Tollivers After Dark #2
Lottie stood half-naked before the fire and watched them reveal themselves.
Jasper she knew. Every line, every scar, every place where candlelight loved him. Tall, lean, devastatingly made, with the familiar proud jut of his cock still wet from her hand.
Gainsford was another matter. When his breeches were opened, his cock sprang free, shorter than Jasper’s but far thicker, with a bead of moisture already shining at the tip. The sight of him made Lottie’s breath leave her in a slow, silent rush.
Jasper noticed, and when his gaze dropped to Gainsford, his last restraint vanished. He reached out and took the man’s cock in his hand. Jasper stroked him once, slowly, from base to tip. Gainsford’s jaw tightened, and that small bead of moisture smeared beneath Jasper’s thumb.
Jasper looked down as he did it, studying the thick weight of him in his hand with a concentration so frank, so hungry, that Lottie felt a pulse of want low in her belly. “You must know one thing, Gainsford,” he said, stroking him again.
Jasper released him, though not before brushing his thumb once more over the head of him, almost thoughtfully. “Her pleasure comes first.”
Gainsford made a noise low in his throat and nodded.
Lottie was lying on the chaise, both men kneeling between her open thighs. “I want both of you,” she said shakily, as Jasper kissed her knee.
His eyes flicked up. “Greedy thing.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
He kissed higher, along the inside of one thigh.
Gainsford did the same on the other. Their mouths moved in symmetry, warm and open against her skin.
Lottie tried to watch them both and found it impossible.
Jasper’s tongue touched the tender place near the top of her stocking, and Gainsford’s teeth grazed the inside of her thigh.
Her hips lifted before either had reached where she most needed them.
Jasper’s hand settled across her lower belly. “Stay.”
Gainsford’s fingers found the edge of her drawers and drew them aside. The cool air touched the wet heat of her.
“God, she’s soaked,” Gainsford said, his breath changing.
Jasper stood, moving to kneel by her face, but his gaze did not leave her eyes. “She always becomes wet when she is watched.”
Lottie would have rebuked him, but Gainsford lowered his mouth and licked her. Her head fell back against the chaise as Jasper’s hand moved from her belly to her breast, closing around it as Gainsford’s tongue slid through her.
Jasper watched her, which was almost as ruinous as Gainsford’s mouth. His thumb circled her nipple.
She closed her eyes, revelling in sensation.
After a time, she felt her husband’s cock pressing against her lips.
She breathed deeply and opened for him. He slid into her mouth slowly at first, letting her lips close around him and the familiar taste of him fill her while Gainsford’s tongue moved slowly between her thighs.
She moaned around Jasper’s cock, and both men reacted. Jasper’s hand tightened in her hair and Gainsford’s mouth pressed harder against her cunt.
Jasper was slow and firm, so that Lottie felt the deliberate thrust of him over her tongue at the same moment Gainsford sucked her clit. Pleasure struck from two ends of her body at once, and her hands flew blindly, one gripping Jasper’s thigh, the other twisting in the velvet beneath her.
Gainsford’s hands slid under her thighs and lifted them wider. Jasper held her head in both hands now, stroking into her mouth with short, controlled thrusts, his hips moving as though he were barely restraining his desire.
Lottie desperately wanted him to take more, and she wanted Gainsford to see it. She hollowed her cheeks around him, and he swore softly.
Gainsford groaned against her, and the vibration made her hips lift from the chaise.
Jasper looked down at her. “God, Lottie.”
She would have answered him, if she had not been so deliciously occupied. Her eyes were watering, and when Jasper withdrew, only to press his cock back down her throat, she made a muffled sound that seemed to spur both men into further action.
Jasper reached out and dragged his thumb across her nipple as he looked down on her, eyes black with pleasure. Gainsford, meanwhile, let one hand slide from beneath her thigh, pressing one finger to her entrance.
She moaned again around Jasper as Gainsford began to fuck her in slow, deep strokes, curling his fingers. His lips closed around her clit, working in clever circles.
It was all too much… Jasper’s cock sliding over her tongue. His hand at her breast, rolling and pinching her nipple until sparks broke beneath her skin. Gainsford sucking her gently while his fingers drove inside her in a rhythm that made her thighs shake open wider.
“My love,” said Jasper hoarsely, and that was quite enough.
Lottie came with such force that her whole body seized.
Her thighs clamped around Gainsford’s shoulders, then opened again as the climax tore through her in bright, punishing waves.
