"Jesus Christ," Holden rasps. I notice him standing to my right.
I shift my attention back to Amelia. "I want you on your hands and knees on that lounge chair," I say.
She motions to bring her hands up again, but this time I stop her with an arched eyebrow. "What are you going to do to me?" she asks.
"I’ve already laid my cards on the table. You know exactly what I'm going to do. The question is do you want it or not?"
She turns her head slightly and shoots me a side-glance. I respond by pursing my lips. Slowly she moves her eyes up to Holden’s.
"You know he'll make it good for you," he cajoles.
"Isn’t there a limit to this?" She almost looks tormented.
"To what?" I ask.
"On the number of orgasms you're allowed to have in a day." If she wasn't looking so vulnerable right now, I might be tempted to think that she's joking, but everything about her body language suggests that she's dead serious.
"Why do you say that?" I press.
"I mean, I've already used my vibrator twice and then there was Holden’s masterful tongue. That's a lot already. Perhaps we shouldn't tempt fate. I'd hate to come across as being greedy."
"You're looking at this the wrong way," Holden says. I can't wait to see where he goes with this one. "I’d consider it a personal failure—and I'm pretty sure Brandon feels the same way—if you left here with only one orgasm when you have two lovers." That does it. Without me having to ask a second time, she gets into position. She whips her hair to the side, sending it flying in the air, and looks over her shoulder, anticipating.
"No, sweetie, I want your head looking right in front of you,” I order, gesturing my finger to stress my point. “I want you to feel this." Bless her for complying right away. I get up to my feet, take a long step and kneel down behind her. I reach out and spread her legs so that her pussy and her ass are gloriously displayed. I look up at Holden and we both shake our heads in amazement. This is the sight I've been dreaming of for weeks now. That's the tastiest little pink pussy I’ve ever seen. “Princess,” I whisper. “You’re so wet.” She’s so slick, she's practically glistening. "Is this for us?" She gasps. She's so eager for this, her pussy is quivering. Fuck. “Your ass is precious, sweetie.” There’s a wicked part of me that just wants to stick my tongue up her tight ass and tongue-fuck her where I’m sure no man has been, but the last thing I want to do is scare her. There’s a lot of time for that. I resign myself to playing it safe. I grab her cheeks in my hands and spread her wide. I lean forward and breathe her in. “Your smell is so intoxicating," I say, my breath tickling her skin. She moans and wiggles her ass in my face. "Look at you. You're a demanding little one," I say. I let go of one of her cheeks and languorously caress her skin. It's so amazingly soft. I scoot a little closer on my knees and lower my head until I can see only one thing—her pussy fully exposed to me. I poke out my tongue and I trace my way from her clit to her pussy.
“Ohhhhhhh!” she whimpers.
I pull away from her for a beat. “Your fucking clit is amazing. I can't wait for you to come all over my tongue, Amelia.” She tastes even sweeter now than she did on my fingers earlier. It's been too long. I flatten my tongue against her clit and lick her wet length again. My cock is so goddamn hard it hurts. Desperate, I dive into her like a demented man. She mewls, purrs and gyrates her ass at my first assault. Yes. I go in with a vengeance. I’m frenzied and feverish. Delirious even. The more I lap at her, the more she cries out begging for more. That’s it, sweetie. I pick up my pace, fucking her with my tongue, my lips and my teeth. I’m gluttonous. I’m ravenous. I’m insatiable. I eat her with urgency. I’m like a man on death row who’s been granted his last meal. Fuck, her pussy is perfect. Suddenly, she tries to get away from me. Oh, no you don't. My fingers dig into her ass cheeks, holding her in place and open for my invasive tongue. I shove it even deeper into her soaking wet pussy. My God, her pussy is tight. Amelia cries out pushing her ass back, pressing it against my face and nearly suffocating me. My balls draw up and my cock jolts in my jeans. How is that even possible considering how tight everything is down there? At this rate, it's very possible I might lose my shit while I satisfy her. I don’t even have to touch my cock.
