“Oh my God,” she wailed, grabbing for Peter’s shoulders like he could give her purchase against the storm about to come.
But he wasn’t here to offer salvation. Oh no. He was here to bring her to her knees, to make her beg and screech and cry out. And so he began to move, stroking his cock into her, against Elliot through her, and suddenly they weren’t three people, but one desperate animal, seeking pleasure.
And finding it in a more powerful way than Peter had felt before. A way he feared he might never find again once this magical week was over.
And what a loss that would be.
CHAPTER5
Merritt
Since marrying Elliot a decade before, Merritt had experienced pleasures beyond her wildest dreams. From the first time he touched her on their wedding night, making her come had been his pastime, his obsession, and that physical pleasure had united them. She had come so many times for him and with him, in so many ways, but this…
This moment where both Peter and Elliot filled her, where they moved in almost perfect unison so that one was always withdrawing while the other was always thrusting forward? This moment where she was only aware of the sensations tearing through her body?
She had never felt anything like it.
She gripped Peter’s shoulder tighter even as she reached back to cup Elliot’s cheek. He turned his mouth into her, kissing her palm as he growled. “Come for me. Come for him.”
She almost laughed. There was going to be no preventing what he asked for in a moment. She felt the pleasure building in her, harder and more powerful than anything she’d ever felt before. She sank into it, not rushing it, not reaching for it, just letting it roll over her like a building storm.
When it hit, she realized she hadn’t been prepared at all. Her entire body convulsed as the two men fucked harder in their own building pleasure. Wave after unstoppable wave of sensation rippled through her, offering her both unspeakable delight and unbelievable relief. Elliot’s mouth met the back of her shoulder, and he kissed and lightly nipped her flesh as his moans grew louder to merge with hers.
Peter watched her, almost in wonder, like he’d never expected what was happening. Of course, neither had she, but how glad she was that they were here. That Elliot had arranged this powerful joining.
Peter’s expression twisted in ecstasy and he came first, pulling from her body, letting his release splash over her hot against her stomach as he cried out her name. Elliot followed quickly behind, filling her just as he had earlier in the day, his fingers digging into her hips.
She was shaking with the power of it all, with the exhaustion of what she’d just done and who she had done it with. She hardly noticed as Peter drew her up off of Elliot, cuddling her into his side as her husband scooted away.
Fingers were stroking through her hair. Peter’s or Elliot’s? She wasn’t entirely certain. Maybe it didn’t matter. She just wanted their hands on her forever, their bodies to be hers forever.
She wanted to forget that it wasn’t possible. That this was a birthday gift, a limited-time experience that had to end.
Elliot’s mouth brushed along her arm gently, and she turned toward him as he wiped a tear she hadn’t known she was shedding from the corner of her eye with his thumb.
“Bath?” he asked.
She blinked. Without servants he would have to fill it from the well just outside the house. In the dark of night, no less. But of course he would. Marquess or not, he was always willing to serve when it came to her.
“Yes,” she whispered. “As long as you’ll be part of it.”
He smiled, though there was a little distance to his stare as he pushed from the bed.
“Do you want my help?” Peter asked.
Elliot looked at him briefly as he grabbed his trousers, then turned away to tug them on. “No. You take care of her.”
Peter hesitated, then nodded. She cuddled closer to him, even as she watched Elliot go to the bedchamber door. There he paused, looked at them for a long moment.
And then he was gone. And she was alone with Peter for the first time since she’d found him in her parlor earlier in the day. Only they hadn’t truly been alone then, of course. That was all Elliot’s machinations to begin this game. Now they were truly alone, and probably would be for a while.
She glanced up at Peter, drinking in the sight of his blond locks, tangled from her fingers. She stroked his chest and the little curls there.
“Are we going to talk about…about us?” she asked.
He tensed a little, as if he recognized the danger in that subject as much as she did. “Eventually we’ll have to, I think.”
Quiet hung between them, both a comfort and not. Eventually, she cleared her throat. “I-I never stopped thinking of you.”
