Page 44 of An Earl, His Valet, & Their Wife

“How does that feel, my lord? Having Katie suck your cock?”

“Good,” mumbled Michael. “Her lips are so soft. Like…like rose petals. Christ! She’s hollowing her cheeks…”

“Halt,” said Gerard sternly.

Katie ceased her play, her gaze at first quizzical then concerned. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Nae, sweetling. You’re perfect. But I dinnae wish his lordship tae spend in your mouth. That’s for another day. Michael, fetch the oil. We need to prepare Katie tae take us both.”

His earl bounded off the bed, his cock bobbing as he hurried over to the drawer to fetch the glass bottle. While they waited, Gerard helped Katie up onto her knees in the center of the bed.

“Are ye ready, wife?” he rumbled, emotion coursing through his veins at the thought of possessing the woman he loved so thoroughly. “Are ye ready tae be filled by your husbands?”

She nodded, brushing her slightly swollen lips against his hand, kissing his gold ring. “I need it. Please.”

When Michael returned with the bottle, Gerard positioned the earl in front of Katie. Then he poured some oil into his palm so Michael could wet two fingers and ease them into her cunt. As Katie cried out, her body bowing, Gerard slathered two fingers in the smooth liquid before carefully parting her arse cheeks to rim her anus, and finally, pushing them in.

Tight. So fucking tight.

He was about to experience heaven on earth, and couldn’t wait a moment more.

* * *

What they were doing was wicked and wild. Yet never in her life had she felt so safe. So cherished. So loved.

Katherine moaned helplessly as her men continued to prepare her with the oil, their fingers gentle yet relentless as they moved in and out of her body, pressing a little deeper each time. Yet they also tormented her with brief touches, their fingers rubbing together, only separated by a thin inner wall. She’d had explosive orgasms in the past, but this promised something cataclysmic.

“Hurry,” she whispered, spreading her thighs farther and rocking her hips in an unspoken plea to be filled.

Gerard chuckled as his lips and tongue trailed a path of fire along her shoulder, a startlingly sweet contrast to his marauding fingers. “Preparation takes time, Katie. A cock is so much larger than fingers or dildo.”

“I can’t…oh God…I can’t wait,” she replied, quivering as Michael nudged her clitoris, teasing the still-tender bud while fragrant juices trickled from her pulsing pussy. To be pleasured by one man was delicious, but having one in front and one behind, each concentrating on an area between her thighs, each kissing her…it felt like every inch of her body was ablaze in sensation. Every nerve-ending she possessed brought to aching, throbbing, needy life. “Fuck me. Right now.”

Gerard spanked her, the sudden, unexpected sting and the spread of warmth across her backside making her cry out. For it didn’t ease her need, only intensified it.

“Ye ken how I feel about demands, sweetling,” growled her master, before spanking her again, even harder.

Katherine swayed at the blast of sexual heat and choked on a sob, her entire world reduced to one craving. Not wine, not syllabub, not even gothic novels. Something far more elemental: to be filled with her husbands’ cocks. “Please,” she begged. “Please, please, please.”

With his free hand, Gerard cupped her breast, tweaking the sensitive nipple until it was as warm as her backside. “Verra well. Watch us. And dinnae dare move.”

The next ten minutes was excruciating, a truly diabolical torment. After Gerard bound her wrists behind her back with her own chemise so she couldn’t touch herself, he and Michael climbed off the bed to undress.

Never had two men taken so long to disrobe. Each garment removed was neatly draped over a chair, and the act rewarded with a long kiss, both men groaning as their engorged cocks rubbed together.

Katherine whimpered, straining against her binding. If she didn’t orgasm soon, she would surely die. Michael might be an expert at waiting, with truly astonishing self-control, but that was not something she would ever be able to do.

Finally, finally, her husbands were naked and returned to the bed. Gerard released her wrists and pulled her tightly against him, kissing her neck as he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples before Michael lightly suckled the swollen peaks.

Just when she was on the verge of screaming at the delay, they stopped.

“Lie down, mo chridhe,” said Gerard. “Katie is going tae ride ye.”

Michael nodded and pulled back the embroidered quilt before arranging himself on the soft linen sheets, slightly propped up by a pile of pillows. Then he gripped his long cock. “Here, my lady. Straddle my thighs so you can take me inside you.”

Quite desperate now, Katherine near-pounced on him. But once again, Gerard intervened to slow the process, only allowing her a careful, gradual descent onto Michael’s length. She groaned, both annoyed and thankful as her pussy stretched to welcome him inside, bracing her hands on his shoulders to balance herself.

When Michael was fully lodged within her, she trembled. “I want to move.”