Colt brought my nipple between his lips, sucking on the constricted bud. His mouth, combined with Lord Kendrick’s, bombarded me from all angles.
Sensations continued to abound through me, bringing me to grander heights. In return, I wanted to touch both men, to explore what was happening between us without the burden of clothing. My own bodily greed took precedence. “I’m not sure I can capture this on paper.”
“No, I would imagine not.” Colt left my breast and lifted my chin. Questioning eyes met mine, a shine in their depths. With a slow grin, he brought his lips to mine. I closed my eyes at the first touch of his mouth. His kiss differed from Lord Kendrick’s, but it was no less pleasant. He cupped my breast and rolled his thumb over my nipple, each stroke adding to the pressure building inside me.
The duke inserted a finger into my body. I clutched at it with my inner muscles. On our wedding night, he would sink his cock into me, filling the emptiness that had existed for so long. He worshipped my cunny. The glide of his tongue, coupled with the suction from his mouth, increased my need.
Colt’s sultry reverence of my lips added to my pleasure.
I could feel the juices flowing between my legs. The blood pumped through my cunny, and something exploded from deep inside my womb. I tore my mouth from Colt’s and threw my head back, my fingers clutching at Lord Kendrick’s hair. “Oh dear,” I moaned, the words coming out on a long wail.
Strong fingers clutched my bottom, and my back bowed with a pleasure I had never experienced before. My breath came in pants. I dropped back down to the settee, my body in a state of euphoria.
Face flushed, my essence on his lips, Lord Kendrick plopped down on the settee next to me. He grabbed my glass of sherryand drank from it, his chest heaving. “That, my lady, is how it is done.”
“You are full of yourself,” Colt said, sharing a carnal smile with me.
Lord Kendrick reached over me, clasped Colt behind the neck, and dragged him in for a kiss. I watched the two men kiss mere inches from me, tongues dueling in an erotic dance of lust. The sight stoked the embers in my core. I felt like the greediest of ladies. The men had brought me unbelievable pleasure, and yet I wished for more. The duke was a giving man whose generosity was on full display. He deserved to have his own needs met.
I had observed how Lord Kendrick had performed Colt’s cock-sucking. I wasn’t sure if I could achieve the act with any finesse. His kiss with Colt deepened, and their heavy breath hung in the air. I laid one hand on his thigh, seeking fingers moving up the hardness.
My palm connected with the prominent length of Lord Kendrick’s cock beneath the wool. I flushed every time I thought the word, let alone touched his cock. The books I had read were never this explicit. Like the title of my manuscript, they had often been steeped in ambiguity. I wasn’t lying before when I needed him to interpret them.
He clasped my hand and dragged his mouth from Colt’s. Impassioned eyes met mine. “Do you have enough material yet?”
“Not yet. As perfect as what you did for me was, Moran wasn’t interested in the hero and heroine exchanging intimacies.” I wasn’t concerned about the publisher but my own curiosity. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. A woman had to keep some secrets.
Chapter Sixteen
Lord Kendrick, Duke of Alton
“I believe it is time for me to try my hand at seduction.” Colt dropped to his knees on the floor and pushed my legs apart. I stared at his bent head, my mind still reeling from my earlier play with him. He unfastened the buttons at my waist and slipped his fingers into my trousers. I had expected him to be a reserved lover. He’d proven to be quite receptive to stimulus. Perhaps the biggest surprise was that he was queer.
The way he had kissed Lillian, perhaps he was more like me, straddling both sides of the fence.
I draped my arm around her shoulders and nibbled at her ear. Her breasts were bare and rosy from Colt’s attention. Although she lacked an ample bosom, her small, pink-tipped breasts were firm and round. She tilted her head to allow me access to her neck, but she wasn’t looking at me.
Colt slipped his fingers around my cock and rubbed his palm up and down my shaft.
Familiar heat chased along my spine. I had satisfied two lovers, and my cock was aching for relief. Passion erupted at his intimate stroke, and I thrust into his caress. My first encounter with another man was with a fellow artist. It had been passionate but fraught with difficulties. I had been in love with him. He thought I was young and impulsive. He was right. Since then,I have had multiple male lovers, Gavin being the latest. Now I would add Colt to the list.
I studied his sinewy frame and tousled hair. Gifted with a wry sense of the ridiculous, his blunt manner kept me entertained. He stood a head above the others. Lillian also fit the same mold as Colt. I was glad to have them in my life.
I reconsidered the repercussions of becoming physically involved with Colt in the back of my mind. I was notorious for moving from lover to lover. He often had to clean up the mess I made in my fleeting relationships. I could depend on Colt to take care of the difficult things in my life. He was aware of my shortcomings and stuck by me, regardless. His longtime lust for me explained why.
