by Lilly Hale
Rad paused to allow Elise to stand while Trey sat on the edge of the bed, then he smacked her bottom and gently nudged her to bend forward again. “Suck his cock, Elise, and spread your legs wider. That’s it. Mmm…” Rad resumed his wicked tongue lashing, spreading her open with his fingers, nipping her gently with his lips and teeth.
“Oh, God, Rad…” she whimpered, fighting hard to concentrate on Trey’s cock and not Rad’s face pressed into her behind, his tongue thrusting into her pussy. Locking her knees to keep from melting into a shivering mass at their feet, Elise took Trey’s length slowly, deeply into her mouth.
Elise could feel Trey’s thigh tremble beneath her hand as the head of his cock bumped her throat, then she slowly retreated and swirled her tongue around the engorged tip. Glancing up, she saw his lips part as a harsh breath passed between them, his eyes were dark with arousal. “Do you like that, baby?” she teased, blowing gently against his wet flesh, then flicking it with light licks that matched what Rad was doing to her pussy. Trey’s answer was to fist his hand in her hair and bring her head back down as he lifted his hips, pushing his cock back between her willing lips. She smiled around his hard shaft then sucked him in earnest, knowing he was in no mood for the teasing.
The room was silent but for their gasps and moans, and the crude, wet sounds of their loving. Elise was soon well on her way to another peak, glorying in the incredible joy of being pleasured by Rad while she gave pleasure to Trey. It was amazing, and she couldn’t imagine it getting any better until Rad finally stood, grasped her hips and plunged into her from behind. The motion pushed her forward, forcing Trey’s cock deep into her throat. She gave a muffled cry and had to lift her head to take a gasping breath.
“Yes! Fuck me, Rad,” she panted as his shaft pistoned in and out of her, hard and steady. Rad’s lovemaking was always like this, commanding, never tentative, and Elise loved it. She loved that feeling of being taken so boldly, loved the dirty words he growled in her ear. He had the face of an angel, but he fucked like a devil. She could feel the burning ache taking hold again, winding tight in her belly and she closed her eyes, giving herself over to the fire sizzling through every nerve ending in her body. Trey’s hand clenched in her hair and she took his cock back into her mouth, letting him fill her there, fuck her mouth as Rad thoroughly fucked her eager sex.
Within moments, the orgasm overtook her, her body stiffening with the shuddering tremors that rumbled through her like an earthquake. She must have pulled back and cried out, loudly, because in an instant, Trey’s hand was over her mouth, muffling her keening wail as she jerked and trembled in ecstasy.
Rad plowed into her deeply then pulled out with a hoarse groan, spilling his seed on her bottom and back. Elise slumped forward into Trey’s arms and he leaned back on the bed, holding her while Rad grabbed a handkerchief and wiped her clean. She felt boneless as Trey lifted her up higher along his body, then positioned her over his still straining cock, spread her swollen nether lips and sank into her.
“Oh…Oh, God…” She moaned at the sudden penetration so soon after her climax, but Trey pushed in until he was balls deep, stretching and stimulating her sensitive inner muscles once again.
“It’s all right, sweetheart. I’ll be gentle. We’ll take our time, ease into it.” He kissed her, holding still with his cock seated so far inside her, she could feel him gently bump against the very deepest point possible. His mouth was gentle as well, comforting her, coaxing her to relax once again and let him love her. Finally, he began to rock and rotate his hips, just slightly, making his cock nudge that sweet spot so deep inside.
She was drained, but Elise couldn’t keep her body from responding to his inner massage of that most sensitive nerve-filled spot. Her hips started to move with his, gradually at first, then faster and harder until he was sliding in and out of her with long, firm strokes. Elise braced herself on her elbows above him, savoring the satin twine of his tongue with hers as their mouths mated hungrily.
“I want you to come again,” Trey rasped. “Come with me.”
“I…I don’t know if I can,” Elise panted. She could perhaps, but Trey looked as if his peak was rapidly approaching, and her already sated body was going to need more time to work up into another.
Then she felt Rad’s hand on her lower back, his other delving between her legs to where she and Trey were joined, gathering her juices and spreading them upward between her bottom cheeks. “Hold still for a moment, Elise.” She felt his finger circle her opening there, then the tip dipped just inside and stilled.
