She nodded and she felt Elliot doing the same behind her. She held her breath as Peter scooted closer and dragged his tongue over her breast. Elliot pressed his mouth to the side of her neck, watching as Peter licked and sucked her. The lazy pleasure became sharp between her legs and she bucked back against Elliot with a little moan.
“More?” Elliot whispered against her ear, his breath warm and sparking tingles in her body.
She nodded as she rocked against him and placed her hand on the back of Peter’s head. He glanced up at her and gave her the most wicked grin before he started to trail lower, his tongue tracing her ribcage, her stomach, her hip.
Elliot slowed his thrusts as Peter pushed her legs open wider. She crooked one over Elliot’s hip and they were fully exposed now. Peter smiled.
“What a pretty sight this is for the morning,” he said softly, nodding toward where their bodies were joined and Elliot’s fingers were pressed against her clitoris.
Peter reached out and touched her there too. Touched Elliot’s wet fingers. Elliot moved them, but slowly and once again he thrust harder for a fraction of a moment, as if Peter’s involvement made him lose that famous control he gripped so tightly.
Peter leaned in, brushing his rough cheek against Merritt’s thigh, licking there as he watched her husband fuck her up close. Then he lifted into her and licked her clitoris.
Both she and Elliot froze at the action. She whimpered ever so slightly as she looked down at him, head burrowed between her thighs, tongue working slowly and methodically against her, just fractions of an inch from her husband’s hard cock.
“Don’t stop,” she murmured, reaching up to touch Elliot’s face. She was talking to him, she was talking to Peter, she was talking to herself. They were entering new territory now. She knew it, she believed both the men knew it. And she definitely didn’t want to stop.
Elliot stroked again, thrusting with more purpose than before. And she felt Peter smile against her pussy as he licked and sucked harder and faster. They were working in earnest now, tandem seekers of her ultimate pleasure, and she saw it coming, felt it in the rising sensations between her legs that spread out through her entire trembling body.
She gripped the back of Peter’s head harder, pushing back against Elliot’s grinding cock with further abandon. They held her, sandwiched between them, working her body for the same purpose. When she came, it was sharp and sudden, like a cup that had suddenly overflowed.
She shook, trembling out of control, and in the process Elliot’s cock slipped from her. She whimpered at the loss of him filling her, but before he could readjust and push back inside, Peter caught him in hand.
She stared down at him as he stroked Elliot once before he aligned him and fed him back inside her body. Elliot cried out and his hand dug into her skin. To her surprise, that thin wire of control in him snapped and he began to fuck her hard. She was still convulsing from her orgasm and his hard and heavy thrusts served to drag that pleasure out.
Peter chased their ever-moving bodies, continuing to tongue her, moaning like he was deriving as much pleasure as they were. At last Elliot groaned once more and he poured into her, overflowing her with his pleasure. It didn’t stop Peter, he kept licking, cleaning away the evidence of her pleasure and her husband’s until her twitching body finally collapsed in pure satisfied exhaustion.
For a brief moment they all lay there, staring at each other, taking in what had just happened. Then Elliot pulled out of her and got up, snatching up his dressing gown from the bottom of the bed.
“I’ll find food,” he muttered before he turned on his heel and left the room. Left them. Left what had just happened and all that would change because of it.
* * *
Elliot
Elliot entered the parlor downstairs without even fully realizing how he’d gotten there. His mind was racing, his body shaking as what had just happened sank in.
Peter had touched him. Grabbed his cock with certainty and beautiful, perfect pressure, stroked him. Licked him. He’d definitely felt the other man’s tongue against the base of his cock while Elliot fucked Merritt. And he hadreveledin it.
The itch he’d felt, always felt, in the back of his mind when it came to men…Peter had dragged it forward, out into the light. Made it a full-born ache.
And he wanted more. Even though he didn’t know exactly what that meant. Oh, he knew what it meant physically, of course. He could easily picture a hundred scenarios with Peter without even trying hard. But what did it mean for his life? For how he saw himself? For his future with Merritt?
“Fuck, what doesanyof this mean for my future with her?” he muttered as he walked to the sideboard and poured himself a tall glass of Scottish whisky. He took a swig of it and let it burn down his throat.
“Isn’t it a little early for that?”
He hesitated at the sound of Merritt’s voice behind him. Slowly he turned and found her, wrapped in her dressing gown, hair mussed from being well-fucked not five minutes before. She wasn’t alone, either. Peter stood behind her, dressed only in trousers that hung dangerously low on his hips. No shirt, of course; no boots, of course. His cheeks slashed by stubble that Elliot knew would feel so fucking good against his thighs. Hair sticking up from where Merritt had clung to him while he made her come with his tongue.
Exactly what Elliot would do if Peter had been betweenhislegs.
“My head is already spinning,” Elliot said. “Why not help it along? Besides, it’s hardly early. We’ve slept half the morning away and fucked the rest.”
Merritt met his gaze. She didn’t turn away, and in that moment Elliot felt…exposed. He’d always been so good at putting up walls to his emotions, even with her. He’d been trained to do so his entire life.
But in that moment he felt stripped as naked as he was under his dressing gown.
“Elliot,” she said softly, crossing the room to him. She took the drink from his hand. She set it on the sideboard with a clink and then cupped his cheeks. “I have known for a very long time that you are…interested in men.”
