Kane, Samantha - Brothers In Arms 3 (6 page)

“Please, Valentine, please.”

“I can’t wait anymore, Kurt,” Valentine growled. “I’m so hard to fuck you I ache.”

He needed Kurt in a way he never had before. He needed to show him how much he loved him and wanted him. Usually it was Kurt making love to Valentine with his mouth and his hands, but tonight he had to make Kurt understand how important he was to Valentine, that there would always be a place in his life and heart for Kurt.

Loving him was like breathing to Valentine. It was essential, it gave his life meaning.

This is what he wanted to share with Leah too, and he knew he could, that they could.

“The next time I do this, Kurt,” he told him as he climbed back up his body like a predatory cat, his voice rough, “Leah will be here. She’ll be watching us.” Kurt’s back bowed as his hips thrust up and Kurt gave a guttural moan. “Mmm,” Valentine purred,

“you like the sound of that, don’t you?”

Kurt was breathing heavily, his eyes shut tight when Valentine crouched above him face-to-face. “Open your eyes and see me,” Valentine whispered, “really see me.”

Kurt’s eyelashes fluttered, and his gaze was unfocused when he first opened his eyes. Then he looked into Valentine’s eyes for a long minute.

“I see you,” he said quietly. “You are the same, the same man who has shared my bed for years.”

“Exactly,” Valentine whispered again. “The same man who loves you. You will lose nothing, Kurt, by letting Leah in. You will only gain. You will win another lover, another person who will need you and love you as I do.”

“Ah,
liebchen
,” Kurt sighed. “I am afraid. I am afraid of changing everything. I am afraid to love her because I think I could.”

Valentine smiled and then lowered his head and kissed Kurt softly. “I’m counting on it,” he told him. “Now roll over so I can fuck you.”

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Kurt rolled over eagerly. He loved being fucked as much as he loved to fuck. He loved everything about his physical relationship with Valentine. He couldn’t help wondering if he would love to fuck Leah as much.

“On your knees, Kurt,” Valentine ordered roughly, grabbing Kurt’s hips and pulling him up. Kurt came easily to hands and knees and spread his legs to make room for Valentine between them. Suddenly he felt Valentine’s mouth on his ass, licking at the tight bud there, first the broad flat of his tongue and then the tip teasingly dipping in. He gasped. Oh God, this was one of his favorite things, his favorite way for Valentine to prepare him to be fucked.

“Valentine,” he moaned, pushing his ass back in Valentine’s face. He was rewarded by a swift, hot stab of tongue delving into him. Kurt bit his lip as the pleasure coursed through him. With the next invasion of Valentine’s tongue Kurt threw back his head and groaned loudly and deeply. Valentine’s chuckle sent a wave of sensation into the sensitized ring of muscles he was working with his mouth, and Kurt suddenly couldn’t stop shivering. He was aching with want as he was stretched to take Valentine’s cock.

“I need you, Valentine,” he groaned, “I need your cock so badly. Fuck me now, please.”

Valentine couldn’t help but smile as he heard Kurt’s plea, and he knew it was a wicked smile. He loved nothing better than to reduce Kurt to begging. His cock was so hard it was resting high and long against his stomach. He could feel precum leaking from it. He couldn’t resist one last thrust of his tongue deep into Kurt’s channel, swirling it roughly. Kurt loved this so much Valentine had once made him come from nothing but a tongue fuck. He pulled his tongue out slowly, and Kurt groaned. He gave one or two small bites to the puckered skin there, then rose on his knees behind Kurt, his hands on Kurt’s ass, spreading him wide.

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Valentine looked down and very carefully pressed the tip of his leaking cock against Kurt’s back entrance, spreading the precum from his cock around the lip of the hole. “Tell me what you want, Kurt.”

“I want you,” Kurt pleaded, “I want your cock in my ass.” Without preamble Valentine thrust his thumb into Kurt. “God, Valentine! Now, fuck me now,” Kurt cried.

Feeling that Kurt was ready, Valentine pulled his thumb out, making Kurt moan.

“Mmmm,” Valentine purred as he pressed just the tip into Kurt’s ass. “It’s so good, Kurt. You’re so hot and tight tonight, and you want me so badly. I want to fuck you slow and deep so it lasts.” His words were accompanied by his slow press deeper and deeper into Kurt, who bloomed beneath him, his ass welcoming Valentine like the familiar lover he was.

