Strong hands parted my arse. He pressed the tip of his cock into my center, stretching the muscles until my body accepted the intrusion. A warm palm traced a path up my back, wet mouth following. I had despaired of ever experiencing such pleasure with a man. “Tell me if I am hurting you.”
Amelia lifted her head to explore my mouth, her nipples boring into my chest. “You’re not hurting him. At least not yet.” She licked her way along the line of my jaw until she reached my ear. In a low whisper, she said, “You must tell him if he is. No more secrets. No more shame.”
My past trauma with the doxy had cut into my confidence. To a young man, it seemed an insurmountable shock to the humors. I’d let my immature mind build up a fear of being physical with a woman. Amelia had been my champion. She hadn’t known it at the time, nor could I have told her such things. Women weren’t supposed to be exposed to the pleasures of the flesh until married. Like my wife said, keeping them in the dark was unfair.
Amelia brushed my hair back with a gentle hand, her nipples pebbled hard. I dipped my head, swirling my tongue around her nipple.
“Oliver?” Noah asked. He leaned across my body, his torso flush with mine.
I found it hard to speak, the newness of it all overwhelming.
“You’re not hurting me. You’re driving me mad, but you’re not hurting me. I—” I continued to hold Amelia’s gaze. I loved him and enjoyed what he was doing to me, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. She lifted one arched brow and angled her head, her unspoken challenge galvanizing me. “I wish to see your face, and I can’t,” I blurted out.
“As you wish.” Noah complied with my request, withdrawing from our embrace. I lay on my back, and Amelia curled up next to me, all sensual woman. Noah stroked his cock and watched me through hooded eyes. I wanted to drink in the sight of him and watch him find his pleasure. My knees on either side of his hips, he entered me again with one smooth lunge, followed by another deeper thrust and another, until I could hardly think. Full. The sensations building inside my body increased in magnitude with every stroke. Amelia clasped my cock and lowered her head. She tongued the circumference. What she lacked in finesse, she made up for with enthusiasm. I gripped the back of her neck, my fingers wrapped around her hair. Sweat broke out on my forehead, and I found it difficult to stop the pleasure I knew was coming.
Noah stared at me, his body tense as a bowstring. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his grip on my knees like a vice until a sense of euphoria washed over me. I shuddered from my release, shaking the entire bed. My beautiful wife continued to pump my cock between her slender fingers until I lay panting, unable to catch my breath.
With a grunt, Noah threw his head back and convulsed inside me, his pleasure, my pleasure. I had been born a duke, and my title demanded I conduct myself with dignity and poise. For far too long, my title was a shield to protect my insecurities. Noah and Amelia broke down that barrier, and while I would always be a duke, it was what I was, notwhoI was.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Lord Noah Peterson
Quiet had settled into Oliver’s room after our earlier round of bed sport, but I was strangely awake. Amelia had her hand on my belly, her head resting on my shoulder. The smell of roses and woman caressed my nose. The restlessness I’d often felt late at night was gone, and contentment took its place. Oliver had his leg curled with mine, his breath steady in sleep. One look at the clock and my stomach sank. Dawn was fast approaching, and I would have to leave soon.
Everything inside me rebelled at the notion. There was still so much I wanted to do with Oliver and Amelia. It wasn’t just about the bed sport. I genuinely liked spending time with them. Since Sally’s death, I hadn’t felt a sense of wholeness like I had at the beginning of the night.
Oliver moaned in his sleep, his semi-aroused cock resting on my leg. He’d given me a rump ride I’d never forget. His arse had been tight, hugging my cock until I thought I might explode. As much as I wished to ride him again, I couldn’t. He was still new to penetration, and I dare not risk hurting him.
“What time is it?” Amelia asked with a sleepy yawn, turning her head to look at me.
“If the clock is to be believed, a quarter past four in the morning, two hours until the boys wake up.” She was familiar with my family’s schedule. The children thrived on routine, andhaving one gave me a sense of purpose. Life kept moving, even when I wanted to stand in one place.
“Two hours will be sufficient to seduce you, my dearest Noah,” she said, angling her head to press her mouth with mine. Slender fingers fanned out, her nails gently raking my skin. I loved kissing her; if I could, I would bed her in a heartbeat. However, that wasn’t possible until she was increasing with Oliver’s child. Sally and I had melded well in the marriage bed, but she had been timid. Amelia was anything but. I drifted my knuckles down the soft skin of her arm. She’d touched me not just physically but intellectually, engaging my mind in a way my wife never had.
A large hand glided up my thigh until warm fingers encountered my growing erection. I smiled against Amelia’s lips. He was awake and had decided to join in the seduction.
“More than sufficient, but never sufficient enough,” Oliver said on a laugh. He shifted on the bed, his muscular body pale in the low light of the gas lamp that still burned. Head down, he licked and kissed his way down my torso, his palm fisting my cock.
“Seduction goes both ways. Or, in our case, a ménage à trois,” I said.
“You are always giving to others, let us give to you.” Amelia pressed tiny kisses along my jawline. Lush curves melted into my side, my love for her growing every second I was around her. I’d fought any emotional entanglements for fear of being hurt. Yet the prospect of never finding love again had made me miserable.
My cock in his hand, Oliver began to lick his way around the circumference. His self-assurance had grown over the past few weeks, and I was happy to see his newfound confidence in action. Not to be forgotten, Amelia splayed her fingers over my belly and glided them through the thatch of hair betweenmy legs. Her deft fingers slipped around the base of my cock, holding it for Oliver. He lifted his eyelids, and sensual eyes locked with mine as he drew his tongue down my length, his scorching mouth encompassing my cock. A groan escaped from deep in my chest, and I pressed my lips together at the growing sensations.
