Letters to Emily

by Stacy Reid

  He chuckled without feeling amused when her mouth gaped.

  “They both raised us. They taught us honor, and it was under their love and firm discipline we are the men we are today.”

  She swayed on the desk, gripping the edges with whitened knuckles.

  “Tell me, Emmeline, for I cannot bear not to know any longer. Do you love me? Do you need me?”

  MARCELLUS SEEMED TO freeze in front of her. His face shuttered, and everything about him appeared still as he waited for her answer. Emily realized on a surge of pure love that what she felt for him was of such importance that he was bracing himself for words that would hurt. What showed in his eyes broke her. It crashed and suffocated the fear, the anxiety, and the dread. Love, hot and debilitating, blazed from him.

  She slithered off the desk and stepped toward him. He tensed in expectation.

  “I love you so much I sometimes fear for my sanity. I question if it is possible to adore you so much even while I hunger for Maxwell.” She inhaled his scent, and sharp pangs of arousal sliced through her veins.

  A slow smile tugged at his lips, unfreezing him, and she felt ridiculously pleased to see it.

  Her gaze clashed with the savage brilliance of his.

  “You will know nothing but joy and pleasure with us,” Marcellus promised. He dipped his head and claimed her lips. He was so gentle he surprised her. The intensity he vibrated with belied the softness of his lips on hers.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes,” she assured him.

  “There are times when Max and I will take you together. Not all the time but it will happen.”

  “All right,” she said, weak with the sensations that tightened in her chest.

  “Max can feel the relief and the urges that are bombarding me now. He will be here in the next few minutes.”

  She swallowed, and before the uncertainty that clouded her mind could take charge, he devoured her lips.

  Emily stiffened, both aroused and nervous. She darted her tongue to suckle and twine with his, and sharp desire slowly eased the nervousness from her. She drew her mouth from him and rested her forehead on his shoulder, her breathing ragged and heartbeat pumping.

  “I am a little scared,” she confessed.

  He brushed his lips on her forehead and spun with her so that he sat on the desk and she rested against his lap. She turned away from him, and her buttocks nestled into his hardness. He groaned harshly, and she smiled, loving that she affected him as easily as how he did her. Her gaze flicked to the door, anticipating it opening.

  “Why are you scared?” He kissed the arch of her neck, and she shivered.

  “I do not know what to expect. I know what it is like to be loved by you separately, but the idea of both of you arouses and scares me.”

  The fireplace crackled, and Emily shivered as he started to undress her. Her day-dress design was simple enough that he whisked her out of it without turning her to face him. He stood and eased off her drawers and brassiere, shoes and stockings, leaving her naked. Emily should have felt cold, but she didn’t. A fever of need burned in her veins. A need that scared her even as it enthralled. She made to turn and face him, and he stilled her. He sat back on the edge of his desk and drew her onto his lap.

  “Watch the door for Maxwell.”

  She moaned as his hands snaked around to her stomach, kneading softly. Her muscles relaxed, and she became more pliant in his arms.

  “When we share you, sometimes we will love you separately while the other watches, or we will love you together.” He pressed a hot openmouthed kiss to her throat.

  She nodded as his hands traveled to her breasts, cupping the undersides and slowly massaging them.

  “There are times when you will be sucking my cock in your mouth while Maxwell takes you.” He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and she whimpered at the spear of lust that spread to her vagina. She looked down and watched as he caressed her throbbing tips to straining redness. She writhed, rubbing her buttocks harder against his lap, enjoying how he flexed beneath her.

  “And then there will be times when I take your ass while Max takes your cunt.”

  “I don’t understand,” she whispered.

  He chuckled, the sound hot and wicked. One of his hands left her breast and snaked down to her mons, cupping her. She was already wet and slick, and she tensed as anticipation shimmered through her body. He pumped two fingers inside her, and she arched her back, gasping. He stroked deep and sure while his thumb rubbed her bundle of pleasure. His other hand flicked at her nipple before squeezing, and the slight bite of pain had ecstasy rushing over her and with a strangled cry she exploded.

  He slowly gathered the wetness that slicked from her around to her rear. He slipped his fingers down to an entrance she never dreamed would be touched so intimately. He moved his finger to the crack in her buttocks, exploring the cheeks of her rear, spreading wetness there.

  “This is where I am going to take you, Emmeline, while Max is inside you.”

