Simply Sinful (20 page)

“Indeed I have. If I’d thought the idea of touching a woman was impossible for you, I would never have agreed to share your marriage bed in the first place.”

“I can guarantee I’ll perform much better if you are both there.”

Peter deepened the kiss, one hand curved around James’s neck to hold him still. He stepped closer, allowed his erect cock to brush against James’s. When James drew back, his breathing was harsh.

“I’m glad we are in agreement then.”

Peter smiled. “Now let’s just hope Abigail realizes it too.”

Abby drew in a deep calming breath and opened the door into James’s suite. Peter and James sat by the fire, feet stretched out to the blaze, glasses of brandy in their hands. James looked up as she approached.

“Ah, there you are, Abby cat. Would you like some brandy?”

He patted his knee as Peter poured her a small glass of the deep brown liquid. Still mindful of her dignity, Abby perched on James’s outstretched knee and dutifully sipped at her drink. James and Peter continued to talk as if she wasn’t there, and gradually she relaxed back against James’s shoulder. Perhaps they hadn’t noticed she had bolted after all. She gave Peter a small smile and he winked at her. Well, perhaps they had, but they were obviously doing their best to pretend otherwise.

She stiffened as James took her brandy away and put it back on the table. He cupped her face in both hands.

“Do you still want to do this, Abby?”

She stared at him, judged the sincerity in his brown eyes.

“Yes.”

He kissed her forehead, then her nose and finally her mouth. “Thank God.”

James nodded at Peter and Abby almost stopped breathing. Peter sank down onto his knees in front of the chair she and James occupied and touched her hand.

“May I kiss you, Abigail?”

Abby licked her dry lips. James widened his stance and Peter moved closer between his outstretched thighs. His lips brushed hers in a delicate caress and she opened her mouth. He murmured his approval as his tongue dallied with hers, drawing her deeper and deeper into an erotic kiss. Behind her, James’s arms tightened, supporting her from shoulder to knee.

She felt surrounded by maleness. The intoxicating scent of Peter mingling with the more familiar smell of her husband. She shivered as James worked on the sash of her dressing gown and parted her robe, leaving her just in her nightgown.

“God, Abigail, you are so beautiful. Isn’t she, James?”

“Aye.”

James sounded different, his usual laughing tone replaced with something deeper and more intense. She turned her head to look at him, saw the stark sexual hunger in his eyes. Was it for her, for Peter or for them both? Her body responded with pulsing warmth of its own.

Peter placed his hands on her knees and squeezed.

“I want to touch your sex. I want James to watch me touching your sex. Will you let me?”

“Are you sure James wants to see that?”

Her voice trembled and she jumped as James answered for himself.

“I want to see his mouth on you, his fingers sliding inside you. I want to see what I look like when he is working me.”

Abby relaxed her legs and allowed Peter to bring the palm of his hand up the inside of her thigh. James pulled up her nightgown.

“Let me sit farther back in the seat before I overbalance myself trying to watch.”

Abby allowed herself to be drawn back into the chair, her bottom settled firmly against the heat and hardness of James’s groin, her legs spread wide over his thighs. Peter smiled up at her, the lust in his gaze tempered by the sweetness of pure desire.

She groaned when his tongue flicked at her swollen bud and writhed back against James, who groaned in return.

“Touch her breasts, James.”

Peter returned to licking her clit, his finger already sliding through the slick wetness of her cream. James cupped her breasts and then settled his thumbs over her nipples. He looked over her shoulder as Peter worked her, timing his strokes to Peter’s thrusting finger.

Pleasure rippled through Abby’s entire body. She could never have imagined that two men would be able to send her into such instant frenzy. But then, hadn’t they been preparing her for this all day? All those small caresses, the attention paid to her breasts at the modiste, the heavy drape of James’s arm over her shoulder at the theater. She didn’t feel like a proper lady at all. She wanted to writhe and scream and beg them never to stop.

James squeezed her nipples. “God, Peter, I want to see more of both of you. Take off some of your damned clothes, man.”

“An excellent idea, if Abigail agrees.”

