Simply Voracious (31 page)

It also underlined the difference between what Paul had chosen to show her at the house and what he had concealed. This slow seduction was nothing like the showy pursuit of sexual pleasure she’d seen before. Deep inside her she started to feel warm and almost like crying.

Paul was removing Con’s shirt now, his movements slow and deliberate, as if every inch of skin he revealed was precious and needed a moment to be appreciated and examined. Con was trembling, his gaze fixed on Paul’s face, his hands clenched at his sides. Lucky wanted to lean forward and stroke the lines of tension from his jaw.

She unclasped her hands, and then froze as Paul helped Con remove his breeches, leaving him kneeling naked on the bed. Heat pulsed and throbbed between her legs as if she were the one about to fuck him. His cock was already stiff and wet at the crown and straining away from his flat stomach.

Lucky sighed and Paul turned to her, his expression gentle. “Would you like to touch him, Lucky? He is quite beautiful.” He traced a finger down Con’s almost hairless chest and then rested it on the very tip of his cock. “Con loves to be touched. I should imagine he would like to feel your hands on him very much.”

Con gave a small nod as if speech was beyond him. Lucky found herself reaching out and touching his arm. He shivered, and his cock jerked and grew even wetter.

“You could just stroke him, Lucky, learn him, while I suck his cock,” Paul murmured.

Without waiting for an answer, Paul rearranged his position on the bed until he was slightly to one side, allowing Lucky a fine view of both him and Con. He lowered his head and licked a long, slow line along the underside of Con’s cock. Lucky shivered as Paul’s tongue peeked out and lazily circled Con’s crown, probing the wet slit.

She was wet, too. She could feel it between her legs, along with a restless ache that would only grow and torment her until she gained release. Perhaps she didn’t want to remain quite so uninvolved as she’d thought. Since Jeremy had taken her innocence by force, she’d realized she had a horror of being passive, of being
taken
. But these men didn’t want to hurt or control her; they wanted to share themselves with her. Paul moved again, and this time he sucked Con’s shaft deep into his mouth, making Lucky and Con gasp. Con closed his eyes and brought his hand down to Paul’s hair, his fingers clenching and releasing in time to Paul’s sucking.

Recklessly, Lucky put her fingers on Con’s shoulder and felt the fine tremors running through him. He turned his head, and his mouth brushed hers and she was lost. She kissed him in the rhythm of Paul’s mouth, and he responded in kind, his tongue playing with hers in an enticing duel that simply made her want to press herself against his warm, naked flesh. He brought his hand to the nape of her neck to hold her still, but she had no notion of escaping him, no need to be anywhere than with him and Paul on the bed.

She jumped as she felt Paul’s hand on her thigh, shoving up her skirts, his fingers heading straight for her wet, needy core. She moaned into Con’s mouth as he continued to kiss her, wondered how Paul could concentrate on both of them at once when she was already drowning in sensations.

Con groaned and his muscular body went rigid, his hips slamming forward into Paul’s mouth as he spent himself. Even as he recovered, Lucky found herself flat on her back, Paul over her, his hand still working between her legs. He pushed her knees wide apart and rucked up her petticoats to display her wet sex.

“Beautiful, Lucky,” Paul breathed. “Help me, Con.”

The two men had her out of her garments quicker than a lady’s maid, and Paul settled over her breasts, while Con took his place lower, his mouth descending to suck and lick at her most tender flesh. Lucky could hardly breathe, let alone scream, as she climaxed. Paul took Con’s place between her legs and thrust his cock inside her again and again.

After her second climax, he held himself still and framed her face with his hands.

“Do you mind if Con fucks me?”

“I told you I did not.”

He roughly kissed her mouth. “I meant right now, while I’m still inside you.”

“Will it hurt?”

“Me or you?”

“Either of us.”

His smile was beautiful. “No, I think you’ll enjoy it, and I certainly will.”

“Then go ahead,” she said politely, making Paul kiss her again. She sensed Con moving behind Paul, and the smell of almond oil drifted over her. Then Con’s face appeared over Paul’s shoulder and he smiled at her.

“Thank you, my lady.”

