“I take that as a compliment,” Ambrose said drily. “No offense,” he said to Soames.
“You would,” Barnabas muttered, pulling Mel up the stairs behind him.
“Where are we going?” she asked breathlessly as she tried to keep up with him.
“My bedroom,” Barnabas said. Mel looked down at Soames, who was disappearing into the servants’ hallway.
“Then I am definitely coming,” Ambrose said, taking the stairs two at a time to catch up with them.
Barnabas dragged her into his bedroom and left the door open for Ambrose, who closed it behind him. “Sit.” He pointed at a small chaise by the wall.
Mel stood there and crossed her arms. “What did I tell you about ordering me around like a hound?”
“Please sit,” Barnabas amended, and Mel abruptly sat, shocked. “Ambrose,” he said, pointing to the seat next to her. With a sigh Ambrose sat. But then he scooted over and took Mel in his arms.
“Did you worry terribly?” he asked, kissing her neck. She tipped her head to the side and wrapped her arms around him.
“Terribly,” she admitted. “I forced myself not to cry because I didn’t want to upset Soames.”
“Yes, he’s very sensitive,” Barnabas said sarcastically. “We need to talk.”
“I move that we get naked first, and talk second,” Ambrose said as he continued to kiss her neck. “I find the excitement of the evening has led to other excitement, and I am in no condition to talk right now.” He dragged Mel over into his lap and she pulled up her skirts to straddle his legs, facing him.
“I second Lord Wetherald’s motion,” Mel murmured as he slid her down so she could feel his erection between her legs. They both groaned at the contact.
“What have I created?” Barnabas murmured, his voice directly behind her ear. He nibbled the edge and Mel shivered. “Want us, do you?” he asked.
“Terribly,” she said, reaching behind to cup the back of his head and hold him close. “I still can’t believe neither of you got hurt.”
“Don’t you want to know what happened?” Barnabas asked, curiosity in his voice.
“Yes,” she said. “Later. Indulging my passion won’t change this evening’s events.”
“Very logical.” Barnabas chuckled as he slid his hands over her shoulders and went to work unbuttoning her dress down the front.
“Yes,” murmured Ambrose. “Breasts. Please.”
He followed the gradual opening of her dress with his mouth, kissing and licking and sucking her skin until her every nerve was sensitive, and she quivered with arousal between them. When the dress gaped open he tugged the tie on her chemise and pushed both over her shoulders just enough to expose her breasts. Her arms were forced down by her sides by the constricting dress, but she was still able to caress Ambrose’s chest and stomach.
“Does this bother you?” Barnabas asked. “The dress like this?” He traced the edge of the dress on her upper arms and across her back, and she shivered.
“No,” she said. “Why?” Ambrose sucked her nipple into his mouth and she gasped brokenly and then moaned.
“No reason, my love,” Barnabas said. “But let’s get it off.” He pushed the dress farther down her arms and tugged each sleeve off. When her arms were freed she wrapped them around Ambrose’s head, holding him so he couldn’t stop kissing her breasts.
“I like that,” she said. “So much.” Ambrose hummed and the sound vibrated through her with a delicious shiver.
“May I take down your hair, darling?” Barnabas asked softly, kissing the back of her neck. His tongue traced her hairline and she reached back, trying to grab onto him. She got his shoulder and clutched his jacket.
“Yes,” she said. “Please.”
One by one Barnabas pulled the pins from her hair and let them fall to the small table beside the chaise. Each ping as they hit the table ratcheted up Mel’s heartbeat. She wanted to feel Barnabas’s hands in her hair. She wanted her hair to fall around Ambrose as they kissed. She’d grow it long again…she paused. She was leaving soon. But tonight they would see her whole and free, and she would remember how lovely it had been.
As her hair fell from the last pin she leaned over and kissed Ambrose, her hair falling against their cheeks, and she wanted to cry at how sweet it was.
“Darling,” Ambrose whispered, tenderly sweeping a lock of hair off her cheek. “You are so beautiful.”
“I want you both so much,” she said, her voice shaking. “I need you.”
