Page 35 of An Earl, His Valet, & Their Wife

Katie nodded, carefully shuffling forward. To his surprise, she rested her head on his outer thigh, and he couldn’t help caressing her hair and tucking it behind her ear. The countess had pleased him greatly with her eager submission and deserved his care and attention. “Thank you, sir.”

He sucked in a breath at the word, his cock surging once again at the yielding in her sated gaze. With remarkably clumsy fingers, he eventually freed his engorged cock from the trouser fall, before gripping the length and squeezing it a little.

Michael licked his lips like a starving man about to devour a six-course meal. Something Gerard adored about his earl, the way he truly enjoyed sucking cock. It wasn’t a chore or a duty, but a delight.

“May I?” asked Michael, his gaze glittering.

“Aye,” Gerard said gruffly. “Now, Katie, watch how your husband worships my cock. It’s verra sensitive at the tip, and on the underside…Hell…”

Gerard’s eyes almost rolled to the back of his head at the expert lapping of Michael’s tongue; the way it danced and flicked around the shaft before laving his seed-heavy balls. Indeed, no one in the realm did this better. Yet soon it felt even more exquisite as Michael opened his mouth and swallowed his master’s cock until it nudged the back of his throat.

Groaning at the wet warmth, Gerard reached out to tangle his fingers in Michael’s hair, holding himself still until his lover relaxed his jaw and allowed him in further. “Aye, that’s it, mo chridhe. Take all of me.”

Michael moaned, the sound vibrating along Gerard’s cock, and he couldn’t halt a brutal thrust. But his earl was well-trained and received it, only choking a little as he began to suck voraciously, his tongue rubbing the underside of Gerard’s cock, his cheeks providing the most heavenly suction. At times like this he honestly couldn’t say which was better: mouth, cunt, or arse.

Yet something equally as heady: having Katie beside him watching intently, her eyes wide as she studied her husband’s technique. The countess was biting her lip and moving restlessly on the bed; was his new lady becoming aroused again, even after an explosive orgasm? Excellent. He would exhaust them both this day.

“Does this make ye wetter, sweetling? Watching his lordship suck my cock?” Gerard asked lazily, enjoying the contrast of his brutal grip on Michael’s hair, his rough use of Michael’s mouth, while he gently stroked Katie’s shoulder and even brushed one finger across her swollen, dark pink nipple.

The countess quivered. “I want another orgasm.”

“Nae,” he replied sternly, smiling inwardly when she peered up at him beseechingly. “Ye may reward his lordship with some cunt honey, though. Scoop it with your fingers and paint my cock. Actually, give me some first. I miss the taste of ye already.”

Katie was hesitant at first, clearly unused to touching herself. At his encouraging nod, she parted her bush to expose her labia and began stroking it. Soon the lusty sounds of fingers pushing deep into slick sheath echoed in the bedchamber, then she offered up two fingers for him to suck her sweet, musky juices from.

Utterly sublime.

As both a boon for himself and a test for his earl, Gerard had Katie finger herself several times to sate his appetite before allowing her to smear honey all over his cock. The lady was thorough in her duty, and when she winked at Michael and poked out her tongue, Gerard was forced to spank her arse for the impudence.

She yelped, panting for breath. “Please! Let me come!”

“After teasing your husband so? I think not, sweetling,” Gerard replied, tenderly stroking Michael’s hair as he shoved his newly painted cock deep into his earl’s waiting mouth.

Michael moaned again, his lips and tongue working feverishly as he lapped up the treat of his wife’s honey. But Gerard grunted at the too-delicate touch, his own need to orgasm abruptly the most important thing in the world. First, he carefully dislodged Katie from his thigh, then he leaned forward and cupped his earl’s head in two hands, holding him captive and forcing his cock farther down the other man’s throat. Two thrusts later, his seed exploded in several fierce spurts and a primitive snarl tore from the very depths of him as he emptied his balls.

When his earl had taken every drop, Gerard gently withdrew his cock, then lay back on the bed. Katie immediately cuddled against one side, and Gerard held out an arm so Michael could cuddle against the other.

While stroking Katie’s shoulder, he turned and kissed Michael, reveling in the taste of seed and cunt on the other man’s tongue. “Once again, mo chridhe, ye were incomparable. Does that cock o’ yours hurt? Is it full for your wife? Enough tae make a fine son?”

“It hurts terribly,” said Michael hoarsely, his handsome face strained. “Between watching you pleasure Katherine and begin her training, then sucking your cock…I’m not sure how much longer I can last.”

“Then you must take me,” said Katie. “Hard and deep. Don’t you think, sir?”

Gerard chuckled. The cunning little vixen was greedy for cock and it delighted him that she was unashamed to say it. With the dildo still lodged in her arse, her orgasm would indeed be intense. But Michael had also pleased him greatly, and he’d been so patient waiting his turn.

They both deserved a reward.

“Aye,” he said slowly. “Up on your hands and knees again, Katie. We both want tae see that perfect arse o’ yours.”

“Hurry, Michael,” she replied, carefully positioning herself on the bed, before glancing over her shoulder with a very sultry look. “I need you.”

“Allow me tae undress ye, my lord,” said Gerard, teasing his earl with kisses to his neck, casual pinches of his nipples, and a gentle caress of his balls as he removed the other man’s waistcoat, shirt, and trousers.

When Michael’s cock sprang free, so long and swollen, the head dark pink and glistening with seed, Gerard fought the desire to toy with the turgid length until his hands were covered in Michael’s tribute. No. There was a bairn to make.

“Do you want me to kiss your pussy first, Katherine?” Michael asked unsteadily as he stared at his wife, his gaze avaricious as it travelled from her slick labia up to the dildo lodged firmly in her anus.

“No,” she gasped, her hips circling invitingly. “Give me all of that lovely cock. Make sure it goes very, very deep.”