James lifted Abby off his lap and stood up, his cock clearly visible through the tightly stretched fabric of his white pantaloons. Abby realized the sight didn’t frighten her at all. She even glanced back at Peter to see if he was also aroused, wondered how the two men compared, blushed at her own daring.

“Help me undress, Abigail.”

Peter beckoned at her, his smile inviting, and she turned to help him. Behind her, James pulled off his waistcoat and cravat and sat down to take off his shoes.

“Leave your pantaloons on, James.”

Abby looked up at Peter and turned to see James’s reaction, hands frozen at the waistband of his pantaloons.

“Why?”

Peter grinned. “Because I want you to suffer, of course.”

Abby touched Peter’s arm. “I don’t mind if he gets undressed, honestly.”

He touched her cheek. “I’m glad to hear it, but this is for James’s benefit, not yours. I like to make him wait. He has a tendency to be so impatient.”

“Damn you, Peter.”

James pulled off his shirt and then carefully rebuttoned his pantaloons over his straining shaft. A patch of dampness immediately showed through the white satin. He bowed and gestured toward the bed.

“May we proceed now?”

“Indeed we may.” Peter gave Abby his shirt and stepped out of his underclothes. He stood and held out his hand. “Abigail?”

She glanced down at her nightdress. Her nipples already showed through the soft fabric. She closed her eyes and pulled the gown over her head.

James sighed as Peter drew her toward the bed.

“This is most unfair, you know, being the only person not allowed to be naked.”

Peter stroked a hand down James’s back and cupped his buttock. “You will be naked soon, I promise you. But I want you to play with Abigail first.”

She climbed onto the bed after James, who slid an arm around her waist and rolled her onto her side. He drew her against him until she came into contact with his chest and groin. She felt the heated press of his constricted cock and wiggled. He groaned, rocking his hips against her.

“Don’t do that, Abby, or I’ll come in my underclothes and I haven’t done that for years.”

Peter settled in front of them on his side, his cock erect and already wet.

“That’s perfect, James; hold her against you just like that while I make her come.”

Abby swallowed hard as Peter approached her again and kissed his way down her throat. James brought his arm around her waist, anchoring her against his lower body. She sighed when Peter licked her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. His fingers playing with her other breast as he suckled. Tension shuddered through her made her arch her back and move with the increasingly demanding tug of his mouth on her sensitive flesh.

James moved with her, rocking his hips against her, the wet press of his covered cock sliding between her buttocks and the small of her back, setting up an erotic response between her legs. He grabbed her knee, brought it back toward his hip, opening her for Peter and bringing his cock closer to her sex.

To anchor herself against the onslaught of sensations, she slid one hand back and wrapped it around James’s neck; the other she placed in Peter’s hair. One of Peter’s hands settled between her legs and dipped into the thick wetness there, rubbed it over her clit and then back over the constricted bulge of James’s cock in an endless provocative circle that had Abby and James moaning.

James pulled her back even closer, the blunt tip of his cock grinding against her open core as if trying to force entry. Peter’s fingers worked them both into a desperate frenzy. Abby climaxed first, her screams muffled by Peter, who came back up to kiss her mouth as she spasmed helplessly between him and James.

As she tried to recover her senses, she heard James begging.

“Please, Peter, let me take off these damned pantaloons and come.”

Peter looked at Abby. “Would you like to help James with his cock?”

She managed to sit up, focused her gaze on James, who was kneeling up on the bed, his face set in an agony of lust, his pantaloons stretched to their limits by his huge erection. She glanced back at Peter.

“And what will you be doing while I’m doing that?”

“Watching and making love to you at the same time.” Peter stroked his own cock and moved behind Abby. “Do you think you would like that?”

“Will James?”

“Aye, I will. Just hurry up and do it before I explode.”

Abby crawled across to him and worked carefully at the buttons of his pantaloons. His breath hissed out every time she inadvertently brushed his cock. When she had freed him, she sat back on her knees.

“Dammit, Abby, you’ve seen my cock before. Why are you staring at it so hard?”

“Actually I’ve never seen you like this.” She touched the swollen tip. “Your shaft is thicker than Peter’s but maybe not quite so long.”

She leaned forward and gave him a tentative lick. He tasted of leather and cinnamon. His stomach muscles clenched and he grabbed a handful of her hair.