“We should undress,” Barnabas said. “I don’t want this fuck to be impeded by clothes. I want to feel all of you both.”
“Yes,” Mel agreed. “All of you both.” She scrambled off Ambrose’s lap as he laughingly tried to hold her in place.
“Wait,” he said, but she was already off. He pouted handsomely. “I’m undone,” he said, indicating his lap. His erection was enormous, pushing out the front of his trousers, and Mel felt her sex throb at the sight.
“I want to taste you,” she told him, unashamed of her desires. Ambrose stood immediately and began to undress.
“She knows the magic words,” he told Barnabas.
Suddenly she felt Barnabas’s hands on her hips, shoving her dress and chemise over them. “You two are taking too long,” he said. Mel glanced over her shoulder and was shocked to see him naked already. “An old spy trick,” he said to her unasked question. “Sometimes life or death hinges on what clothes you are wearing.”
He untied her drawers and slid his hands in the front, nestling his erection against her backside. He let out a groan. “I don’t know what it is about a fine bottom, but I cannot get enough.”
He rubbed his cock against her and she moved with him, eliciting another groan. He slid his hand between her legs and she spread them wider to give him access. When he cupped her sex, his palm pressing against the apex, she moaned and sought the pressure with a thrust of her hips. Ambrose leaned over, half undressed, and pushed her drawers down to expose Barnabas’s hand on her.
“Show me,” he said roughly. “I want to see how wet she is.”
“Ambrose,” she said with a sigh of satisfaction as Barnabas slid his fingers inside of her. The stretch was delicious and she undulated against his hand.
“Very wet,” Barnabas said. He pulled his fingers out and held them up for Ambrose to see. When Ambrose leaned over and took Barnabas’s fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean, she groaned.
“Again,” she said. Barnabas obliged and Ambrose sat on the chaise in front of her and licked his fingers clean again. When Barnabas pulled his fingers back and then put them in his own mouth, Mel’s knees nearly gave out with desire.
Ambrose leaned forward, his hands on her hips, and slid his tongue between her legs, nudging the sensitive flesh at the top of her slit. He hummed again and she gasped. His grip on her hips tightened and he lapped at her sex while Barnabas tipped her face to the side and kissed her passionately. He slid his damp hand up to her breast and squeezed, and pleasure coursed through her.
When Ambrose slid his fingers inside her, the dual assault was too much and she flew apart, coming in their arms as she cried out into Barnabas’s mouth. They petted and kissed her soothingly while her heartbeat returned to normal.
“I wanted to do that with you inside me,” she said. “Both of you.”
“And you still will,” Barnabas promised her. “But I thought you wanted to taste Ambrose? His cock is very good.” He licked her cheek lasciviously. “I want to see you bent over as you suck it. Will you do that?”
“God yes,” Ambrose said fervently. He stood up and shoved his pants down, but it took a moment for him to pull his boots off and disrobe completely. Mel’s blood was still singing from her climax, but she couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm.
“I didn’t know it could be like this,” she said in wonder. “The way you touch me is…I have no words for it.”
“Neither do I,” Barnabas told her, turning her and tak
ing her in his arms. “Kiss me, Mel. I need you.”
Her shock at his admission was lost in the passion of his kiss. His fingers tangled in her hair as he held her tight and devoured her mouth. He was desperate in his desire for her and she relished it, every moment of his desperation. She’d never had anyone want her like he did, except Ambrose the night before. And they wanted her, Mel, the woman she was now. They hadn’t known her before. It was her and only her that they desired.
She wrapped her arm around his neck and one around his back and held him tightly as she kissed him back with equal fervor. No one would ever feel like they did in her arms, no one would ever understand her like they did, no one would ever love her like this.
When they broke the kiss Barnabas pressed his forehead to hers, breathing heavily. “I want to bend you over and watch you suck him while I fuck you from behind,” he said roughly. “Can I do that? Will you do that?”
“Yes,” she said, his words arousing her to a fever pitch. “Yes, I want that.”
