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Absorbing White

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by Charlotte E Hart


  He just needed to get home.

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  “Alex?” she mumbled, her voice full of the huskiness of sleep as she lay there in his bed. He climbed in beside her and pulled her close to him. He hadn’t bothered with a shower. He couldn’t face one more second without her wrapped around him, regardless of the taint of that man’s fingers on him. The drive home had been torturous, as he’d remembered month after month of childhood memories. The beatings, the cruelty, the manipulation. “I was worried. Where have you been?”

  “Out,” he said in response as he pulled her tighter and let the warmth of her soothe him. He smelt the aftershave of Pascal mingled with her perfume and smiled at the thought as he kissed her neck. No jealousy coursed through his veins as it normally would. There was just some sort of peace as he breathed in the scent and let the hours of riding disappear. “When did he get back?”

  “Around three, I think,” she said as she grasped at his hands and laid one of them on her breast. She squirmed back into him, and he felt his cock hardening at her naked form as she moaned and sighed in front of him. He didn’t need to worry that anything had happened between them. She’d never do that to him unless she was asked, no matter how hard Pascal might try. He caught the thought that he wanted the man in here with them now and tucked it back away for another time. This was for the two of them, just them. Her body writhed as he let his hand travel downwards across her flawless skin, and then she moaned again as he slid his fingers inside her. She was so ready for him, always ready for him to devour any time he wanted or needed it. She widened her legs as he probed deeper and felt her muscles clenching so he pushed her legs back together and brought her hand around to his cock. One touch was enough to rid him of everything other than her, and as she guided him towards her waiting pussy, he let her take the lead. His cock reacted in its normal way with her. It ached and pulsed for the second it drove inside. It constantly throbbed for her to take it and do as she wanted with it, to show him how much she wanted him inside her. Screaming for him, begging for him, and as he slowly delved inside her, she moaned aloud again, pushing back towards him.

  He wrapped his arm underneath her and stroked at her throat as she ground back onto him, over and over again until she began to shudder a little. Fuck, he loved every tremble that left her body. It was a sign of their love, of something no one could ever take away from him no matter what happened. True love – unending, all forgiving love.

  “I love you,” he growled into her hair as her back arched away from him. He grabbed her and yanked her back to him. Close, he needed her close. Close enough that he could smell her and feel her body giving him everything.

  “I… I love- Oh god, yes,” she near screamed in reply as her pussy began contracting around him and he felt her coming on him. Glorious. He drove in harder, squeezing her throat a bit tighter as he did and watching her body try to get away from the intensity. She shifted and writhed until she was perched on the end of him, so he turned her until she was above him and pushed her astride him. He suddenly wanted to see her, to have her on top of him so he could watch her showing him she loved him. She sat up and smiled down at him, the same smile he’d seen earlier. She was breathtaking as she linked her fingers through his and lowered down onto his cock. Slow and steady, she began to ride him, grinding and building her own pace until he couldn’t stand it anymore and forced her down onto him harder. She grunted and mewled like a starving kitten as she let him take her again, harder and fiercer until she folded her body so she could kiss him. All the time she needed that kiss, that closeness, and she could have it as she grasped the back of his neck to bring his mouth to hers. All the while, she let him slam in at his own pace and rid himself of any residual effect. Again and again, he rammed in to force them back together, bind them tighter, remind her that he loved her and would do anything to keep her safe.

  “I love you,” she breathed into his mouth as her tongue and teeth nipped lustfully. “I love you, more. I love you.” She kept chanting it into his mouth, ear, and then throat as she folded her face into his neck and begged for harder, faster. Her fingers grabbed at his hair and he roared in pain as she ripped and scratched at the area around his wound. But she could have that, too. She could have his pain and use it as she saw fit because it was all hers, all for her. He grasped her hips tighter and closed his eyes as she moaned again and just let him take what he was suddenly desperate for. His cock swelled as he bit into her shoulder, the urgency to come inside her almost frantic as he fought to mark her again with himself and claim his prize for being a good boy, a good man. On and on he drove until his heartbeat was so frenzied he could hardly breathe, as she begged and told him she needed him. And then he was there, growling and groaning as he rammed in for the last time and felt his come explode deep inside her. It poured in as if it were the first time he’d ever fucked her, so he pushed again and let her feel his need for her.