Valentine had to stop speaking as he was overwhelmed with sensation when he thrust the last few inches into Kurt. Kurt’s ass was so tight and Valentine was so hard it felt like his cock was being strangled and he loved it. He groaned and thrust his hips shallowly several times, making room for his cock deep in there, stretching Kurt a little more before he began to fuck him hard and deep.

Valentine ran his hands over Kurt’s ass and up his back to his shoulders. He stretched himself out against Kurt’s back, spreading Kurt’s legs wider and pushing him down until Kurt’s head and shoulders were on the bed, his buttocks tucked in tightly against Valentine’s hips, Valentine’s cock still buried to the hilt. Kurt groaned and shuddered, and Valentine felt an answering shiver race up his spine.

“I want to fuck you like this for Leah,” Valentine whispered. “I want her to see how beautiful you are, how much you like it. I want you to teach her how to suck a man’s cock, and how to take one in the ass.”

Kurt fisted his hands against the bed and a small whimper escaped him at the same time Valentine felt his muscles tighten around his cock.

“You want her here, don’t you?” He continued to whisper roughly as he rose to his knees again behind Kurt and grabbed his hips. He pulled his cock out of Kurt’s ass 43

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slowly, then thrust back in hard and deep. Kurt thrust back against him moaning. “You want her to watch me fuck you. What else do you want?”

Kurt was breathing heavily, his cheek pressed against the bed, his hands opening and closing. He groaned as Valentine pulled out and thrust in again.

“I want to fuck her,” Kurt gasped. “I want to fuck her while you fuck me. I want to taste her pussy first, while you lick my ass, then I want us all to fuck.”

Valentine’s stomach clenched at Kurt’s words, and he couldn’t control himself. He thrust hard and fast and deep into Kurt three, four, five times. Kurt’s arms were stretched above his head, his ass meeting Valentine’s hips thrust for thrust. Kurt was panting and his head was twisting back and forth against the covers. He was the picture of sexual submission as he let Valentine fuck him ruthlessly, and Valentine gloried in it.

“I want to suck your cock while she sucks mine,” Valentine rasped, as he slowed his thrusts, still going deep. “I want to do it outside, in the garden, where anyone could walk by and see us. I could lie down on the bench there, and you can kneel over my face while Leah lies between my legs, and I want to taste your cum in my mouth as I come in hers.”

Valentine’s words made Kurt shiver and moan, and he felt his ass tighten around the long hard cock fucking him. His climax was building, his balls were high and tight and tingling with the need to come.

“Fuck me hard, Valentine,” he groaned out, “I’m going to come. Fuck me hard and come with me.”

Valentine complied and Kurt met him thrust for thrust, loving the feel of the hard cock going deep, the slap of hips against ass. When Valentine fucked him like this he hit a spot inside that felt so good it almost hurt. Suddenly Valentine thrust deep and stiffened behind him, holding his hips still in a bruising grip as he cried out. Then Kurt felt the hot wash of his seed inside him, and Kurt came and came, his hips jerking against Valentine’s hold as he felt his own release on his thighs and stomach.

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Kurt lay replete on the bed, boneless and unable to move from his kneeling position. Valentine lay curled over him, breathing heavily, his stomach and chest plastered to Kurt’s back with sweat and heat. These moments were almost as sweet as the fucking to Kurt, when Valentine was so exhausted from loving him and yet wouldn’t let him go.

“So you think it will be even better with Leah, yes?” Kurt asked teasingly, his voice still shallow and his breathing fast.

Valentine laughed weakly from behind him. “Better than perfect? No. Just a different kind of perfect, I think.”

“Yes,” Kurt slowly agreed, thinking back on the fantasies he and Valentine had just shared. “I think so too.”

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Leah nervously smoothed the skirt of her gown with shaking fingers as the carriage rolled to a stop in front of Cantley. She took several deep breaths, and when the footman opened the carriage door she was ready.

She had been impressed with Valentine’s carriage and was equally impressed with Cantley. While not a palatial estate, the brick and stucco two-story home was obviously large, and on the outside it was well maintained. In the fading light Leah could make out both formal and informal landscape elements that even in their winter state were quite lovely. A fountain lay idle in the center of the gravel roundabout in front of the house.

