His hands slid up my arms and trailed over the muscles of my biceps. They crossed my shoulders and traveled down my spine. They were rougher than Ophelia’s and broader and stronger. I shuddered as calluses scraped across my skin.
“Touch me too,” he commanded.
When I rested my palms on his chest, his coarse hair scratched my skin. I spread my hands wide and felt his heartbeat. His pulse ran steady where mine raced.
His shoulders were broader than mine by inches, and his pectorals were dense and defined. The muscles jumped, and I dragged my thumbs across his nipples and watched them harden into stiff peaks. His breath caught, and I throbbed in response.
His muscles tensed and flexed when I touched the flat planes of his stomach. I counted six distinct ridges of abs that were hard as stone.
“Lower,” he said.
My fingers shook at his belt.
“Go ahead.”
The buckle clinked in the quiet room, then I unzipped his trousers, pushing the fabric down his thighs. He stepped out and kicked them aside.
His cock jutted, thick and hard. It was flushed deep red, heavy, and bigger than mine, with veins that roped along the length. The head was broad and swollen, and a bead of moisture gathered at the slit. I stared at it and at him.
“More, Oliver.”
I wrapped my fingers around the velvet-soft skin over rigid flesh like silk stretched over steel. As I stroked up his length, his breath grew deeper and rougher.
His hips eased forward and pushed into my fist. I found a rhythm that went up with a twist at the top and down with a squeeze at the base. I learned what made his breath catch, what made his stomach muscles clench, and what made his hardness pulse.
A low sound tore from his chest, and his hips jerked. “Join us,” he said over my shoulder.
Ophelia pressed into my back. Her nipples were hard points beneath the silk of her pajamas and poked into my shoulder blades. Her hands slid around my waist, and her nails dragged across my stomach. She worked at opening my jeans, and my aching erection sprang out and slappedon my belly. She pushed the fabric down my legs, and I stepped out too.
Now, Kiernan and I were naked. Her hand wrapped around me from behind and pumped me while I worked him.
“My God.” Kiernan grabbed my neck, and his mouth crashed into mine. This kiss was hungrier than in the library and more demanding. His free hand wrapped around me, overlapping Ophelia’s. My knees nearly buckled as they stroked me together, sliding up and down my shaft in tandem.
Kiernan leaned away enough to look down. Our erections were hard and leaking, so close to touching. When he wrapped one large hand around both of us and stroked, a rough sound escaped me.
Ophelia kissed her way up my neck from behind. Her teeth grazed my earlobe, and her tongue traced the shell of my ear. I was caught with her softness on one side and his hardness on the other. Her hands roamed my torso and pinched my nipples while his continued playing with our cocks.
“Get on the bed,” he said, motioning to me and Ophelia.
She climbed onto the massive four-poster first and left her silk pajamas discarded on the floor. Her olive skin glowed bronze in the firelight as she stretched out on the dark sheets with her legs parted. Her sex glistened wet and pink and swollen.
“Oliver.” Kiernan’s speaking my name anchored me. “Get her ready for us.”
When she opened her legs, I breathed in the musky scent of her arousal, then lowered myself to her center.
She gasped when I found her swollen pearl of flesh. She threaded her hands in my hair, and her nails scraped my scalp as she held me close to her. I circled slow and steady with teasing strokes around the sensitive bud.
Her taste flooded my mouth, and I traced her folds to gather more of her wetness.
The mattress dipped behind me as Kiernan’s weight settled behind me, spreading me open. His hand slid down my spine, dragged over each vertebra, then the curve of my arse, landing between my cheeks.
“Color?” he asked.
“Green.” The word came out strangled.
“Then, keep going. Focus on her.”
His finger pressed my hole, but he didn’t push farther. The pad only circled the sensitive ring of muscle. No onehad ever touched me there, and the vulnerability of it sent electricity up my spine.
