She swiveled her head, lured by a man’s long groan near them. He leaned against a long ladder like the ones found only in ancient libraries when shelves ran from floor to cathedral ceiling. He was blindfolded and his hands curled around rungs above his head. He hadn’t been cuffed to them, rather appeared to be holding himself there willingly. A woman half his size ran her long red nails over his bare chest. “There, there,” she cooed. His mouth dropped to an “O” when her fingers reached his sizable erection. She cupped his balls and twisted a little. A moan escaped his full lips.
Rebecca’s neck prickled with heat. She pulled at her t-shirt to get a little air between her skin and clothes. Her skirt, her bra, her t-shirt, were suddenly too tight. She wanted them off.
“Would you like to leave?” Alexander breathed in her ear.
Leave? Not on your life. She swallowed and shook her head slowly, but before she walked further, Alexander grasped her arm and spun her to face him.
“Go ahead,” he said. “Look around, but not too close, mo rúnsearc.” He took her hand.
She smiled at him and squeezed his large palm. He didn’t allow her to let go of him.
She walked slowly, Alexander on one side, Eric on the other. Together they kept a respectable distance from the scenes. A nude man leaned against a second tall library ladder as a woman, in a long red chiffon gown, sucked him off with abandon. He hissed between his teeth as her head bobbed, short blond curls waving with the motion. One hand curled into a rung high above his head, the other on the back of her head as if feeding himself to her mouth. “Open that throat, Lina.”
Her own scalp instantly tingled as the man’s fingers grasped a handful of Lina’s hair and he began bucking against her face. “More,” he growled.
The woman’s kneeling stance fell further open, and her whole body lowered, her neck stretching to take him deeper. As the woman served her Master, for that was certainly the roles at play, Rebecca’s own throat longed to stretch, her mouth watering.
Her breath grew faster, her gut tingling with something … want, need, longing, yearning … all of it. An arm went around her waist to her hands to still them. She’d been rubbing her fingers over Alexander’s knuckles. She leaned against his chest, and his nose nuzzled her hair. His subtle spicy cologne mixed with the scent of musk, sweat and an unidentified perfume.
They stood like that for long minutes, in the center of the room, as if they also were on display.
Alexander’s erection pressed against her belly, and his hand fell to her hip. She’d been shamelessly grinding herself back into him. She was a little dizzy from panting so hard.
“Do you like to watch?” he growled in her ear.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to do more than watch?”
God, yes. She swallowed and nodded.
“Tony?”
A huge man stepped forward. “Yes, sir.”
Where the hell had he come from? Her body pressed further against Alexander.
“This is Rebecca. And, you know Eric. We’re about to engage in some play.”
“Oh. Why does he—” she started.
“No one engages in any sexual activity or a BDSM scene here without a witness to your consent.”
“I consent.” She answered quickly. She batted away the thought they hadn’t had a witness in Connecticut.
Eric nodded once toward Tony. “As do I.”
“Safeword?” Tony’s face must be made of steel. No smile, no hint of amusement played in those dark, unreadable eyes.
“Red is fine,” Rebecca said.
“Red. And you, Mr. Morrison?”
Eric’s lips lifted into a sly smile. “Ladies choice. Red.”
“Master Rockingham, consent witnessed.” He gave a single nod and stepped backward.
No sooner had he done so than Rebecca was off her feet and tumbling backward into Alexander’s lap. He’d sat in a chair and taken her with him. With no hesitation he grasped her knees, yanked her legs open, her skirt bunching at the waist. Oh. She’d been forced to straddle him, backward. The fact she could watch the scenes, and they could watch her, was not lost on her. Her soaked panties, for they were drenched, were on display for anyone who chose to see. No one was looking. No one in this entire room noticed anyone other than who they were with.
Eric’s thigh pressed against her. He’d sat on the arm of the chair. She looked around to find Alexander had hooked his arm around the man’s waist. She hadn’t noticed how much larger Alexander was than Eric until she saw Alexander could reach around the man to the front of Eric’s pants. His hand cupped Eric’s crotch, stroked him.