He spun her around and she saw that Ambrose was sitting there, his fist wrapped around his cock, watching them with eyes full of passion. He just sat there and she realized neither man would push her or do anything until she initiated it. There was such freedom in being in charge, and she grinned as she spread her legs and then leaned over his lap.
She took the tip of his cock in her mouth and sucked and moaned at how good he tasted. She placed her hand over his and together they pumped as she suckled him. His hips thrust shallowly as he groaned.
“Don’t come,” Barnabas told him. “You shall fuck her, too.”
Ambrose laughed weakly. “I cannot promise to obey that order, sir,” he said breathlessly. “But I will try.”
Mel licked around his shaft, delighted at how hard it was, pulsing beneath her tongue, and yet the skin was soft as silk. It was like Ambrose himself, strong and principled inside, so passionate, and yet on the outside a pretty, proper package. When Barnabas slid inside her Mel was startled and moaned around Ambrose’s cock. Both men groaned with her.
“You two are decadent,” Barnabas said. “Both of you love to suck cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Ambrose said unsteadily. “I want to taste yours when you take it out of Mel. I want to taste you both on your cock.”
Mel had to pull off his cock as she gasped at the bolt of lust that shot through her at his words.
“He loves to fuck cock, too,” Barnabas said roughly, pushing his full length into her. She moaned and rose to her tiptoes, pressing back against him. “You do, too, don’t you, darling?”
“Your cocks,” she said breathlessly. “Yes.”
“It’s true,” Ambrose said, running his fingers through her hair as she leaned down and took him back in her mouth. “I love Barnabas’s cock fucking into me.”
Mel fisted her hands on his thighs as Barnabas pulled out and then pushed back in. It was decadent, delicious, overpowering. She did love this, loved fucking them. She could admit it without shame. She understood now that shame had been her constant companion since they’d rescued her from de Vere. But there was no shame here. She licked the end of Ambrose’s cock, tasting him, loving him.
“Did it feel good?” she asked, panting over his cock.
“Yes,” Ambrose said roughly. “I love the way it feels when he tunnels into me, fucks me hard and rough, comes inside me.”
“Inside you?” she asked, picturing it.
“Yes.” She looked up and met his eyes as he said it.
“I want it,” she said. “I want what he gives you.”
Barnabas fucked roughly into her, pulling her onto her toes again. “Do you?” he asked, his voice harsh. “Because I will give it to you. You can fuck us both, together.”
She didn’t need an explanation. She understood immediately what he meant, and her sex clenched and creamed at the image in her mind. “You know I want that,” she said, her voice quavering with need. “Both of you inside me, coming inside me. Barnabas, please.”
Ambrose cupped her cheeks and kissed her tenderly, his tongue slowly gliding along hers, tasting her and enjoying her. She let him have it, let him have her as he wanted, and there was a freedom in that, too, in giving him what he wanted, knowing he would never demand it.
“Are you sure?” he said against her lips. “I’ve never done that, of course, but, God, both of you at the same time. Yes, I want that. Will I be in your sweet cunny, Mel?” He nibbled her lip. “I’ve never fucked anyone in the behind. I think Barnabas should do that this first time. And then I will fuck him to see how it’s done properly and the next time I will be in your luscious behind. Yes?”
Barnabas pressed deep inside her and ground against her and she cried out at how good it felt. “Yes,” Barnabas hissed. “Yes to all that he just proposed.”
“You want his cock in your arse?” Mel asked against Ambrose’s mouth, both of them panting into each other, their eyes locked. He looked dark and sensuous and aroused, and for the first time Mel realized that he had as much power here as she and Barnabas.
“Yes,” Barnabas said. “I want it all with you two.”
For a moment Ambrose looked as shocked as she was at Barnabas’s confession.
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“Now,” Ambrose said roughly. “Pull out of her now and we will start.”
Barnabas did as he was told and Mel whimpered at the empty feeling he left behind. “This will be easier on the bed, Mel darling,” Barnabas said. “Can you do that?”
“Yes,” she said confidently, because she knew she could, with Barnabas and Ambrose. There was no place they could take her that she would not feel safe.