  Her eyes widened as he slowly slid a finger into her rear entrance. She cried out at the sensuous sting, and her mind hazed in shock, brutal mind-searing lust gripping her. His finger probed. It penetrated. She sucked in a startled breath at the sensation, arching in his arms. He gave her earlobe a sharp, erotic bite and screwed his finger deeper into her. Her muscles protested, and she moaned low in her throat. The sensation of being painfully stretched increased, and she arched, whimpering. The door creaked open, and she froze as Maxwell strolled in.

  “Maxwell, I…”

  “Shsssh,” Marcellus soothed behind her.

  Maxwell stepped in front of her, and she closed her eyes in mortification. The pleasure had burned her hotter at his entrance. A harsh sob of lust tore from her chest. She clenched her eyes tighter as Maxwell came closer.

  “Open your eyes, darling.” Maxwell’s breath puffed over her lips, and she opened her lids. Gray eyes clashed with hers, and the hunger she saw in his gaze stunned her.

  Marcellus placed a wet kiss on her neck, and she shivered. She stared at Maxwell with a mix of terror and desire. She moaned softly as he gripped her hips and lifted her so that she sat farther onto Marcellus’s lap, pressing him more into the desk. Her throat worked, but no sound came out. Suddenly, Maxwell speared two fingers between her legs and slid them inside her moist opening. She wailed as pleasure knifed through her, tormenting in its intensity.

  Marcellus pulled his fingers from her backside and snaked his hands around, clamping each of her thighs, drawing them over his, widening her. She tilted her gaze to look into his face. She shivered. He wasn’t looking at her. He looked over her shoulder at Maxwell’s fingers screwing into her. Lust hazed her mind as she realized that she sat splayed in Marcellus’s lap as he sat on the edge of his desk, and Maxwell stood between her thighs, plunging his fingers into her core, tormenting her with desire.

  She whipped her head around to meet Maxwell’s gaze.

  “We are both going to make love with you, my darling,” Maxwell said against her lips before claiming them in a kiss of raw hunger. She felt her heart begin to beat a little harder.

  “Maxwell will take that tight cunt of yours, and I will be sliding my cock up this ass of yours. It will hurt, but we will bring you to pleasure over and over. You’ll be pleading for mercy but begging for more,” Marcellus muttered, kissing her nape, her chin, and her cheeks.

  Something primal unfolded in her, and she arched her hips, greedy for more. Need spiked, and she rolled her hips against his hand. Maxwell removed his trousers and undressed fully. Her nails dug into Marcellus’s thighs as he opened her impossibly wide, and then Maxwell stepped between her legs. He slammed into her in one forceful lunge, parting through muscles swollen from arousal.

  Her wail sliced through the air as he burrowed his thickness all the way to the hilt.

  “I can feel that, Emmeline.” Marcellus’s grave murmur had her moaning. “I can feel how your tight cu
nt is pinching Max. Feel the soft fluttering on his cock. I can feel his satisfaction at watching his cock part your flesh, to see how you stretch around him. I feel the gratification he feels from watching you squirm on him. We know it burns, we know you love it, and we love that.”

  Marcellus’s hot whisper wrung soft moans from her throat. Maxwell withdrew from her slowly, the rasp of his thickness sending shivers of endless delight through her. The force of his plunge back into her jerked the desk underneath his brother. A delirious whimper of lust tore from her throat. Marcellus arched her thighs a little more, lifting her bottom almost off his lap, splaying her.

  “Too much…too deep…” Her words tapered off into a short scream as Maxwell plunged into her again.

  “It’s not too much. You can take us…take me. I know how Marcellus makes love, Emily. I know how he would have made you fuck his cock when you rode him. Hard and deep. I know that when your pussy burned you, you still begged Marcellus to go harder, to pleasure you. I know he has taken this tight little pussy of yours until you could hardly walk, but you still loved it. So I know you can take the pounding I am giving you now, and I know you are loving it from the wetness bathing my cock.”

  She convulsed at his raw words, scorching delight rippling through her core and bowing her back. Maxwell kissed her lips as he lunged harder, sending a bolt of pleasure through her slick vagina that got wetter and wetter with each inward plunge.

  Sweat slicked from Emily, and an aura of sensuality hung around the room.

  “I have fantasized about the two of us fucking you, loving you together for so long,” Maxwell whispered in her ear, his voice guttural as he started moving with harder lunges that had her quivering in ecstasy.

  Marcellus dug his hands into her thighs, holding her hopelessly pinned as Maxwell rolled his hips with power. She convulsed, ecstasy bowing her back and trapping the scream in her throat. Heat coiled in her belly and whimpers escaped from her, the pleasure building bright and tight, but it felt out of her grasp.

