Chapter Fourteen
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
DARCY KNOCKED ON the door later, frightened to do so, and Richard was there right away, hastily opening it. The other man was nude, a blanket wrapped around his midsection, and he gave Darcy a concerned look, rather like he was a puppy frightened of being struck by his master.
Darcy had been feeling a bit left out and abandoned, but the look from Richard washed it away. He touched the other man’s shoulder, reassuring him.
Elizabeth sat up in the bed, bare and beautiful, her breasts on full display.
“We…” Richard pulled Darcy in and kissed him. “We’re glad you’re here.”
“I should have sent him after you,” said Elizabeth, reaching for him. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, quite all right,” he said.
“Come to bed?” said Richard.
Darcy nodded, and his heart felt sore with the sweetness of this. He stripped off his shirt and trousers and climbed in with them, only wearing his smalls. He settled in behind Richard, pressing into the other man even as Richard gathered Lizzy into his arms. He rained kisses over Richard’s shoulders. “I assume she listened to you.”
“Aye,” said Richard, looking over his shoulder at him.
“You’re very right that he’s much better at talking than you,” said Elizabeth. “And he also wants you to put your prick in his arse, so I think you two should do that right this instant, where I can watch you.”
Darcy sat up and looked down at her, grinning at his wife. “You’re in a much better mood.”
She preened. “Richard does not think I’m barren. I wish he could have explained it without comparing me to a cow, however.”
He shook his head at her. “I see how this is. You are so happy because you’re not barren. Meanwhile, here I am, still impotent—”
“I told you, you’re sterile,” said Richard. “It’s entirely different.”
“I don’t think it is,” said Darcy.
“If you were impotent, you could not fuck me in the arse,” said Richard. “Not that I’m saying you should do that, at least not right at this instant, but if you do ever wish to, I am curious.”
Darcy ran a hand over Richard’s back. “Curious, are you?”
Richard shivered. “I… I have asked Lizzy if she will marry me, and she agreed, and I think, you know, if you wish me to be yours, Will, if you wanted to… well, no one has ever had me there. It’d be like a wedding night, in a way, for us?”
Darcy felt that go through him like sweet wine. He kissed Richard’s neck, and then his jaw. “You’re untouched there, a virgin, are you?”
Richard’s voice shook. “I am.”
Elizabeth smoothed a hand over Richard’s chest. “Could you be in my cunny at the same time, do you think? It would be as if we were both marrying you, then, Richard, having you between us?”
“I like that very much,” said Darcy. “He can absolutely be inside you while I fuck him.”
“Deciding for me, then?” said Richard, breathless.
“You like it,” said Darcy, dragging his hand lower, to cup one of the cheeks of Richard’s backside. “Admit it.”
Richard shivered again. “I might like it, yes.”
“Good, then,” said Darcy, getting up off the bed. “I’m off to my room to collect the tin of grease. Lie face down there, Richard, and wait for me. Don’t move, and you are not allowed to touch your prick until I say so.”
Richard let out a rough chuckle.
“Do you like it as much as I do when he gets all demanding like that?” whispered Elizabeth.
“I do, yes,” said Richard. “He’s adorably bossy, our husband, isn’t he?”
Darcy stopped short. Theirs . He belonged to both of them, and it made him feel a swelling feeling of goodness so intense he could not catch his breath.
When he could move, he came back over to the bed and kissed them both, eyes shining.
“I love you both, you know?” he said, touching her face and then his.
“We love you, too,” said Elizabeth. “Now go get the grease so that we can marry our new husband, hmm?”
He did exactly that.
Richard lay face down beneath him as Darcy straddled the other man, his head turned sideways. His voice was very deep and very lazy. “Such a filthy sort of thing, isn’t it, having me here?”
“I suppose,” said Darcy idly. He was working one of his fingers inside the other man, gently probing him.
“Excites me, I suppose, because of that,” said Richard.
“I think you’ll find it’s more about surrender than anything,” said Darcy.
“Oh, have you done this?”
“Well,” said Darcy with a little laugh, “just for Lizzy.”
“Just with my fingers,” said Elizabeth to Richard, grinning at him. “He likes it a lot. It makes his prick get fantastically hard. I am ever so excited to feel how hard yours will get with something inside you, and to feel that inside me .”
“I’m excited too, then,” said Richard, laughing happily.
“You can take another of my fingers now,” Darcy told Richard.
“Surrender,” mused Richard.
“Surrender,” said Darcy, easing a very greased finger into the other man along with the first. “Give yourself to me, husband.”
“Ah, take me, husband, I’m yours,” said Richard, and his voice was somehow deeper. “I think I shall quite enjoy being husband to both of you. I think I have been wishing for it for quite some time without exactly knowing what I was wishing for.”
