Amelia began to flick my nipple with her tongue, her lovely mouth sucking on the budded flesh. I slipped a hand through my hair, pulling the strands to stay grounded. She continued her exploration of my chest, each press of her lips an enticement unto itself.
Oliver unrelentingly worked my cock, his mouth gripping the head before he took me deep into his throat once more. He splayed my arse, and one thick finger breached my center. Pleasure bombarded me, and I wanted more of what he gave so readily. I was a fool to have pushed him away for the crime of loving me.
“Amelia, give me a condom please,” Oliver said before he buried the tip of his tongue into my crown, the pearly liquid glistening on his mouth.
Lips rosy and her eyes a sultry honey hue, she retrieved the item from the bedside table, as well as the oil I’d acquired for buggering. He took her hand and wrapped it around my cock. “You can continue where I left off. I have other things I would like to do to Noah.”
“Excellent, I have yet to taste Noah.” With a seductive wink, Amelia straddled my chest, her tongue replacing Oliver’s, and she teased me with the sight of her glistening pussy. I traced my finger along her sleek folds, finding the swollen nub and massaging it. She rocked into my hand, eager for more. I wanted to give her everything she asked for and more. Her hair brushed my leg as she ran her tongue up and down my cock. He got offthe bed and, donning a condom, he slicked up his cock with the oil, his face flushed with need.
My body caught on fire as he lifted my legs until my ankles rested on his shoulders. I swallowed in anticipation, time fading into the background. He grasped my thighs, bringing me to the edge of the bed. The thick head of his cock pushed into me, his face and neck reddened from his seduction. I slipped a finger into her pussy, as Amelia continued to lick and suck her way along my length.
He began to plunge into me, hips rolling. With every thrust, my own need grew. I had two hours to be with them before I had to leave. Well, with Amelia sucking my cock and Oliver fucking, me, I wasn’t sure how much time passed. I didn’t care. Nothing mattered but the ratcheting desire inside my body. Heated blue eyes watched me, love and lust in their depths. To love another man was dangerous in so many ways, yet love him I did, and I sensed I always would.
I gripped Amelia’s hips and brought her lower body to my mouth, licking her pussy. Her hand on my cock amplified in speed. Her musky scent added to my growing desire to give in to the need for release. I clutched her arse, sucking on the swollen nub and flicking it with my tongue, her juices flowing over my chin. She arched her back and melted into my touch. Oliver’s movements increased until I could no longer hold on. I spunked hard, my groan of fulfillment echoed by a gasp from her, her pelvis pushing into my caress.
Oliver continued his relentless thrusts, fingers tight on my calves. Amelia climbed off me and lay beside me. She watched Oliver with heavy lids, a gleam of satisfaction in her softened features. My other lover was splendid in his quest to find fulfillment. His blond hair gleamed golden in the low light from the gas lamp. He truly was a handsome man with his aristocratic bearing and muscular physique. Strain showed around his eyesand mouth, tension in every defined muscle as pleasure washed over him.
He placed my legs tenderly on the bed but remained standing where he was, panting, his chest rising and falling.
Amelia yawned, one leg looped around mine. I rested my head on my bent arm, my pulse slowing to a normal rate. The duke and duchess had worn down my defenses until I had to acknowledge the truth, love wasn’t the enemy.
Tilting my chin toward her, Amelia placed a soft peck on my lips. Our eyes met, and she whispered with regret, “I suppose you’ll wish to leave soon.”
Sighing, I closed my eyes. Oliver approached the bed with a wet cloth from the basin and ran it up and over my belly. I met his heavy-eyed stare, barely able to keep my eyelids open. “No, my love, I have nowishto leave.”
“You still have a little over an hour until that time,” Amelia said.
“Indeed, you are right, my love.” Oliver curled up on my other side. The musky scent of desire and soap clung to him, shaking my resolve. “However, Noah has obligations he must see to, thus we shouldn’t make him feel guilty for doing his duty to his children.”
The married couple held me hostage to my own desires. Cocooned in a seductive embrace, I exhaled a resigned breath. Although it pained me to leave my two lovers, my children would require my attention. I was forging a bond with my sons, and that bond was priceless.
“You are right, Oliver. I am sorry, Noah. My nephews take precedence in your life. Kiss them for me and tell them that I love them,” Amelia said, playing a kiss on my lips before she met my gaze. “And I love you very, very much.”
My chest swelled with affection for her. I had put my children first and thought if I focused all of my love and attention onthem, I would be whole again. It was the naïve fantasy of a desperate man grieving the loss of his wife.
“I love you as well. Don’t I deserve a kiss?” Oliver asked with an amused lilt to his voice.
“Indeed you do and more. Yet time is sifting through my fingers, and I can’t do more than kiss you goodbye.” I met his regard before our lips connected. He gripped the nape of my neck, angling his chin to deepen our kiss. The clock chimed the half-hour, breaking us apart.
“I have to leave.” I climbed from the bed and stood on shaky legs.
Amelia sat upright, her pert breasts tempting my resolve to leave. “I will come visit later this morning to see them. Parting is such sweet sorrow,” she said with a mischievous grin.
Oliver scooted closer to his wife and wrapped his arm around her waist. She rested her head against his shoulder. The couple had come to mean the world to me, and I couldn’t express what their kindness and understanding meant to me. I’d been adrift in a sea of grief, although I hadn’t been alone. Amelia suffered with me. She’d given me comfort and the strength to move forward instead of backward. I strode toward the connecting door when Oliver asked, “You will come back tonight?”
I paused and, glancing at him over my shoulder, I nodded. “There’s no place else I’d rather be.”