  “Mine,” he grunted into her neck as he relaxed his hold of her a little and just lingered in his peaceful place. She pressed more kisses onto his throat and whimpered in response as he slowly pulled back and felt the wetness ooze out of her onto him. His come, her come, their love. “I love you, you.”

  “Yours,” she said without hesitation. “All yours.”

  He pushed back in again and bit her shoulder some more. She was right, and he was going to prove it again. He was going to prove it all fucking night, until she believed it in her soul.

  Chapter 27

  Elizabeth

  I don’t know what happened last night because he won’t tell me. I could have a shit fit about it, but given that we’ve got about an hour before Michael will be waiting to take us to Henry’s New Year ball, I’m really not sure this is the best time for a row. He did let me dress and clean the cut to his head, and he also let me help him put the strapping around his ribs, but other than that he’s told me nothing. I’m not even sure if I really want to know if I’m honest.

  “Are you nearly ready? I’ll go and get some drinks,” he calls from the bathroom as I slip my earrings in and look down at yet another ridiculously expensive dress. It’s gold this time, with a halter neck. I turn to slip my heels on and find Pascal leaning on the doorframe, looking truly delicious in a black tux. He’s coming, too?

  “Exquisite, my dear,” he says, clearly not daring to step a foot across the threshold. I could say the same frankly. I so wish he’d stop being so fucking tempting. It’s quite disturbing.

  “Are you coming with us?” I ask, slightly shocked by the revelation. I cannot cope with both of them in a normal gathering of people.

  “No, I am at the mayor’s ball. It seems I am my country’s cultural representative for the coming of the New Year. Dull indeed,” he replies as Alex walks back into the room. He stops suddenly and looks at Pascal with an odd look, not one I can ever remember seeing before, something like surprise.

  “Why are you standing out there?” he asks, his voice terse, slightly angry.

  “I was not aware I was allowed to enter the sanctuary, Sir,” Pascal replies, smirking as he stands up and looks somewhat stunned. I giggle in reply and watch Alex wave a hand into the room as I switch the mirror light off.

  “You have been invited,” he says charmingly as he walks across and kisses me. I have no idea why but this quickly turns into a groping session as his hands start wandering all over me. I begin to push him away to save my outfit and make-up, but there’s really no point. I’ll just do it again at some point. But as his hand suddenly tugs at the zip on my dress, I realise what’s going on and pull my face away from him to clarify what’s happening. We just stare at each other for a few seconds as I try to read his mind, or try to hear Pascal’s. His brow rises to ask me a question. I’m not sure what it is but I’m pretty convinced it’s to do with sex.

  “We don’t have time,” I reply quietly. I want all night with them if this is going to happen again. I flick my eyes to Pascal and then back again. I want to revel in them an
d feel them both around me, in me. “If that’s what you mean?”

  “There is always time for debauchery,” Pascal says from the side. I swing my eyes round to see Pascal untying his bow tie and flinging it on the bed. Those green eyes of his are suddenly full of interest as he scans the length of me again and removes his cummerbund. I turn back to see Alex smirking at me, the same devil may care smile he always has when he’s thinking inappropriately.

  “You want this?” I ask him. “Now?”

  “Yes, right now. You wanted the truth from me.”

  He pulls the dress off without another moment’s hesitation, and I feel myself being turned around like a rag doll until I’m standing in nothing but my thigh highs, thong and heels. “I want you sore all night. I want you to remember this,” he says as he unzips and gets his already hard cock out. I stare at it in shock and glance back at Pascal who’s now doing the same. “Touch yourself for me.” I open my mouth in reply and wonder where this has come from. There’s no warmth here. The room is suddenly ice cold and I feel like I’m just going to be used for no reason other than fulfilling a simple need. Nerves begin encroaching and I try to cover myself from their stare.

