“So good,” Jeremy said after he broke the kiss. “I dreamed of it. Dreamed of watching you suck him. Dreamed of tasting him on your lips.” He licked his lips as if savoring the flavor. “Next I want to eat him from your cunt. After you fuck him.”
“God, yes,” Cordelia moaned. Her head fell back and her eyes closed as she shuddered.
“Yes,” Rhys gasped, pulled back into the moment by the erotic images Jeremy had called forth. “Now. That’s what I want to do now. Taste Jeremy in you.” He froze for a second, startled by his own desires, until he saw the answering heat in Jeremy and Cordelia’s eyes. He impatiently pushed her back and she hurried to comply.
“Yes,” she said. “I want your mouth on me. I’ve always wanted your mouth on me. Both of you. Together.”
Rhys was pulling off his pants and he threw them down on the floor and turned back. “Yes, that’s right. Together,” he agreed, pulling on Jeremy’s arm.
Jeremy laughed. “All right, yes. Right now.”
Rhys needed to make Cordelia the focus here. Not him, and definitely not him and Jeremy together. That image flashed through his mind and he groaned and threw himself down between Cordelia’s legs, his mouth seeking the lips of her quim. He kissed her there as thoroughly as he’d kissed her mouth. She tasted divine, sweet and alluring and aroused and all the things Jeremy had described late at night as Rhys had fisted his cock. She smelled just as divine, spicy and real.
Suddenly Jeremy was there, shouldering in next to him, and he scooted over to make room. Cordelia’s legs were splayed wide and Rhys loved it, loved how abandoned she was to their sensual pleasures. So ladylike and delicate in the drawing room, so lusty in the bedroom, just as Jeremy had said. And she was his now, too, all this, his…and Jeremy’s. Just then Jeremy’s mouth joined his on her sex, his mouth so close to Rhys’, his hot breath washing over Rhys’ lips, and Rhys groaned and shivered at the eroticism of it. And, God, part of the taste of her was Jeremy’s release still there, flavoring her cream, and Rhys was eating them both, as was Jeremy, and Rhys grew hard again at the realization.
Jeremy reached over and took Rhys’ hand off Cordelia’s thigh and guided it to her entrance. He delicately rimmed her with their fingertips and she bucked beneath them, reaching down and fisting his hair, pressing his mouth to her. Jeremy laughed quietly beside him, and his breath blew against Rhys’ cheek. Rhys jerked his hips, driving his cock into the bed at the pleasure it gave him. Damn Jeremy. Damn him for making Rhys want even more forbidden pleasures.
He pulled his finger from her and started to lick into Cordelia’s entrance at the same moment that Jeremy did the same, and their tongues tangled inside her. She moaned and Rhys started to jerk back, but Jeremy’s hand on the back of his head stopped him. Jeremy continued to lick Cordelia and after a long hesitation, so did Rhys. His tongue kept passing over Jeremy’s until he realized Jeremy was seeking him out. He was breathing heavily, his mind awhirl, his cock so damn hard it hurt. It felt as if he’d never come in sweet Cordelia’s mouth. He gave in to the abandon of the moment, tasted Cordelia and Jeremy together, the essence of them and the silky smoothness of her cunt and his tongue. It was mesmerizing, the desire coursing through him, stealing his breath, his control, his reservations. There was only the three of them, the heat and lust they generated together.
Cordelia cried out as her back arched and she stiffened beneath them. In one synchronized movement, Rhys and Jeremy each pushed a finger inside her and she gave a little scream as her walls contracted tightly around them. She sobbed wordlessly, and Rhys lightly bit the tiny nub of pleasure at her apex. She cried out again, and he felt such enormous pride in making her climax, such gratitude that he’d been given this.
Jeremy jerked back with a curse. “Dammit, now. Fuck her now. I can’t stand it.”
“Yes,” she sobbed. “Now.” She could barely speak, still in the throes of her climax.
Rhys came to his knees and Jeremy rolled off to the side, ready to be an observer rather than a participant, and Rhys felt his absence sharply. He wanted Jeremy behind him, holding him, pressing his warm, hard cock against his backside as he’d done earlier. He shook his head to dispel the image. He grabbed Cordelia’s bottom and lifted it slightly, ready to press inside her. His back pulled tightly and he winced. He tried to ignore it and keep going, but Cordelia saw his pain.
“Stop,” she said breathlessly. “Let me get on top.”
Rhys could hardly fathom what she meant. Her sensuality was a shock to him, though Jeremy had told him. But he’d thought the stories exaggerated for his benefit. They were not. She was lusty and all that a man could desire.
