A Most Pleasureable Offer Ch. 04

For the second morning in a row, Hannah woke up to an empty bed. Again, she stretched out and again, she took stock of the events from the previous day. She was sore, but less so than she would have thought. It was another glorious day outside and the curtains danced in the slight breeze. Hannah wanted to luxuriate in bed for hours but her stomach rumbled, forcing her to get out of bed and search for food.

Three sets of eyes alighted on her as Hannah made her way through the kitchen. She went automatically to Paris who engulfed her in his embrace, smoothing down her bare arms as she snuggled into him.

“Good morning,” he mumbled as he kissed the top of her head.

“Morning,” she replied, not attempting to hide the smile that played on her face.

“Morning, little one.”

“Sweetheart.”

Hannah smiled at the other men as a slight blush rose on her cheeks in remembrance of the previous night.

Just then a servant appeared. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Sorry to disturb you, Lord Paris, but there’s a call for you from your uncle. He says it’s important.”

Paris sighed at the interruption. He apologized to Hannah as he settled her on Cole’s lap. “Eat, Hannah,” he instructed as he left the room.

Hannah reached for the plate of waffles in front of her but Cole lightly slapped her hand away. “Uh-uh, sweetheart. You just sit here and let me feed you.”

“Well, if you insist,” she laughed lightly.

She let Cole feed her until she was bursting with food and happiness. Xander chatted with her about going for a hike later that day and joined in as Cole started to toss blueberries into Hannah’s mouth, laughing as she missed a few.

“No hiking today, I’m afraid,” Paris said as he came back into the kitchen. “Cole, Xander, something’s come up with my uncle.” He frowned and Hannah wished he was closer so she could smooth it from his forehead. “Sorry, Hannah. Will you be okay on your own for a while today? We’ll try to wrap this up as quickly as possible.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m sure I can manage.” She was disappointed but didn’t want to admit that she was suddenly very used to their presence.

“Feel free to explore the house but please don’t go too far off the grounds.”

“Yes, Paris.”

He sighed again, clearly not eager to attend to business, and Hannah was pleased with his reaction.

“Take care, little one. Try not to think of me too much today,” Cole joked as he slid Hannah off his lap. He kissed her, deeper than a goodbye kiss, leaving Hannah all the more disappointed. Xander was next, marking himself on her lips as if to ensure she would feel the pressure the rest of the day.

Then there was Paris. He eyed her up and down, taking stock of her disposition. They had yet to talk about last night and she knew he wanted to ensure she was okay. Wanting to assuage his concerns, she walked over to him and hugged him tightly.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be just fine on my own.”

Paris nodded but didn’t seem convinced. He leaned down to kiss her and while Hannah was expecting a similar kiss as the others, Paris quickly turned it into more. His hands found her back and then slid to her ass, molding her body to his. His tongue lashed out and she lost her breath at the urgency behind his kiss.

“If you need me, we will be in my office.” He finally said but Hannah was still catching her breath, so all she could do was nod.

Hannah spent the morning in the library. She opened the doors to the patio and read in the shade, loving the soothing backdrop of the ocean. A servant appeared as the morning wore away, leaving a tray of food behind.

There was more fresh fruit and a few sandwiches. There was also a stack of donuts, the icing thick and sweet. If Paris was trying to get her to eat more, she was not going to complain.

After lunch, Hannah began to feel restless. She brought the tray back to the kitchen and then, in a moment of inspiration, grabbed a pair of scissors and went out to the gardens. Lush, tropical flowers grew all around the grounds and she didn’t have to travel far to gather three large bouquets.

Inside, Hannah opened a few cupboards in the kitchen until she found success in the form of flower vases. She wasn’t sure if the men would think it corny to have fresh flowers in their rooms but she wanted to show her appreciation for all they had done for her.

Upstairs, she placed the first bouquet in her and Paris’s room. Next was Cole’s. It was slightly smaller than Paris’s with bright artwork on the wall. A picture on his dresser caught her eye. It was Cole, just a bit younger, surrounded by what Hannah assumed to be his family. He was still his happy self but he was more guarded than normal. There was so much about these men that she still did not know.

Xander’s room was next. She was expecting something darker but his room was bathed in brightness. The walls, the bedspread, it was all so calming. The artwork was abstract in shades of blue and Hannah’s eyelids instinctively drooped as she eyed his bed. It was so serene in his room. Perfect for a nap.