Elise yipped and looked back at Rad, shaken by his apparent intention. “Oh, Rad, I don’t think I’m ready for that yet. You’re too big.”
“Shh. It’s all right. Just my finger tonight, sweetness.”
“Relax,” Trey murmured against her mouth, catching her little gasp as Rad worked his slippery finger deeper inside her. “Let us make you come again.” Trey grasped her bottom cheeks, spreading her for Rad’s hand while he pumped his cock into her pussy.
Her face buried against Trey’s neck, Elise willed herself to relax, let her muscles open to Rad’s touch. Rad worked his finger gently in and out of her, going a bit deeper each time until at last he was buried to his knuckle inside her.
“That’s it,” Rad praised as he bent down and pressed kisses between her shoulders. “Now stay relaxed while I fuck you like this. When you loosen a bit more, I’ll add another finger.”
Oh, God, it felt so good. Trey’s cock tunneling into her while Rad’s fingers, first one, then finally two, penetrated her ass. It pinched a bit at first, burned a little, as her untried muscles stretched to accommodate the intruding fingers. There were so many nerves ringing that small circle of muscles that the sensations Elise felt were beyond intense. She gripped Trey’s shoulders and whimpered against his neck, holding on for dear life as the peak began to build.
“That’s right, darlin’.” Trey’s breath was choppy with his own rapidly approaching climax. “Let it come.”
She did, and it swept her away. Sparks flashed behind her closed eyes as she rode out the convulsive shudders that rocked her in great throbbing waves. She could barely hear Trey’s ragged groan, Rad’s murmured endearments, her own sobbing cry, was only partially aware of Trey lifting her off of his cock as he pulled out and spilled between them. She collapsed heavily against Trey’s damp, heaving chest, limp and completely spent.
****
The dawn came all too soon.
Elise felt Trey stir behind her as he squinted at the clock on the bedside table. Making a sound of disappointment, he pulled her close so her bottom nestled intimately against him, then nuzzled her neck.
"Elise... sweetheart..."
"Is it time for breakfast already?" Elise murmured, sleepy but content. "We just finished last night's dessert." She stroked her hand across Rad’s chest, the crisp golden hair tickled between her fingers. Rad purred drowsily and turned on his side to face her. Elise basked in the heat between their two bodies, feeling so comfortable and safe, so right.
Trey's teeth grazed her earlobe. "You know I'd love nothing better than to oblige you, but the rest of the household will be up soon. You wouldn't want Oliver to interrupt while we're breakfasting would you? He usually wakes Rad and me by six-thirty."
“The door’s locked, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but once Oliver is up and about his duties, the rest of the staff will be as well and it’s more likely we could be seen sneaking out of here.”
Brushing her tangled hair from her eyes, Elise checked the time then snuggled back down in Trey's embrace. "It's only five-thirty." She wiggled her rear provocatively against Trey’s rapidly growing erection then reached between Rad’s legs to stroke him and fondle his balls. "We have a little time."
With a grunt, Rad came fully awake, a slow smile spreading across his face as he realized what was going on. “Mmm… Good morning to you, too, sugar.” He lifted his head to peer over Elise’s shoulder. “And
Trey. Waking up to your ugly mug will definitely take some getting used to.”
“Speak for yourself. Just stay on your own side and we’ll get along just fine.”
“Now, boys,” Elise chided softly. “I guess I’ll have to act as a barrier between you whenever we share a bed. Which is a deliciously naughty job, but I think I’m up to it.”
Rad chuckled as she stroked his hardening length. “Damn, you are a horny little wench.” Elise leaned over and bit lightly on his nipple. “Ouch! Trey, I think we’ve created a monster.”
Trey swatted Elise’s hip playfully. “Darlin’, we really don’t have time for this. Come on now, we need to go back to our rooms.”
“We have time for a quickie,” Elise argued.
“A quickie?” Trey laughed. “You always have such a unique way of putting things.”
Elise rocked her hips back, nudging him again. "Trey, the clock is ticking, and every second you spend talking is one less second we'll get to spend making love. Now, what will it..."
Her words trailed off into a wispy gasp of pleasure as Trey responded to her verbal prodding by lifting her leg and gliding into her wet passage.
