Moran’s movements became more frantic, and my eyes locked on Birdie’s. Her cheeks were a bright pink, the lust in her eyes drawing me in. I wanted to kiss her, and yet I wanted to continue to plunge into Moran until I found fulfillment. But I had other plans and waited until he gave up control. His body stiffened, and he flexed his arms while moving more quickly inside Birdie.
I withdrew from his tight heat and climbed off the bed. He rolled off Birdie to his side, his arm moving over his eyes, chest heaving. She lay sprawled on the mattress, eyes closed, breathing heavily. I grabbed a cloth from the bedside table to remove my condom before I did the same for him. I began to wrap the rubber in the cloth when I spied a streak of blood on the white background.
My gaze went to Birdie for a long moment. Could she have been a virgin? She said she was a widow. She may have been at the end of her cycle or the beginning of it. Or she wasn’t a widow at all. Short of calling her out, I couldn’t say for sure. I threw the spotted cloth into the bin with the other rubbish. It would appear I needed to do a bit of investigation before I accused her of any wrongdoing. Perhaps I should simply let it go. All of us had secrets.
Moran opened his eyes, his gaze skimming down my belly to my engorged cock. He held out his hand and clasped my length, pulling me forward with it. “Come here, and I will help you with that.”
Birdie lifted her lashes, desire still bright in her regard. “I would like to help. You have been so generous to me. I would like to reciprocate in any way I can. Frank, well, he and I never did that either.”
Her eagerness seemed genuine without any artifice.
I climbed back onto the bed and propped myself on the pillow. Moran leaned over me on one side, his hand moving up and down on my cock. Birdie knelt on my other side, her breasts tempting me. “Moran can take care of my cock. I wish to do a bit of exploration of my own.”
With my hand out, I waited for her to take it. Encouraging her to straddle my waist, I brought her down, my mouth finding her plump nipple. She arched her back as I played my tongue over it, her nails raking into my chest. Raw desire emanated from her, and I wanted to please her more than I wanted pleasure myself.
Moran sucked on my cock, his lips locking on the crown. He was very adept at bringing me to the brink and beyond. Soon, I would let the pleasure overtake me. I wasn’t ready yet.
I drifted my hand to her cleft, my fingers finding the sleek flesh. She threw her head back, her face tense with the need for fulfillment. The last woman I was with had been Suzette. Our nights had been unforgettable, her needs seemingly insatiable. Alberto was impotent and had kept her for appearances, and the arrangement suited her.. I wanted her as my wife and the mother of my children. She had reservations about my job because her stepfather had been a bobby and she didn’t want that kind of life.
Birdie gripped my shoulder with one hand, her other cupping my cheek. I released her nipple and met her velvety gaze. She dipped her head, her lips connecting with mine in a searing kiss. I opened to her seeking tongue, my fingers on her cleft moving with more speed. What a kind and giving woman she’d turnedout to be. I had seen firsthand how she had treated her sisters and took her responsibility to them seriously. If she had a secret, I needed to leave it alone.
The woman kissing me so passionately bore down on my hand, her hips pushing into the caress. She quivered, the force of her release seeming to elevate her to a higher level of passion. Breaking the kiss, she cried out, “Blimey.”
Laughing at her exuberance statement, I waited until she collapsed on my chest before I guided her onto her side. She cuddled up next to me, her arm draped across my chest. “Thank you.”
“You are welcome.” I cupped her chin, and she grinned before glancing down at Moran.
My other lover wrapped his fingers tight at my base, his palm massaging my ballocks while he ran his mouth up and down my length. Denying my need was no longer an option, and I clenched my hands into the linens beneath me. Moran looked between me and Birdie, his eyes hooded.
Birdie dipped her head, her lips latching onto my nipple. It was too much. I let the sensations overtake me, pleasure rushing through me in waves. Moran milked my cock, drawing every bit of lustful desire out of me. In the aftermath, I sank deeper into the mattress, unable to move.
With a grin, Moran climbed up my body, placing a kiss on my lips before he lay on my other side.
“That was lovely. Simply lovely.” She stretched out, her silky nipples grazing my side.
Moran reached across me and caressed her swollen lips. “We could write our own book now.”
Her laughter shook the bed, and she nodded. “Indeed we could. What would we call it?”
“It will be hard to top Lady X, the Dark Knight, and Lord Golden, but I will come up with something,” I said on a yawn.My creative juices started to flow, and I stared up at the ceiling, content to lie here for a time.
“I would love a bath. Does the tub in the bathroom work?” Birdie asked.
“Of course it works.” Moran rested his hand on my belly. He was especially proud of the bathing room. “I installed two coppers for extra water.”
“Moran enjoys a good soak. He even has fancy bath beads from France.” I met his scowl with a broad grin, unwilling to be put off by his silent chastisement.
“Oh, you have bath salts?” Her eyes lit up even more, reflecting a different kind of need. “How heavenly. Would it be rude for me to go bathe? I don’t get the opportunity to soak in a tub often.”
“By all means, you should.” Moran splayed his fingers, flexing them over my belly. Our banter was always meant in jest, and he knew it. “Sometimes a good soak is just the thing.”
Leaning over me, Birdie pressed a kiss to his lips before playing her lips over mine. Smiling impishly, she scrambled from the bed, her hips swaying and breasts bouncing in an alluring manner before she snatched up her chemise and hid her body from view. Moran turned his head to watch her leave until she disappeared.
I nudged him with my elbow, sure she would welcome his company. It was telling that she had chosen him to bed her. Well, I had pushed the issue, but she hadn’t balked. “Go with her.”
“What?” He rolled his head toward me on the pillow, the lines between his eyebrows furrowed. Residual color from our play still highlighted his cheeks. Temptation almost distracted me, but I couldn’t allow my need for him to interfere with my matchmaking.
“Go with her.” I pointed in the general direction of the bathing room. “Shelikes to bathe.Youlike to bathe.Shelikes you.Youlike her. It is a win all around.”
