In Deep

by Chloe Harris

  Abruptly, Reinier’s touch stilled.

  Jaidyn groaned with quick short breaths the very moment. She couldn’t help it, but something like disappointment grew in her as every tingling wave of that sweet, heady rush through her body seemed to ebb and dwindle with every breath she took. Connor’s wicked chuckle made her confusion and frustration that much more palpable.

  But she was not abandoned for long. She soon felt Reinier parting her slick folds again. He made short eye contact with her.

  Jaidyn didn’t quite know what to make of his lopsided, knowing grin. His fingers seated so intimately caused another wave of that delicious rush to flicker again. Then he was gone from her line of vision. Jaidyn lifted her head just a bit and saw him bend toward her–

  What did he …?

  To her shock and surprise, his tongue set to work where his expert hand had left off.

  No-ohh …

  Was that …?

  Good. Lord!

  His touch–hot, wet, wonderful–stoked a fire in her, raging and more eager than before. It moved through her, replacing her blood with molten syrup that licked at her, threatened to burn her from within. Jaidyn thought it impossible, but he was even more skillful with his mouth than with his fingers. She felt him spread her folds and he burrowed deep, his tongue swirling around her sweetest spot and licking over her in tiny, quick flicks in between. Jaidyn heaved off the bed even higher than before.

  She quivered against his lips and writhed in desperation to reach whatever it was she’d been denied before, breathless, unable to do anything but moan. Something built in her, it swirled and pulsated in her.

  Suddenly she knew. Suddenly Jaidyn realized there was a name for how she felt. It was pleasure, pure, simple, ecstatic pleasure that caused her to moan; relentless desire that lashed inside her and continued to build that pressure she knew from before. She was climbing toward something with every swirl and flick of his tongue. And she was almost, almost there. It was just out of reach–

  But just like before, he halted and Jaidyn opened her eyes to stare at the plaster of the ceiling. He’d denied her again and she was torn between giving a frustrated harrumph or moaning at the exquisite shower of sparks raining on her.

  Whatever it was he was doing, surely this torture was much worse than if it had been short and rough like she’d expected.

  The bed moved under her and she saw Reinier knelt between her spread thighs, looking at her creamy folds. He tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes at her, but another movement caught his attention and his eyes flicked up above her.

  Connor moved from the bed also. Just then Reinier used the flat of his hand to apply gentle pressure to her overly sensitized nub and her hips jerked against his hand and the small relief it brought.

  Crouching down behind Reinier, Connor took her in. He bent his dark head toward her in a slow, seductive movement, never taking his intense eyes off her.

  “Let me have a taste.” Jaidyn shivered at the low rumble of his voice. “She smells so sweet.”

  When he spoke, his breath cooled her skin, making it pucker with goose bumps all over her. Reinier’s hand moved just a little to make room. Her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation.

  Then Connor’s mouth was playing a symphony on her most sensitive spot, swirling light and fast. The longing in her built so fast she shivered once again and Jaidyn spread her legs even more, opening for him, silently asking him to end this marvelous torture for her somehow.

  Passion steamed through her and Jaidyn gave herself up to it, to that familiar pressure, to the force of it that grew as his magical tongue twirled over her.

  She released her death grip on the bed sheets and threaded her fingers into the thick, silky strands of Connor’s black hair.

  Her hands fisted in the soft mass, pulling him closer. The pleasure was almost pain now, but Jaidyn didn’t think she could bear it if Connor also stopped right at that point.

  “Please!” Her plea came out in a sob.

  Connor’s laugh vibrated though her. She writhed with every pass of his tongue. Something inside her coiled, tighter and tighter.

  Finally, with one more sweet flick of his tongue, that something broke. She thought she’d shatter, every fiber of her exploding with bliss at once. Arching her spine off the bed, she felt as if she could fly. It was magnificent, breathtaking, miraculous, and filled her with so much joy she didn’t want it to stop.

  But it ended too soon and she was back in her body, tiny spasms raking it still. Small shudders of delight rolled through her as Connor continued lapping at her core with gentle caresses.