"Is that better?"
"Mmm, much."
Reaching around her, he played the tiny instrument of her passion with expert fingers while he stroked steadily in and out, each slow thrust seemingly deeper and more intense than the one before. His breath was hot against her neck as he asked, "And how's that?"
Elise sighed. "Oh... it's heaven."
Rad cleared his throat and Elise realized she was ignoring him even as she still held his now hard cock in her hand. He looked so forlorn, she pulled his head to her and kissed him tenderly. “Poor baby, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, too.”
She rolled to her hands and knees, temporarily dislodging Trey, and took Rad’s shaft into her mouth with a satisfied moan. Trey repositioned himself behind her, swearing softly as he forced his stiff knee to bend then slid back inside her. It didn’t take long before they all came to a quick, frenzied peak.
Afterward, as they lay in a tangle of arms and legs, Elise lazily leaned over and pressed a kiss to Rad’s lips, murmuring, “Rad, you’re the best.”
Then she rolled to face Trey and curled her arm around his neck. He lifted her face and kissed her tenderly. “I love you, you horny little wench.”
Elise giggled then sighed. “I love you too, Trey. So much.”
Neither Elise nor Trey noticed that behind them, Rad had grown uncharacteristically quiet before he slipped out of bed and went to the lavatory.
Chapter Sixteen
The following Saturday, Elise groaned as she rolled over in her bed, covering her eyes against the sun that peeped through the opening in her draperies. Checking the clock, she was surprised to find she'd slept past noon. She rang for Jemma, who had arrived by steamship that week and reclaimed her position as Elise’s maid, this time for a wage instead of as a slave. Ned, Lolly, and some others had also come north. Ned would be working for the Kingstons, like Jemma, while Trey had helped the others secure jobs elsewhere.
When Jemma came into the room, she brought a pot of strong coffee and a disapproving scowl in anticipation of Elise's condition. “Mm, Mm, Mm. What a sight you are this morning, lookin’ like somethin’ the cat done dragged in. I told you not to go out prowlin’ round with that Mistah Radcliffe. He’s a rascal, I can tell by lookin’ at him. And you goin’ off with him without so much as a proper chaperone. I ain’t never-”
“Good grief, Jemma. Please, stop and take a breath for Pete’s sake,” Elise interrupted grumpily. Having Jemma back was taking some getting used to. She liked the woman and her plain-spoken ways, but she wasn’t crazy about how it curtailed her freedom to do as she pleased. She was a grown woman, a modern woman, and chafed at the restrictions the nineteenth century put on her. “And you know very well we took Rachael with us to the party.”
Jemma did take a breath then launched into her tirade once again. “Well, Miss Rachael was snug in her bed before midnight, and I knows for a fact you weren’t in yours ‘cause I done checked. I ‘spect Mistah Trey would have somethin’ to say about you galavantin’ ‘round town at all hours. I can see he’s turnin’ sweet on you, and I don’t think he’d take too kindly to you out cattin’ ‘round with his brother. Not after what happened the last time ‘tween y’all.”
Damn. Jemma had checked her room. It was on the tip of her tongue to argue that in fact she and Rad did not go anywhere after the party, but then she’d have to explain where she was until four in the morning, and she couldn’t tell Jemma that she and Rad had secured some Tequila, lemons and salt and spent the wee hours of the morning doing shots and having sex in his room. Rad had seemed a bit subdued for the past week, and Elise thought perhaps a few drinks and some strip poker would rev his engines. She’d even let him win. Which was fine with her, since her prize for losing was a near-screaming orgasm beneath her golden uber-stud. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right with Rad. She’d caught him gazing pensively at her afterward and she’d pressed him about it, but he assured her nothing was wrong, then fucked her again, just to ease her mind.
“Jemma, life is different here in New York, not as restrictive as back home. Rad and I went out dancing with a group of friends from the Anderson’s party,” Elise lied, feeling guilty about being deceitful, but praying Jemma bought it. “And Trey knows I was with Rad. He asked him to escort me since Trey had to be out of town.” Trey had left two days ago for Albany on a business trip and would be gone for over a week. Elise missed him terribly, but Rad could work magic on her mood with just a wink and a grin. He made Trey’s absence bearable. She winced and rubbed her eyes, then got out of bed. “I do appreciate your concern, Jemma, really, I do. But please don’t worry. I’m not causing trouble between Trey and his brother. I wouldn’t do that. Believe me, I’m fine. Trey and Radcliffe are fine. Now could we please drop this? My head’s a little tender this morning.”