“More, Brandon,” she pleads. "Please, more."
Trust me, sweetie, if I could stick my tongue deeper, I would.
I snake one hand around her waist until my finger finds her clit. I rub my middle finger across her clit, forcing a low grunt out of her. My finger skates over her nub, gliding directly over it each time my tongue thrusts deeper inside her dripping pussy. Damn, I so needed this. Relentlessly, I rub against her swollen clit. I love how her ass trembles as she takes pleasure from me while whimpering a series of inaudible words. I can’t tell if they’re prayers or curses.
“Hmmm,” I moan against her.
She’s now shamelessly fucking my tongue and rubbing her clit against my finger, chasing her own climax, her small fisted hands banging every so often against the lounge chair.
Suddenly, I feel Amelia shift again. She flings her hair back causing the ends to whip against the back of my head and upper shoulders. I lift my eyes to see what's caused that reaction. I hear it before I see it.
“Arghhh,” Holden grunts.
He’s now hovering right over Amelia, his cock in his hand. I was so lost deep inside Amelia’s pussy that I didn't even hear him position himself right in front of us. There he stands, stroking his thick shaft while holding Amelia’s gaze. What a view. Him dominating her like that and our little princess looking up at him with what I suspect is submission veiled over her beautiful green eyes. Watching Holden play with his cock while I tongue-fuck Amelia is a reminder of how desperately I need release. Still, what I’m doing to her right now is too good. It supersedes my need to come.
"Jesus," Amelia wails.
Everything about this moment is so sexual and so raw.
“You’re fucking delicious in that position, princess,” Holden groans. "I like seeing you on your hands and knees like that.”
“Ahhhh,” Amelia, I purrs.
"Naughty girl. I see that cocky smile flirting on your lips. You love what you’re doing to me, don't you?" Holden asks. “You’re driving me so fucking crazy that I’m reduced to this... fucking my own fist while my best friend takes care of your sweet pussy.”
"My God, you're gorgeous," Amelia pants.
"Trust me, angel, I ain't got nothing on you," Holden responds.
"Can I taste you?" Seriously?
I groan at her question. Fuck.
"You want my big cock inside your pretty little mouth?” Holden’s voice is ridiculously low.
“Yes.”
“Do you think you can handle all this meat?”
“Yes.” Her body shakes so much with that response that I feel the current travel through me. Damn.
“Are you sure? I’m not convinced, princess.” Holden, the quintessential dominant.
“Please, Holden. Please.”
Please? I love how she begs without having to be coaxed.
“Fuck, I love the way you say that.” So do I. “That's a very inviting proposition, angel, unfortunately, it can't happen. You’re too low and I’m too tall. I'd hate to cut Brandon’s fun short by forcing you to reposition your body so that I can slide my cock down your throat."
"Too bad." The disappointment in her voice nearly sends me over the edge.
"You’re perfect," Holden hisses. "Fuck, the—”
I look up again to see what prevents my best friend from finishing his sentence. The velocity with which he’s stroking his cock tells me everything I need to know. Holden is stroking his shaft with determination now. He cups his heavy balls with his other hand and a deep, throaty moan escapes him. Fuck. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back, never slowing down the cadence with which he’s seeking pleasure at his own hand. It doesn’t take long for his strokes to grow urgent and desperate, and he pants loudly with painful
exertion. Jesus Christ, that’s going to be one big load. “Shit.” He chokes his cock and struggles to strangle a long growl down to a brief, low grunt as he comes all over his hand. Goddammit. There’s so much of it, it's dripping all over the place.
