I placed a peck on her nose. Leave it to Amelia to be the adventurous sort. “You will indeed.”
“You will bugger me then?” Oliver asked.
I caressed his cheek, wishing I could accommodate him. “The first time can be painful, and I don’t wish to ruin such a perfect night. I will, however, beg you to bugger me.”
“I would like to oblige you.” He flashed a shy smile and got up to retrieve the condoms I had placed on the bedside table. As he performed the task, I focused on Amelia, trying to regulate my breathing. It was an ineffective move on my part. With her flushed neck and dusky nipples, her presence only heated my need, stoking the lust within.
She licked her lips, and I slanted my mouth across her pliant one, kissing her sweet mouth. Cognizant of Oliver standing behind me, I arched my back in eager anticipation of his attention. I lifted my head and met Amelia’s sultry gaze. “I have plans for you, sweet Amelia.” I gripped her hips and, cupping her bottom, watched her face as I drew my tongue along her sleekfolds. Her giggle turned into a gasp, and she rested back on her arms, her breasts jutting out.
One big hand clasped my hip, and Oliver positioned me belly down near the edge of the mattress. Using his oil-slicked finger to breach my arse, he readied me for his cock. My gaze met Amelia’s, and she stared at me with eager eyes; her nipples peaked. I inhaled her growing arousal. Goosebumps played along my skin as I pushed back into every thrust of his finger. I was more than ready for his cock.
He positioned his cock at my arse and pushed inside my willing body. I wouldn’t call it love, but I was fond of him and would be devastated if he were no longer in my life.
“Do you like being buggered?” Amelia asked, lifting her hand and running it through my hair. The emerald ring on her finger glittered in the light.
My chest swelled with something I dared not examine closely. She was my sister-in-law, and I loved her but wasn’t in love with her. Amelia’s neck and chest were vividly flushed, air panting from between her lips. She was on the edge and would fall off in a matter of seconds.
“Yes, Noah, faster, please, I—” She shuddered, her limbs going stiff, her eyes closing in ecstasy. Licking my lips, I pulled back and glanced over my shoulder.
Shifting to avoid Amelia’s sprawled form, I flipped onto my back and lifted my knees, bracing my feet on his shoulders. From the sweat on Oliver’s forehead, he was ready to join her. The pure physicality of our encounter only added to the need building inside me.
Amelia laid her head on my shoulder and gripped my cock in her slender fingers. Oliver’s thrusts became frantic. Amelia worked my member in rhythm with Oliver’s movements. There was no denying the lust that sparked between us.
Blue eyes locked on mine, and I read a flash of something other than lust before he lowered his lashes. Love. He loved me. I glanced up to see Amelia. Slender fingers played with my nipple, and the second she began to place soft, open-mouth kisses on my lips, my heart swelled with an emotion I never thought to feel again. Love. Panic hit, and I wanted to run away but stay where I was at the same time.
Oliver pushed my knees down and out. With him buried deep in my arse, leaving wasn’t a possibility. I stifled a hysterical laugh, willing myself to stay in the moment. He leaned in and latched onto my other nipple, drawing it into his mouth. My lovers bombarded me with their combined attention, and my panic receded for the moment. I released a throaty moan, my chest rising, begging for more of their shared seduction. Oliver arched his neck, every tendon standing out. He spunked hard, his body convulsing inside mine from the force of his desire.
With a cry of my own, I allowed pleasure to overtake me. Air rushed from my lungs, my cock erupting in intense sensations. Being with them was like an addiction, and I couldn’t wait to experience more with them, no matter how bad it was for me. My weight had rolled Amelia closer to me, her lovely breasts pressed to my side. Calling upon every ounce of strength I had, I lifted her chin and swept my lips across her parted ones. She released a throaty purr, her mouth slanting beneath mine. Like the finest wines, she made me feel drunk on passion. I skimmed my palm to the back of her neck, dipping my tongue into her mouth. Her hand moved to around my neck, nails scorching my skin before she broke our kiss, liquid eyes meeting mine. She offered a sensual smile and lay back on the pillow. “That was lovely,” she murmured.
“It was bloody fantastic,” Oliver said. He was stretched out on the mattress next to Amelia as I broke the kiss with his wife. His naked body was golden in the dim light, an impressive figurewith his long limbs and defined muscles. Even with my body sated, I wanted to explore his sturdy frame more. Patience. I was a greedy man when it came to Oliver and Amelia. Perhaps it was the newness of our intimacies or the bond we’d forged over the years; my time with them seemed more special than with my author couple.
Amelia’s laughter shook the bed, and she exhaled a long breath. “I believe that is a more apt description.”
“I think I could sleep forever,” I said on a yawn.
She snuggled closer to me, her body warm and soft. The scent of roses and woman was enticing, and my mind screamed to leave before I became too embroiled in the affair. It was the height of foolishness to give in to my softer side. Time had proven I was a fool; thus, I would have to live with the consequences of my impulse.
“Are you happy with the way things turned out tonight?” I asked.
“Indeed I am.” She turned her head and kissed my chest, nestling deeper into the mattress. “I never knew bed sport could be so energetic.”
“I would have to say primal was a more fitting word,” Oliver said. I forced myself to get up and retrieve a cloth from the bathing room. A glance in the mirror found a man who looked well-tossed. It was freeing to explore my desires for the couple on the bed without inhibition. This was a temporary situation, but I’d enjoy it while it lasted.
Cloth in hand, I returned to the bed and cleaned Amelia before I removed the condom from Oliver. Amelia was already asleep, her face glowing from her earlier activities. I threw the soiled cloth onto the table and crawled into bed next to Amelia. I lifted my arm and wrapped it around her shoulder.
Oliver met my gaze over the span of the pillows.
The need for sleep became more insistent, but I continued to hold his gaze. He reached out and took my hand, threading his fingers through mine. I rubbed my thumb along his wrist. No matter how our future turned out, I would forever remember this night. “How are you feeling?” I asked.
“Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.” He glanced down at Amelia sleeping peacefully, pleasure over his accomplishment written all over his face. “You were right. The way her pussy hugged my cock was ambrosia. It was almost as good as my cock in your arse. I mean, I liked both. Very much. I just...” he colored the slightest bit. “I will shut up now.”
I laughed at his quip. “I know from personal experience each has their own draw.”
The man who introduced me to the pleasures of buggering could give a master class, and I hoped when the time came, I could introduce Oliver to the same pleasures. For tonight, I was pleased with the outcome. Oliver had stepped up to the mark and bedded his wife. He might still prefer cock, but he showed respect for his wife by pleasing her.
My two pupils were well on their way to wedded bliss. If I were smart, I would bow out in the morning. But I was a greedy man and would be a willing participant as long as they wanted me to be.
The thought of being left out might sting, but nothing lasted forever. Life had taught me that harsh lesson. I pushed the memories aside. It was a time for celebration, and I would celebrate with these two special people.
