by Dana Delamar
I took her hand in mine, then pressed it against the hardness at my crotch. “Will you turn me down too, I wonder?” I murmured.
She caressed me through the cloth, saying nothing, but her fingers spoke for her as they teased me. She unbuttoned the fall of my trousers, her hands slipping inside and pulling me free.
“Paige,” I whispered, my voice deepened with desire.
She bent forward and took the tip of my cock in her mouth, and I groaned when her lips closed around me, her tongue swirling around the head.
“Fuck,” I gasped, fully hard in an instant. I rocked my hips forward slightly, reminding myself that she wasn’t Riley, but she met me more than halfway, increasing the suction as she took me in.
“Jesus, Paige.” I cupped her bare neck and let myself thrust shallowly, testing her limits.
She clutched my ass cheek with one hand, the other clasping me at the root, holding me back a bit. She twirled her tongue around the shaft, swishing it along the underside as she pulled back up to the tip. Then she plunged down again, taking me deeper than I’d expected, and I couldn’t stifle the groan that came from somewhere deep in my gut.
I looked down. She worked back and forth, her pretty mouth stretched around me, her eyes gazing up to meet mine. “You’re out of this world,” I said.
She hummed her appreciation and took me in a bit deeper, speeding up the pace, and I had to close my eyes. The sight of my cock sliding in and out of her mouth was going to make me come. I’d expected her to turn me down, but she’d surprised me with her eagerness. There was something prim and proper about her, but underneath?
She was a fucking tigress.
Her fingers tightened around me and she increased the suction.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I said, starting to withdraw, but she held me in place, surprising me yet again. My ex, Livia, had never swallowed. But Paige, fuck, Paige was going to—
I came hard, convulsing with a groan as I shot down her throat, her silky skin under my hand, her hot tongue swirling around the head of my cock and making me shiver. “Stop, beautiful, stop,” I murmured, pulling back, my breath coming hard.
She wiped at her mouth, grinning up at me. “Have I been properly punished?” she asked, a lilt in her voice.
I laughed. “Wait until I tell Riley about this.”
She chuckled. “He’s going to be sad he missed out.”
I tucked my spent cock away and buttoned my trousers. “Who says we’re done with you?” I pulled her up from the bench and took her in my arms. “We’re only getting started,” I whispered in her hair. “How soon can we leave?”
She looked up at me, and I couldn’t resist kissing her. She tasted of me, and the memory of what she’d just done made me groan. God, she was amazing.
When we parted, she answered my question. “We can leave soon. Probably should have some cake and a drink. Then we can go.”
I offered her my arm again. “Well, then, Lady Sutherland, let’s take our leave of the other guests. I’m not done punishing you yet.”
She squeezed my arm. “I should hope not, Your Grace.”
PAIGE
My God, I really am doing this. Having a threesome with two gorgeous men.
I made sure everything was progressing smoothly at the ball, then Riley, Carter, and I slipped upstairs. I still felt slightly guilty, but judging by the outrageous flirting going on at the party, the guys and I weren’t the only ones who’d be extra happy by the end of the night.
We ended up in my room, the three of us giggling like idiots. Too much champagne coupled with a bit of giddy anticipation—at least on my part. To think, when I’d come on this trip, I’d hoped to maybe hook up with someone once, maybe twice. And now I was sleeping with two guys? Together?
Riley and Carter were looking at me expectantly, as if waiting for me to make the first move. Where did I start? Maybe with my clothes, which weren’t the easiest to get out of. I turned my back to them and cast a shy smile over my shoulder. “I’m going to need some assistance with all this.” I motioned to my gown.
Riley grinned and looked at Carter. “It appears we have a damsel in distress on our hands.”
“Don’t let her fool you,” Carter said.
“I’m right here, guys.”
“We’re well aware of that,” Riley whispered in my ear, one of his hands wrapping around my throat, his thumb lightly stroking my skin and making it tingle.