“Mother of God, Holden. That was incredible,” Amelia pants. I wonder if this is the first time she’s watched a man jerk off. I don't stop ravishing her pussy. “Oh, Jesus! Yes. Oh, yes,” Amelia pants. Give it to me. I force my tongue into her more aggressively, thrusting furiously. As her sobs fill the open space, I press my middle finger against her clit with precision and she loses it. “Dear, God, Brandon!” she screams. She’s even louder now and her pussy throbs violently around my tongue as her orgasm washes over her. Her body is shaking like a leaf. As she gushes all over my face, I lap at her rapaciously, enjoying every single drop of her sweet juices. “Oh, Brandon.” I guess she wasn't quite done calling out my name.
Her cries are truly the most beautiful melody I’ve ever heard. I already know I’ll be addicted to them.
CHAPTER 33
Amelia
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I waver between consciousness and the desperate need to chase after the lascivious dream that has me playing with my pussy. I'm steadfast in my determination to prolong this bawdy fantasy. Visions of Holden, Brandon and I engaged in the most indecent of acts flash behind my eyelids and that's exactly where I want to remain. I refuse to wake up.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
As much as I try to ignore it, the noise in the background threatens to disturb my sweet reverie.
Bollocks.
I pull the sheet and cover over my head in an attempt to block the noise. I know it's futile, but in my defense, I'm still half asleep.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Blimey.
There it is again. This is becoming so irritating.
Groggy, I roll over to grab my iPhone to look at the time. “Eight o’clock? Is it Daddy?” I grumble to myself.
Daddy and I are due at the Brown's Hotel’s HIX Mayfair restaurant for lunch with Aunt Georgiana and her husband Sir Theodore Brian Hamdy. She's Mum's eldest sister and lives in Scotland. Our lunch with her at noon is the first of several events Daddy has lined up for the day. Aunt Georgiana is all about family, the rest are all official functions.
The banging continues and whoever is on the other side is determined to wake up the dead.
“Miss Cavendish. Are you awake?" a voice shouts.
When I recognize Officer Roderick’s distinctive timbre, I immediately panic. Worried that something has happened to my father or my aunt, I fling the covers away with urgency and I pull my exhausted body out of bed. I take one step forward, but fall back on my ass. Shit. How the hell am I supposed to carry out my duties today when my legs are this wobbly?
Brandon and Holden took turns at unraveling me. It's as if because I’d voiced concern about not wanting to bring God's wrath upon me for being too greedy, they decided to teach me a lesson. If I thought three orgasms in one day was pushing it, six might be a world record. Honestly, I nearly begged Holden to carry me back to my place when he accompanied me to my penthouse at three o'clock in the morning. They lapped the living daylights out of my pussy as punishment.
Officer Roderick bangs even louder.
“I’m coming. I’m coming.” I struggle to raise my voice. This better be a matter of national security. I practically crawl to my en suite bathroom and grab a dressing gown to cover up before rushing as quickly as my legs permit towards the door. I swing it open, bracing myself for the worst.
Officer Roderick lowers her gaze to meet mine. “Good morning, madam.”
"Good morning. What's so urgent?”
“I’m sorry for pulling you out of bed, but there’s a call for you that came through my mobile. I think you might have turned off your phones—your mobiles and your landline.” Yes, I needed to restore my body after last night. "It seems you had a pleasant time last night with Chief Petty Officer Barclay." Her slight smile doesn't go unnoticed. I'll let her come to her own conclusions. “I know it’s still early, but I thought I’d try just in case you were up.”
"Does this have to do with my father or any member of my family?"
"No, madam. Well...” Officer Roderick hesitates. “Someone is urgently trying to reach you,” she clarifies.
"You can't be serious?" I huff.
"I wouldn't dare to disrupt you on a Sunday morning if I wasn't." Her lips pull in a straight line.
"Crap."
My grumpy mood is brought on by the fact that I already know who it is.
“The Prime Minister's wife is relentless." Notice the title. "She's already called my mobile four times in a row and Officer Stohler texted me to let me know that she’s received three calls. The same for Officers Malone and Keenan.” Translation, someone can’t take a bloody hint.