“Keep your eyes on that woman,” Alexander growled. “Her name is Lina. See how she takes what he offers.” Was Alexander’s command for her or Eric? She couldn’t tell. She didn’t care because his other hand circled around her, and his finger had no trouble breaching her elastic so his middle finger could thrust inside her. A long, loud breath flew up and out of her throat at the invasion, how easily and decisively he drove forward.
She grasped Eric’s thigh with one hand, her other hand finding the chair’s armrest. She could so easily pitch forward and ride his finger like a cock. If she could move forward a fraction of an inch that long digit would mash against her clit. Every time she tried, his arm tightened and held her in place.
“Just take it.” His voice rumbled through her back and down her limbs.
Lina widened her knees even more, almost in a full split. She groaned as the man mashed his pelvis against her face. He pulled back and an audible breath in floated to her ears. Was that her own breath or Lina’s?
Eric moaned next to her. She didn’t dare rip her eyes from the scene in front of her, but Eric’s thigh quivered next to her, and in her periphery, she could tell his cock was getting a workout from Alexander’s hands.
Alexander’s erection was a steel beam that ran up her ass crack. Alexander moved his hips ever so slightly against her. She ground herself backward as his finger finally, thank the goddess, began to fuck her. She swallowed rapidly as her orgasm built. Alexander’s finger, the man viciously throat fucking Lina’s mouth, Eric openly groaning next to her, all added to the carnal environment she sank into as if entering a parallel universe.
“Take her hand.” Alexander’s voice broke through her pants.
Eric grasped Rebecca’s fingers and raised them to his lips, soft lips she now wanted to kiss. He sucked a finger into the heat of his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip. She gulped air as Alexander’s thumb flicked her clit, almost in perfect rhythm with Eric’s tongue.
“When you come, mo rúnsearc, let me hear it.”
“I can … ”
“Yes.”
His permission would have been enough for her to let go, but it was the completed circle — her finger in Eric’s mouth, Alexander’s finger inside — that launched her into a new territory of pleasure. Her vision blurred until all the scenes in the Library morphed into writhing masses of color and sound. Only Alexander’s arm banded around her thigh kept her on his lap. She released, the wet sounds of Alexander’s working hand joining her small moans.
Eric’s body leaned against her in a slump. His pants had become unbuttoned at some point, and his cock thrust from the placket, glistening and spent while his breaths labored hot and quick. They glanced at each other and simultaneously let out a relieved chortle.
“Welcome to the Accendos Library,” Eric panted.
The rumble of Alexander’s return laughter cleared her head. She twisted to look at him. “What can I do for you?”
He flicked his gaze to the floor and back up to settle on her.
“Eric, kneel on the floor next to me,” Alexander said.
He obeyed.
“Now, you. Kneel in front of me,” he said to her.
She sank to her knees and twisted to face him. Alexander’s large hands curled around the ends of the chair’s arms and his steely blue eyes twinkled down at her. “I always did
like this look on you. Pure expectation, wanting to see what I might like, what I might not. And, yes, you have permission to touch me."
Her belly danced as she unbuttoned his pants and drew him out. She could be decisive, too. She didn't wait for his permission to wet her lips and take his broad head into her mouth. He didn't stop her, letting out a long hiss at the same time as a long, male groan behind her signaled that Lina’s Master had climaxed. Rebecca nearly came again at the sound coupled with the feeling of so much flesh filling her mouth. She clung to her senses, however, and kept her own cresting pleasure at bay, because from this moment forward she’d not come again until he was involved. The final piece of independence she’d clung to vanished. In her heart, on her knees in this strange and beautiful place, she’d handed herself over completely to a man she hoped never again to part from, despite the past clinging in the back of her mind like a parasite.
Eric was right. Alexander's life was large, and she wanted in.