“I’m fine,” he said gruffly. He felt that this first time with her he ought to be a man about the whole thing. He should have known she’d have none of that. She pushed him off and came to her knees.
“Don’t be foolish,” she said, though her sensual smile took the sting from her words. “You and I both know it will be just as good this way. I like it this way.” She looked at his cock and the heat in her gaze seared him. “I can take you deeper this way. I want to.” She sounded so desperate for him, so needful. How could he say no? He rolled onto his back and was instantly grateful. The discomfort of his scars became a tolerable nuisance rather than a horrible hindrance. Was it the new position, or was it Cordelia waiting for him, hot and wet and tight and willing, that lessened his pain? He didn’t know and didn’t care. As soon as she straddled him he pulled her down and pushed inside her just a little bit. The intense pleasure of it stole his breath.
“Oh, God, yes,” Cordelia moaned. “You feel so good.” She ground her hips against his hold, trying to force him deeper. “More.”
“Slowly, darling,” Jeremy panted from beside them. He’d lain down right next to Rhys. “He’s too big to rush in there. Larger than I am.”
Rhys glanced at him in alarm. Was he jealous? “She told me how much she loved your cock earlier.”
Jeremy gave him a crooked grin. “I know. Don’t worry; I’m not feeling put out. It’s a simple fact, you’ve got a big cock.”
“Yes,” Cordelia hissed, working her cunt down on him, her back arched and her arms behind her, her hands pressing on the bed for leverage.
Jeremy laughed. “Ah, darling, I knew you’d like that.” He grabbed his hard cock and began to stroke it as he watched Rhys enter his wife. He licked his lips and thrust his cock through his fist and Rhys groaned. Jeremy tore his eyes away from the sight of Rhys possessing his wife and met Rhys’ gaze with a scorching glance. “I know,” he said. “I know.”
Rhys didn’t think he did. He didn’t understand that Rhys’ passion was for the both of them. He bit his lip and gathered his courage. “Do you want this?” he asked in a gruff, hesitant voice.
“You know I do,” Jeremy said. “I told you I wanted to watch. I love it. I love seeing you fuck Cordelia at last.”
Cordelia lifted up until just the head of his cock penetrated her and then she pressed down again. He slid balls-deep inside her and he cried out at the snug fit of her, at the heat of her wrapped around him. He’d never be cold again. He shook his head. “No. Do you want this? My cock?” He’d grown bold at the clasp of her cunt. The proof of Jeremy’s desire was clutched in his fist. He was enjoying this as much as she.
Cordelia moaned at his question and thrust against him, her cunt clutching at him. Jeremy’s eyes narrowed, his cheekbones in sharp relief as his nostrils flared with desire. “Yes,” he whispered. “But I want to fuck you too, Rhys. I want to take you.”
“Ah, God,” Cordelia said low in her throat. She spasmed around him.
“She just came at the thought,” Rhys said, biting his lip to keep from exploding inside her at the exquisite grasp of her climax.
“I almost did,” Jeremy said with amusement. “Although she had the benefit of your cock to help it along. I imagine when I’ve got that inside me I’ll come just as quickly.”
Rhys shook his head and closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind of the things Jeremy was saying, but he couldn’t. “Not yet,” he ground out. “I’m not ready yet.”
“Soon,” Jeremy promised. “Very soon.”
Rhys nodded. It was his only acknowledgement before he began to move inside Cordelia. The feel of her, the knowledge that at long last he was part of the woman he’d loved for so long, was overpowering. All thought fled as every one of his senses focused on the pleasure coursing through him. He was moving within her now at a hard, fast pace and she kept up, riding him just as hard, giving as good as she got. She seemed as lost to pleasure as he was. She was insatiable, the perfect woman for two men.
“She’ll come again and again,” Jeremy whispered right into his ear. Rhys startled in surprise as his eyes flew open. Jeremy was still lying right next to him, still pumping his cock, watching him fuck Cordelia. He’d rolled onto his side to see them better. “Once she gets warmed up she’ll go for hours,” he said, petting her leg resting on the bed by Rhys’ hip. “I don’t know how she does it. I’ve never known another woman like her.” He looked at Rhys’, who hadn’t taken his eyes off Jeremy while he was talking. Very slowly he leaned down and kissed Rhys’ shoulder and then he gently bit it. Rhys shuddered and slammed into Cordelia. Jeremy grinned. “She used to wear me out, sometimes. I’m glad you’re here to help now.”
“So am I,” Cordelia agreed fervently. “I can’t get enough of you both. I’ll never have enough.”
