Elliot
The Marquess of Egerton was not accustomed to being rushed and pushed, and yet that was exactly what was happening as the three of them all but tumbled up the stairs toward the bedroom.
Elliot had maintained a tight grip on control his entire life. And he kept that grip even with Merritt, used it as a guiding principle in seduction. But right now he didn’t feel like the one in charge.
Because he had no idea what to do next or how to feel about what was about to happen. Thrilled, excited…afraid. All those emotions swirled in him, along with the recognition that what was about to happen would be a point of no return. There would be a before…and an after, this afternoon in their bed.
“Stop thinking, my lord,” Peter said, his tone suddenly sharp as he shut the door and turned to Elliot and Merritt.
Elliot narrowed his gaze. “Am I so obvious?”
“So obvious. But the time for thinking is over. Now it is time to feel. To let me help you feel.”
“I know how to feel,” Elliot snapped.
Peter arched a brow. It was an accusation without words and Elliot folded his arms in response. Peter huffed out a breath and rushed across the room, cupping Elliot’s cheeks and kissing him. The kiss was forceful, driven, and all the thoughts Peter had been trying to erase fell away from Elliot’s mind. Desire coursed through him instead, hard and harsh and sharp as a blade through every vein.
Peter pulled back. “Stopthinking,” he whispered. “And sit down on the settee.”
Another order and this time Elliot didn’t fight it. He did as he was told, sitting in the middle of the settee before the fire, widening his legs to sprawl.
Merritt had been staring at the two of them, and now Peter turned his attention to her. He stepped up to her and without a word stripped open the buttons along the front of her gown in one easy flick of his wrist. She gasped as he yanked the fabric open and down, baring her from the waist up. He bent his head, watching Elliot from the corner of his eye as he sucked one nipple and she all but collapsed into his mouth.
Elliot shifted, his cock hardening at the rough display of passion. At the way Merritt ground up, already excited, already finding pleasure before anyone even touched her. God, how he loved watching her come. Making her come. Tasting her come.
There was nothing better.
It seemed Peter agreed. He shoved her gown the rest of the way down and there she was: naked. Peter reached between her legs as he kept kissing her and gave a low chuckle. “Wet,” he said to Elliot as he withdrew dewy fingers. “Want to taste?”
Elliot nodded, and Peter set her aside to return to him on the settee. He traced his fingers along Elliot’s lips and then let him lick them clean. He was in control now, and yet Elliot recognized the ripple when he sucked the other man’s fingers. Control could be broken by pleasure.
“Now then,” Peter said, and crooked a finger at Merritt. “Here is what you will do. You’re going to fuck your husband.”
Her brow wrinkled. “Er…”
“Oh yes, we’ll get to my fun. In time. But first you need to get him ready for me. I want you to pull his cock free, make him beg for you and fuck him while I watch you.”
Elliot flexed his hips, almost against his will, as if he could reach Merritt across the room. She looked up at Peter, but then her gaze shifted to Elliot. There was a light in her eyes, a wicked glimmer he didn’t think he’d ever seen, and he had made a study of Merritt in all manner of debauchery.
This was Merritt on a mission. And the way she sauntered across the room toward him, her gaze fixed firmly on his, could have unmanned him all on its own.
She leaned over him, bracing her hands on the back of the settee and brushing her breasts against his lips. He darted out his tongue, tasting her in the same place Peter had, loving how she hissed out pleasure at just that little touch.
She tugged at his shirt and he unbuttoned just enough to pull it over his head. Then she unfastened his trousers. He was hard already, of course he was after the last few hours of teasing stimulation. Of fantasy about to come to life.
Merritt was certainly part of that fantasy as she took him firmly in hand and stroked him. Over and over. Harder and then softer, faster then slower. Teasing him.
“Take them off,” she ordered.
He nodded and lifted his hips against her as he shed his trousers.
“Show me how he likes to be sucked,” Peter said.
Elliot jolted as he looked across the room. Peter had taken up a position on one of the chairs just out of reach. He leaned forward, watching them through a glittering gaze.
Merritt looked toward him and nodded. She smiled at Elliot before she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. He groaned at the lightning pleasure she instantaneously created. No one was better than her at sucking him off. She knew every way to lick and fuck and swirl and suck that made his vision blur and his balls empty. She played all her tricks, watching him as he grunted and lifted into her throat until she gasped for air.
He could have spent a lifetime in her mouth, only that wasn’t enough for Peter. He snapped his fingers, his breath short as he growled, “Now ride him for me.”