Her dress was comfortable enough but when she spied one of Xander’s shirts on a nearby chair, she couldn’t help herself. She stepped out of her dress and slipped his shirt on, instantly inhaling Xander’s lingering scent. The shirt hit her mid-thigh and before she could second guess her movement, she crawled into Xander’s bed. The sheets were cool and comfortable. Outside, birds called out gently and before she could even marvel at the feeling of luxury, Hannah was fast asleep.

Her sleep was dreamless until the end. There were no images, only feelings, and they were good feelings, indeed. Slowly her body woke up and with a moan, Hannah entered into consciousness.

Further down her body, Xander chuckled. “’Bout time you woke up, little one. Don’t want to sleep through your orgasm, now do you?”

“Xander,” Hannah gasped as his tongue went back to her clit, licking her slowly.
He nipped her clit before moving up her body until his head reached her pillow. His lips gleamed in the light from her wetness.

“You stopped,” Hannah pouted, her lip jutting out.

Xander took advantage and bit her bottom lip before chuckling again. “Paris said that under no circumstances were we to put our dicks in you today because you would probably be too sore.”

“Oh.” Hannah couldn’t help but pout again. She was sore, it was true, but the feeling from last night still echoed in her bones.

Expecting him to be as disappointed as she felt, Hannah couldn’t understand why Xander smiled wickedly, his dark brown eyes full of mischief.

“Not to worry, Hannah. There’s a reason Paris needs us as his advisors. For Paris, everything is black and white. I, on the other hand, can see all the shades of grey. So, while I sadly will not have my dick your delectable pussy, it does not mean that I can’t lick that delicious pussy of yours. Nor does his edict prevent you from using your expert mouth on me.”

“Oh.” Hannah repeated her refrain, her eyes lighting up at the implication.

Xander kissed her, surprising her as she could taste herself on his lips. Her hands went to his hair, loving the feel of it in her hands. His beard scratched her face but she found she loved the roughness of it.

He moved onto his back and looked up at Hannah. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, Hannah. Finding you in my bed just now, your mess of hair on my pillow. Then seeing you in nothing but my shirt. Feel free to use my bed to nap in whenever you want.”

“It is quite the comfortable bed,” she agreed with a smile.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Xander repeated. “I need to taste you again, Hannah.”
He arranged her then. Xander lay on the bed and flipped Hannah so she faced away from him. “I want you to sit on my face, then lean down and use that expert mouth of yours on my cock.”

His words were so raw and she blushed, despite everything they had done together. Xander’s hands moved to her hips and helped her into position. She was so exposed atop his face but one look at his cock and Hannah knew he was enjoying this.

Hannah leaned down. She kept one hand on the bed to steady herself and placed one hand around the base of Xander’s cock. Her eyes popped open as Xander’s tongue moved through her, licking her seductively. He swirled his tongue at her clit and she moaned in pleasure.

In front of her was Xander’s cock. In the bright daylight of the room, she licked up the underside, finding every vein, every ridge. Xander moaned as her tongue glided over his slit and then his tongue thrust inside her pussy and she was the one moaning.

Again and again, they traded movements. It was hard for Hannah to focus on her task and she worried about the job she was doing but Xander made no complaints. She bobbed her head on his cock, alternating her attention on moving her tongue just so and feeling Xander’s mouth as he continued his pleasurable assault on her pussy.

Everything felt good and Hannah recognized that slow burn feeling spread through her. She was so close. She had long stopped worrying about her position and instead accepted the act for the thrill it gave both her and Xander.

Inside her mouth, Xander worked his cock and she recognized that he was getting close. She moved her hand from the base of his cock to his balls and massaged them gently at first, wanting to prolong his pleasure.

In response, Xander sucked harder on her clit, ratcheting her up even more. His grip on her hips tightened as he held her still, alternating between fucking her with his tongue and gliding it expertly over her clit.

She was so close. Unable to say much, she used her body to communicate. Her mouth clamped down harder on Xander’s cock, sucking him as far back into her throat as she could. Her nails scored lightly through his balls.

Getting the message, Xander made another pass over her clit before strongly sucking on it. Hannah fell into her orgasm as Xander bucked his hips into her mouth. She clamped her lips down, holding on for him, as his semen hit the back of her throat. She swallowed automatically as her orgasm spread through her body.
“Goddamn, you are a wonder, Hannah,” Xander breathed as he moved her back up to rest on his chest.

