The sound Merry made as the marquess seated the toy in her was hardly human. Her legs shook and she buckled against the bed’s edge, her face disappearing into the tangled covers for a moment as she swore with the fluency a sailor would applaud.
Elliot flashed a quick, rare grin. “You see. Begs for it.”
“I see,” Peter whispered, and came around the bed to look at her. Elliot stepped aside, but not far, and Peter was very aware in that moment that he and Merry were entirely naked but the marquess was still entirely dressed. It felt very wicked, like they were his playthings.
And they were, he supposed. Elliot might talk about this exploration of pleasure being all for Merry, but Peter had fucked enough to know that wasn’t true. The marquess had his own desires to explore.
Ones Peter was very happy to help with.
“Fuck her,” Elliot murmured as he walked away, around the bed to the chair where Peter had sat to remove his boots. He slid low on the cushion and watched, hands gripping the armrests so hard that his knuckles were white.
Peter shivered. He had fantasized so often about having this woman, from the time he was old enough to know what sex was. Over the long years they were parted, he had still dreamed of burying himself in her as she wailed and twisted in pleasure beneath him, around him. And now…
Now this was fantasy about to come true.
“Merry,” he began.
She glared at him over her shoulder. “You heard him. Please!”
Peter chuckled at the irritated demand, the desperate consent, and did not make her wait anymore. He wrapped an arm around her midsection, lifting her a little, positioning her so he could align his now rock-hard cock against her positively gushing entrance. She whimpered as he stroked the head of himself through the evidence of her wild desire, the evidence of Elliot coming in her earlier.
A thought that gave him a lewd thrill. He would have a little of the marquess right this moment, along with his wife. He thrust into her in one long stroke. She was so wet there was no resistance, and she cried out as he took her to the hilt.
She ground back, gripping him in a pussy so tight it felt like she’d been built to match him. She rippled, a hint of orgasm to come, and the sensation streaked up his cock. Slowly he began to grind into her, holding her hip with one hand as he glided the other to her throat.
She gripped harder when he squeezed just the slightest bit, enough to let her feel him there, not enough to hurt. Elliot made a soft sound on the chair and Peter watched as he opened his fall front and caught his cock in his hand to stroke absently as he watched them together.
And so Peter put on a show. He thrust gently, then harder, feeling the grip of her, feeling the hint of the toy in her arse with every stroke. Just like he’d feel Elliot later. God, he could come right now, just imagining that.
But he wouldn’t. No, he had so much work to do before that happened. Especially when Merry shoved a hand between her thighs and began to arch against her fingers in time to his thrusts. He drew her along, edging her toward the release she clearly craved. But before he let her find it, he glanced back up at Elliot.
“Should I ready her for you?” he asked, and removed the hand from her hip to grasp the flat end of the plug. He slowly began to work it, drawing the toy nearly out of her, then easing it back in. Over and over as he thrust in time, as she humped her fingers and screamed so loud that he would wager anyone outside would hear her.
She came, gripping his cock so hard that he nearly spent. Waves of pleasure rolled through her, through him as she swore and writhed and slammed back against his cock and the toy inside of her.
He glanced up to find Elliot had removed his jacket, his waistcoat. His cravat was nearly undone as he unwrapped it at breakneck speed. Peter continued to stroke her as he watched the inevitable moment when he would see this man in all his glory.
When it finally happened, when the Marquess of Egerton stripped his shirt away and almost tore his trousers off, Peter forgot how to breathe. Elliot had always been uncommonly handsome. Peter had never been able to deny that, even from the first time he met him.
With a harsh jaw and gorgeous features, dark eyes and full lips, broad shoulders and thick thighs, no one could look at him and not think…god. But when he was naked?
It was all multiplied. He wasn’t soft, not in any way, and when he moved across the room toward them, there was no doubt that he was in control. At least for the moment. Peter intended to test that control.
Elliot said nothing as took a place on the pillows on his back, his hard cock pointing upward, ready for her. “Take out the toy,” he ordered Peter. “And Merritt? Merritt.”
She lifted her head and stared at him, desire still sparking in that gorgeous blue-green sea of her gaze. “I want you in me.”
“Exactly,” he almost purred.
Peter did as he’d been told, gripping the toy and gently removing it. She moaned as he did so and pulled away from him. He grunted as his cock slid from her wet pussy, and took himself in hand to stroke as he watched her climb up on the bed. She cupped Elliot’s face and kissed him deeply as the marquess set a possessive hand against her backside, massaging there.
At last, she parted from him with one meaningful look and then she turned her back, straddling Elliot so he could watch as she positioned herself over his cock. He helped her align her arse, and together they eased their bodies closer, moaning in unison as he took her inch by gorgeous inch.
When they were fully joined, Merry rocked against him, fucking his cock with her arse as she gripped his thighs for purchase.
Elliot let her for a moment, his eyes coming shut like he was just savoring the feel of her around him. But after a few long pumps, he opened them and speared Peter with a heated look. He reached forward and caught Merry’s arms, pulling her back against his chest. She adjusted herself, lying back, lifting her legs, opening her pussy to Peter.
He didn’t hesitate but moved between both their spread legs. He placed one hand on Merry’s soft thigh, the other on Elliot’s steely one, and felt both of them ripple with his touch. He pressed his cock back against her flexing sex and pushed. With Elliot’s big cock in her it took more effort to fill her, but he did it and she twisted against them both.
