Page 12 of A Royally Fake French Menage (Rippton U Creatives #3)

I didn't give him a chance to answer, pushing him back onto the bed.

Jacques stumbled, his knees collapsing beneath him until he lay there, stunned.

My name fell from his lips with a delectable sigh as I tapped his legs apart and was on him in a second, rubbing our fully clothed bodies together in a mounting frenzy.

Jacques held my nape tight, keeping our mouths fused together. "The door isn't locked.”

I growled and slammed his head back against the bed, furious he’d interrupt my progress. "Let it be unlocked. I'll protect you. "

Shock crossed his features as he stared at me. "But… That’s not your job," he stammered.

I shoved myself away from the bed. “I’ve been doing a shit job if that’s what you think.” I stepped back, shucking my shirt off and tossed it somewhere behind me. Then I stilled, and watched him.

Wordlessly, Jacques rolled onto his knees and ran his hands over my body. Every plane of muscle reacted to the memory of his touch in tiny shocks.

“I’ve missed you,” he breathed.

My eyes narrowed. “Have you? I always thought you’d move on when I didn't come back,” I taunted, enjoying the sense of power overflowing my veins as he knelt for me.

“I hoped,” he whispered.

At that I fell silent, letting him explore.

Jacques touched my skin as much as possible, exploring with a sense of fragility I wasn’t used to from him.

He rubbed his body against mine as he pushed my pants open and ran his fingers across my stomach, over the ridges of lean musculature there.

When he reached my waistband, he rose unsteadily, circling my body until his chest pressed my back, hard cock against my ass.

Jacques reached around for the buttons on my slacks, his lips pressed to my throat beneath my ear. The soft sounds of sex filled the room as he licked and sucked at my skin.

"No marks," I breathed, flexing my fingers gently at my sides, desperate to drive myself into his body. To reclaim him as mine.

"What if it was your American girl, hmm?

Do you remember her touch like this?" He laughed softly.

The power shifted back to him as he slid his hand into my boxers, fondling my pulsing cock.

His thumb glided smoothly over my head, glossing it with a bead of precum that dripped there.

"You always liked silky material.” He pushed my slacks away until they pooled around my ankles.

"I remember you liked how it felt I played with you.”

“I was supposed to be fucking you,” I managed.

Hot breath stroked my cock as he extracted his hand to fondle my balls with his fingertips over the silky material that heightened every intimate caress.

I shuddered against his body, spreading my legs for him.

Air left me as he found my cock again and rubbed me.

His other arm wrapped around my waist to press flat on my stomach, pulling me back into him.

"Can I make you come, my lord?" He grazed his stubble along my cheek, pressing a kiss to my temple.

The door swung open. Genie entered, already chattering though I hadn’t seen her all day. "That maid, the one your stepmother sent me, is abysmal. Is she an intelligence agent for–"

She froze as she spotted us, her mouth open in a pretty ‘o’ shape, her eyes taking in everything laid out before her in a cornucopia of sinful evidence.

My face heated, lips hanging open as I panted for another lover.

Jacques’s arm tightened around my waist, his broad hand palming my cock still, stroking gently.

Fuck, if she keeps watching me with shocked eyes like that I think I’ll burst.

The concept of spilling myself in Jacques’s knowing hand for him while she watched left my cheeks blazing with humiliation. A groan worked its way free of my throat without my permission as I rubbed my ass against his cock.

And Genie never. Stopped. Watching. Us.

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 hand dropped 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, seeking his permission.

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.