Chapter 16 #3
ETHAN LOOKED DOWN at the sensual picture Chloé made lounged back on Zayne’s lap, her bare legs spread wide, her beautiful breasts spilling free. Her hard nipples were rosy red, like cherries on a sundae, and the bodice of the gown cradled them like hands of the gods offering them up to him.
When she first stepped into the room tonight, it had been all Ethan could do to keep himself in check. His control had already been tested with Zayne so near in an outfit that made Ethan want bend his man over the couch and fuck him into next week.
But somehow, he’d managed to refocus and zero in on the gorgeous gown that accentuated every curve of her body, from her high, pert breasts to the sensual flare of her hips. The firelight caught on the silver and gold silk and shimmered every time she moved.
He hadn’t been sure how she’d react to what they’d planned for her tonight. But when Zayne had shown him a passage from that sexy book of hers, his mind had gone into overdrive.
A little role play never hurt anyone, and judging by Chloé’s glistening body and Zayne’s clenched jaw, both of them were enjoying the hell out this trip to a bygone era.
Ethan gave himself another rough stroke, and Chloé’s eyes fell to the move.
“Don’t look so scandalized, Your Grace. We both know this isn’t the first cock you’ve seen.”
For the first time since this had started, Chloé’s lips curved and she almost broke scene, but at the last second, she seemed to regroup.
“Don’t be vulgar.”
“Vulgar?” Ethan dropped his hand, then he reached for Chloé’s elbow and tugged her off Zayne’s lap. “My mistake—I thought you were quite fond of riding astride a thick prick.”
“Don’t be disgusting,” she said.
As her gown fell back down around her ankles, he spun her around to face Zayne.
Christ, the man was sexy, and sprawled back on the couch with his legs spread and his erection outlined under his tight, tanned breeches, he made Ethan’s mouth fucking water.
“But perhaps it depends on which cock you’re looking at.” Ethan narrowed his eyes on Zayne. “Get up.”
Playing every inch of the immoral seducer, Zayne licked along his lower lip and slowly got to his feet. The loose white shirt hung to his hips, and the wide neck offered a glimpse of his tattooed body.
Ethan was done with the foreplay. “Strip.”
“That wasn’t part of our—”
“Strip now or I’ll tie you up outside and make you listen.”
Zayne’s eyes flared, then Lord Scoundrel reached for his shirt. Zayne pulled it off over his head and threw it on the couch, then he kicked off his boots and reached for the buttons of his breeches.
Chloé took in a shuddery breath as the first button popped free, and as he moved on to the second, third, and fourth, Ethan teased and tormented her nipples until a soft cry left her.
“Such wanton behavior—not that I’m surprised. I’ve always known that under all these gowns lay the heart of a little wildcat.”
Zayne hooked his thumbs in his breeches and shoved them to his feet, and as he kicked them aside and stood gloriously naked in front of them, Ethan was shocked he didn’t come all over Chloé’s gown.
He nodded to the end of the couch, where he’d placed a bottle of lube, and Zayne didn’t have to be told twice. He picked it up, poured some into his hand, then reached for his aching dick.
As he began to stroke, Ethan massaged Chloé’s breasts in time with Zayne’s hand, and her needy moans were the perfect accompaniment to the snick, snick, snick of the lube.
“What about that cock?” Ethan said. “Is that disgusting?”
Chloé’s chest heaved as she watched Zayne masturbate a couple of feet away, and Ethan couldn’t help but grind himself up against her ass.
“I don’t hear you, Duchess. Is that cock—Lord Zayne’s cock—disgusting to you?”
She shook her head, and Ethan nipped at her ear.
“What was that?”
“No,” she rushed out as he pinched one of her nipples. “I never said it was disgusting.”
Ethan spun her around then and yanked her up against him until her breasts were pressing against his chest.
“No, you said I was. Yet your body is weeping for me and your nipples are begging to be sucked.” He lowered his head and grazed his lips over the top of hers. “Tell me you don’t want my cock inside you.”
Chloé blinked, her breath hot as it entered his mouth, then she shocked the hell out of him.
“I don’t. I want you to put it in him .”
She glanced over her shoulder at Zayne, and it took everything Ethan had not to break scene, but fuck , she’d just thrown him for a loop.
Naughty little Duchess…
“He owes you,” she said, and aimed her siren eyes up at him. “You wanted to know my secret. I want both of you, I always have, and I want it now.”
Goddamn, Chloé was on fire, and if he didn’t stop touching her, she was going to consume him.
He let her go and stepped around her to walk over to Zayne. “You do this, your debt is paid in full.”
Zayne’s mouth twitched. “I don’t fuck men.”
Ethan ran his eyes down Zayne’s phenomenal body, then brought them back up to his equally stunning face.
“Good, because you’re not the one who is going to be fucking a man.”
Ethan glanced back at Chloé, who looked the very picture of debauchery. Her hair had fallen free in a cascade of curls around her shoulders, as she stood there in her elegant gown with her breasts on full display.
“You’ll be fucking the duchess.” He turned back to Zayne. “So? What’s it going to be?”
Zayne looked down to Ethan’s dick and nodded. “Deal.”