28
Insomnia wasn’t Eric’s thing, except for tonight. He knew why. He was by himself in a bed while Alexander and Rebecca lay down the hallway, together, without him. Fuck. So close and yet so far? He thought they were home free when they’d had dinner together in a private room. Then, there were the after-dinner drinks and a slow rise by Alexander signaling it was time to end the evening. Then Tony, who he was growing to dislike openly, magically appeared and said, “this way.” Eric was led to this bedroom and left alone. A-fucking-lone. He was spending the fucking night, down the hall from a man who—could he even think it—might have used him to get closer to Rebecca, despite his earlier invitation.
Had she used him to get to Alexander?
Why was it so bloody hot in here? Because you’re thinking of Alexander, idiot. And, maybe a little bit about Rebecca. Every fantasy he’d ever had was unleashed this past week. That’s what Alexander did. Eric could drown in the amount of porn filling his head, this time with a woman included. For him, it wasn’t unheard of, but it’d been years since he’d done so. Their little Library encounter only solidified that deal. Did Rebecca have to be so kind, sweet, sultry—and so adventurous? No wonder Alexander loved her, and damn, the man did love her. That was so obvious.
He threw off the covers.
Alexander didn’t use people, he reasoned. Rebecca had been open and honest with him. He hadn’t been used. Then why the fuck did it feel like it? He was too hot … that’s all. It should not have bothered him. He was often uncomfortable, sleeping wherever, whenever he could between jobs, on floors, in tents.
A sharp crack made him sit up. A slice of light cut across the floor, and a woman’s silhouette filled the door.
“Are you asleep?” Rebecca had come to his room. She probably needed to chat. Well, he was in no mood to help her navigate.
“No,” he growled.
“Good.” The thick oriental carpet muffled her footsteps. Her hand felt down his arm to his hand. “Come on.”
“To?”
“To bed.”
“But—”
“He told me to come get you.” She dropped her hold on his hand. “Unless you don’t want to.”
His legs hit the ground, and he stood. All his mental garbage for the last thirty minutes was for nothing, perhaps? Good. “No, no, of course … ”
Her delicate hand recaptured his. Out in the hallway, torchiere lamps at the baseboards lit up as they passed. God forbid people had trouble finding their bedrooms. He was only in his boxers, and the cooler air of the hallway felt fantastic against his overheated skin.
They stopped at the end of the hall before a door that looked like any other. Well, what had he expected? Carved lions in the wood? A soldier with a spear standing guard outside? Actually, yes. Ever since Rebecca brought up South Africa, that’s all he could think about now. Going on safari with them, seeing the last known wild areas where elephants, giraffes, and lions fucked with abandon, and people stopped their vehicles and didn’t dare disturb them if they lay across the road. His imagination really needed a vacation.
She opened the door and pulled him inside. Alexander stood at a bay window in an enormous room. He turned, one hand in the pocket of his loose trousers and the other holding a tumbler of dark liquid. His shirt sleeves were rolled up. The entire row of buttons up the front of his shirt were undone revealing considerable abs for a man who’d just turned sixty. He wanted to drop to his knees at the sight, as he had every night this past week.
“There you are,” Alexander said in that smooth deep voice.
Drop? How about dive for the floor? “Here I am.”
“Good. Nightcap?”
Eric shook his head.
Rebecca crawled up onto the bed and settled herself against the headboard. She dipped her feet under the covers. “I call the middle.”
She was such a girl. At least until she wasn’t, like in the throes of abandon.
Alexander swallowed the last of his drink and then strode to the side of the bed. He eased off his watch and placed it in a tray. He tugged off his shirt, then his trousers, both of which he draped over an old fashioned valet stand. He stood there as if waiting for Eric.
Eric shook himself. He’d been standing there—staring. “You have a painting aging in a closet somewhere, don’t you?”
Alexander chuckled at his Dorian Grey reference. “If I do, I’ll let you auction it off.”
Eric smirked. “I’d keep it.” He forced his body to move to the bed. They‘d slept together in Connecticut. Why was this different? How about because they were at Accendos, the home Alexander had made for himself. It all felt so intimate, personal, rather than the last few days where they’d had a fall-asleep-together-after-sex arrangement rather than something planned.