  Left in an aftermath of shock and awe, Jaidyn watched Connor lazily crawl up the bed and lean on one elbow at her side. She marveled at the passion and admiration in his eyes. When he cupped her breast and placed a quick, warm kiss on her earlobe, she felt comforted.

  She’d never expected this. She had only ever imagined giving herself. Never once had it entered her mind that she would receive anything more than coin in return. But they had shown her. Reinier might have started her on the path, but it was Connor who’d brought her to the end. She was glad it had been him. Now she wanted to give back, but she had so little experience she wasn’t sure how.

  Jaidyn turned to Connor as his arm came around her waist. Reinier lay on her other side. With her hands still slightly trembling, Jaidyn explored the solid planes of Connor’s chest and marveled at the gooseflesh that rose under her fingertips as his eyes drifted shut. She felt a small rush of power at his reaction. It gave her the courage to explore lower still and glide over the prominence in his breeches.

  She felt Reinier’s balmy skin against her back and his breath at her ear as he watched her progress. As if he could sense what she wanted, Reinier entwined his finger in hers and together they worked the buttons for Connor’s fly. As soon as there was room he guided her hand inside.

  Her fingers instinctively wrapped around his hard length. Connor took a sharp breath between his teeth. Another rush of power set her body moving against Reinier’s as he held her wrist, guiding her strokes.

  Jaidyn shuddered anew when Reinier’s tongue flicked over the skin just beneath her ear. “Slowly,” he breathed. “But hard, lass. Squeeze the tip just a little before you let your hand slide down again.”

  Jaidyn followed Reinier’s request as best as she could. The deep purr of satisfaction from Connor made her grateful for the instruction and eager for more. She moaned softly at the feel of Reinier’s hard length at her cleft and Connor’s under her hand. Unbelievable, but her body began to move in a restless rhythm once more.

  Connor’s arm came around, embracing them both. When Reinier sat up behind her and intertwined her free hand with Connor’s, he guided Connor’s fingers to her mouth. She wasn’t quite sure what he wished her to do, but as he pressed them against her lower lip, she opened.

  “Yes, sweet. Take his fingers into your mouth. Let them go a little, then suck at them again.”

  She did as he asked and the intimacy of suckling Connor’s digits sent pinpricks of lightning through her skin. She continued her ministrations to Connor’s fingers as Reinier laid her back. As he nudged her thighs farther apart, Jaidyn could feel the roughness of Reinier’s breeches and his hardness straining against her sensitized tissues. He leaned in, bracing himself on his elbows. She knew another instruction was pending, and curiosity as well as yearning made her want it all the more.

  “Now let your tongue run around his fingertips every time they almost slip from your lips.”

  Instantly she obeyed, rolling her tongue around the tips, then sucking his fingers in even deeper than before.

  “Very good.” Reinier’s voice seemed rougher now. He moved off her as she continued to work as instructed. Each application of suction sent sparks to her core. She rejoiced in the hums of approval from Connor and delighted in the look his blue eyes held as he watched his fingers disappear into and slide out of her mouth.

  She felt t
he bed move under her, and Reinier was now lying on his side beside her, farther up the bed than either she or Connor was. His large hand cupped the back of her head. “Wrap your hand around me and stroke me.”

  Reluctantly she let Connor’s digits slip from her lips and turned to face Reinier–

  There it was.

  She didn’t react with fear or hesitation as she thought she would. She was fascinated, perhaps a bit awed, and studied it. Hesitant, she wrapped her hand around Reinier’s length.

  As she slowly began to move her hand, testing the feel and shape of it, she felt the bed move again. This time, Jaidyn assumed, Connor was removing the rest of his clothing. In a very short time Connor’s warmth covered her back and his arm snaked around her waist.

  “Use your mouth on him,” Connor whispered in her ear.

  But how? she thought, eyeing Reinier’s rod.

  Then she understood. Connor’s strong fingers in her mouth had been just a prelude to this. Walking before she ran.