“Clearly, she didn’t get the message the last time she pulled this same stupid stunt.”
“She does have a habit of being particularly insistent...” Translation, pig-headed. “I mean earnest.” Officer Roderick pauses before continuing. “Of course.”
“Of course,” I parrot. I can’t help but smile at her slip up.
“I promised her I’d knock on your door to see if you were awake.”
I shake my head. “All right. Let me run to the bathroom to quickly freshen up and I'll be right back."
"I'll be right outside," Officer Roderick announces.
"No. Wait here. It shouldn't take me longer than five minutes."
“Very well, madam,” Officer Roderick agrees.
I’m in and out of my bathroom in a flash.
“I'm back,” I announce, reentering the living room.
I drop both my personal and official phones on the coffee table. I turn them on just in case Daddy or Charlie need to reach me. Okay, okay, Brandon and Holden are also on that list.
"Ready?" she asks when I walk back towards her.
"No, but it's either that or she’ll keep pestering you all day," I say. "Give me your phone so I can put us all out of our misery,” I hold my hand out as I let out another exasperated sigh. I redial the last call on Officer Roderick’s iPhone and wait.
“Officer Roderick is she up?” I hear on the other end. She didn’t even let it ring.
“Abigail, it’s me.”
“Ah, Amelia, darling.” I hate when she calls me that. “I’m glad I finally caught you. Officer Roderick says you were still sleeping.” Hence why I wasn’t answering my phone. “I figured one of your officers would have easy access to you. Are you coming down with something?”
“It's only eight o'clock, Abigail. I don't think it's uncommon for people to still be in bed at this time of the day. You could’ve simply left a message.” My tone is curt.
“I’d rather speak to you in person. You tend to get so busy and often forget to get back to me." Newsflash, it's because I really don't want to talk to you.
“What do you want, Abigail?” I meet Officer Roderick’s gaze and roll my eyes. The corner of her lips lift slightly up. It's not a smile, but I know she feels my pain. She’s standing guard at the door in her usual stance—legs apart, arms behind her back and face closed. My eyes glance down her tall frame taking in her trademark black suit and open white shirt.
Abigail’s nasal voice snaps me back to reality. “No need to be so short with your stepmother.” God, I could spit bile when she calls herself that. Okay, technically it’s true since she married my father nearly a year and a half ago, but she’ll never earn my respect. Never. “I don’t have to get along with your brothers because they live so far away.” Lucky them. “But you and I are women and we should have a strong relationship.” When pigs fly... and even then.
“Abigail, did you call for any particular reason?” Yup, I completely ignore what she just said.
She lets out a long sigh. “I’m not going anywhere, Amelia,” she says. I can just imagine the smug look on her face. “The sooner yo
u accept that, the better. Your father loves me deeply and it’s very much mutual. It’s Lao Tzu who said, Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. That's what your father and I share.” Please forgive me while I vomit all over my floor. “In any case.” Her tone is chipper now. “I called because of the upcoming fundraiser for my charity event. Oh, before we tackle that, I heard that last Wednesday’s ceremony was quite eventful. It seems you caused a bit of a scene.”
Who told her that?
“Is that what my father said?” I already know the answer, but I just want to hear her say it.
“Of course not. The man worships the ground you walk on. His baby daughter can do no wrong." She hates the tight bond I have with Daddy. She does her very best to claw at it, but alas, she always fails. “I just caught wind of it." Can you be more vague?
"How?" I press.
"People talk,” she says.
"Which people?"
She ignores me. “Those were some pretty big accusations towards that man. Maybe you misconstrued things." Sod off, bitch.
I'm very surprised by her comments and how one-sided they are.
"What are you suggesting, Abigail?"
"It all sounds so improbable... you were surrounded by people," she throws casually.
I'm so insulted, I see red. "Given that you weren't even present, I’d keep my opinions to myself. Especially, considering you have no idea what you're talking about."
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