Chapter 47 #2
“Men’s clothes always look so complicated. So many layers. More than we are ever afforded, heaven knows,” she murmured, helping him with the small buttons of his shirt.
He laughed, working the buttons at his wrists.
She stepped forward, pressing her lips to the open “v” at his chest and he groaned, his cock twitching with need.
Desperate to feel her skin against his, he shrugged his braces off his shoulders and tugged his shirt loose from his breeches, pulling it off over his head.
She stepped back, eyes wide as she took him in. He wanted to feel self-conscious, but her gaze was wholly disarming. She was appreciating him, her lips quirking into a little smile.
“He’s beautiful, no?” Warren called.
“No,” she breathed. “I mean—yes—no. Yes, you are,” she added with a blush, raising her hands to smooth them over his chest. His skin pebbled at her touch.
Her hands were so soft compared to Warren’s.
“Can I kiss you here?” she murmured, clearly relaxing a little now that she had her hands on him again.
“Kiss me anywhere.”
She brushed her hands across his chest, peppering him with soft kisses. “You smell good. Like books, leather and parchment . . . and something citrus.”
He stilled, surprised she could sense so much. “It’s lemons. Molly makes a lemon lavender soap.”
She kissed him again, stepping close enough that her breasts brushed against him. He groaned, digging his fingers in her hair. Tipping her head back, he kissed her again, fighting a shiver as her hands fanned down his stomach and landed at the top of his breeches.
“Give yourself to me, Charles,” she murmured, her lips brushing his. “‘Yourself—your soul—in pity give me all, withhold no atom’s atom or I die.’”
He groaned. The wildcat was quoting Keats while naked in his arms. He was utterly, and irrevocably lost to her.
“Bring her over here, Charles.”
Warren’s voice brought him back to himself. He blinked, glancing over his shoulder to see that Warren had stripped the narrow bed, making a sort of makeshift pallet on the floor before the hearth. There was certainly more room for them all on the floor.
He took her hand, leading her forward. She dropped to her knees on the blankets, inching forward to kiss Warren. Charles got to watch her back arch, that pert little arse facing him as she drank of Warren’s lips.
Warren broke the kiss, giving her face a gentle stroke. “Lie on your back, lovely. We’re going to show Charles how to make you come.”
She nodded, flipping onto her bottom, her hands splayed on the dark blankets. The fire crackled and popped, dancing across her features, making her look like an ethereal goddess, a Venus come to life. Her golden curls tumbled around her.
“Charles, come,” Warren directed.
Charles was already dropping to his knees at the edge of the blankets, heart in his throat.
Warren held his gaze. “Do you want to watch me first, or do you want to taste her for yourself?”
Christ, both options had their appeal, but Charles felt too starved, too needy. “Taste. Tell me what to do.”
“Spread your legs, lovely,” Warren murmured, laying on his side next to her, still fully clothed.
“Show our Charles that perfect cunt. Yours is the first he’s ever seen.
” He brushed his large fingers down her chest, between her breasts, to her stomach.
“You will ruin him for all other women. Such is your power over us.”
Her heart raced at his words. Charles could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She whimpered as Warren hooked a hand around her knee, opening her wide. The lips of her sex parted, and Charles saw his first glimpse of her pretty pink center. It glistened and he knew he had to taste.
“Take your time,” Warren directed, voice low. “Use your tongue, your lips. Suck on her until she’s writhing in my hold.”
Charles dropped forward with a groan, loving the way she trembled with anticipation, held captive by Warren’s firm hands. Warren’s other hand brushed the curls off her forehead. He kissed her brow, murmuring to her things that had her shivering in his hold.
But Charles was too distracted to pay attention.
He crawled between her legs, peppering her flushed skin with eager kisses, teasing with his tongue as he got closer to her heat.
Lord help him, he could feel it. She was so wet, so warm.
He didn’t bother with using his fingers first. He let his mouth lead the way, licking a firm swipe through her wetness.
“Ahh—” she cried out, jerking in Warren’s hold.
He did it again. And again. Each time savoring her tangy taste, claiming each quivering sound. His cock protested at being so unceremoniously pressed into the floor. But he had to wait. Her pleasure must come first.
Warren let her leg go. Parting her folds with two thick fingers, he exposed what was hidden under her thatch of soft golden curls. “Feel here,” he murmured. “Use your fingers and your tongue and learn this spot. Her bud is the key to unlocking her pleasure.”
