The Ties That Bind (5 page)

He took her shawl and draped it over the back of a chair by the kitchen fire. "I'll try to restrict my animal noises to the occasional grunt or groan."

She traced the firm line of his narrow top lip with her fingernail. "As long as I'm allowed to scream too."

He took her hand and led her up the narrow staircase. His cottage had two bedrooms. The larger of the two contained a huge bed which took up almost all the space. A cheerful patchwork quilt covered the cream colored linen sheets and thick pillows. Arabella had spent some of the most erotic moments of her life in this bed being tutored in the ways of love.

Tom's hands closed over her breasts and he drew her against him. He was already erect, the heat of his cock pressed against the small of her back.

"You looked beautiful tonight."

She shivered as he worked at the buttons on her dress and allowed it to fall to the floor. His fingers tugged at her corset, loosening the strings, allowing her to breathe more easily.

"So did you."

He chuckled, the sound warm against her throat. "James couldn't take his eyes off you. I'm surprised he didn't drag you off and ravish you." He bit down on her neck. "I wanted to follow you and watch, of course. The sight of all that pink silk bunched at your waist, your legs wrapped around his lordships hips as he fucked you up against the wall would've made me come for sure."

Arabella licked her lips as her corset fell away leaving her in her stockings. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs planted firmly over her nipples. She leaned back to study his face. "Against the wall?"

One-handed, he pulled his shirt over his head to display his broad chest, picked her up and headed for the door. He settled her legs around his waist allowing his buckskin covered cock to rub against the heat and wetness of her quim.

"I'm always willing to oblige a lady."

He kissed her as she writhed against him, only reaching down to release the buttons on his breeches when she bit him on the lip.
 
He turned so that his back was against the door and slowly lowered her down over his shaft.

"Hard and fast, Arabella, in case any of the guests see us."

She strained against him as he plunged deep. His long and powerful strokes made her climax within ten of his thrusts. She choked down a cry as he came with her. Only his massive strength and his hand splayed under her bottom held her impaled on his cock.

He kicked off his breeches and carried her over to the bed. He lay down with her on top of him, his shaft still buried in her sex.
 
His fingers threaded through her hair and pulled out the pins. Arabella sighed and cuddled closer.

"You are sad, tonight."

She raised herself on one elbow to stare into his face. "I don't know what to do about James."

He smoothed a lock of her black hair behind her ear. "Perhaps he will go back to
London
and leave us in peace."

She blinked hard to fight off her tears. "I'm not sure if that will be enough this time."

He kissed her nose and his cock stirred within her. "I do not think he wishes you to be unhappy." She sighed as his hands encircled her waist. He sat her up until she straddled him. One of his fingers slid down over her belly and settled on her clit.

"No I don't."

The quietly spoken words came from behind her. Arabella didn't bother to turn around. She knew who had spoken.

Tom continued to touch her and his cock continued to swell. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw James approach the top of the bed. He was already taking off his coat and waistcoat.

"Fuck her, Tom. Let me watch."

Arabella made one half-hearted attempt to pull away, but Tom's mouth latched onto her breast and kept her close. She moaned as James pulled off his shirt to reveal his muscular chest. His satin breeches were already pulled tight against his huge erection. He grimaced as he cupped himself. The expression in his eyes made Arabella feel powerfully female and desirable.

There was no hint of shame, disgust or anger on his face. Only a predatory sexual interest that made her body burn. She held his gaze as Tom suckled her, a challenge in her eyes. He'd walked away from her. Let him see what she had learned and what he had so casually given away.

James came closer and placed one knee on the bed. He touched Tom's shoulder, ran his fingers from there to Arabella's left breast, still sensitive from Tom's sucking. His fingers squeezed hard on her nipple as his mouth came down to devour hers. Tom groaned and started to lift his hips, his erect cock pushing deep into her center. Arabella couldn't concentrate on all the sensations. Tom's mouth and fingers became indistinguishable from James' as her pleasure fragmented and then focused on the hot thrust of Tom's shaft.

She came, biting down on James' lip as she shuddered through the climax. She barely noticed that James was now on the bed and that he was naked. He drew her off Tom and rolled her onto her back. When she looked up she could see them both over her, both of them fully erect and dripping wet.

"Fuck her mouth, Tom while I taste her quim. I want to see her come again."

His shoulders pushed her legs wide as he bent to his task. The first delicate stab of his tongue against her clit caught her by surprise and she moaned. With all her strength she pulled on a handful of James' thick gold hair until he had to look up at her.

"Aren't you going to fight over me?"

He grinned, his mouth already wet with her cream. "Why would we fight when we both want to give you pleasure? Why deny yourself the opportunity to have two men obeying your every sexual whim?"
 

 
While her mouth was open, Tom took the opportunity to introduce the crown of his cock. He knelt to one side and lifted her until her head and shoulders lay on his thigh. From this elevated position, she could take his cock more easily and see some of what James was doing between her legs.
 