She shook beneath them, hips jerking helplessly against Gainsford’s face as he sucked her clit through every last convulsion and kept his fingers deep inside her.
Jasper withdrew from her mouth at the last possible moment.
Lottie gasped for breath, lips wet and swollen, her body still trembling against Gainsford’s hand.
“Well,” she heard her husband say, his voice ragged. “Now it’s our turn.”
Though her eyes were still closed, she heard the wet sound of Jasper kissing Gainsford above her. She smiled, brazen creature that she was.
“Oh,” she whispered. “Yes.”
They took her to the bedchamber because the chaise, though elegant, was not designed for the ambitions of three people determined to ruin one another so thoroughly.
By the time they reached it, Lottie’s chemise had been lost somewhere on the stairs and Gainsford had discovered that Mrs Deverell laughed when she was carried and bit when she was impatient.
Jasper shut the door with his foot.
“Bed,” Lottie ordered.
Gainsford’s mouth curved. “She is not coy, is she?”
“Never. She commands me constantly,” Jasper said, and kissed her as he laid her down upon the counterpane.
Gainsford laughed, then groaned as Jasper leant across Lottie and kissed him again. The kiss was heavy and filthy, their bodies pressed over hers, their hands touching her and then one another, Jasper’s fingers moving to slide inside her while Gainsford’s cock dragged hot and heavy against her hip.
Lottie had never been so gloriously surrounded. She reached down blindly and found Gainsford, wrapping her hand around the thick weight of him. He broke the kiss with a broken curse, his forehead dropping to Jasper’s shoulder.
Jasper watched her stroke him and then his hand covered hers. Together, they guided Gainsford between Lottie’s thighs.
Jasper kissed her temple. “Yes?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, now.”
Gainsford pushed inside her slowly, and Lottie’s mouth opened on a silent cry.
He was thick enough to make her feel every inch, such that her body had to yield around him by degrees. Jasper stayed close, one hand on her breast, one hand in Gainsford’s hair, watching them both with an expression so openly hungry that Lottie thought she might climax again from that alone.
Gainsford seated himself fully and stopped, shaking. “Christ.”
Jasper’s hand tightened in his hair. “Move.”
Gainsford did. He fucked her with a slow, heavy rhythm at first, deep enough that every stroke pushed the breath from her lungs.
Lottie clung to Jasper, her fingers digging into his shoulder as Gainsford’s hips worked between her thighs.
The bed creaked beneath them. Jasper kissed her mouth, then Gainsford’s, then bent to suck her nipple as Gainsford began to drive harder.
Lottie cried out, low and shameless, and Gainsford’s hands tightened on her hips as he held her open for his harsh rhythm, while Jasper watched with a face gone almost savage.
Jasper pulled at Gainsford’s hair. “Stop.”
Gainsford froze inside her, chest heaving. Lottie made a furious little sound of protest and tried to move her hips.
“No,” Jasper said softly. “Not like this.”
Gainsford looked at him, eyes glazed. “Deverell?”
Jasper’s thumb brushed over Lottie’s lower lip. “I think,” he said, “my wife wants more than one cock.”
Lottie’s whole body clenched around Gainsford, who swore under his breath.
“God help me,” he said, letting his head fall against her shoulder with a groan.
“Oh, I doubt He is attending,” Lottie said breathlessly.
That made Jasper laugh, and then he kissed her with such heat that she forgot, for a moment, that Gainsford was still buried inside her—that is, until Gainsford withdrew slowly, and she remembered at once, for the loss made her whimper.
“Hush,” Jasper murmured. “You shall have him again.”
Gainsford rolled onto his back, already reaching for her. Jasper found the small glass bottle of oil in the drawer beside the bed—a very necessary provision in a marriage as inventive as theirs—and poured it into his palm.
Lottie watched Jasper stroke Gainsford with it, slicking the thick length of him. Jasper’s thumb circled the head once, and Gainsford’s hips jerked helplessly into his grip.
Lottie climbed over his body with quivering thighs. Apparently, the evening had not yet exhausted all possible arrangements of three unholy people. Gainsford had been inside her one way; now Jasper meant for him to take her another.
Gainsford caught her waist. “Slowly,” he said, voice rough.
She nodded, but there was nothing slow in the need pounding through her. Jasper came before her, one hand smoothing along her thigh, the other between her legs, wetting her with his fingers, preparing her with more tenderness than his expression suggested.
“Tell me if it is too much,” Jasper said, close enough that his breath touched her mouth.
“It will not be.”
“Lottie,” he growled.
She rolled her eyes. “I will tell you.”