  Slowly Jaidyn bent, opening her mouth and letting her tongue taste the smooth skin. Just slightly salty and ever so soft. The experience was not at all unpleasant.

  She wrapped her lips around the head, moving her jaw some to take it all into her mouth. She let her lips move up and down, sucking, loosening and tasting.

  While she felt Connor’s hot length pressing against her cleft, he took her hand in his and guided it to Reinier’s member. “Let your lips follow your hand.”

  After a few awkward caresses she found a rhythm. Her whole body hummed with each stroke. Jaidyn grew bolder, eager to show them both she was a quick learner.

  “Open your throat.” Connor’s breath tickled the shell of her ear. “Don’t swallow. You can take him deeper then.”

  She tried to relax her throat and as she began to suck harder she could indeed feel him at the very back of her throat. Emboldened by her success and the deep moans of approval from both men, she loosened her lips, letting him almost slip completely out before she started the deep slide all other again.

  She could feel the vibration against the roof of her mouth as Reinier spoke. “Methinks we have just discovered her major talent, my friend.”

  “I expected as much.” Connor let out a deep purring chuckle. “Her skill must be outstanding, having been blessed with lips as gorgeous as hers.”

  The bed dipped again as Connor moved and nudged her legs apart. Jaidyn gladly opened for him, needing his touch to ease the ache that was spreading once again. She moaned against Reinier’s length and pushed into Connor’s hand.

  Connor entered her with one finger first and Jaidyn wanted to gasp, helpless against the quiver that raked her body. He pumped in and out of her so slowly, Jaidyn thought she was going to burst with delight.

  Then Connor pressed two fingers into her and Jaidyn tried to swallow the moan at his intrusion. Stroking deep caresses teased her, aroused her. She felt her inner walls expanding, stretching to take them in.

  Connor’s fingers hit a spot deep in her that set her ablaze and had her eager for more. Passion enveloped her in a delicious bubble of want, fogging her mind so that all that counted was to feel more of that bliss his touch brought her. All of a sudden his fingers didn’t seem to be enough.

  Connor began to move her onto her forearms and her knees. Her mouth never left Reinier as he moved to lie farther down on his back. With a muffled moan, Jaidyn shivered as the front of Connor’s thighs pressed against the back of her own. The head of his cock pushed at her slick entrance.

  The moment she had dreaded before had come. She didn’t understand what was happening to her, but she wanted it now. Not just it–but Connor. She wanted Connor inside her with everything she had.

  His hand gripped her waist tightly and ever so slowly he entered her, just a little at a time, her secret muscles stretching to accommodate him.

  There was no pain, only joy. Desire had sparks swirl and explode not only all over her body but in her mind also.

  When he’d seated himself to the hilt, Jaidyn shuddered and moaned again long and low. He filled her perfectly.

  Waves of pleasure, prickling and tingling at the same time, bathed her with each thrust. Jaidyn had never experienced anything quite like Connor’s moving in and out of her in strokes so delicious and slow she thought she was on fire inside. A fire only he could quell. Obeying her instinct, she moved against him faster.

  Soon she found a rhythm that gave her the most pleasure. Before long her mouth matched those movements as well.

  Connor’s maddening strokes became harder and she trembled and keened at the end of each thrust, her body rippling with pleasure until every limb felt like she’d strained her body for too long. She burned within, then the blaze combusted into a bone-deep inferno.

  She was momentarily drawn out of her trembling haze as Reinier’s hands cradled her head. He slipped from her lips and moved slightly away.

  Now it was just she and Connor and his dizzying thrusts taking her higher and higher. Her nails dug into the tick beneath. Jaidyn enjoyed the titillating waves that rushed through her body at each of Connor’s rougher strokes now.

  Again that tickle in her belly started, spreading through her body. Again she felt something coil in her lower belly and Jaidyn moaned with bliss, knowing that relief would soon find her.