Jemma’s scowl didn’t ease, but her tone softened a bit. "You drank a mite too much last night at that party, did you?" She poured Elise a generous cup and dosed it with cream and sugar while Elise washed up in the lavatory. Raising her voice so that Elise could hear her, she went on. "Your mama never could abide spirits. Claimed even a tiny sip o’ wine would give her a headache like to split her head clean open."
Drying herself off with a towel, Elise came back into the room and went behind the dressing screen to slip into a chemise. Feeling she should say something at the mention of Elizabeth's mother, and eager to change the subject, Elise commented, "I wish I could remember my mother. What was she like, Jemma?"
"Well, she looked a lot like you," the older woman began, making herself comfortable on the couch next to the fireplace. "With dark hair and eyes the color o' the evenin' sky. Set many a man's heart to racin' when she was a young thing, she did. But Miss Hannah only had eyes for your pa."
"You knew her when she was still a girl?" Elise asked, sitting beside Jemma and sipping her coffee.
"`Course I did. I belonged to your mama's family back then, the Richardsons."
"The Richardsons?” Jemma’s mention of the name made her think of her friends, Dale and Rosemary, who’d so kindly lent her their home for her ill-fated wedding. “Were they from around Savannah?"
Jemma nodded. "The ol' home place is just a couple miles upriver from Cottonwood. Your mama's cousin Dale bought the place when the ol' folks passed on."
Elise's eyes widened. Dale. The man must be an ancestor of the Dale Richardson she knew in the twenty-first century. Rosemary had mentioned once that their beautiful old house had been passed down through generations of Dale's family. She wished she'd gotten to meet the nineteenth century Richardsons before she'd left Savannah, and said so aloud.
Jemma's eyes shifted uncomfortably before she answered, "I don't ‘spect they'd been glad to see you, Miss Lizzie. They haven't had a thing to do with your family s
ince they caught you stealin' Missus Richardson's jewels that time."
"What!" Elise was flabbergasted. "Good Lord, she- I mean, I was a thief, too?" At Jemma's look of affirmation, Elise shook her head in dismay. "I stole from my own family. My mother must have been mortified that her daughter could do such a thing."
"Your mama wasn't alive to see it, thank the Lord. She passed on the same year you took ill with the fever that near killed you." Elise’s eyes widened at the news of Elizabeth's earlier brush with death. Jemma's dark eyes were misty with sorrow as she went on. "My poor Hannah died ‘bout three months after you took sick. Couldn't stand the shock o' losin' the lil' child she'd loved so much."
"But she didn't lose me. I didn't die," Elise remarked, confused by the old woman's comment.
"No, but when you came outta the fever you wasn't the same child you was before. Claimed the missus wasn't your real mama then ranted and raved like a devil child. Broke your mama's heart, it did. She took to weepin' after that, mournin' just like you'd died. I tried to comfort her, cause I knowed she was gettin' weaker and weaker, but it didn't do no good. Shore `nough, she took sick a few months after, and there wasn't nothin' we could do to save her." Jemma reached into the pocket of her apron and pulled out a hanky to dry the tears in her eyes. "Your dear mama was a fine lady."
Jemma's last words were lost on Elise, her mind still focused on what she had said earlier. "You-you mean this isn't the first time I have changed?"
"You was a sweet child when you was lil'," Jemma affirmed sadly. "Your folks' pride and joy. But after the fever, well, I think the sickness done made you mean. You took to throwin' tantrums and lyin', stealin’ and connivin’, and you done stayed that way...till now."
A wistful smile tipped the corners of the old woman's lips. "You's changed for the better since you got hurt in that buggy accident, Miss Lizzie. Aside from not rememberin' who you are and such, it seems like the bump on the head done knocked the meanness outta you again. And I like to think that your mama’s lookin' down from heaven and smilin' that her lil' girl done turned out alright after all."