  “Alex, I need more than that. You know I can’t just-” Warm hands are suddenly on my back as I feel Pascal moving them around me and kissing my shoulder.

  “Do as he says, my love,” he says quietly while grabbing at my hand and guiding it around my body to the front of me. I can feel the length of him rubbing against my backside as he draws my hand downwards and places his fingers over mine to start me off. I can’t stop the moan that leaves me as I begin circling my clit. Small, gentle rubs as I close my eyes and try to find a rhythm in the abrupt moment. “Are you ready for both of us, Elizabeth? Hmm?” he says over my shoulder, his voice now husky and low as if the other devil suddenly joined the room to play, too. “I have waited for this, waited to fuck your ass while he comes inside you. I want nothing more than to be close to you when he comes, to fuck you as he does.” Oh god, that’s working. I can feel the delicious sparks beginning to shoot across me at his words, and his teeth are grazing on me gently as I widen my stance a little to aid my own access. His hand works lower, pushing his fingers inside me along with my own and bending me slightly forward with the pressure of his weight. His other hand slowly trails along my backside, and as I sense where he’s going, I look to Alex for help. He just smiles and licks his lips in encouragement. “You have a perfect ass for fucking. Do you need stretching? I think not. The tighter the better. Hmm?” he says as he pushes a finger slowly inside me. Oh god, I can’t breathe all of a sudden, and those nerves come rushing back at me as I feel my whole body freeze. He just keeps pushing until he’s all the way in both ends of me, working my own fingers against the one he has inside my arse. Alex strokes his cock in front of me and watches as I begin to moan into the rhythm being created for me and try to keep my legs from collapsing. I can’t keep from widening my stance again as Pascal slips another finger in and moves it around, widening me, preparing me. I grab onto the footboard of the bed to steady myself, and grip tightly as I feel his feet kicking at mine to keep them open. I thought I’d have time to get ready for this, thought they’d give me a time or a date maybe, but I should have known that wouldn’t happen. I should have realised it would be in the minute that Alex just let all his concerns go and took what he needed. He stares at me and then just steps into me and lifts me up off Pascal’s hands.

  “Hold on to me,” he growls as he lines himself up and then drives in so forcefully I cry out in reply as he seats himself and just holds me there. “Remember who’s fucking you,” he says as he gazes at me and starts to slowly move back to the wall. “Who do you belong to?” I hardly have any words, but I know the answer to that one.

  “You.”

  He plants his shoulders on the wall, leaving room for my legs, and lifts me up a little. I can feel fingers laving at my core and dragging the slickness back to coat me in my own juices, and as his fingers begin delving in and out to get me ready for what’s coming, I moan into it again.

  “Again,” he says as he looks over my shoulder and nods. It’s almost imperceptible, but I can see it, nearly feel it before he even does it.

  “You, always. I love you.”

  I feel the intrusion so quickly I gasp in response and just stare into dark blue eyes as Pascal forces his way in with a slow shove until he’s as far in as he can get. My mouth stays open as I get used to the feeling of both of them and wrap my legs around tighter to hang on. We’re all completely still as I listen to the groan behind me and his fingers tighten on my hips. Why this has to happen so quickly I don’t know, but as I watch those blue eyes looking at Pascal, I suddenly understand. This isn’t about me, well maybe to some degree, but this is about them, being together. Alex’s hold increases as he slowly lets me down on him again, filling me to the point of me gasping air in and clinging onto his neck for support. At the same moment, Pascal pulls away from me, sliding his cock out and making room for Alex’s. Oh god, the feeling is indescribable, almost painful but somehow not. Like being toyed with, cat and mouse maybe. I don’t know. I just need more of it. And more love… I want the warmth back in the room. My mouth trails along Alex’s throat and eventually finds his lips to pull him closer as he lifts my thighs and gives Pascal his chance again. He takes it with relish as he pushes back in again, harder this time. I groan into his mouth as I feel the brush of material rub against my legs and back, so deep, so very deep, and then moan again as Alex lowers me. In and out, friction and tension. Constant pounding and grunting. Never empty. Over and over again as my body accepts the rhythm and revels in it.