Barnabas helped her up on his bed and then Ambrose climbed up and over her on all fours. He kissed her, a dark, carnal kiss that had her banked excitement flaring again. She heard Barnabas rustling through a drawer and then felt the bed dip as he climbed on with them.
“Mel in the middle,” he said. Ambrose dropped to his back on the bed and pulled her on top of him.
“Mel, this will—”
She cut him off. “I’ve done it before,” she said without shame. “I didn’t want to and I didn’t like it. But now I want to. So don’t be afraid of breaking me or scaring me. Give me what I want.”
“Mel,” Ambrose said, sliding his hands into her hair as he cupped her head and kissed her again. She couldn’t get enough of his mouth. He tasted clean and hot and his kisses made her feel alive.
When Barnabas pressed damp fingers to her back entrance, she let her legs fall open, unafraid. Ambrose kissed the corner of her mouth.
“It feels so good,” he whispered, trailing his lips to her ear. “He makes it feel so good. He knows how to make you mad for it, until you think you’ll die if he doesn’t put his cock in you.”
Barnabas slid a finger inside her and she gasped at how good it felt. She shuddered in Ambrose’s arms, her back bowed as she pushed against Barnabas’s invasion.
“I’m halfway there,” she said with a shaky laugh. “My God, it does feel good. I thought it would just be the thrill of having you both, but…” She gasped as Barnabas began to fuck her with his slick finger. “So good,” she moaned, writhing on top of Ambrose.
“Hurry, hurry,” Ambrose said breathlessly. “I’m sorry, Mel,” he immediately apologized. “I don’t mean to rush you. Take your time.” He groaned as she rubbed against his erection. “I just need to fuck you.”
“Now,” Mel said. “I’m going to come again. I want you both inside me.”
“Amazing,” Barnabas said with obvious carnal appreciation. “Not many women can come just from this.”
“Barnabas,” she pleaded, thrusting on his finger. He pulled it out and she whimpered.
“Stay still until I’m inside,” he ordered. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I know,” she said. “You never would. That’s why it feels so good.” She wasn’t sure she was making any sense, but she knew Barnabas would understand.
She hadn’t understood the power of this act, the dark, sensual give and take. But with Barnabas that’s what it was, a sharing of intimacy and desire, a mutual surrender to pleasure at it’s most decadent and indecent. The glide of his cock into her entrance was erotic, and she was suddenly desperate for more.
“I want it all,” she gasped, and he gave it to her in a final, steady push that had her crying out in ecstasy.
She came in rolling waves of sensual delight as Barnabas stayed buried inside her. She was still dizzy with pleasure when Barnabas pulled her upright on his cock as she still straddled Ambrose, and Ambrose pushed inside her cunny. She shouted at the sharp wave of erotic pain that accompanied his entrance to her tight passage.
“Barnabas,” Ambrose moaned. “I can feel you inside her. She’s pulsing around me, and I can feel you.”
“She’s still coming,” Barnabas said tightly. “And I’m not far behind. Hurry so we can share it.”
Ambrose thrust into her and Mel cried out at the pleasure of being so full, of having them both inside her, at doing something so forbidden and erotic. She was at the center of a maelstrom, giving herself freely to both men and taking pleasure in return.
“Mel,” Ambrose said in a hoarse voice. “My God, Mel.” He buried his face in her neck and held on to her as she kept coming apart, letting him and Barnabas hold the pieces of her together.
“I can’t,” Barnabas gasped, and then she felt it, felt the sensuous heat of him coming inside her.
“Barnabas,” she sobbed. She clung to Ambrose. “Barnabas.”
In response to her cry Barnabas moved closer, wrapping her arms around her and Ambrose so she could feel his pounding heart and his gasping breath. She thrust against them, between them, wanting to take more and to give them as much pleasure as possible.
“Mel,” Ambrose warned. His hands tightened on her hips. Then he thrust up into her and she felt him coming, too, both men filling her with their passion, and she shuddered through another wave of pleasure before blackness overtook her.
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