House of Pleasure by Deborah Court (good books to read in english .TXT) 📕

like a rollercoaster ride. He was commanding, sexy as hell, self-assured on the brink of arrogance, wild and untamed. Ryan, he was the ideal romantic lover, sexy too, but in another way. He was the type a woman could make love with for hours in front of the fireplace, drinking champagne.

When she finally dared to open her eyes, she saw that she was lying in the middle of the gorgeous twins. Luke lay to her right, sleeping naked on his belly, his face turned to her. He had wrapped one arm possessively around her waist, firmly holding her down so she couldn't escape him. His muscular back and delicious male butt were so beautiful it took her breath away. His warm clean breath smelled slightly of a good single malt and tickled her cheek.

On her other side was Ryan, snuggled against her with every part of his body. He had one arm under her, so her head rested comfortably on his sculpted chest, and he had buried his face in her hair. His other arm was slung around her hip, his hand resting exactly on the dark triangle between her legs as if to say "that's mine." She could hear his steady heartbeat, calming her. He made her feel so safe. But as she closed her eyes again with a contented sigh, thinking about drifting to sleep once more, she suddenly felt something hardening against her upper thigh on Ryan's side, something definitely large and male. The fingers covering her mound began to stroke her, very softly. She went rigid with surprise.

"Shh, my love," Ryan whispered into her hair, so low that she could hardly hear him. "Oh yes, I am awake. Now hold very still, will you? Don't move, and be quiet. We don't want to wake him up yet."

Jane wanted to answer, but Ryan hushed her again and continued to caress her gently. "You are so beautiful, Jane," he whispered, "especially down there."

His hand moved lower, and a long finger parted her nether lips, finding the center of her pleasure. Jane opened her mouth to cry out, but he reached around her head and quickly covered her lips with his other hand, silencing her. If they didn't want to wake up Luke, she could not even move her hips, his arm was securely locked around her waist and he would notice it. His nose nearly touched her face so not a single moan was allowed to escape her. Her heart beat quicker with excitement. The fear of being caught by Luke increased her desire tremendously.

She felt him smile when he discovered her wetness and he dipped his finger deep into her slick channel, lubricating it before he began stroking her little nub of flesh. Ryan was incredible, he knew exactly the way she liked it. He didn't go for the goal too roughly like most men did, but circled it with the tip of his finger, massaging her indirectly. He used more pressure there, but was unbelievably gentle when he moved over her tiny bud, as soft as the touch of a rose petal.

Trembling, she began to dig her teeth into the hand that covered her mouth, barely holding back her lustful moans. He moved his hand even lower, using his thumb now to rub her while his other fingers entered her, one after the other, widening her tenderly. When he started to give pressure to her g-spot, she nearly cried out loud, so overwhelmingly sweet was the torture of his fingers. Where on earth had he learned this? He did it perfectly, as if he knew all the secrets of her body.

The fact that she still wasn't allowed to move or utter a sound made the experience all the more intense. He massaged her harder and faster, not changing his movements when he felt her coming. Her climax came so suddenly that she bit hard into his hand, tears of joy welling up in her eyes and staining her cheeks. She convulsed about the long fingers that slid in and out of her like a steam engine, never stopping until she was completely satisfied. Ryan's hard shaft grew even more, throbbing with want against her bare skin, and he kissed her brow, smiling.

When she finally relaxed she discovered that Luke's breath beside her had changed; it wasn't calm and steady anymore but much quicker now. Jane turned her head and found him staring right at her, his blue eyes darkened with rage and desire.

Abruptly, he said up, looking down at her flushed body. "So beautiful," he said. "And so ready to be loved by me … by us," he added with a side glance to Ryan who didn't look guilty at all, but was watching them with an amused smile. "You are enjoying this game, aren't you, Jane? You just enjoy whatever each of us can provide you with. But what will you do, if I join forces with Ryan, and we start to set the rules?"

"This is a splendid idea, Luke," Ryan said, rising from the bed, too. "But we should let Jane decide if she dares to try our little experiment."

Confused, Jane looked from one to the other twin. They seemed to be able to read each other's minds, as they obviously had just made some plans about how to progress in their threesome relationship. She wasn't sure if she really wanted to know what they had in mind.

"Let us love you, Jane," Luke said. "Together. But you don't know who of us it will be. We'll blindfold you and make you decide who gives you the greatest pleasure."

Ryan nodded. "Maybe then you'll be able to choose," Ryan added. "You can trust me … us," he added and stretched out his hand to caress her cheek. "Give in, my beautiful Jane. I know that you'll enjoy this."

She drew a shuddering breath when she felt a shiver of anticipation running down her body. Then a slow smile spread over her face. "Agreed. But I'm not sure