  “More,” I breathe into his mouth as a hand leaves my thigh and is replaced by Pascal’s. I’m just held here as they both use me and fuck me to the point where nothing is clear anymore. I can hardly tell the difference between them as fingers grasp and scratch at my skin. There’s perfect synchronicity in their movements as panting and moaning echo around my thoughts, so I close my eyes to just feel the heat of them both. Overwhelming need drives me into Alex again as I hold him close and let him guide the pace, the cadence. It’s all for him. He can have anything from me and take whatever he needs because I need to please him, love him. I’ll do anything he wants to show him I love him, and that he deserves that love.

  Pascal’s tongue licks around my shoulder as I feel his body tensing in response to my cries for more. More speed, more power, more force. I can’t stop the need for both of them to be less gentle with me. Rougher. I need the roughness. Alex wrenches his mouth away from me and looks at Pascal again. Just one a soft blink and Pascal drives in with such force that I scream out and tip my head back onto his shoulder. Yes, more. His mouth is on mine in seconds, his tongue swirling and panting as he increases his hold of my thigh and then takes the other to support me. He stills deep inside and we turn so that he’s against the wall now, then he leans me away from Alex a little so that all I can see is the man I love looming down on me with darkness consuming him. Oh god, and I can’t breathe again. As his hand reaches for my throat to hold me against Pascal, I can feel my core clenching around him, gripping and tightening as he drives in again, filling me so completely that I have nothing left to say. There are no words for the feeling as he plunges in again. So full, so inexplicably whole and needy, maybe complete.

  “Are you going to come for him, my love? Show me,” Pascal growls against my ear as Alex rams in again. Oh god, yes, more, yes.

  “I can’t...” And then the room is silent, and all I can see is Alex fucking me, fucking me and pinning me to the man he loves, the man I love. There’s so much emotion in the moment as I watch Alex’s face struggle to hold himself back. He’s so close, and I can see the love in his eyes as he stares at me and then at Pascal. He’s still here with me, with us. His shirted forearm is straining to stop choking me. I can see that in his eyes, too, as he shoves into me again and again. Teeth bite into my neck and I know I’ve
moaned but there is no sound, only a blissful serenity as I just watch the motion of the man I love and let my body tremble for him.

  “Come, now.” His mouth forms the words. I know them so well, but I can’t hear them out loud. They’re just floating around my brain and dragging that feeling through my stomach as fingers dig into my skin. Sweating, panting, growling, moaning. It’s all here in this room with us, but I’m drifting somewhere else, just watching those eyes and feeling every deep thrust inside me as he bores into me. My core clamps on to him to try and keep him close as he pulls away for another slam in. I need him deep when I come. I need them both deep inside to remind me what’s happening, so I can remember the connection and love them. I reach my hand for his head and pull him closer, and he follows me and grunts into my neck as I clamp on again and again, and only then do those sparks start flying around me. Noise suddenly returns as I hear Pascal breathing heavily and swearing, and Alex grunting and groaning into my neck. Both of them are so close, both of them waiting for me, and so I let it all go, just let the tension explode within me and dig my fingers into Alex’s neck. Those lights and stars engulf me as I sense Pascal coming in me first. His head tips away from my neck and he slows his movement to almost nothing and releases his own tension in me, his fingers furiously grabbing at me roughly to encourage my own orgasm. And then Alex stills, too, all of us suddenly lost in our own moments, or maybe sharing each other’s as we moan out in pleasure and grasp at sweating skin with need.

 

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