Peter bent his head. “This is almost too good to believe. Could we be so happy? Could we do something so shocking and right?”
“We could,” Elliot said. “And we will, if you agree.”
Peter shut his eyes. A lifetime of pleasure had led him to this. Back to the beginning with Merry. No, not the beginning. A new beginning. And the love he felt for both these marvelous people swelled in him as he opened his eyes and said, “Yes.”
Elliot grabbed for his shirt, fisting it as he pulled Peter in for a kiss. Merry leaned in and joined it, their tongues all twisting around each other, hands clasping each other, first in joy and then in…more.
Peter pulled away. “Come up to my bed,” he said to them both. “And let us seal this very happy agreement, shall we?”
* * *
Elliot
Peter’s room was very fine, not that it mattered. Elliot stepped into the chamber and all he cared about was if it had a bed big enough for all of them. It did, and he moved to it, stripping out of his jacket and waistcoat before he turned.
He found that Peter had shut the door and now leaned Merritt against it as he kissed her with complete and utter abandon. Elliot shivered at the passion of it, knowing it would soon be shifted to him. Ready for it and for Merritt to get all the pleasure she so richly deserved.
He had never felt such certainty as he did in that moment, never felt such warmth and acceptance that existed through this love for both of them. It was like coming home.
And when he revealed his final secret, when he asked for the last step along this path to be complete, then he, too, would be complete.
He moved toward Peter and Merritt, and as he reached them, Merritt stepped away from one lover and into his arms. She lifted her lips to him, red from kissing, and he claimed them, losing himself in her flavor. Peter moved behind her, unfastening her gown as she lifted against Elliot with a long, deep moan of pleasure.
Elliot helped Peter remove the gown and the chemise beneath. Together they went down on their knees before her. Their hands intertwined against her thighs as they each began to lick her. Elliot at her front, flicking her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, Peter behind her, stroking her sex and the tightness of her bottom.
She ground between them, her fingers digging into both their hair as she gasped and sighed out her pleasure. Elliot pushed at her legs and she widened them, allowing each man to slide a finger inside her. She threw her head back, her sheath rippling as they moved in tandem, stroking and stroking, rubbing the rough patch of flesh deep within her that made her shake.
She came in a heady burst of flavor against Elliot’s tongue and he couldn’t help but moan against her as he lapped it all up. She went limp against them and Elliot stood, sweeping her up and depositing her on the bed where she spread out, touching herself as the two men turned to each other.
Elliot licked his lips, still salty-sweet from her release. Peter Reid looked good enough to eat. Which, he supposed, was almost the ultimate goal. Almost.
He moved toward him, pushing his jacket away, going to work on his cravat as Peter unbuttoned his shirt. Together they pulled the fabric from his waistband. As Peter tugged the shirt over his head, Elliot rubbed his hands along his torso, memorizing the ridges of muscle there and the way Peter sharply inhaled when Elliot’s nails raked gently against his flesh.
“My God, I could just touch you for hours,” Elliot admitted, leaning in to lick the spot where Peter’s shoulder met his neck. “Lie between you and just touch you both.”
“Mmm, as lovely as that sounds,” Peter said, his voice rough and shaking, “I think I’d like it if you did more than just touch me. Would you like to have me, my lord?”
Elliot slowed the glide of his hands against Peter’s skin. “No,” he said.
Peter’s brow wrinkled. “Well, that is unexpected,” he said on a nervous laugh.
“Not because I don’t want to feel my cock in you,” Elliot said with a moan at the idea. “Oh, I very much do. But today…I want you to fuck me.”
He glanced at Merritt and found she was leaning forward, watching the exchange, hardly breathing from the sexual excitement on her face.
Peter swallowed hard. “Are…are you ready for that?”
“He is,” Merritt said softly. “We kept up the training, the entire time we were apart. And I promise you, the marquess is very ready. And I’m ready to watch my husband shake with pleasure as you take him.”
Both Elliot and Peter shuddered at the needy sound of her voice. At the way her nipples puckered and her slick sex shivered like she was already ready to come again.
Peter moved to her and dug his fingers into her hair, pulling her in for a kiss. When he parted from her, he glanced back at Elliot. “Take your clothes off.” He looked down at Merritt. “Suck me.”
She moaned as she shifted to her knees and then onto her stomach. Elliot stared as Peter shrugged from his trousers. He had hardly gotten them off when Merritt took him all the way to the back of her throat. She looked at Elliot as she did it, wetting the man who would fuck him.
He felt hard as steel as he undressed. Distracted by the intensely erotic vision of Peter fucking his wife’s mouth as she drooled around him, making him wet for what was about to come. At last Elliot was naked and he moved toward them. He stood beside Peter, and Merritt’s eyes lit up. She caught his cock in her hand, stroking him as she kept sucking Peter. Then she switched, swirling her tongue around the desperately sensitive head of his cock and taking him deep as she fisted Peter.
“Fucking hell,” Elliot said in a garbled tone.