“I thought so.” Ethan grabbed hold of the plush blanket over the end of the sofa and spread out in front of the fire. “Lie down.”
Zayne moved to the blanket as Ethan held out his hand to Chloé. She walked to him, head held high, then slipped her hand into his as he led her over to Zayne, now flat on his back stroking his shaft.
Ethan moved around behind her and began to loosen the ties of her gown, and Zayne watched on with hungry eyes. After the dress was finally free and he drew it from her shoulders and down to her feet, Ethan gathered up the heavy material and moved it to the sofa.
Chloé stood there in nothing but her white shift, and the flickering fire made the garment all but see-through. It showed off her shadowy curves and the apex of her thighs, and though it was designed to cover, all it did was tease.
Zayne’s strokes quickened as he punched his hips up into the air, and Ethan moved back in behind Chloé.
“Now, tell me the truth, Duchess. Riding astride is your preference, is it not?”
Her lips curved as she looked back him and nodded.
“Then by all means”—he gestured to Zayne—“hop on.”
Chloé stepped over the top of Zayne, and Ethan moved to the foot of the blanket. Then she slowly began to lower to her knees, and Zayne finally let go of his dick and reached for the seductress who was about to ride it.
“Pull up your shift.” Zayne’s voice was guttural as Chloé hovered over his hips.
She reached for the soft material and drew it up her thighs to her waist, and when her bare ass and mound came into view, Ethan and Zayne groaned.
“Fucking perfection,” Zayne whispered, then he reached between her thighs and began to stroke his fingers through her slick arousal.
Chloé moaned and tipped her head back, and Ethan gripped the base of his dick as he watched her rock back and forth on her knees.
“ Ah… God… ”
Zayne growled as he pulled his hand free and lined his cock up. “Take a seat, Duchess.”
Ethan couldn’t take his eyes off the two of them as Chloé lowered herself onto Zayne’s shaft, and when she was finally seated, she let go of her shift and planted her hands on his muscled chest.
“Fuck,” Zayne cursed as she slowly began to move atop him, and he slid his hands up her thighs to her bare ass and squeezed.
Ethan could see the silhouette of everything that was taking place beneath the fine material, and as Chloé undulated her hips over the top of Zayne, he couldn’t take it anymore.
He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some into his hand, then moved down onto the blanket between Zayne’s legs and tapped him on his knee. Zayne knew exactly what he wanted.
He stilled Chloé’s hips and gathered her shift, drawing it up to her waist to reveal her pert ass, and Ethan got his first up-close look of Zayne’s dick deep inside her.
It was so hot and so fucking sexy. She fit him like a glove, and he was going to fit inside Zayne the same damn way.
Ethan leaned forward and kissed Chloé’s shoulder, then his attention shifted to the man under her.
“Time to pay up, my lord. Part your legs.”
Zayne immediately bent and spread them wide for him, and Ethan reached down and rubbed his lubed fingers over the hole.
Zayne’s hips jacked up off the blanket, driving his cock deeper into Chloé. She cried out, and Ethan did it again, and when he added a second finger, Zayne’s movements became more forceful, more desperate.
Ethan zeroed in on his prostate next and gave it a good massage, and he could hear Zayne’s heavy breathing mixed with Chloé’s cries. It was a raw, decadent sound. He pulled his fingers free and lined his cock up, and as he slid it home, a loud shout echoed around the room.
He tunneled inside of Zayne’s body, and then hooked one of his hands under his man’s knee to spread it even wider. Chloé looked back over her shoulder then, and her hips moved even faster.
Zayne’s dick was in her, his balls high and tight between them, and Ethan’s cock was drilling inside Zayne so deep it just might come out his fucking mouth.
It was one of the hottest moments of Ethan’s life. But at the same time, one of the most intimate. Not only were their bodies joined, but after everything they’d been through in the last few months, it felt their hearts and minds were too. This was a culmination of all of that.
As the sensations fired though him one after another, Ethan grabbed Chloé’s waist as she sat up on Zayne’s cock, then he crushed their mouths together.
He shoved his tongue between her lips, and her sweet taste was in direct contrast with the act she was currently engaged in.
Zayne groaned and slid his hands up under her shift, and she ripped her mouth free and tore her last item of clothing off.
With both of them completely naked now, Ethan watched as Chloé lowered and Zayne sucked her nipple into his mouth. She braced her hands on either side of his head and began to swivel her hips and ass over his dick, and when Zayne’s cock slipped out of her, Ethan guided it back inside.
Fucking hell…
Ethan dug his nails into Zayne’s thigh and began to move in and out at a frenzied pace, and Chloé seemed to pick up on his rhythm and keep time.
They went at each other fiercely, relentlessly driving one another toward the precipice, and when they reached the very top and flung themselves into blissful oblivion, their names echoed around the room like some kind of prayer to the heavens.
This was what surrender felt like. What peace and happiness felt like.
These two incredible people owned Ethan’s heart, and he owned theirs, and as they collapsed in a tangle of arms, legs, and sweat, naked and vulnerable with one another—he knew they would never be alone again.
The three of them were connected forever—mind, body, and soul.