“Dildos?” Not to be left out, I asked, “Don’t I get one?”
“You have two cocks at your disposal. I don’t think you need one,” Rex said with a nervous laugh that didn’t quite meet his eyes. He clearly had doubts about what Flynn was inferring.
“Indeed, I should say not.” I fought the blush rushing along my cheeks. It was a bit too late to be embarrassed since I was touching Flynn in the most intimate way. However, my concern for Rex cut through my need for more intimacies.
“I am not sure I wish to use this.” Rex had become more serious, his arms crossed over his chest.
Understanding reflected in Flynn’s gentle gaze. “If that is your wish. You don’t have to make a decision just yet, but you will need a condom, as will I.”
“Thank you for your understanding.” With a nod, Rex relaxed. He held my regard while rolling the rubber down over his length, slicking the prophylactic with oil.
“Eleanor, I ask that you allow me to bed you while Rex buggers me.”
“Only if Rex is still in agreement.” The only man I’d been with balked a bit at the dildo yet moved behind our lover, showing every intention to follow through with buggering Flynn. He had given me his blessing, and he had mine however, I was still leery and unsure why.
“Of course, I have given you my blessing. Do I still have yours?” He stared at me with pleading eyes. We both wanted this, and it was time to stop second-guessing our decision.
“Yes, of course.”
“Then what are you waiting for Flynn?” Rex asked with a tongue-in-cheek grin, tossing a condom at the other man.
“And you call me a prat.” Flynn rolled the condom on with record speed, his hand shaking in eagerness. Our eyes locked, and he guided me onto my hands and knees, his large hands onmy hips. He said to Rex, “I will need you to ready my body for your cock with the oil.”
“It will be my pleasure.” Rex licked his lips, his gaze sweeping down Flynn’s torso.
“And mine.” Flynn brought me to the edge of the bed, and I stared at him over my shoulder, feeling exposed. Seeing my uncertainty, Flynn smoothed a hand over my buttocks to tease my folds. “This may be new to you, Eleanor, but it will be enjoyable.” I relaxed, knowing my lovers would not hurt me. Lust tightened his jaw as he entered me from behind with one sensual stroke. I gripped the coverlet with my fingers and pressed my lips together. He was large, his cock stretching my pussy.
Rex stood behind Flynn, his hands spanning the other man’s buttocks.
By the way that Flynn jerked and gripped my hips tighter, Rex had begun to ready Flynn for what was to come. I had difficulty seeing more than Flynn’s face and the side of my husband’s hip, but my imagination was sparked.
Being on all fours was different than I was used to, and it crossed my mind that Flynn could see every one of my scars. If he thought them repulsive, his demeanor didn’t show it. It was time to embrace my scars because, frankly, I had no other options. In a way, they were battle wounds, and ultimately, I was the victor.
I rocked back into him, eager for more. He lifted me with one arm draped around my chest, his breath hot on my ear. In this room, I wanted to leave my past behind. One hand palming my breast, he splayed his fingers and settled his fingertip at the juncture of my thighs. My head rested on his shoulder, his cock sliding in and out of me, hitting a spot I never knew existed.
At seventeen, I had been obsessed with the memories of kissing Flynn and had woken up many nights with my core onfire and no way to quench my body’s cravings. Touching myself had been taboo. Tonight, I was willing to leave everything on the table to live out my dream. To have my husband participate was an added boon, and I could hardly wait to see what else the night would bring.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Lord Flynn, Earl of Larsson
“Are you ready?” Rex asked.
“I am.” I clasped Eleanor’s hips and stopped moving, her inner muscles hugging me tight. It was torture to remain still, but it would be well worth it. Rex slid the head of his cock inside my center, the thickness touching every nerve inside me. I had a hard time keeping myself from spunking.
