As he did so, Richard wedged his hands between them and began to unfasten Hux’s jacket. He pushed it away, then went to work on the linen shirt beneath. Hux smiled at Richard’s intense focus, at the shortness of his breath. Two could play this game.
He went to work on Richard’s clothing. They were silent, just unfastening, pushing, lifting shirts away. And all the while Zara watched, her hand between her legs, playing lightly as she stared at them undressing each other. Hux knew he should put on a show for her. Under any other circumstances, he would. But right now he was too swept up in the way Richard’s fingers stroked over his ribcage when he pushed Hux’s shirt up. Or the feel of the soft curls on Richard’s chest when Hux slid his hands down to the waist of the other man’s already unfastened trousers.
Richard drew him in for another kiss, this time slow and easy, deep and drugging. Hux knew his trousers were being unfastened, felt Richard’s magical fingers lower the fall front, felt him tug Hux’s hard cock free. The warm air in the room mingled with the heat of the other man’s hand, and Hux sighed into Richard’s mouth at the erotic sensation of him gently tugging the turgid flesh.
They broke the kiss but remained in each other’s space, staring at each other as Richard continued to slowly stroke Hux’s cock, smoothing his thumb over the tip.
“Do you fuck her arse?” he asked.
Hux blinked and tried to clear his addled mind to understand the question. Her arse.
“Yes,” Zara answered for him. “He does.”
Richard smiled at her and increased the pace of his hand on Hux’s cock. Hux felt the rising swell of pleasure in his balls, the edge of release that was so close he could almost taste it. Taste the other man like he could still taste Zara on his tongue. He let out a low moan without meaning to.
“May I?” Richard asked Zara.
Hux looked back at her and found her enthusiastically nodding. “Together?” she murmured, pleaded.
“Most definitely.” Richard shoved Hux’s trousers away and stroked him one last, firm time. Then he turned him to face Zara. “Make her shake for you.”
Hux didn’t have to be told twice. He was so close to the edge now, he needed to fuck something, and Zara was always his first choice. He joined her in the bed, moving to rest his back against the pillows. She crawled back into his lap, straddling his cock just as she had been a moment before. As she lowered herself, taking him into her wet body inch by slow inch, she cupped his cheeks.
“I love watching him touch you,” she whispered. “I love hearing you moan, Huxley. Moan for me.”
He did so because he had no choice. Her words, the feel of her wrapping around him like second skin, the vision of Richard over her shoulder, shucking his own trousers away and then moving to retrieve a bottle of oil from a bedside table…it was all too much.
She crushed her mouth to his, tangling her tongue with his as she flexed over him in slow, steady thrusts. She gripped him and pleasure arched up his cock, making starbursts explode on the edges of his vision. He had fucked this woman so many times and every time it was a marvel to feel her clench around him, to hear her gasp and sigh with pleasure as she ground against him. It was heaven and he could die happy this way, with her.
He felt the weight of Richard joining them on the bed. Hux widened his legs to give the other man room and shivered when Richard touched his bare calves, let his fingers slide up to his thighs as he positioned himself behind Zara.
She whimpered, breaking the contact of their mouths as she looked back at Richard. Together she and Hux watched as he kissed her shoulder, his teeth nipping gently. He pressed his fingers between the globes of her arse and she gripped Hux’s cock harder with a harsh wail. He buried his face against her neck, sucking her flesh, fingers digging into her back as he rocked her harder against him.
He wanted to come so very badly, to fill her up as she convulsed around him, but there was something glorious that was about to happen and he didn’t want to miss it. And as if that heated thought conjured Richard, Hux felt the first press of him as he pushed his cock against Zara’s backside. Hux held still, pressing kisses against her neck and murmuring meaningless sounds of encouragement as she took the other man inch by impressive inch.
Hux could feel Richard’s cock stoking his through the thin wall between Zara’s pussy and arse, feel the length and heat of him as Richard balanced against Hux’s shoulders and groaned his pleasure at the tight fit of her.
Once he was fully seated, Richard raised his gaze, found Hux’s, and together they began to move. It was overwhelming. The flex of Zara around them, the rub of each other, the slick heat of sweat and oil and the remnants of her pleasure from what they’d done before. Fingers tangled, legs brushed, mouths sought, and it didn’t matter whose belonged to whom. They were one now, one ball of increasing pleasure.
Hux had been in such situations before. With Zara, even. But this was different. Somehow it was different when it was Richard Fitzroy who drove into her and into the heart of Hux’s pleasure and desire. Richard Fitzroy who was so dangerous and so tempting and already so aware of exactly what the two of them truly were. No other lover they’d taken had seen them so fully before.
It was perilous to think that, so Hux pushed it aside and focused instead on sensation, on drawing Zara to the edge, on the slide of Richard inside her. And on the orgasm he felt boiling hotter and faster in his balls.
Zara threw her head back, resting it against Richard’s shoulder as her breath shortened. Hux could feel the change in her, the desperation that entered her clenching thrusts as she edged toward release. He watched her, fascinated as always by the flush that crept down her chest and the way her lips parted in a silent scream that always seemed to precede the not-so-silent one. That sound tore from her lips now as her pussy began to clench in wave after wave of deep pleasure.
“Fuck,” Hux gasped, gripping her hips, trying to find purchase in the never-ending sensations that these two people were creating in him. Now there was no holding back, no stopping the pleasure as it sizzled up his balls.
He came, gripping Zara harder, gasping out her name. Richard leaned forward over her shoulder and captured the sound with his lips, kissing Hux hard. Hux felt him come, as well, the ripple of his pleasure matching Hux’s own as their tongues tangled and their hands sought each other and her between them.
She collapsed over Hux with a sob when it was over, her fingers clenching against his back. She whimpered when Richard pulled from her body and rolled to lie beside them, stroking her skin and Hux’s skin like he was trying to memorize the shape of them.
Hux wanted to stay cogent, to stay aware and awake. But it had been a long time since he had surrendered himself so utterly, and he found the soft flex of her fingers and Richard’s fingers and the warmth of the fire and the sound of the breath of his two lovers was overpowering. He slid into sleep at last, content, at least for a moment.
And that moment was enough for now.
CHAPTER7
Zara