  At last her climax came, rushed through her as blissful as before but somehow more intense, more complete this time. Her muscles contracted as if to hold on to Connor, as if to lock him tight. Connor’s fingers dug into her hips. She was barely aware of anything as he pulled himself out, but still pushed against her back.

  Hot and sticky liquid dribbled onto the small of her back and a little down her backside. Connor’s seed.

  Jaidyn had just begun to catch her breath when Connor sprawled next to her on the bed. Her heart had still not settled back into a normal beat when Reinier stepped behind her now.

  His hand moved against the small of her back, rubbing Connor’s seed into her skin. It was decadent and wicked, probably like everything else so far, but she couldn’t quite form a thought clear enough to tell him to stop even if she wanted him to.

  Next she felt his fingers enter her. Did she really want him? Somehow Jaidyn doubted it would feel as good as it had with Connor.

  Then Reinier’s hand moved slightly higher. The tip of his finger entered her puckered bud.

  “What–” Jaidyn gasped, struck by a delicious tingling of the nerve endings there as he began to move slowly out and slightly deeper in, wiggling the tip as he went. She relaxed into a moan of pleasure.

  “No.”

  Jaidyn tensed at Connor’s growl.

  “Why shouldn’t I?”

  They all seemed to freeze into a scandalous tableau for a moment.

  “I see.” It was Reinier who broke the silence as Jaidyn let her body slide onto the bed. “Seeing that she is out of the question, I might have to find someone else for it, though.”

  “You are charmingly incorrigible. Go ahead and tease me now,” Connor replied, and it made even less sense to Jaidyn. “But you’ll see. You’ll soon see, my friend.”

  There was nothing about this that Jaidyn understood, and she thanked the stars she was too tired now to try.

  2

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  When Connor awoke, dusk had almost ended. Almost but not quite, judging by the pale gray light that streaked across the carpets. He rubbed a hand lazily across his face and into his hair, waking more fully and remembering where he was and with whom.

  He propped himself up on an elbow and turned to the woman curled up beside him. She seemed so peaceful in her slumber, her lips slightly parted in a soft pout and her hair like a pale sunrise fanned out behind her. His gazed followed a line of tiny freckles down her shoulder to the curve of her breast. He couldn’t help but trace its path with a fingertip. At that she snuggled closer and Connor felt his face crinkle into a smile. She really was an exquisite sight to wake to. H
e might actually not mind doing that again.

  He wasn’t surprised she still slept. Even in her sleep she looked so exhausted, Connor felt a strange protective streak slither to the surface of his mind. He and Reinier–

  Where was the Dutchman? Reinier wasn’t in the bed with them. Connor sat up farther and, careful not to wake her, he tucked her into the crook of his shoulder.

  His friend must have seen Connor moving because a candle was soon lit and Reinier was framed in its glow. He was sitting in the armchair where he’d thrown his coat when they’d first entered. Fully dressed, including the aforementioned coat, Reinier was sipping brandy. The look on Reinier’s face was far too serious after such a pleasurable and fulfilling afternoon. And, Connor mused, drinking in the dark was never a good thing. “Leaving so soon?”

  “Time and tide, my dear friend.”

  It wasn’t hard for Connor to figure out what his friend’s dark mood was about. Seeing one’s spouse for the first time in four years might do that to anyone. “Time and tide and wayward wives, you mean?”

  The grunt in reply followed by another long sip of his drink was not so much a response as avoidance. Connor left off his teasing.

  They sat in silence for a long moment. Connor felt his gaze wander back to where Jaidyn lay snuggled up in the crook of his arm. Her upper lip was a bit fuller than her lower lip, giving her a constant pout. Connor would have loved to watch her some more, but a strangely derisive snort from Reinier made him look up just to see the Dutchman’s eyes narrow at him.

  “If that one was a downstairs maid,” Reinier began, raising his glass to the woman Connor held. “Then I used to be an Arab sheikh.”

  Glancing down to make sure she was still sleeping, Connor tried to keep his voice low and even. “Fascinating, isn’t it? She’s a lady to be sure, a very passionate one, but a lady nonetheless.”