I started to turn to kiss him, but he held me fast. “Don’t move. We can’t get you naked if you’re all over the place.”
Oh. Carter joined Riley behind me and kissed me on the shoulder. “What about her punishment?”
“We’ll get to that.” Riley started working on the buttons along my spine, and I pressed my thighs together. Exactly what “punishment” did Riley have in mind?
He nibbled my earlobe, making me shiver as he quickly finished undoing the buttons at the back of the gown. The green silk rustled as it slid into a heap on the floor. I stepped out of it, and Carter picked up the dress and laid it over a chair.
I stood before them in my petticoat and corset, while they were both still fully clothed. “Aren’t you going to undress?” I asked, my voice suddenly seeming so small.
Carter looked at Riley, then back at me. “In time.” He motioned to the petticoat. “How is it attached?”
I pointed out the straps, untying them myself and letting the garment fall to the floor. Now only the corset and thin chemise stood between me and complete nudity.
The cooled air of the room made my nipples form peaks, and the rub of them on the corset when I shifted made me take in a quick breath. Every inch of my skin felt hyperaware, as if the gazes upon me were feathers lightly stroking my body. Everything seemed magnified, and perhaps it was. After all, I was the object of desire for two men. Two men who stared at me in open admiration.
I half turned away again, gesturing to the ties at the back of the corset. “Can one of you please free me?”
Carter started to step forward, but Riley shook his head. “Maybe we should keep her in it.”
A glint came into Carter’s eyes. “More punishment?”
“If you leave me in this while we’re…” I let my voice trail off. “I’m liable to pass out.”
Riley chuckled. “That wouldn’t be much fun.” He came up behind me and started on the corset.
I groaned in relief as the constriction of my rib cage eased. “Thank you.”
“How grateful are you feeling?” Riley asked.
“Very,” I said as he removed the corset altogether. I took a deep breath and turned to face them. Looking down, I saw the peaks of my nipples poking almost through the tissue-thin chemise.
Carter’s and Riley’s eyes seemed glued to this obvious sign of my arousal. Reaching up, I gently tweaked both nipples at once, the sensation sending sparks between my legs.
Riley grabbed his crotch and groaned. “Fuck, Paige.”
“I aim to,” Carter said, and I giggled. This would be my first time with Carter. What would he feel like inside me? His cock was comparable to Riley’s. But it would be different. He would be different.
“Take off the chemise,” Riley said, his voice low and rasping.
I took hold of the delicate fabric and started to draw it upward, butterflies swooping and diving in my belly. This was it. I was really, truly, doing this.
The fabric caressed my thighs, my belly, my breasts, as I pulled it overhead and dropped it. The only thing I still wore were the white silk stockings and ballerina-like slippers I’d donned earlier to complete the costume.
“On the bed,” Riley said. “Sit on the edge, and spread your legs.”
I went to the bed and sat, opening my legs as little as I thought was reasonable. “Wider,” Riley said. “Show us how much you want us.”
Heat flooded my face and chest. I was slick already, and they hadn’t even touched me. I parted my thighs, looking away from them, pretending to be fascin
ated by the drapes.
“What a pretty pussy,” Carter murmured.
“It’s so tight. Wait until you’re in her.”
It was strangely exciting to be discussed this way, as if I were a painting they were admiring. I wanted to touch myself, but I couldn’t. That was just too intimate. Too revealing. Too needy.
That’s what I was. Needy.
I shifted restlessly, wanting to press my thighs together, anything to ease the ache between my legs.
“Touch yourself,” Riley said. My eyes snapped to his, but I made no move to comply. “I know you want to,” he said. “So do it.”
Could I? I closed my eyes and let my right hand drift down to cup my mound, the well-manicured curls springy against my palm.
One of the men took an audible breath. Which one? Riley? Carter? I’d have to open my eyes to know. But I couldn’t.
I parted the lips of my sex, my fingertips encountering the flood of moisture that lingered there. I lightly circled my clit. Were they touching themselves as they watched me?
