Zara swallowed and let her fingers move through his hair as she slowly walked away. “Yes, Huxley. I think you will see to the earl now.”
“I will indeed,” Hux said, and got to his feet in one graceful, fluid motion. Richard stopped breathing as he moved toward him, all erotic confidence and certainty. This man was…a marvel. And Richard trembled knowing he would touch him. Watch him.
“If you help with the waistcoat, I can manage my cravat and shirt,” Richard choked out. “I will need more attention to the trousers.”
“Of course, my lord,” Hux said, his voice rough.
He caught the edge of Richard’s jacket and drew him closer. Close enough that their chests brushed and their mouths almost aligned. Hux wedged his hand between them and just as he had done with Zara earlier, he slowly unfastened each and every button along the brocaded silk vest.
On the bed now, Zara opened her legs and set a hand between them, gently beginning to touch herself as she watched them together. Richard nodded at her. “Yes, ready yourself, my dear. I’ll be there shortly.”
Her fingers moved more swiftly against her pussy, and she let out a little moan instead of an answer. Richard slid a finger beneath Hux’s chin and slowly turned his face to look at her.
“I’m going to have her, Huxley,” he said softly, watching how Hux’s face changed when he looked at her. “I’m going to make her screech and twist and make my cock wet with her come. While you watch me. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” Hux whispered. “Her coming is one of my greatest pleasures.”
Richard smiled. “Now the trousers, please.”
Huxley inclined his head in acquiescence and stepped back so Richard could shed his jacket, the now-opened waistcoat and the shirt beneath. Hux let his fingers drag down Richard’s bare chest and stomach before he caught the edge of his waistband. He let his fingers play there, dipping beneath the fabric, teasing and playing for what felt like an eternity, though in truth it was only a moment.
He unfastened the buttons on Richard’s fall front and made a rumbling sound deep in his chest as Richard’s hard cock bounced free. Hux caught it, stroking him once, twice. Pleasure ripped through him at the touch, and he thrust into Hux’s warm palm almost against his will.
“Fuck,” he muttered, and Hux smiled.
“You’re going to,” Hux said, and in that moment the played façade of servant was gone. With Richard’s cock in Hux’s hand, he saw a glimpse of someone who could dominate. Take what he wanted, demand pleasure. And it was intoxicating while it lasted. “Fuck her, fuck me, be fucked. That’s the entire idea.” He stroked again and the moment passed. He shucked Richard’s trousers away and stepped back. “Is there anything else I can do for you, my lord?”
Richard wanted this man’s mouth on him so badly he could almost feel the flex of Hux’s throat. But he pushed that desire away and looked instead at Zara, already arching against her hand on the bed, watching them with her mouth slightly open and her pupils dilated with deep pleasure.
“Just stand by,” he said, walking past him, letting his hand trail against Hux’s chest as he did. “In case you are needed.”
“Anything you wish, my lord, my lady,” Hux said, and moved to a chair that faced the bed. He took his place, unfastening his own fall front and pulling his cock—God, that gorgeous cock—free.
Richard swallowed hard at the sight of him but tore himself away to go to Zara. He slid his hands up her calves, her thighs, pressing his fingers against her flesh, denting it as she hissed out pleasure.
“I don’t want to make love to you, Zara,” he said softly.
Her brow wrinkled. “No?”
“No, I want to fuck you. Take you. Claim you. I want to be rough, animal. I want to mark your skin with him fingers, I want to tug your hair while you buck against me. But only if that is something you’d like.”
Behind him, he heard Hux take in a sharp breath, but didn’t look at him. Neither did Zara. She stared up at Richard, reading him, judging him. And then…she nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “Use me. I…Itrustyou not to cross a line. To stop if I tell you to do so.”
Trust. Richard knew that was not something that either of these two people came by easily. He glanced over to find Hux and saw that his expression said as much. Worry lined the hard angles proving he did not yet fully believe Richard had earned such a thing.
And yet Zara offered it, so he must never,everbetray it.
“Immediately,” he promised.
She seemed to ponder that and then she nodded. “Then do it. Take me, my lord,” she said, falling back into the game. “Show me you own my pleasure. Make him watch you claim me.”
He gripped her thighs, pressing his fingers harder into her soft flesh, and then he tugged, sliding her to the edge of the bed and pushing her legs wider so he could see the dripping evidence of her arousal.
“You are mine, my lady,” he whispered. “Mine.”
She made a garbled sound and gripped the coverlet as he ducked his head and licked her. She was sweet and salty, dripping with desire, and he sucked her clitoris first gently, then harder, forcing her to arch against him as she wailed out pleasure. He pulled back before she could come and scraped his teeth against the hard nub.
“Mine,” he repeated, and caught her hands, moving her to a seated position perched on the edge of the high bed. He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, pulled her forward and claimed her mouth, rough and forceful. She didn’t resist. She hands raked along his chest, nails leaving marks there that made him shiver. It seemed she wanted to be as rough as he had offered to be.