Lucky gasped as Paul was pushed even deeper inside her and focused on hanging on to his shoulders. Con took over the driving rhythm, and Lucky tried to keep her eyes open against the pleasure so that she could watch both men as they fucked. It was a rewarding experience and only pushed her own pleasure higher until she came hard and felt Paul quiver and join her, followed by Con in a few seconds.

Her breath exploded out as both men collapsed over her, but they quickly disengaged themselves. Lucky lay flat on her back, unable to move as her senses slowly returned to her. Her clothes were strewn all over the bed and the floor, and the candles had almost burned down. So much for her sitting and watching. It had taken fewer than five minutes for her to forget her scruples and get involved.

Paul came up on one elbow and looked down at her. “Are you all right, Lucky?”

She felt her cheeks heat.
Now
she felt embarrassed, which made no sense at all. “I’m fine.”

He kissed her forehead. “Stay there and I’ll get you a washcloth.”

She attempted to rise. “I can do that for myself.”

“I want to do it for you. Stay there.”

Paul got off the bed, and Con followed him over to the screens that concealed several jugs of warmish water, bowls, and soap. Paul took one of the cloths and wiped Con’s face.

“Thank you, Con.”

Con took the cloth from him. “For what?”

“For letting Lucky find herself.”

“I’m glad she did.”

Paul placed his palm flat on Con’s chest and captured his nipple, making the other man’s breath hitch. “I still want to bend you over the nearest couch and fuck you so hard and so deep that you’re begging.”

Con’s pupils dilated until they were almost black. “Begging you to stop?”

“No.” Paul kissed Con’s taut nipple. “Never that.”

“You know I’ll let you fuck me like that in a heartbeat.” Con’s cock was already hard again and pressing insistently against Paul’s hip.

“But you’ll have to wait.” Paul smiled. “My lady comes first in all of this. What I want, a poor second.”

“Agreed,” Con murmured. “Although I’ll be thinking about you having me like that all night now.”

“Anticipation is good for you, my friend. Now let me go and attend to my lady.”

Paul left Con pondering his dreams and returned to Lucky’s side. He dunked the washcloth in the soapy water and wrung it out before gently rubbing it between her thighs.

“I was just telling Con that I’d like to fuck him hard over the back of the couch.”

Her gaze drifted down to his groin, where he was already half-erect.

“Right now?”

“No, I told him he’d have to wait.

“Why?”

He pressed the cloth against her clit, and she shivered. “Because it would be quite brutal for you to watch. Men aren’t quite so careful with each other as they are with their ladies.”

She licked her lips and squirmed against his hand. He kept rubbing her even though she was now quite clean.

“I wouldn’t mind,” she said carefully.

He fought a smile. He’d already begun to realize that beneath her calm exterior, his wife was obviously intrigued by the darker elements of making love. Who would’ve imagined that? He slid his hand over her buttocks and imagined how she might like being thoroughly spanked and then fucked. His cock lengthened, and he looked over toward Con, who was just emerging from behind the screens.

He whispered into Lucky’s ear. “Shall I do it? Shall I fuck him hard? He wants to. He likes it when I make him beg.”

She shivered beneath him, her nipples now hard against his chest and the scent of her arousal engulfing him.

“If that is what you wish.”

He looked into her eyes. “No, it must be what you wish. Con can wait if you want him to pleasure you first.”

“Yes, my lady.” Con had come to stand beside the bed. “I am willing to do whatever you need.”

Lucky looked at Con and then back to Paul. “I’d like to see you together.”

Paul kissed her nose. “Then you shall.”

He climbed off the bed and waited until Lucky sat up and wrapped a sheet around herself before turning to Con.

“Come here.”

Paul loved the cool note of command in his lover’s voice, the way Con studied his body, his cock, his mouth. He walked over to the chair Con indicated and waited until Con bent over, resting his face on his folded forearms and presenting his arse for Paul’s inspection. Paul kicked his feet slightly wider apart and smoothed his hand over Con’s taut buttocks.

Then there was silence and Paul wondered what Lucky was thinking. Did she like seeing him ready to fuck Con, or did it frighten her? Con shifted his weight, and Paul noticed that his cock pressed against the brocade of the chair. He used his finger to rim Con’s arse, and Con groaned and arched his back.

“Can you see how eager he is, my lady?” Paul asked Lucky. “Normally I’d take my time using my fingers to play with his cock and widen him, but he also likes it when I take him hard with just my cock.” His dry fingertip eased inside Con and Paul caught his breath.