“Greedy,” Rhys said breathlessly. The grin on his face felt…natural. He hadn’t felt this carefree in ages.
“Yes.” Cordelia sounded unrepentant, pulling a laugh out of Rhys.
“Good,” he said, increasing his pace. “I’m going to come. Can I?” His eyes were nearly crossed with the need to fill her.
It took a moment for them to understand what he meant. “Yes,” Jeremy said. “She is as much your wife as mine now. It doesn’t matter who fathers a baby, does it?”
Rhys shook his head, too overcome to speak. He closed his eyes, but he wasn’t fast enough and a tear slipped down his cheek. He felt Jeremy’s mouth there, then his tongue, lapping his tears away. He opened his eyes and gasped, feeling his orgasm coming like a streak of lightning down his spine. Suddenly Jeremy’s mouth was there, swallowing his cry. He came, and Cordelia cried out and came again, just as Jeremy said she would. Jeremy slipped his tongue into Rhys’ mouth, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to kiss him madly while he climaxed inside her.
Jeremy yanked his head back with a moan and Rhys felt the hot wash of his release on his stomach and groin. He looked down to see that Jeremy had come all over both him and Cordelia—right where they were joined. It was as if he’d marked them his. It sparked another rush of pleasure, and he jerked his hips, driving his still-hard cock into her, and she moaned.
When it was over they all collapsed on the bed, a man on each side of Cordelia. Their panting breaths filled the room and Rhys felt sweat on his brow and his back. He laughed at the joy of finally being warm. He hadn’t been warm since he stepped onto English soil.
“I have never been so wanton in my life,” Cordelia groaned. She rolled over and hid her face in Rhys’ chest. “I don’t know what you must think of me. I swear I cannot think straight when I’m fucking.”
Rhys and Jeremy both laughed. Rhys hugged her as Jeremy kissed her nape.
“My darling,” Jeremy said, “trust me, we are not judging you harshly. It was just what we needed. What we’ve been wanting for months. You were perfect.”
“You were,” Rhys agreed. “I never imagined—well, I did,” he admitted sheepishly, “but still, I never really thought this would happen.”
“I told you we’d be together,” Jeremy said, his voice triumphant. “I knew it would work out. How could Cordelia not love you as I do? It was impossible that she would turn us away. Not her. Not Cordelia.”
“No, I’d never,” she told Rhys, lifting her head and cupping his cheek. Her cheeks were wet with tears and he wiped them away.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked anxiously, wishing he were a smaller man.
“No,” she said. “I get this way sometimes, when I’m doing this.” She blushed. “It’s just that the intensity of my feelings overwhelm me.”
“I was thinking the same thing when I was inside you,” Rhys whispered. “I’ve never known the like.”
“Will it be like that, do you think, when you’re with Jeremy?” she asked quietly. He tried to look away but she kept her hand on his cheek and wouldn’t let him. “Don’t. I want that for you both. I know how you feel about one another. I saw it earlier tonight and I knew. It doesn’t frighten me. It’s only right that it be like that for all of us. Isn’t it?”
Her stare was intense, he was so full of hope, and it both frightened and elated him. “Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, it is. And it will. Just the thought…” He closed his eyes and swallowed. “Yes,” he simply said.
“Yes,” Jeremy agreed. “But we need some time.”
Rhys looked at him gratefully. “Yes. Thank you.”
“It is all a bit much,” Cordelia said. She laughed breathlessly. “When I awoke this morning all I prayed for was your return, as I have every morning since I got word of your capture. I never dreamed that I would have this.” She hugged Rhys and turned her head for Jeremy’s kiss. This time Rhys leaned in and licked at their joined mouths and they turned so that all three of their tongues could taste one another, could mingle and caress. It was the most daring thing he’d ever done.
“Oh,” Cordelia said with a sigh. “I’m going to like this an awful lot.”
Both men laughed. “Yes,” Jeremy agreed. “Me too.”
Cordelia glanced out the window. “Oh, look,” she exclaimed. “It’s snowing. I always think it’s a good omen when it snows on Christmas Day.”
Rhys turned startled eyes to her. “Is it Christmas already?”
“Yes,” she nodded, puzzled. “Didn’t you know?”
“We forgot,” Jeremy said. “I guess we have our days and weeks all mixed up still.” He smiled. “Happy Christmas, darling. I’m sorry, but we haven’t a gift for you.”
At his words Cordelia laughed heartily. “Are you mad? This”—she motioned between the three of them—“this is the greatest gift I will ever receive. Happy Christmas, my loves.” The three shared another kiss and Rhys knew she spoke the truth. For all of them.