Chapter Thirteen
Lord Rex, Duke of Smythington
I had never been more ready for anything in my life. My cock stood at attention, and I almost spunked multiple times but managed to stop myself. I was sure once they began their seduction, I wouldn’t be able to hold out long.
“Rex will be on the settee. We will be on the floor.” Flynn stood and held his hand out to Eleanor. I had never seen her so free, and I was at once proud of her and disappointed we hadn’t explored our sensual side before this.
Flynn unfastened my trousers, his hair tousled from where Eleanor had run her hands through it. I was certain I wasn’t faring much better. She hadn’t donned her shirtwaist, which was telling in a good way. Her red locks had fallen from their mooring, and several curls cascaded down her bare bosom. She’d embraced the ménage with enthusiasm, and I was thrilled I had been able to please her, despite my lack of experience with cunny licking.
With their combined taste on my lips, I was eager to find my own gratification.
“Just as I recall,” Flynn said, grinning at Eleanor. He lifted my cock out of my small clothes, pushing my waistband away from my belly. “Your husband has a very nice cock, straight and just the right size.”
“While I am not sure what the right size is, I am flattered on his behalf.” She cast me an impish smile I felt to my very soul. “I assume we will be copying what Rex performed on you?”
“Indeed, I would like that,” I said. Flynn had been partially right about me recalling what he’d told me that night. Mainly, I used my imagination and the results were successful.
Flynn used the tip of his tongue to draw a line along the underside of my length. Throughout the years, I had recalled Flynn doing this very thing to me. Unlike Flynn, I never tried to find another male lover. Nor would I in the future. This was pleasant, but I didn’t think it was sustainable.
He lifted his head, his hand still pumping my cock. “Eleanor, it is your turn.”
With a bright blush staining her cheeks, she dipped her head, her tongue following the vein that ran along my length. Her touch was tentative at first but effective. Flynn circled my base with tight fingers, and I tried to regulate my breath. I didn’t have an issue spunking in his mouth. I didn’t think Eleanor would appreciate it.
My nipples rubbed against my shirt, adding to my already straining passions.
“You can be more aggressive. Just don’t bite.” He winked at me before he joined her, his tongue intertwining with hers.
“Biting is strictly forbidden.” I ran my hand through my hair, clutching at the strands. It was torture to have both of them bombarding my senses.
I looped my arm around his neck, the need to touch him strong.
“Here is where he is most sensitive.” Flynn gave Eleanor directions, settling his lips over my crown and sucking, his tongue flicking the slit at the top. The scents of earth and musk hovered between us, my cock aching to experience more of what he graciously granted me.
“That is perfect. Keep going.” I arched my neck at the sheer intensity of the sensations, the tendons in my back and shoulders straining.
“Eleanor, you are a natural. I will leave you to it while I kiss your husband. If that is acceptable, of course.”
“It is more than acceptable.” Eleanor offered Flynn a saucy smirk.
Flynn joined me on the settee, his arm moving around my neck, drawing me in. Our lips collided in a maelstrom of heat. Kissing him was different from kissing Eleanor. It was primal and raw, each sweep of his tongue a duel for supremacy.
Chest rising and falling with each breath, I tried to remain still for my wife’s benefit.
She took me deeper into her mouth, her slender hand gliding along my shaft. My heart hammered with suppressed need as she worked my cock with more speed, her mouth and hands moving in rhythm. I tore my mouth from Flynn’s, gulping in much-needed air. “I think you should trade places with Eleanor. I don’t think I can hold out much longer.”
He nodded at my unspoken implication.
She glanced up, her lips rosy from her ministrations. “Am I not doing this right?”
“You are doing it too well, my love.” I reached for her, and my lovers changed places. “I don’t wish to overwhelm you the first time.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, clearly doubting my explanation.
“He’s about to spunk and he doesn’t wish to do it in your mouth,” Flynn explained, his hand back on my cock.
“Oh.” She opened her mouth in surprise, and I kissed her in response. Laughter fell between us as she wrapped her arms around my neck, her breasts pressed to my side.
