My heart hammered against the table as he pressed the slick, rounded glass against my entrance. I tensed, instinct urging me to keep him out.
“Relax,” he murmured, then he switched to Gaelic, his voice low and soothing as he reached his free hand between my legs and stroked my cock. He praised me in the first tongue I’d ever learned, telling me I was good and sweet andhis, our souls bound by fate and fire. But he told me filthy things, too, promising to fill my belly with his come.
“You’re going to drip me down your thighs,”he said, twisting the finial against my opening.“Maybe I’ll stuff this little ball back inside when I’m done. Keep you slick and ready so I can have you whenever I want you. It looks so pretty between your cheeks, sweet Albie.”
I moaned, shamelessly thrusting my cock into his hand. The table grew slick under my forehead. My breath fluttered over the wood. The plates clinked, and my moans spilled over each other.
“That’s it,” Tavish said, working the glass in gentle circles. “Open for me.” The slick glass pressed more insistently against my rim, and my resistance dissolved. The finial breached me slowly, setting off a sweet burn that quickly subsided. My passage clamped, then relaxed. Tavish pushed harder, and thesmooth bulb stretched me wider before slipping past the tight ring of muscle.
I cried out, clenching around it. Hot, thick pleasure twisted in my guts as the glass nestled over my gland. My passage squeezed on its own, my control reduced to dust.
“Deeper,” I said, lifting my ass. Hunting for another hard nudge of the bulb over the place I needed it most.
“Aye,” Tavish growled. “Take it. Gods, Albie, you take it so well.” He twisted his hand up and down my shaft, stroking hard as he drew the bulb out halfway before pushing it back inside.
“Harder,” I demanded. “Don’t be gentle with me.”
His dark chuckle sent shivers down my spine. “Aye, darling. Whatever you need.”
Oh, I needed. The smooth, unyielding glass was so different from his cock, the pressure almost overwhelming. But I wanted it. I panted for it, my hips rolling.
A feminine moan lifted behind me. Cheek still pressed to the table, I turned my head enough to see Portia kneeling at the bottom of the mattress. Her eyes were glassy with lust as she clutched the edge of the headboard with tight fingers. Her nightgown had ridden up her thighs, and her free hand moved beneath the silk. Her nipples were pink shadows under her nightgown, the tips like little arrow points. The blue bow at her throat trembled with each ragged breath.
She’d watched everything. Watched Tavish roll and twist the glass against my hole. Watched me gasp and squirm against the stretch. Watched the most intimate part of me open and swallow the bulb. And now she touched herself, that maddening bow so prim and proper atop her thrusting tits.
“She wants you to fuck her,” Tavish said. “Don’t you, lass?”
“Yes,” she said at once. “I…” Her voice caught.
“What?” Tavish demanded.
“I burn for you.”
I groaned, my legs trembling. I trembled everywhere, dangling on the precipice of something deep and vast. It should have scared me, but I wanted to fall. To tumble and spin with Tavish and Portia beside me.
Tavish pulled the finial from my ass, and I shuddered at the loss, my hole clamping on empty air. He pulled me up, turned me in his arms, and kissed me.
He tasted of whiskey, fire, and something wild. His dressing gown brushed my legs. His hands were hot against my skin. I clutched at his shoulders, my fingers tangling in his hair. Our cocks pressed hard against each other through the split in his gown.
I gasped, seconds from spending.
Tavish broke off the kiss and spun me toward the bed. “Go to her.”
I stumbled forward on unsteady legs, my cock so hard I wondered if the brush of air was enough to make me come.
“Albie…” Portia whispered as I climbed onto the mattress.
I captured her face in my hands, drinking in her emerald eyes and the flush that spread from her cheeks to the tops of her breasts. “This fucking bow has been driving me mad,” I snarled. Then I bent and tugged it open with my teeth.
She sucked in a breath, pushing her fingers through my hair as I yanked her nightgown off her shoulders. I kept going, tugging the flimsy fabric to her waist. Then I buried my face in her soft breasts.
Her nipples tightened, and I turned my head and sucked one into my mouth. She was warm and sweet, the floral soap from the bath clinging to her skin. I circled her nipple with my tongue as I slipped a hand between her thighs and found her clit.
“I’ve never tasted you,” I mumbled against her nipple. “I think we should change that right now.”
“Please,” she said, answering me with a roll of her hips.
I bore her back on the bed, then dragged the nightgown off her legs and tossed it to the floor. She parted her thighs, and I crawled between them, my mouth watering at the sight of all her delicate, slick pinkness spread open for me.
