Peter answered without words. Slowly he pressed his knee into the mattress, joining them on the big bed. He pushed between her legs slowly, moving onto his stomach so that his face was close to her sex. She gasped as he brushed the roughness of his cheek against her inner thigh. And then his tongue moved across her slit in a long, heavy stroke.
It was electric pleasure, almost too intense, and it shot through every nerve ending in her body. She arched and Elliot chuckled behind her, pressing her down and holding her steady for the torturous pleasure.
Peter peeled her open, his thumbs massaging the tender flesh of her outer lips, and returned his mouth to her. He licked her over and over, gentle then hard, stroking every fold, tasting her like she was the sweetest feast. She lifted toward him, riding his tongue, trying to find the flick of it that would send her over the edge.
He didn’t allow it, smiling against her as he looked up her body, watching her as he pleasured her.
Above her she felt Elliot shift, felt the hardness of his cock against her back. She pushed back against him, grinding ever so gently, and he rumbled at the movement and pinched her nipples a little harder. She looked up and found him focused not on her, but Peter. His hungry expression was one she knew very well. It was the same way he watched her across a room at a ball, the same way he watched her when she mounted him in their bed or took him into her mouth.
He was watching Peter withdesire, and that fact made her legs start to shake as her pleasure increased. At the same moment Peter shifted his tongue’s attention from teasing to something with more purpose. He tapped it against her clitoris, then he began to suck. Hard and steady, over and over.
She clutched at Elliot’s thick thighs, unable to suppress her keening cries of pleasure as she was dragged up to and finally over the cliff of orgasm. She heard the neediness, the wildness to her moans as they echoed in the air around her. She bucked against the waves that seemed never ending, and Peter never let up on his torment, pulling her further and further until she was utterly spent.
Only then did Elliot cup her chin, turning her face toward his. He kissed her, deep and hard, and she rolled away from Peter and into her husband. She pushed up on her knees, digging one hand into Elliot’s thick, dark hair, angling his mouth for better access as he rumbled again with pleasure. She wanted him inside of her. So desperately.
With her free hand she dragged it down his chest, finding the buttons of his fall front and loosening them. She pulled the fabric away and his big cock bounced free. She began to stroke him, over and over until he thrust up hard into her hand.
Then she looped one leg over his thigh, straddling him, bringing her wet body down over him as they groaned together in pleasure. As she began to ride him, she glanced back over her shoulder. Peter had also opened his fall front. He sat back on the bed, watching them, stroking himself with a look of pure pleasure.
Elliot lifted his head from her shoulder, and together they watched for a moment. Then he extended two fingers and beckoned Peter closer. Peter hesitated just a fraction of a moment, then came up the bed. He stood up on the mattress when he was near their heads, putting his cock where she could reach it. Merritt kissed Elliot one last time before she turned into Peter and took his cock in hand.
God, how many times had she wondered about this cock? How many times had she secretly pictured this very man over her as she stroked herself to completion? And now he was in her hand, not quite as long as her husband’s cock, but thicker. She glanced at Elliot, grinding against him, building both their pleasure.
And he nodded. “Suck him,” he whispered.
She didn’t have to be told twice. She rode harder as she rolled her tongue over the head of Peter’s cock, then took him deeper, deeper, into her throat. She swirled her tongue around him and he made a choked sound as he braced himself on the wall behind the bed.
He began to fuck her throat and she flexed harder over Elliot. Her pleasure mounted once again, this time sharper because she had already come, sharper because she knew what Elliot could do and she was ready for it.
Her husband cupped her hips, grinding her over him harder and faster as she sucked Peter into her throat. Both men were moaning now, and the sound of them in harmony was enough to push her over the edge. She bucked against Elliot’s cock, her gasps and cries lost against the thickness of the cock in her mouth.
Peter dug his hand into her hair and she felt the chord of his control fray and then snap. He cried out and tried to pull away, but she gripped the base of him and let him pump into her throat as he came.
Elliot gasped at the sight. She pulled away from Peter and gazed down at her husband, his expression animal as he fucked up into her harder and faster, his hands gripping her until they would leave little bruises. When he came, he cried out her name, burying his head against her breasts as he filled her up.
She collapsed against him, his warm arms coming around her as they had a thousand times over the years. Only this time, they weren’t alone. Peter sank down on the bed next to them, his weight a reminder of what they’d just done. A fantasy come true, in more ways than one.
* * *
Elliot
Merritt lay in his arms, weak with pleasure. He’d seen her this way before, of course. It was one of his greatest pleasures to make her come so hard she didn’t want to move but just lie with him as he stroked his fingers through her red hair.
He did so as he looked next to them. Reid lay on the bed on his side, watching the two of them. He didn’t reach out, didn’t touch either one of them, but Elliot felt his presence as much as if he were holding Elliot’s cock.
Elliot blinked the thought away and lifted Merritt’s chin to kiss her. He tasted Reid on her, salty and sweet, mixed with her own flavor and shivered. “That was remarkable.”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Truly, Merry,” Peter agreed, and Elliot flinched at the use of the nickname. He’d never called Merritt by the shortened version, Merry. He knew no one else who did, but that only proved the deep connection these two had once had. “Thank you both,” Reid continued.
Elliot arched a brow. “Do you think we’re finished?”
Merritt returned her glance to him. “I…”
“We’re here a week,” Elliot said. “This is for you, as long as Reid has the time. And the inclination.”
Merritt sat up, her pupils dilated, but her expression uncertain. She looked at him for a long moment, then looked at Peter for even longer. Once again that potent combination of jealousy and desire put every part of Elliot on edge. He wanted Merritt to have what she wanted. He wanted to watch her come like he just had. He’d pictured that scenario many a time, but living it?
