He chuckled, watching her. "So I've heard. Show me how good you are at it."
Jocelyn groaned softly, running her hands over his cock. It was nice and hard and a deep reddish color. His smooth skin felt like silk as she caressed him, drawing her hand up and down, cupping his balls, also smooth. "Mmmm," she breathed, running her tongue over the smooth skin around his balls, then sucking one into her mouth to the groan of amazement and pleasure from him. She sucked him a little, then the other, then moved her lips slowly up his shaft, to engulf him and slide him down her throat. He groaned louder, starting to work his hips, as she slid up and down, sucking him hard, moaning as he began to thrust against her, harder. His fingers twined in her hair and he started fucking her mouth as she sucked him.
She moaned loudly, slurping his hard, wide cock as he slid back and forth inside her mouth, grunting with the effort. He realized he was about to come and yanked out of her mouth with a jerk.
"I need to fuck you," he growled, pulling her up.
She panted, nodding, as he pushed her against the back of a chair and shoved himself deep into her pussy. She screamed, thrusting against him as he began to pound into her, grunting and growling as she screamed and writhed, coming suddenly, then in waves, each time she did, her body squeezed his thrusting cock, which only served to make him come harder and more powerfully. He shot everything inside her, slamming into Jocelyn until he was quite finished.
Jocelyn slumped over the back of the chair, weakened and shivering from the force of the fucking and the climaxes she'd had.
Brodie grunted, pulled out and, grabbing Jocelyn, dropped onto the couch, bringing her with him. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her deeply, fondling her breasts, pushing her back into the sofa, covering her with his body, kissing her.
His cock stirred a bit as he slid between her legs and slipped back inside her as she gasped.
He chuckled, whispering, "I guess he likes it too much in there."
Jocelyn moaned softly and he began kissing her again. She could feel his cock slowly hardening inside her and she squirmed a little.
"Damn, Jocelyn," Philo breathed. "Not many women can get me hard again this quick. And I'm pretty good at it. I'm of a mind to fuck you again."
Jocelyn didn't have much to say, she only moaned as he began to thrust against her, grunting softly, his chest rubbing against her breasts, his tongue plunging in and out of her mouth, making her breathing come quickly again as she felt him get harder and harder with each stroke. This time he took his time, fucked her slow but hard, driving her near to the edge of insanity with the slow but steady rhythm of his pumping and slow swelling that filled her. She was squirming under him, groaning as equally slow and filling waves began to flow through her body, searing already frayed nerves, forcing her to thrust against him, pushing him deeper into her. She came several times before he did, in a hard, shuddering gush that filled her to leaking with his come.
She groaned softly. He didn't move to pull out of her, just lay atop her, smiling lazily at her.
"You're a damn good fuck," he murmured, kissing her breast. "Damn good."
Jocelyn sighed, smiling back at him. "So are you. Worth the risk, I think."
He chuckled. "I said you'd want more."
She giggled softly. "I do. So, are you going to boast about me?"
"Perhaps. But only to the right people."
"Good. I like to know someone still appreciates me."
He laughed. "If you'd like to know everyone who does, or would like to, I can introduce you, you know."
She considered that. "Can we get away with it, do you think?"
"Sure. I know some noblemen who are dying to fuck you, Jocelyn. Want to see how many you can take on at once?"
She blinked. "Ooh. Is that safe?"
"It will be." He kissed her breast again. "I'll do anything for a chance at these again."
She giggled. "I love it when you kiss and suck my tits."
He smiled. "Yeah, I know." He sucked a nipple, grinning as she groaned and squirmed. "I can make you come again, but I can't fuck you right away, I'm afraid."
Jocelyn groaned as he kissed and sucked both her breasts. "Maybe we shouldn't
… oh yes … do anymore … right now … oh yes, suck my tits… Suck me! Hard!"
He suckled and nibbled her nipples, kneading her breasts, squeezing them hard as Jocelyn growled and writhed beneath him. She came quickly and he smiled, watching her.
"Oh yeah," he whispered.
She opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling sweetly. "That was nice.
Introduce me to your friends. I'll fuck them all if they want."
He laughed. "What, now?"
She blinked. "I don't know. Maybe." She thought a moment. Why the hell not? What else was she going to do tonight? Her husband wasn't looking for her, and what would he care? As long as he didn't find out, it didn't matter. Even if he did, she didn't care. She smiled. "Yeah. Sure. If there's anybody left at the ball."
He grinned. "We'll find someone." He grabbed his clothes and began to dress.
She got up and found her gown, looking at the front, where it had gotten wet. She tilted her head and muttered something under her breath. The spot vanished, the wrinkles fell out of the fabric and it looked as though it had never been crushed in Philo's hasty removal. She slipped it back on as he watched.
"It's a shame to cover such a work of art as your body," he commented,
"Especially those gorgeous tits."
She giggled. "Well, I can't go out naked, can I?"
"I don't have a problem with that."
"Of course you don't."
She smiled, adjusting the collar of her gown to fall dangerously close to the tips of her nipples, revealing an expanse of cleavage that was lower than before. "I want to be enticing."
He grinned, eyes fixed on her chest. "That will definitely entice, pet."
She stepped up to him and he cupped her breasts in each hand, rubbing her nipples until they peeked out of the top of her neckline. She moaned softly, covering herself. "If we do this, we'll never get out of here again."
He chuckled. "Okay. Let's see who we can find to satisfy your lust."
Jocelyn giggled, knowing he loved to watch her breasts jiggle, and walked out in front of him.
THE STATE BALL
Jocelyn and Brodie went first to the banquet hall, where a crowd of people milled about chatting and eating. No one seemed to remark them as they wove in and out, looking for Tanek Janassi.
Tanek was standing in a shallow alcove near a large, dark window, a glass of wine in one hand, talking to a couple of noblemen. He turned as they approached.
"Hello, Margrave Brodie," he said, nodding, his eyes on Jocelyn. He gazed at the smooth swell of skin exposed by the low neckline of her gown, smiling appreciatively.
"Tanek," Brodie said, "I'd like to discuss something with you, if you don't mind."
The two noblemen Janassi was talking to were now smiling at Jocelyn and enjoying the view as much as Janassi was. Jocelyn stepped closer to them.
"Sure," Janassi said, walking over to him, "What's up?"
Jocelyn was preoccupied with Adar Theron and Barak Avarona, so she didn't catch Brodie and Janassi's conversation. Both men were looking at her in such a way that she was getting hot just standing there. "Hello," she said as she got close enough to reach out and touch their arms. She ran her fingers over their sleeves lightly. "How are you doing this evening?"
The group of them were in a secluded corner of the banquet room and the lighting was so diffused that no one really noticed them. While Janassi and Brodie talked, Janassi glanced over at Jocelyn every now and then with a sly smile.