“Yes, me too,” said Darcy. “Is the stretch hurting you?”
“No,” said Richard.
“Another finger then,” said Darcy, using even more grease to work that into Richard.
Richard moaned.
“Relax,” Darcy told him.
“I’m quite relaxed,” Richard murmured. He moaned again. “That’s… oh, Will, that’s good.”
“You’re ready,” Darcy informed Richard. “You’re ready for my cock.” He pulled his fingers out.
Richard gasped, opening his eyes and looking back at Darcy.
“You’d… it’ll be easier if you mount Lizzy first, I think,” said Darcy. “And then I shall mount you.”
“And then we shall all be connected,” said Elizabeth with a little smile. “We have been so before, of course, but that was me in the middle, and this is Richard’s wedding night.”
Richard kissed her. “I’m like a blushing virgin, then?”
“Are you blushing?” she said. “Please, darling, I want you inside me again.”
“I want that too, of course,” said Richard, and moved over Elizabeth. She parted her thighs and Richard settled there, easing into her.
Both of them moaned as he entered her.
Darcy ran his thumb over the stretched and greased part of Richard he’d just had his fingers buried inside.
Richard sighed.
“You’re ready for me,” Darcy whispered.
“Mmm, be gentle with me, husband, it’s my first time,” said Richard, shooting a lopsided grin at him over his shoulder.
“I’ll take good care of you,” said Darcy, moving into position. He breathed in Richard’s ear. “You’re going to like it a lot. And I’ll expect you to return the favor at some point.”
“Ah, Will, I—” he broke off, because Darcy was pushing against him.
“Shh, Richard, bear down,” said Darcy.
“You mean, like…” He did.
And Darcy’s tip popped through the tight, greased ring of the other man.
They both hissed.
“There we are,” said Darcy in a hushed voice. “You’re doing very well, just relax and take me like a good husband.”
Richard moaned.
“You’re getting harder,” breathed Elizabeth.
Richard moaned again.
Darcy gasped. “Fuck, Richard, you’re very tight. You feel so good gripping my prick.”
“It’s… Christ, it’s overwhelming ,” said Richard. “Give me more, Will, please, give me all of you.”
“Such a good husband, begging to be filled full of his husband’s prick,” cooed Darcy. “I love fucking you, Richard. I love taking your virtue.”
Richard chuckled, but it turned into a gasp. “I don’t know if I have any virtue to take.”
Darcy slid all the way to his hilt. His voice was strangled. “Not anymore, you don’t.”
They all, all three, of them, let out a noise together.
“That’s all of you?” said Richard.
Darcy grunted his assent.
“You’re huge,” groaned Richard. “You feel good, though. Lord, you feel good, and Lizzy feels amazing.”
“You’re enormous, Richard,” gasped Elizabeth. “Please, please fuck me with this hard, huge prick of yours?”
“Ah, I wish to, but I…”
“Do it,” said Darcy. “I shall pull back a bit, and you set the pace, Richard my love, thrust into Lizzy, fuck yourself on my cock, and I shall adjust my pace to yours.”
It took a bit of fumbling and they laughed a few times but eventually, they managed it, and when they began to all work together, it was something rather perfect and wondrous. Darcy began to feel that his prick was driving itself into Richard and that it was sending tremors down into Elizabeth, and that she was sending her own pleasure back up to him. It truly felt as if they were all connected.
Richard came first, practically blubbering about how good it felt, how he could not stop himself, about how Darcy was hitting a spot inside him.
In the wake of it, Darcy asked him if it was all right if he continued. “I can pull out of you.”
“Oh, please, I wish you to spend in me,” said Richard. “Claim me as a husband should.”
So, he did.
And then, they both extricated themselves and used their fingers to bring Lizzy to her climax, binding them finally in her blood, all three of them.
“I WANT THIS to work, but I’m worried it won’t, I have to admit.”
It was late, and Elizabeth was sitting up in the bed, now wearing a pair of drawers so that she could keep rags between her legs, because her bleeding was getting heavier. Mr. Darcy was being fatalistic as usual.
Colonel Fitzwilliam laughed. “Yes, all right, Will. It’s all impossible. We might as well give up.”
“That is not what I am saying,” said Darcy, who was lying on his side, utterly nude, and surveying the both of them. “What I am saying is that we should go into this with our eyes open and think through everything that could go wrong. And then we can come with strategies to solve the problems before they even happen.”
The colonel yawned.
But Elizabeth smiled at her first husband. “All right, then. What are the problems, you think? Our jealousies? Because we all seem to be handling those rather well.”
“Perhaps,” said Darcy, “but I was thinking more of external problems. We can never let anyone know what we are about, so we will have to keep this relationship secret. Forever. And that’s going to be difficult, if not impossible.”