The thought made me shiver, and I pressed a finger more firmly against my clit, my breathing growing faster, heavier.
There was a rustle of cloth, then footsteps as someone approached.
Did I want to know who?
But I didn’t need my eyes to know it was Carter who tipped me back onto the mattress. I could smell him, feel him. “Look at me,” he said.
I opened my eyes. God he was perfect, his blue eyes holding mine as he picked me up, easily spinning me so my head was at the edge of the mattress where I’d been sitting. Carter climbed up beside me, still fully clothed aside from his jacket, his bare cock poking out from the fall of his trousers. I looked over my shoulder at Riley, who likewise had shed only his coat. He too had freed his cock, which he lazily stroked as he watched us.
I turned my attention back to Carter when he leaned over me, his mouth seeking mine. His tongue plunged between my open lips and I sucked on it, making him groan. He palmed my breasts, squeezing them lightly, their aching tips not at all appeased by his touch.
He took one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling over it before he lightly bit down and tugged, making me arch and cry out.
“I think she’s ready,” Riley said.
“She tastes so sweet,” Carter muttered. He caught my eye and grinned. “Someday I want to drizzle maple syrup all over you.”
Someday? What did that mean? Was there some kind of future for us beyond the trip?
Stop it, Paige. Don’t go there.
Because that wasn’t going to happen. This was just… for now.
Carter rubbed his stiff cock against my clit, and I cried out again. “You want it?” he asked. “You want my cock in you?”
“God yes.” I almost didn’t recognize my voice. Who was this breathy hussy in my body?
He released me for a second while he retrieved a condom from his trouser pocket and put it on. Then he was between my legs, rubbing himself against my lips, making me groan. “Please, Carter.”
The smile he gave me was pure masculine satisfaction as he thrust inside me.
“Oh,” I moaned and wound my legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts. He pounded into me hard a few times, then backed off and rolled me onto my side so he was straddling my left leg. He extended my right one into the air and then entered me again.
Jesus, he was so deep this time, the curve of his cock rubbing against my G-spot and making me moan. “Oh yes, oh yes. Right there.”
Riley tapped on my shoulder, and I realized he was standing at the edge of the bed, his cock millimeters from my lips.
Ah. Now I understood why Carter had repositioned me. They’d obviously done this before.
Riley bumped the head of his cock against my lips. “Time for your punishment.”
I grinned as I took him in my mouth.
It was so odd to have them both inside me at the same time, Carter’s cock thrusting in and out of my sex while Riley’s slid over my tongue.
What must I look like to them? I’d never thought I’d do such a thing in my life—well, I’d thought about it sure, especially after the Amber books, but to actually do it, to actually have two men inside me at once? I shuddered suddenly, my orgasm taking me by surprise.
I clenched around Carter and he cried out, thrusting into me harder, and Riley said, “I told you, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did,” he muttered. “Fuck, Paige, you have to stop.”
I didn’t want to. I wanted Carter to come, wanted him to lose control the way I had. I sucked harder on Riley and clenched around Carter again, and both of them swore.
Riley tunneled his fingers into my hair, holding me in place, and thrust harder, and I let him in deeper, swirling my tongue over the head again the way he liked, and he came with a shout.
I swallowed his cum as Carter’s thrusts grew frantic. He climaxed, breathing hard. “Jesus Christ, Paige, I thought you were going to kill me.”
I laughed and looked up at them, all of us panting. “Maybe I was punishing you two.”
Riley grinned and knelt, taking my face in his hands. “You can punish us any time.” His kiss was light and sweet, so tender my heart fluttered.
What was I doing? As much as I’d tried to tell myself it was just sex, it wasn’t.
Carter crawled up beside me and slung an arm across my waist, then he kissed me too after Riley released me. My heart gave another little flutter.
I caressed Riley’s hair and Carter’s at the same time, my throat tightening. I’d walked right into danger, and I hadn’t realized it.