She took the outstretched hand offered by the young footman. Leah had been impressed by her first encounter with some of Valentine’s and Kurt’s servants. They were everything that was proper in their manners and behavior. Leah was relieved. She hadn’t known what to expect. This was so far out of the realm of her experience. Her stomach was in knots from excitement and trepidation.

Her perusal of the house was cut short when the front door opened to reveal not a servant but the master himself. Valentine stepped out under the portico and smiled welcomingly. “Mrs. Marleston,” he said warmly, and Leah was glad he’d used her proper title and surname in front of the servants. She didn’t want there to be more talk than necessary in the neighborhood.

“Mr. Westridge,” Leah answered a little shyly, “it’s so good of you to have me here.”

Suddenly Kurt was at the door behind Valentine, grinning wickedly. “Why, Mrs.

Marleston, as soon as we met we knew we must have you here as soon as possible.”

Leah didn’t miss the innuendo in his remark and she felt her cheeks heat.

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“Kurt,” Valentine admonished gently, but Leah could see the twinkle in his eye and her heart raced. “Come in,” he invited, holding out his hand, and Leah stepped forward. When their hands met, Leah’s gaze flew to Valentine’s. Had he felt it too, she wondered, that wonderful hot slide of awareness? It felt as if the earth shifted just slightly, and Leah thought,
my life will never be the same again
. As she walked through the door and Kurt closed it behind her it all felt so right it almost frightened her.

“Leah?” Kurt asked quietly, stepping closer and laying a hand on her arm. “Are you all right?”

“Oh yes,” she replied with a tremulous smile, “yes, I’m all right.”

After the emotional undercurrents of her arrival, the evening progressed rather banally. They had a sherry before dinner and idly talked of the neighborhood—who was who, and who Kurt and Valentine should meet. The only thing that distinguished this dinner from any other Leah had attended was that it was just the three of them.

When they went in to dinner Leah found that Valentine was sitting at the head of the table, she was sitting to his right and Kurt was directly on her right. She was a little disconcerted to be surrounded by them, but as dinner progressed with normal light conversation Leah relaxed.

“Tell us about yourself, Leah,” Kurt asked after the last dish had been removed. The men opted to take their port in the dining room with her. She declined their offer of a glass and settled on another sherry. With her before-dinner drink and wine with dinner she was feeling very relaxed.

“Oh I’m very boring. My family is country bred on both sides. I grew up about thirty miles from here, in Sedgely. Our house was half the size of this one, and the grounds not nearly so impressive. My father was a kind, forgetful, playful man who adored my mother. His death in a hunting accident was a tragedy she never recovered from.” Leah sighed. “I guess I haven’t either.”

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Kurt was sitting forward, his arm leaning on the table, his chin in his hand. At her remark he reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear and Leah shivered, her nipples puckering in awareness much to her surprise. She had never become aroused from such an innocent touch before. She immediately put down her sherry. Clearly she’d had too much already.

“I’m sorry, beautiful Leah.” He smiled at her shiver. “Tell us about your marriage.”

“My marriage,” Leah mused. “Well, because we were alone, I think I married too young. I was only nineteen when I accepted the first offer made to me. Thomas Marleston was a good catch for a country-bred girl with very little dowry and no connections.” She shrugged, not wanting to reveal the harsh and sometimes ugly aspects of her marriage. “We had two children together in a few short years. Thomas began to gamble irresponsibly, he died in rather mysterious circumstances, and I came to live with my mother.”

Both men regarded her silently for a moment. In her nervousness Leah forgot her earlier decision not to drink anymore and she took a sip of her sherry.

Valentine sighed. “I think there is a great deal there that you are not telling us,” he chided gently. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” Leah answered evasively. “My marriage was no different from hundreds, thousands, just like it.”

“It was very different,” Kurt argued, “because it involved you.”

Leah blushed, and Kurt’s fingers were suddenly there on her hot cheek, brushing the overheated skin softly. “So shy,” he murmured. “Why are you here, Leah?”

She blinked rapidly several times, trying to focus on his abrupt question.

“Because you asked me?” she offered helpfully.

Valentine laughed at her response. “We did. But why did you accept?”