She whimpered again as Charles teased with his tongue, flicking against that little bud until she was shaking. “Charles, please,” she panted.
“Here is her center,” Warren added, slipping his fingers down until he pressed them inside her.
“Oh, please,” she begged, arching into his touch.
But he quickly pulled his fingers out. “Tease her until you feel her clenching around your fingers. Make her come, Charles. You’re not putting your cock in her until she comes on your tongue.”
Charles set to work, learning her. He pushed her other leg wide, spearing her with his tongue until he felt her clenching. Fuck, what a sight to look up her body, over the little dip of her stomach, to see Warren’s mouth latched onto her nipple, helping Charles drive her to the edge.
Charles pressed forward, sinking inside her with two fingers as he licked at that sensitive bud. Her channel was wet and warm and tight. He groaned, imagining how good it would feel wrapped around his cock.
“Oh god, I can feel it,” she panted, her core clenching around his stroking fingers. “I’m going to come. I’m—ahh—”
Charles shoved a third finger in, sucking on that bud until she screamed. Warren swallowed her cries and she writhed between them. Charles watched, eyes open wide, as Madeline came apart beneath him.
He sat back on a gasping breath, pulling his fingers from her fluttering sex.
“Let me taste,” Warren ordered, grabbing Charles by the wrist. He sank down, wrapping his lips around all three of Charles’s soaking wet fingers, dragging Madeline’s essence into his mouth with a hungry groan. If Charles had to wait much longer to touch his cock, he was going to die.
Warren let him go, flashing him a satisfied smile. “Well?”
Charles was at a loss, eyes wide. “That was . . .”
“Just wait,” he teased. “Get your breeches off. You’re going to fuck her properly. Our sweet girl is desperate for our cocks.”
Madeline sagged beneath them, her legs limp as she caught her breath. But still she nodded, reaching out to stroke Warren’s face. “More,” she breathed. “I want more.”
Charles didn’t hesitate. The time for that passed the moment he chose to leave his uncle’s house. Rising to his knees, he quickly worked the fall of his breeches, opening them until he could slide the breeches down his hips.
His cock sprung free, hard and ready, and he fought the sudden urge to shrink back.
Warren and Madeline were both looking at him, unveiled hunger in their eyes.
He stood, feeling powerful under their gazes, and slid his breeches down his legs.
His wool stockings were the last to go, and then he was standing naked as a babe before them.
“Get back down here,” Warren muttered. “You’re not posing for a portrait.”
With a blushing grin, he dropped back to his knees, crawling forward.
Madeline still had her eyes on his cock. “Will it fit do you think?” she murmured, glancing up at Warren.
He chuckled. “Oh, he’ll fit just fine. You were made to take us. You’ll make him a nice home between your legs.” He handed a letter out to Charles. “Put this on.”
Charles fumbled with the packet, trying to open it, when Warren said, “Wait. Lovely, do you want to taste him first?”
“Can I do that?” she asked, eyes wide.
Warren smiled. “Oh, yes. Take him in your mouth like this.”
Surprising them both, Warren leaned forward, wrapping his mouth around Charles’s cock, sinking around him to the hilt.
“Oh—fucking Christ—” Charles panted, gripping tight to Warren’s hair. Warren rarely ever took him to mouth. Charles wasn’t ready for the heat, the wetness.
Warren pulled back, giving his tip a teasing flick with his tongue as he sat back, dark eyes twinkling with mischief. “Try it,” he directed at Madeline.
Madeline scooted forward, gazing up at him so innocently through her golden lashes as her warm breath fanned over the tip of his aching cock.
“Oh, Jesus,” he muttered, watching her tongue flick out to tease him.
She pulled back and a pearl of come glistened on his tip.
“Taste him, Madeline. Charles is aching for you,” Warren ordered.
She opened her mouth wider, her sweet, pink lips wrapping around his shaft. She whimpered, sliding along his length, quickly popping off again. “It’s so odd,” she murmured. “So unlike anything I’ve ever done before.”
“But do you like it?” Charles found himself saying.
She glanced up again, those blue eyes deep pools of honesty. “I like anything that brings you both pleasure. For that is the point of physical love, is it not?”
“Aye, it is,” Warren agreed, kissing her brow. “We will make a vow here and now. We each will only do what brings the others pleasure. There is nothing that cannot be shared between us, so long as pleasure is the outcome. Agreed?”
She nodded. “Agreed.”
They both glanced up at Charles, waiting for him.
Slowly, he nodded too. “Agreed.”