Her Husband’s Lover (39 page)

Felt both of his lovers, their movements perfectly complementing one another.

Lyle shimmied out from between them, allowing him to enfold Emma in his arms at last. When his thoughts next reawakened, she lay prone beneath him with one leg hooked around his hip. Somehow he’d always known her to be a sensual, sexual being – a fact she seemed determined to prove to him now as she offered herself up.

He put his mouth to her puss and supped her down. He laved her clitoris with his tongue, until she moaned so loudly that she bit on her own hands to muffle herself.

Lyle lay alongside them. Darleston’s heart danced every time Lyle’s palm settled over his arse. His lovers had been talking. If they’d compared notes they’d have easily worked out what he’d been wishing for all this time. Hell, he’d virtually spelled it out to Lyle several times in the past.

Only he knew what it would cost Emma to perform it. She’d been so worried about the possibility of conceiving a child. There were means of preventing that, but he had not thought to prepare a sheath.

‘Do it, Robert. Let me see you pleasure her. Your prick’s so stiff you’re going to walk bow-legged for a week if you don’t do something with it.’ Lyle’s tongue traced the shell of his ear.

‘I can’t.’

No matter how slick and welcoming her body was, no matter how much he wanted it. It didn’t matter that he ached from root to tip.

‘What do you mean, you can’t?’

‘I know she doesn’t wish to conceive.’

Lyle pinched him tight around the base of his shaft, which was just as well, for he thought he might actually come.

‘You could withdraw.’

‘That’s hardly reliable.’ That, and he knew he’d never manage it.

‘Don’t you know any other way? What have you done all these years past?’

His first instinct was to shake his head. ‘Well, there is one thing. But only if Emma consents.’

‘Anything,’ she agreed immediately. ‘What is it?’

‘I’ll have to go to the kitchen.’

Both his lovers groaned.

‘I’ll be quick,’ he promised. ‘Just wait right there.’ Pausing only to scoop up Lyle’s robe and throw it over his own nakedness, Darleston ran down to the kitchen. He ignored the squeals of the maids and his cook and had them fetch and prepare what he needed. Then he scrambled back upstairs, tripping over the hem of the robe.

‘What is it?’ Emma sat up as he approached the bed. They had both done as instructed and stayed exactly as he’d left them.

Darleston shed the robe and crawled back onto the bed. He held out the little cap of lemon peel on the tip of his finger for her to inspect.

‘What do you do with it?’

‘Lie back. It goes inside you.’

‘Is that safe?’ Lyle asked.

‘It’s a piece of lemon, what harm could it do?’

Emma lay back. She hissed as he pushed the little cap inside of her and made sure it was seated right. When he lay over her once more, he saw his own relief mirrored in her gaze. They both needed this. Nay, not just them, but Lyle too.

Lyle guided him into place. The tip of his cock slipped and slid against her wetness. In his excitement he was probably a little hasty, but Emma was slick and welcoming, and they’d all waited far too long for this. He lifted her hips, pulled her onto his cock and she enveloped him like a soft kid glove. Perfect. Magnificent. Glorious.

They duelled together horizontally, panting with exertion, until sweat slicked all the points where their bodies met, and ran down his back in rivulets.

Lyle nibbled at his shoulder. His hot hands traced circles over Darleston’s back and buttocks, raising shivers with their promise of future pleasure. The headboard banged against the chamber wall each time he thrust, and he sighed in time with Emma each time he withdrew. At some point, he wasn’t sure when, Lyle was no longer lying beside them but rose behind them instead. Thick, sweet fragrance filled the air. Something liquid but warm splashed against his rear. Darleston turned his head while still wrapped in Emma’s embrace. Lyle knelt behind him, stroking the slim white wand of his cock. The splashes he’d felt against his arse weren’t the eruption of Lyle’s pleasure, as he first thought, but a means of attaining it.

‘Let me join you in this.’ With his palms, Lyle spread wide Darleston’s cheeks. The rude press of his middle digit followed. Slowly, Lyle wormed the tip of his finger inside Darleston’s arse, an act that brought such feverish heat to his whole body that it felt as if streams of sparks were encircling his shaft.

The pleasure from both front and back wrecked his ability to reason or exert any kind of control. Thankfully, his instincts took over.

‘This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be fucked both ways at once.’ Lyle lapped at the sweat covering his back.

‘Do it,’ he commanded. The press of Lyle’s digit simply wasn’t enough. ‘Don’t toy with me. Fuck me.’

‘I think you’ll spill right away if I so much as touch you with my prick.’

Likely he wasn’t wrong, but that didn’t lessen his need.

‘Stop offering me platitudes and deliver.’

‘You’re sure? I’ve no intention of riding you gently.’

‘Perfectly sure. If Emma agrees.’

‘Do it,’ she gasped. Her eyes were alight with fever as she watched Lyle slide into position. Darleston held himself still, or at least as still as his body would allow, for his hips had taken up the rhythm of love and rocked without regard for what the rest of him wanted. Beneath him, Emma lifted to meet each downward thrust. Her soft curves encompassed him. He held tight to her, stared into her eyes.

Lyle’s hands seemed all-encompassing as he guided his prick home. ‘That’s it. Push back. Slide on to me.’

It wasn’t so much a slide as a rapid jerk. The intense pressure of Lyle’s cock penetrating his arse was more than enough to make him jolt. He’d been over and over this scenario, never truly believing it would happen. There had been so many obstacles to attaining it, and yet here they were, naked, writhing, moving together as one, Lyle guiding them – or maybe goading them – while Emma breathed in shallow little gasps beneath him. To his surprise, she reached out and stroked her husband’s leg, the only part of him she could reach. Lyle accepted it. He didn’t balk at her touch. Instead he buried himself a little deeper, and then increased the pace.

So beautiful – yet Darleston couldn’t hold onto the feeling. He knew pleasure, but it was diffuse, formless, like a breath of air. It filled him with life, but he couldn’t pin it down.

He didn’t grasp it. With that realisation he came.

The fizz started somewhere behind his bollocks. Each time Lyle hit him there, the light it caused burned a little brighter, until the sensation enveloped the whole of him, and his body released its gift in a single vast outpouring. He held still in that moment, not really conscious of anything other than his own skin. As reality began to reassert itself, he felt the pulse of Lyle’s climax deep in his rear, while Emma’s muscles fluttered around his shaft in a rhythmic grip.

He couldn’t speak in the aftermath, so he just held Emma tight and let Lyle hold him. He dwelt for a while in that state of peace. Eventually, Lyle’s cock slipped from his arse and he slipped from Emma.

They gazed at one another, knowing that they’d become lovers in the truest sense of the word.

‘Will it serve for more than one round?’ Lyle asked of the little cap. He lounged back against the mound of feather pillows and gave a contented yawn.

Laughter crinkled the corners of Emma’s eyes.

‘I’ve no idea,’ Darleston said. He’d never thought to ask.

‘Well, if you’re not sure, you’ll just have to run down to the kitchen again.’

Darleston tentatively put a foot out of bed. At this rate, they’d have no breakfast, for he’d have frightened all his servants away.

‘Come here, lemon tart.’ Lyle snuggled his wife to his side. ‘I’ll keep you warm while Robert raids the larder. Better be quick though, or else you never know – I might start getting ideas.’ And, with a grin, he tweaked one of Emma’s nipples.

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