned over and nuzzled her face and neck with kisses. Patrick was no different. The Irishman touched and embraced her often. Those touches were followed with sweet words and his hot mouth trailing a path from her shoulder to her lips. The grin on Gillian's face widened as she thought about the limo ride from the restaurant. Both men had taken turns eating her pussy and she had orgasmed at least three times. John had made sure that her dress had not come off, at least all the way. Even now, she sat with no panties on. Good thing no one saw the trio come in the back way.
"Are you enjoying the show, kitten?" John asked in her ear before playfully nibbling on the lobe.
"Yes, I am." She smiled, kissing his lips. "I love it, Bear, thank you. I have never had someone treat me so kindly."