A giddy laugh broke out from Hannah as she recovered her breathing.

“Something funny, little one?”

“I’m still wearing your shirt,” she giggled.

“And you look dead sexy in it.” Xander sighed as he stroked her hair. “Come on, little one. It’s almost dinner and Paris will be wondering where you are. But keep my shirt on.” He kissed her forehead and while she would have happily laid in bed with him all day, her stomach rumbled again. Keeping up with all the men in her life sure was making her hungry.

When they came downstairs, Paris and Cole were lounging in the living room. She could smell delicious flavors from the kitchen and hoped it wouldn’t be too long before they ate.

“Ah, Hannah, there you are.” Paris smiled widely as she entered the room then faltered as she got closer. “What are you wearing and why do you have that freshly fucked look on you, Hannah?”

His eyes darted to Xander and Hannah followed his gaze, noting that Xander merely shrugged nonchalantly as he slid onto the couch opposite. Paris looked back at her, expecting an answer.
“Um, I was in Xander’s room and took a nap. In his shirt,” she added quickly. “Then, he um, woke me up and licked my pussy.”

“And?” Xander added smugly.

“And I sucked his cock,” she added quietly.

“Damn,” Cole whistled behind her. “Lucky bastard.”

Paris sighed and shook his head. “Always the grey areas, hm, Xander?”

“Just waiting for you to learn, Paris.”

Paris shook his head again as his smile reappeared. “Come here, Hannah. I’ve missed you today.”

She went eagerly to his lap, happy to be in his embrace again.

There was a change to Paris throughout dinner. It was slight and barely noticeable but Hannah could see it all the same. She wanted to ask him about his day but he steered the conversation to plans for the following day and what movie choices they wanted to watch after dinner.

They eventually moved into the media room. Paris had another call to take, although he assured her he would be quick, and Xander went about grabbing snacks, leaving Cole to pull her onto his lap.

“Loved the flowers, by the way, sweetheart.”

“I’m glad. The sunflowers reminded me of you right away,” Hannah explained.

“Hey, you’re hogging Hannah,” Xander complained as he threw a bag of licorice over to Cole.

“Um, I think you’ve had enough of her today,” Cole shot back. “She’s mine right now.”

Hannah couldn’t help but smile at their back and forth. She would gladly sit with either of them or between them, or on them. But, while Xander glared a little, he seemed to recognize the truth in Cole’s words and let them be.

“Let’s play a little game, sweetheart,” Cole whispered in her ear as Xander dimmed the lights and the movie started. It was a comedy this time.

“Yeah?” Hannah whispered back.

“It’s called the silent game. You have to be completely silent and if you aren’t, I’ll punish you.” The way he said the words had a tingle creep up her spine. Cole’s punishment would surely be sensual and not at all painful.

“Okay,” Hannah agreed.

Cole grabbed a blanket from nearby and draped it around them. He rearranged Hannah so she was facing the TV, her upper body resting against his chest, and her legs spread open over his legs.

Almost immediately, Cole’s hands, large and warm, caressed Hannah’s thighs. She was still wearing Xander’s shirt but it had ridden up from her new position, exposing her completely under the blanket.

“Ah,” Hannah gasped as Cole’s hands moved to her inner thighs and up further.

“Tsk, tsk, sweetheart. You know the rules.” Cole murmured in her ear, just loud enough for only Hannah to hear. He moved his mouth down her neck and sucked greedily, his teeth nibbling at her skin.

Hannah started to gasp again then stopped herself just in time. Next to them, Xander was focused on the movie and then Paris appeared. Even in the darkness, he seemed agitated.

“Are you comfortable, Hannah?” Paris asked as he settled down on their other side.
She nodded but Paris arched an eyebrow, waiting for a response.

“Paris asked you a question, sweetheart. Perhaps you should answer him?” Cole’s voice was a barely concealed laugh.

“Yes, Paris, I’m quite comfortable, thank you,” she finally stuttered.

Paris nodded and settled in to watch the movie. Cole waited until everyone’s attention was back on the movie and then he moved his mouth to the other side of her skin and nibbled her again.

The whole movie had Hannah on edge. Cole’s fingers worked with precision. He toyed with her clit, rubbing it ever so softly so she had to bite her lip from screaming in frustration. He was gentle with her, and while Paris hadn’t banned any fingers in her pussy, Cole seemed to take the direction to heart and was mindful of how sore she might be.