“Suck it, Abby. See how much bigger I am than Peter when you try and take me in your mouth.” He sounded hoarse, and most unlike himself. Abby considered asking him another question. As if he guessed her intention, he tightened his grip on her hair.

“Suck it. I’m sure Peter told you I like it hard and rough.”

She slid her mouth over the first three or four inches, inhaling his earthy scent, tolerating the insistent pull on her hair, the unspoken demand that she take all of him right now so intrinsically James, she almost wanted to laugh. She even remembered to relax her throat and breathe through her nose, to allow him even deeper.

“Christ, that’s good, Abby; you’ve almost taken all of me.”

She wanted to smile, couldn’t with her mouth full of thick, pulsing male flesh. She started to move, sliding his cock back and forth down her throat. He encouraged her with every strangled moan and coarse demand he made. Even if she didn’t understand the words, she understood he enjoyed what she did to him.

Peter’s hands came to rest on her hips and he raised her until she was on all fours, her arms and hands balanced on James’s legs.

“We haven’t finished yet, Abigail. I’m going to kiss James and then I’m going to slide my cock deep inside you.”

Peter knelt up and James abruptly stopped talking. As Peter kissed him his cock twitched and swelled in Abby’s mouth, making her swallow hard. She tried to stay still as the crown of Peter’s cock brushed her buttocks and then slid home inside her, forcing her forward, making her take all of James.

Peter started a shallow thrust, and Abby simply allowed her body and her mouth to move with him. James’s grip on her hair became more frantic, his hips jerking as he fought against his climax. Peter caressed Abby’s clit, joining in the overpowering rhythm sending her into a land where sensation ruled and all she cared about was the next thrust of Peter’s cock, the overwhelming fullness of James in her mouth and the slap of flesh on flesh.

She climaxed, the sensations ripping through her like a storm, her body writhing between the two men as they came into her, filling her with their seed, completing her. She opened her mouth, gasped for breath as Peter slumped over her, his face buried against James’s shoulder.

“That was an excellent start.”

Abby groaned as Peter rolled off her. James lay on his side. He kissed Abby and then Peter.

“I agree,” James said. “What’s next?”

Peter smiled down at Abby, and despite her recent activities her body responded to the salacious promise in his blue eyes. She smiled back.

“Well if James intends to create a child, surely he needs to change places with you?”

“What a splendid idea, Abigail. And he doesn’t even have to move very far.” Peter touched James’s shoulder. “Stay on your side and bring Abigail back alongside you.”

James complied and Abby found herself pressed against the muscular length of his body from head to toe, his arms wrapped around her waist.

“Now bring her right leg back over your hip. Mmm…that’s nice. I can see both of you so well.” Peter flicked Abby’s clit and drew James’s cock between her buttocks. He bent down, his mouth working them both until James was fully erect again.

James groaned. “I want to fuck her.”

“Then go ahead.” Abby quivered as Peter helped James slide inside her. She felt no pain, her channel already wet and open from Peter’s lovemaking.

Peter lay on his side and studied Abigail’s sex. James’s cock was embedded inside her, her labia swollen and stretched around his thick pulsing shaft, her clit as stiff as any man’s erection. She didn’t look in the least bit scared anymore and, as Peter had suspected, James proved very amenable to direct instructions.

Peter sighed, appreciating the delicious contrasts of his lovers. God they looked beautiful together. Abigail’s short hair in tight curls around her heart-shaped face, James’s larger body framing and surrounding her, his luscious mouth half open as he groaned in delight.

“So tight, Abby cat, so fucking tight.”

James started to thrust, one hand gripping Abigail’s hip, bringing her hard back against him on every stroke. Every time she came close to his face, Peter licked her clit, making her writhe down on James. He shivered as he felt James’s hand close on his thigh.

“Abby, take Peter’s cock in your mouth.”

Peter’s cock swelled as Abigail maneuvered herself into a position to oblige. He tried not to shove too hard, to remember that she was new to this and that he needed the pleasure to be all hers. He continued to play with her clit while she drew him deeper until he grew even larger in her throat and forgot about being gentle. Forgot about treating her carefully and simply fucked her mouth as hard as he could.