These two were stealing my heart, despite everything I’d told myself.
Despite every lie I’d told myself.
And despite the big truth I’d kept from them.
Emma.
Chapter 10
RILEY
Praying no one recognized me, yet eager to experience Bath’s highly touted thermal spas with Carter and Paige, I herded them through the modern lobby of the city’s premier establishment. I’d had to opt for contact lenses since glasses would have been awkward to wear in the water and steam rooms, so I’d covered up with a ball cap and sunglasses. Hey, it worked for Superman.
I stayed back while Paige and Carter went up to the reception desk to book our afternoon treatments. They returned to my side a few minutes later. Paige had a huge smile on her sweet face. “I’m so looking forward to this. It’s been ages since I’ve pampered myself like this.”
Watching her with an indulgent expression, Carter handed us each a basket containing a robe, flip-flops, a towel, and a bottle of water. “We’ll meet you right outside the changing rooms, okay?” I said to Paige.
She practically danced. “Yes, but hurry. Carter convinced them to let us all do the couples massage at four, and I can’t wait. But first, the spas!” She skipped away to the door marked “Ladies.”
Seeing her so excited did something to me. My throat tightened. She should always be this happy.
Carter bumped my shoulder. “Ready? We should get changed too.”
Startled out of my reverie, I looked up. “Yes, we should.”
“She seems happy.”
I laughed. That was putting it mildly. “She’s been working so hard. I’m glad to do this for her.”
Carter grinned. “For her. Sure.”
“What?” I asked, forcing my features into what I hoped was a look of pure innocence.
“You wanted to have her all to yourself.”
“Myself? I think I’ve more than proved I’m the sharing type.” I arched a brow and poked a finger into the hard muscles of Carter’s chest, before opening my hand to smooth my palm over his abdomen. God, I loved his body. Each muscle so well-defined and strong. I took a step closer as I let my hand fall to his waist. “Are you a figment of my imagination? You feel solid enough to be real.”
Carter grunted and trapped my wrist before my hand could drift lower.
I pouted. “Party poop
er.”
“Come on, Mr. One-Track-Mind. Paige will be wondering what’s happened to us.”
We entered the changing rooms and quickly put on our bathing trunks. Armed with towels, robes, flip-flops, and water, we rejoined Paige. She held a map in her hands. “This is the route for the self-guided baths.”
I bowed low. “Lead the way, milady.”
Beside me, Carter smirked. “That was awful, man. And you call yourself a writer?”
Laughing, Paige hooked her arms through ours and tugged us toward the first stop, the open-air rooftop pool. Still arm in arm, we paused for a moment to enjoy the breathtaking view of Bath and the surrounding hills. “It’s so beautiful here,” she said.
I looked at her, or rather the top of her head. My gaze collided with Carter’s. There was a warmth in his eyes, a tenderness that hadn’t been there before. I smiled. “It sure is,” I said. I doubted Carter would catch on, but I’d meant both Paige and him. Standing in the sun, its rays reflecting off the water and bathing them in shimmering light, both my lovers were resplendent. And, for now at least, they were mine.
Lifting my hand from Paige’s waist, I touched Carter’s arm, needing to connect with him as well.
He cleared his throat. “So, Paige, tell me about this spa.”
“Well, this particular bath is kept at 33.5 degrees Celsius and is very mineral rich.”
We walked to the edge and down the steps. When the heated water reached the tight muscles in my lower back, I arched and groaned.
Carter’s amused look arrested my thoughts. “What?” I asked.
“We wearing you out, kid?”
Paige started to laugh. “You guys never stop. Are you going to break out the measuring tape next?”
“Oh, we’ve already done that,” I said.
“You two are incorrigible.”
“Just the way you like us.”
Her cheeks colored and she fanned her face. “Wow. This water really is hot.”
“Right,” Carter said, sinking in up to his neck. When he sat on the ledge lining the wall, a jet piston at his back, he practically purred.