It was nearing the end of the movie and Hannah could barely control herself. Cole’s fingers teased her again, brushing along the underside of her clit and she moaned in frustration. His mouth was on her neck again, biting and kissing her, which made her moan again. He chuckled before moving down to her shoulder. He moved her hair out of the way and nudged the fabric of Xander’s shirt to find an unclaimed bit of space on her skin.

There was no helping it. She needed to come, and now it was clear Cole would torment her forever in a bid to win the game. Well, she would rather lose and orgasm, than suffer another moment.

“Please,” she whispered in Cole’s ear. “Please, you have to make me come.”
Cole kissed her lips, hard, as his fingers finally gave her what she needed. His pressure increased and he pressed harder on her clit, rubbing it faster and faster.

She tried not to moan, she really did, but thankfully her noises were somewhat muffled by Cole’s lips. Sure that Xander and Paris were aware of what was happening, but no longer caring, Hannah instead let her body slip into ecstasy. She gripped Cole’s arms as he drew her orgasm out, not caring if her fingernails left a mark.

Finally, she floated in that blissful state, aware that Cole had been so focused on her the whole time that she was leaving him in quite the state.

“Thank you,” she whispered in his ear, just as the movie was finishing. “But what about you?”

“Oh don’t worry about me, sweetheart. But later, when you’re lying in bed, you can picture me in my room, my hand wrapped around my cock, visions of your pussy gushing all over my fingers rushing through my brain.”

Hannah was left speechless as the movie ended. Xander turned the lights on and Cole rearranged her so she wasn’t so exposed.

“Jesus, Hannah, what the fuck happened to you?”

She blinked at the sudden brightness in the room, then paled at how she must look. Despite trying her best, Hannah had not been very quiet and there must be a dozen or so hickeys on her neck.

“Cole and I were, um, playing a game,” she answered. Cole hugged her to him, laughing as she explained.

Paris shot a look at Cole who chuckled, then sighed and shook his head again. He looked tired. “It’s time for bed, Hannah.”

Cole kissed her good night. “Don’t forget to think about me,” he reminded her.

Then, it was Xander’s turn for a good night kiss. “You look dead sexy, Hannah,” he told her. “Wearing my shirt. Cole’s marks on your neck.” Xander paused as if to survey her. “You’re ours, Hannah.”

Oh, how she wanted those words to be true. She had thought it the last few days, had felt that she belonged to these men, and to hear her thoughts echoed in Xander’s words, had her eyes misting up. But this paradise couldn’t last forever, she reminded herself as she followed Paris up to bed.

By the time Hannah finished in the bathroom, Paris was already in bed. The lights were off and he lay on his side, facing away from her.

“Good night, Hannah,” Paris spoke, although his words didn’t have his usual sleepy feel to them.

“Night, Paris,” she responded, then paused to gather herself. “Paris, did I do something wrong?” Her words came out timidly. Perhaps she had gotten too comfortable with the situation and had overstepped along the way.

Paris remained on his side but sighed. “No, Hannah, you’ve done nothing wrong, and I’m sorry for making you think that.”

There was silence and then he continued, “I’ve had a shit day with my uncle, a man I don’t particularly like. And I would like nothing more than to be buried deep inside your pussy, having your body to wipe away the memories of today. And while Xander and Cole may have found some creative license around my order, I’m doing my best not to touch you.”

Hannah wanted to laugh at his words. Not the part about his uncle, because it was obvious he was upset about it, but because he was tormenting himself, all for her.
Hannah bridged the gap between them, placing her naked body along Paris’s. She reached out and slid a hand down his chest, through his sparse chest hair, and down his hard stomach. Paris’s hand grabbed her before she could get further south.

“Hannah, darling, please don’t tease me. As lovely as our hand around my cock is, it is not what I want at the moment.”

But Hannah was not to be dissuaded. She kissed the back of Paris’s neck, then grew bolder and kissed up to behind his ear.

“Paris,” she whispered, “I’m truly touched that you’re looking out for me but I’m fine, really. A little sore, yes, but that soreness borders on an ache and I don’t honestly think I can sleep until I can feel you inside me again.” She swallowed, trying to summon more courage. “I want you, Paris. I’ve had Xander’s tongue on me and Cole’s fingers, and now I want your cock. I need your cock, Paris.”