Colt reached around my hip, his palm finding my cock while capable fingers continued to loosen the tight muscles in my center. My two lovers bombarded me from both directions.
In the past, I had worried about marriage and how it would hamper my freedom. Lillian waylaid those fears. With every second spent in her company, she chipped away at my resolve to remain unattached from any emotional involvement. I pushed her legs farther apart, wishing to grant her every request. I’d treat her with dignity and respect as my wife, but I could make no further promises.
No matter how much I desired her.
Or him.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Sir Colt Lawrence
“‘Lady X unfastened the robe from her body, baring her budding breasts to Lord Golden’s tempted regard. If he were forced to pay penance, he would do so knowing his pleasure was her pleasure.’” The muse had hit me, and her name was Lady Lillian. When Lord Kendrick proposed our current scenario, I scoffed at the idea. It was turning out to be entertaining in more ways than I expected.
She slipped the knot from its mooring around her waist and the material parted. Doe eyes met mine, and she licked her lips, her color high from Lord Kendrick’s ministrations. “‘Lady X conceded to his request and allowed the heavy robe to fall to the ground. The dark knight stirred the flames in Lady X’s, um, her ...’” she trailed off, indecision wrinkling her brow.
“Cunny, pussy, naughty bits, insert a word. Any word will do. There is no shame in naming the parts of your body.” I wanted to bolster her confidence. Besides befriending me, she’d already given me my greatest dream with Lord Kendrick.
“My cock’s name is Byron,” Lord Kendrick said, working his way down her belly.
“Of course, it is,” I said, shaking my head at his teasing. My fingers continued to loosen his center to prepare for my aching cock.
“You can refer to it,” he said, rocking into my touch.
Leaning back, Lady Lillian anchored her arms behind her for support. Honey hair fell down her back, enhancing the lovely column of her neck. In the golden light, she looked ethereal. My chest filled with light as if I were invincible yet vulnerable. I’d been infatuated with Lord Kendrick, but I never expected to experience the same poignant feelings for his wife.
“‘Lord Golden begged Lady X to grant him permission to kneel at the altar of the dark knight. Would she grant him his simple wish, or would he live in purgatory for the rest of his days?’” The time had come, and I released his cock to grasp his tight bottom. I had donned a condom and slicked up my cock with oil in anticipation of this moment. Although Lord Kendrick had given me permission to bugger him, I wanted her blessing. Silly, yes, but he was her husband.
If she said no, I did not know what I would do.
“‘Lady X watched in anticipation for Lord Golden to make the dark knight his lover.’” She stared at me, her face flushed and her nipples pebbled hard. Lord Kendrick’s head settled between her legs, but I wasn’t privy to what he was doing.
Soft sighs issued from her lips, her long arms taut. I caught the faint purring sound, and my sense of rightness expanded.
Inhaling to gather my wits, I inserted the tip of my cock into his center, the tightness nearly my undoing. I had been with women before and one man, but my past encounters had been purely physical. That place in my heart was reserved for Lord Kendrick. He grunted, his legs flexing as I pushed into his willing body. He was muscular and solid, pulling me into his heart, his body, his soul. My hands on his hips, I pushed ever deeper into him. Heat encased my cock, and I gripped the smooth skin under my palm.
“‘Lady X buried her fingers in the thickness of the dark knight’s hair and, with one last gasp of air, let the pleasure overcome her ...’” The words were uttered on a breathy scream.She threw her head back, her entire body trembling. Delight enhanced her features before her head dropped, her chest heaving.
Her husband lifted his torso, his palms flat on the desk on either side of her.
Lord Kendrick was no longer my employer, but he was most definitely my lover. I leaned over him, my chest to his back. He was taller than me, but his bent-over position allowed me to wrap my arm around his neck, my hips rolling, each thrust a tiny slice of heaven. Affection for him grew inside my core and increased with every breath of my body, but I could never express my feelings to him. I tongued his ear and heard his ragged breath. “‘Lord Golden sank deep into the dark knight—repeatedly—unsure where he began, and the other man ended. They were pulled together by Lady X, and if not for her grand scheme to bend them both to her will, neither would have realized the extent of their passions.’”
“Oh, that is very good, Colt. Very good.” She cupped the side of my cheek that still rested next to Lord Kendrick’s and thumbed my bottom lip. “Would you mind if I use it?”
“It would be my pleasure.” I grinned, standing on legs weak from the sheer physicality of our union.
