Anna had experienced pleasure in her life, but the intensity of the sensation of being filled by these two men was so powerful that it bordered on unbearable. Every nerve in her entire body felt like it was firing at once and she was so aware of her body being stretched that she almost couldn’t breathe.
“Look at me,” Ezra moaned. She opened her eyes, which she hadn’t even fully realized were squeezed shut, and looked down at him. His blue gaze held hers, calming, soothing, arousing and she found some center again. He nodded as if he saw that. “Ride me. Slowly.”
She began to rise and fall against him, rocking her clitoris against his pelvis and multiplying the pleasure. Behind her, Oliver also began to move, thrusting into her backside in time to her movements as his fingers dug into her hips.
Everything in the world spiraled down, the focus becoming pinpointed on their bodies and what it felt like to be taken by both of them. She pressed her palms into Ezra’s chest, balancing against his firm presence, locking her eyes with his bright ones as they all moved together as one sleek, powerful animal that only existed for sensation.
The edge of her orgasm was right there as the two men worked in tandem for her pleasure. Ezra cupped her breasts from below, stroking his thumbs around her sensitive nipples. Meanwhile Oliver metered his strokes so that he pulled back from her every time that Ezra lifted. The result was that she was always being filled, stroked.
She threw her head back, resting it against Oliver’s straining shoulder. She didn’t try to contain her gasps and cries of pleasure as she began to quake with pleasure. It hit her in waves, harder than anything she’d ever felt before, and she shattered, screaming out incoherently.
And as she did so, she felt Ezra’s strokes change, felt him come to the edge himself. Felt Oliver do the same. She gripped her hands against Ezra’s chest tighter.
“Come in me, please!” she gasped out. Ezra’s eyes went wide, but she shook her head. “I can’t have children. Please, I want to feel it.”
He lifted harder and then came, flooding her clenching sheath. And as if the ripples drew Oliver’s pleasure, he swiftly followed. They stayed as they were for a moment, Anna collapsed over Ezra’s chest, Oliver curled around her back. Their panting breaths became matched, slowed, and only then did Oliver rise and gently ease from her. Her legs shook as he helped her off of Ezra to lie on the bed.
While Ezra shifted her to the pillows and then curled her into his side, Oliver moved to the basin of clean water on a table across the room. He wiped himself off, then brought a fresh cloth over. Gently, he tended to her until she was clean. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and then returned to the basin to rinse the cloths and set them to dry before the fire.
“How do you know you cannot have children?” Ezra asked gently.
Anna froze, her attention to Oliver drawn away even though she saw him stiffen. She cleared her throat. “My husband had several illegitimate children with multiple mistresses. It is evident his seed was not the reason he and I could not have children of our own.”
Ezra glanced down at her, his concern for her plain on his handsome face. “It hurt you.”
“That he flaunted his bastards, certainly…at first,” she said with a sigh and a blush.
Oliver returned to them then and joined them on the bed, wrapping his body behind hers. She felt so safe cradled between them, their arms tangled through each other’s and around her. Like nothing bad could ever happen. It made her want to be honest because vulnerability didn’t seem like a trap in this quiet room with these amazing men.
“As far as sadness over my inability to breed…no,” she admitted. “Some may think that strange, but I have never felt a calling to be a mother. I don’t dislike children. A chubby baby is adorable, and bright, quizzical children are always entertaining. But I’ve never longed to have my own.” She glanced up at Ezra, searching his face to see if he thought her less because of that. Certainly her husband had.
But he didn’t look shocked or horrified at all. He was nodding, in fact, as if he understood that lack of desire to do what so many insisted was the only natural thing. “Society does press, but there is something thrilling about independence.”
Behind her, Oliver grunted, and Anna felt the tension in him increase. “As if that horse’s arse would ever grant her independence,” he muttered, and for the first time ever Anna heard his anger at the late duke. His disdain for his former master.
She shifted slightly toward him and looked at Oliver’s face, now lined with protectiveness…and regret. He shook his head. “I’m sorry, I said too much.”
“It must have been difficult for you to see how she was hurt,” Ezra said carefully.
Oliver nodded slowly. “I hated every moment of it.”
Anna cupped his cheek and leaned up to kiss him. A swell of emotion filled her chest. She knew what it was, that dangerous desire that went beyond the physical. That secret voice that whispered about a future she feared couldn’t be possible.
So she pushed it away. “The benefit, of course,” she teased, dragging her fingers up Oliver’s arm as she gently pulsed back against Ezra’s body, “is that you two may spend it me as you please. Just as you did today.”
Oliver’s pupils dilated and a possessive hunger filled them at that suggestion. Like he could claim her. Oh, how she wanted him to claim her. To use her. To let down the servant’s mask and let her give to him as he had relentlessly given to her over the years.
“You can grind against me all you like, my delightful little minx,” Ezra said, leaning forward to nip her earlobe. “But a man does need time to recover before we play again. I suggest we all have a nice rest, a good breakfast…and then…”
“Then?” Anna whispered, glancing over her shoulder at him.
Ezra leaned over, past her, and kissed first Oliver, then turned his head to do the same to her. “And then I’m going to expect an intense afternoon together.”
Anna smiled at the suggestion, the thrill in her chest undeniable. She snuggled against Oliver, wedged against Ezra and to her surprise, she very swiftly slipped back into a dreamless sleep. And it was just like heaven.
CHAPTER9
Oliver