  

She squirmed as his tongue drove deep inside her and struggled to accept more of Tom's broad shaft into her mouth. It was hard to breathe through the intense pleasure and the guilty thrill of her heartbeat because she loved every minute of their mutual adulation of her body.

When she came, James sat back and readied his cock. Tom held still as they both watched James slowly penetrate her. When he was buried to the hilt, he stared at her.

"Am I bigger than him. Can you tell now?" He pulled out until he was almost free and then drove back again. "Perhaps I should wait until your mouth isn't full of cock to answer that question."

Arabella closed her eyes as he started to pump his hips. Tom matched the rhythm with the subtle thrusts of his shaft between her lips. She dug her nails into his thigh as the world behind her eyelids exploded in black and red swirls of pure ecstasy.

When she finally opened her eyes she was pressed between the two men. James was behind her and Tom in front. Tom smiled at her.

"Are you enjoying this?"

"It is perfectly acceptable if you are." James' whispered in her ear. "If we are not ashamed to be here with you in this bed, why should you be?"

She kept her gaze fixed on Tom who was smiling. They were so close that James' left hand skimmed her hip and rested on Tom's muscled buttocks. His fingers moved in circles caressing Tom's taut flesh. She found the image distracting and utterly irresistible.
   

"I'm not ashamed."

Confused perhaps, but not ashamed. It gave her a perverse thrill to display her new-found sexual self to her husband. To his credit, he seemed to be enjoying it as well.

James removed his hand from Tom and slid it between Arabella's buttocks. His thumb teased at the entrance of her arse. "Have you had her here, Tom?"

Arabella gasped as he breached the tight bud and slid two fingers deep inside her. His cock grew against her back, slick and wet and hot.

"Once or twice. She seemed to like it."

James nipped Arabella's ear. "Do you like it love?"

He added two more fingers widening her with every penetration.

"Yes…oh, James." She arched back against him.

"How about taking us both then? Tom here and me in your cunt. Do you think you would like that, Arabella? Two men fucking you?"

Tom bent to kiss her hard on the mouth. His wet cock grazed her belly. It was obvious that she wasn't the only one excited by the idea.

"Turn her around to face me, Tom."

Arabella was rotated with surprising ease, bringing her face to face with her husband. He kissed her mouth, his tongue slow and languorous, at odds with the urgent beating of his heart and the thick solid presence of his cock as it jabbed her stomach. Tom's fingers worked between her buttocks making her writhe. James broke off the kiss.

"Is she ready, Tom?"

Tom grunted as he reached toward the bedside table and retrieved a bottle. "I have oil. I'll make sure she can take me."

James returned his mouth to Arabella's and continued the kiss. Oil trickled against her skin and the faint perfume of orange and spices permeated the sharp scent of sex.

"Let me go first, "James murmured, "She'll take you more easily while I distract her." He grasped Arabella's hips and carefully lowered her down over his shaft. Stuck between the two men, she could only move a little and only at their direction. At least for one night of her life she was willing to allow them to have their way with her.
 

James kissed her again and she felt the first thrust of Tom's cock.

"Gently, love. Don't fight it. It will be easier."

"What would you know about it?" She hissed as the pressure increased.

"Arabella, I went to Harrow and
Eton
. Of course I know."

While she gaped at him, Tom pushed home filling her with his shaft. She sighed as the two men began to rock their hips in counterpart, working her between them with a practiced rhythm, which made her want to scream and scratch and cry out. She couldn't scream because James refused to relinquish her mouth and her hands were trapped by her sides.

She moaned though, the sound echoing each devastating thrust until she wanted to thrash around and fight the never ending sense of pleasure.

"Are you close, Tom?"

For the first time, James sounded as desperate as she felt.

"Aye."

Tom grunted as James increased the pace. Flesh slapped against flesh as her climax approached. Arabella wrenched her mouth away from James' and sunk her teeth into his shoulder as he convulsed over her. Tom came too, the hot rush of his seed joining James'.

When Arabella next opened her eyes it was much later. They were all still wrapped around each other on the bed. She carefully extracted herself from under James' arm and Tom's thigh and tiptoed toward the other room. Tom kept a jug, washbowl and soap there for her convenience. She shivered as she moved the washrag over her still sensitive flesh. The lavender soap made her wince.

At the doorway she paused to appreciate the sight of her husband and her lover still entangled on the bed. Her smile died as she contemplated their closeness and the way they had so easily accepted the other. James slid his hand down over Tom's thigh and loosely encircled Tom's cock with his fingers.

Arabella gripped the door frame. This was no casual encounter. Tom and James must have been intimate before. Their ease with each other could only have developed over time. Heart beating fast, Arabella slipped into her dress and went to investigate the pockets of James' coat.