Alexander eased into the bed behind Rebecca, the two of them instantly cradling one another as if they did this every night.
This was his moment to lay claim to his place versus merely fitting in wherever they landed after sex. He’d been too slow before, like at that art auction the first time he’d met Alexander and let the man walk away. Not this time. Jesus, he might earn a lashing for this, but he was taking his shot. He eased down alongside Alexander’s back. He needed to feel all that strength and power, skin to skin.
Alexander lifted his head.
“Permission?” Eric asked too late. Alexander’s low chuckle in response warmed him to the core.
“Granted.” The man settled his head back onto the pillow.
Eric circled his arm around the man’s chest, and his heart nearly punched out of his ribcage when Alexander laid his hand over his and then moved their stacked arms to hug Rebecca.
She moaned a little and his cock nearly punched a hole in Alexander’s back. Alexander adjusted and captured his hardness between his legs. Holy Christ. He hadn’t been allowed to be inside the man—and somehow, he knew he wouldn’t. As for him? Alexander could take him body and soul, ram that cock deep inside his ass for hours if he desired. For now, he’d take this vanilla, lovey-dovey contact, something he’d never been good at.
“It didn’t feel right, did it?” Rebecca asked. “To not be together?”
Okay, definitely not used. He wasn’t sure how any of this was going to work, but those thoughts weren’t anywhere near his brain. Actually, nothing was happening in his brain.
“Tomorrow, we’ll see the rest of Accendos,” Alexander said.
The rest? His cock thickened more because more was Alexander’s specialty.
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Alexander stretched his legs under the sheet and met cool air, a sharp contrast to the heat blazing on the other side of him. Eric. Of the three of them, who knew he’d be the one who liked to snuggle up like a rabbit in winter. By the size of the guy’s erection pressed into his back, he also was a morning person—at least in one arena.
He pushed backward and Eric shifted so he could roll to his back. “Where’s Rebecca?
“Taking a shower.”
Alexander eased up
to rest his back against the headboard. “She been in there long?”
Eric rose up on elbows, his back arching and the globes of his ass—also quite the package—rose under the sheet. “You know women. How they can spend thirty minutes under scalding hot water, I’ll never know.”
He chuckled. “Surprised you’re not in there with her.” He wasn’t really, but he’d seen the way Eric eyed her.
Eric ran his eyes down the length of Alexander. “I’d rather be out here.”
He looked the guy over, all tousled hair and sleepy eyes. No wonder women fell at their feet for him. Men, too, from what he’d witnessed. His own cock woke up with a start at thinking how he’d denied the guy even a fraction of himself. He enjoyed denial. He wouldn’t mind something else, either.
Alexander snapped the sheet down and resettled his hips. He sent one arm behind his head, the other reached for his cock. “Any reason why?”
Eric eyed Alexander’s hand running up and down his length and swallowed. “You.”
Starting the day with a strong release? Have at it. He let his hand drop to his side. “All yours.”
Wasting no time, Eric kicked off the sheet fully and scooted closer. He gripped Alexander’s cock with enough strength to earn a hiss from between his teeth. He did love a confident handling. Eric ran his thumb over his broad head and wet his lips. When he sucked Alexander’s cock into the back of his throat, no hesitation or resistance, he fought a moan. As Eric drew him out, he proved he had a wicked tongue by flicking up the length of his underside. He swallowed him whole again.
“Good mouth,” he growled.
Eric rumbled an appreciation and the vibration ran through his cock into his balls and down his legs. Alexander widened his legs, and Eric settled himself between them. The man picked up signals well, another thing he’d made a mental note of. When Eric’s hand drifted to his own cock, Alexander grasped handfuls of the guy’s hair.
“Hands,” Alexander barked, and Eric placed his wayward hand on Alexander’s thigh. That was better. Later, he’d decide what to do with the guy’s cock.
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