“Is that what you want, Con? A good, rough fuck?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please,” Con managed as Paul pushed his finger deeper. His own shaft was so stiff it prodded Con’s arse. Paul shivered as he released the first cold drops of oil on to his fingers and shaft. The welcome surge of slick wetness made his progress easier. When he replaced his finger with his oil-slicked cock, it was far easier for Con to take him deep. Even so, his breath hissed out, as Paul drove inside him and then retreated and did the same again and again, each thrust slamming his thick length deep and hard. Paul groaned in time to each thrust, his balls tight and eager to come.

He reached around and grabbed Con’s cock, bringing it away from the chair and high up against his stomach.

“Don’t come yet,” Paul said. “Not until I give you leave. Take what I am giving you and ask for more.”

“Yes, give me more, please . . .”

He altered his strokes, still slamming into Con but shorter now and rougher. His hand gripped the base of Con’s shaft so hard that he couldn’t have come even if he’d wanted to. Paul looked down and watched himself thrust into him, the slap of his balls against Con’s flesh, the hard bones of his hips, his cock...

“Ah, God, Con, it’s too much, I can’t . . .” Paul gasped and rewarded Con with a further tightening of his grip on his cock that would probably make him see stars.

Paul shoved deep and held still. “Come for me then, come for my wife.”

Con obliged, his come shooting out over his belly and Paul’s fingers in a thick, pumping stream. Paul was panting as though he’d been running for his life when he came, his cock so drained he doubted he would ever be able to fuck anything again.

When Con moved away to wash, it took all Paul’s remaining strength to turn around and crawl onto the bed. He lay on his back and simply stared up at the ceiling. He blinked as Lucky’s face loomed over him.

“Are you all right, Paul?”

“I’m . . .” He licked his lips and tasted blood.

“I didn’t know that you could be so . . .”

“Masterful?” Paul smiled. “I am a man of many talents. But both Con and I can be gentle as well.” He reached over and patted her knee. “You have no need to worry.”

She straightened. “I wasn’t worried. You said that you behaved differently when there was no woman involved. I asked to see what you did.”

He found himself chuckling and she looked indignant. “Your acceptance of the oddity of my life continues to amaze me.”

She looked adorably embarrassed. “I suspect I am quite depraved.”

“And you haven’t even had Con yet.” She blushed a fiery red, and he hastened to reassure her. “We don’t all have to reciprocate equally. I was the selfish one tonight. I had both of you.” He winked at Lucky and saw her fight a smile. “Don’t tell me you are jealous.”

“No, I’m still new at this, remember?”

“Indeed.” Paul found himself yawning. He caught Con’s eye and patted the bed. “Come here, my friend. After I’ve washed, perhaps we all deserve a nap.”

Much later, Con woke up and found himself staring right into Lady Lucinda’s eyes. Earlier, he’d taken his time washing himself with the lavender soap Madame Helene favored and the scent was still strong. Even his hair was damp, but he felt refreshed, his body humming with a bone-deep contentment that felt so right he wanted to stay in this room and on this bed forever.

“You are awake, my lady?”

“I am.” She rolled on to her back and looked up at him, her face pale in the moonlight surrounded by a cloud of tangled dark hair.

“Did we frighten you earlier?” he whispered.

She regarded him seriously, her blue eyes fixed on his. “No, you were . . .” She swallowed hard. “Magnificent.”

Beside her, Paul snorted, but he didn’t seem fully awake.

“I would never use you like that,” Con murmured.

“I know.”

She touched his arm and his beleaguered body came back to life. He leaned closer until he could only see her lips and kissed her as sweetly as he could. She sighed and kissed him back, her generous mouth awakening his desire to please her, as he had pleased her husband. “You are beautiful, my lady. I am honored to be here with you.”

She slid her hand into his hair and held him close. He wanted to bury his face between her breasts and stay there all night. He enjoyed making love with Paul immensely, but Lucinda was equally alluring in her own way. He slid his hand over her hip and cupped her mound. “Did I please you when I fucked Paul? Did you like him having both of us?”

She shivered against his murmured words, her body now turning toward him, her nipples two hard nubs against his chest. He slid his fingers lower. “Did I make you wet?”