“Let’s just tell people,” said Richard, yawning again.
“Are you mad?” said Darcy. “You know what we did tonight, you and I, they could string us up for it.”
“Well, we’ll leave that part out, then,” said Richard. “We don’t have to explain how it works, just that it’s an arrangement and that we’re all happy with it. If we tell family members, they will keep their mouths shut because they will not wish to be drawn into the scandal. And we can tell servants that they must think of their own reputations as well.”
“Maybe,” said Elizabeth, “we could pay them more money to keep their mouths shut.”
“Yes, that might be a good idea,” said Darcy, nodding at her. “And perhaps you’re right, Richard, about family members, but I don’t relish telling anyone.”
“Well, if Georgiana is always at Pemberley, and she always is,” said Elizabeth, “she is going to notice something.”
“Not necessarily,” said Richard. “I visit often as it is.”
“You said you’re moving him in,” said Elizabeth. “She’s going to notice.”
“Well, this is what I mean,” said Darcy. “There’s going to have to be some level of subterfuge, and I fear that the bulk of it will fall on your shoulders, Richard, and I think that might be difficult, especially if you still have concerns you’re an interloper into our marriage.”
“Oh, we all have those concerns,” said Elizabeth. “You two have something that is between the two of you that I cannot quite penetrate, and then Richard and I have something now, too. It’s new, you know, but I feel it, and it’s going to become stronger if I bear his child.”
Mr. Darcy grimaced.
“So, you don’t like that?” said Elizabeth.
“I shall get over it,” he said to her. “I want it for you both. It’s hard to feel left out is all.”
“But this is what I am saying,” said Elizabeth, “whenever any of us feel left out, we must remind ourselves that each of us feels that way sometimes. I think it may be the nature of a threesome like what we have. It may be inescapable. But I don’t care if it isn’t perfect—what is perfect? What we have together is so lovely, I don’t wish to give it up.”
“No, nor I,” said Darcy, smiling at them both.
“Nor I,” said Richard, grinning. “That’s all, then. We’ll solve the problems as they come. We do not need to anticipate every single thing at this moment. We just rely on the strength of our love for each other to carry us through.”
“Yes,” said Elizabeth, reaching for him.
Richard leaned in and kissed her. “Have I told you how beautiful you are today?” he whispered.
“She is so very beautiful,” agreed Darcy, leaning in and kissing her as well.
They got distracted by kissing, then. They kissed for too long, and she felt that both of her husbands were growing aroused again.
She, however, was tired and a bit crampy and not really in the mood for the cleanup that would be necessary, so she whispered to them to take care of each other if they didn’t mind.
“Are you going to sleep, Lizzy?” teased Darcy.
“No,” she said with a wide yawn. “No, I am going to stay away and watch my very handsome, very naked husbands pleasure each other.”
She tried valiantly to do exactly this, but her eyes were so very heavy.
Soon, there was nothing but warm, dark oblivion.
THE FIRE WENT out in Elizabeth’s room again. She had mentioned it was wont to do that, and they had all decided that it was best not to engage the servants in the issue, for they didn’t want anyone coming into the rooms in the night to discover what they might be doing with each other.
Anyway, it was a good thing that the fire had gone out and woken him, Richard thought, for he needed to go back to his own room. Just like last night, it would be quite all right if he left Darcy here with his wife, but he must build up the fire and then go to bed alone.
He set out to do that, but realized that all the wood from the pile had been used here. No matter. He would go to his room and bring over some wood. That would do very nicely.
He tugged on his smalls, nothing else, and opened the door to Elizabeth’s room.
He padded out into the hallway, scratching his stomach, barefoot.
And came face to face with Mr. Givens, who had an armful of wood. He looked Richard up and down.
“I must be mistaken,” said Mr. Givens quietly. “I had thought this was Mrs. Darcy’s room. I thought to simply leave it outside the door so as not to enter a lady’s room while she is sleeping. If this is your room, where is hers?”
Richard cleared his throat. “Don’t give this another thought, Mr. Givens. I shall see to the, er, the fire. Give me that wood.”
“You’re not dressed, sir,” said Mr. Givens.
“Nevertheless, give it to me,” said Richard. “I can handle a bit of bark against my bare skin, I assure you.”
“No, no, this is for me to do, not you, sir,” said Mr. Givens. “Though I did truly think this was Mrs. Darcy’s room. When did this become your room, sir?”
“Please, allow me to take the wood. You don’t need to go to the trouble of that,” said Richard.
“It’s no trouble,” said Mr. Givens, and he went around Richard, through the door, which was open a bit, because Richard hadn’t closed it behind himself. Mr. Givens saw the bed and an eyeful of the bare flesh of both of the people on it, and then, Mr. Givens dropped all of the firewood with a cry.