  “More.” Her voice was a raw whisper of lust.

  Marcellus released one of her thighs, rubbing two of his fingers into the juice that slicked from her, and ran his fingers into the crease of her rear. He thrust his fingers into her back entrance, and the sharp bite of pain and the rough pleasure sent her tumbling. She threw back her head, slamming into his chest, and screamed.

  “Marcellus.” His name was a pleading cry. The stark sensation went on and on, consuming and destroying her with hunger.

  He released her other thigh and tilted her head to claim her lips in a kiss so sensually soft and loving that tears came to her eyes. He drank her cries, his fingers screwing into her from behind in time to Maxwell’s recoiling hips. Maxwell licked her nipple, which he rolled between his teeth, sucked and bit sensually. The riotous sensations slammed into her, splintering her with delight once more, and she felt the thick jets of Maxwell’s release splashing hotly in her.

  They stayed like that for almost a minute; then Maxwell pulled from her gently, and she moaned. Marcellus lifted her and carried her in his arms over to the sofa. She swallowed nervously when Maxwell removed the dozens of cushions from the sofas and made a bed on the floor.

  She clung to Marcellus as he placed her gently on it. She was aware that his fingers were still buried deep into her back end. She met his gaze, and the wild, hot hunger in it had her heart tripping. He kissed her lips softly as he eased his fingers from her.

  “Trust me?” His lips quirked, but she saw that he still had some reserve in his eyes.

  “I love you,” she assured him, needing to remove all the shadows that she saw. She needed him desperately. “I trust you.”

  He placed another kiss on the corner of her mouth, and her lashes fluttered closed. She listened to the merry crackle of the fireplace, and the rustles and opening of drawers as they moved about the room. She could picture the powerful panther-like way they would move. They were both honorable men, powerful, ruthless, but with the capacity to be loving, kind, and gentle, and they were all hers. She froze, refusing to open her eyes as the truth resounded in her. They were hers. Both of them.

  The vitality of them surrounded her, and her eyes flew open to meet Maxwell’s. It was as if he knew her thoughts. His lips creased in a gentle smile as he kissed her tenderly. “You are our heart and soul.”

  Maxwell and Marcellus’s muscular bodies surrounded her. Their hands caressed her, their touch rough yet soft, hot and volatile yet gentle. Sensations rioted through her. Their hands worked over her body, arousing her further. Marcellus placed a damp cloth between her legs, and she shivered as he cleaned her folds. Maxwell’s mouth clamped over her nipple, sucking and nibbling. Lust clawed at her.

  She tossed her head and turned into Marcellus’s kiss; she mewled into his mouth when Maxwell trailed his lips to her pulsating center and lapped the wetness from between her legs. He flicked his tongue over her clitoris, causing her hips to jerk. She sank her nails into Marcellus’s shoulders, raking his skin frantically. She was shifted, and then Maxwell rested between her thighs, lapping at her with decadent greed. She was awash in sensual flames. It was too much yet not enough.

  Without bringing her to fulfillment, Maxwell got up and sank onto the sofa, watching her and Marcellus with lust filling his eyes.

  Marcellus turned her around so that she lay on her stomach. She moaned as he placed two of the cushions beneath her, arching her into the air. She cried out as a slap was delivered to her curved buttocks. She glanced at Maxwell, and his gaze was hot and approving as he stared at them.

  Marcellus opened her cheeks, and she could feel the intensity of his stare at the forbidden entrance. Soothing cool touched her, and she jerked a little. He liberally coated her with some sort of lotion.

  “Relax,” he crooned. “I need to cream you up so you can take me.”

  “Will it hurt?” The question burst from her against her will.

  “Yes.” He only gave her the unvarnished truth, and her heart tripped a little faster. “But I will also make you burn with pleasure.”

  She whimpered as the blunt head of Marcellus’s erection settled against her portal. He sank in, the pressure slowly increasing as he pushed hard, inexorably digging in. Fire exploded along her nerves as her tiny opening began to yield. Her head thrashed on the cushions and froze on the sight of Maxwell slouched in the sofa, stroking his thick erection, watching them with a lust-filled gaze. Marcellus started to ease in deeper, the fire burned hotter, and she writhed helplessly. He reached around between her thighs and began to play with her clitoris, his fingers devilishly skillful. She moaned as a bolt of yearning surged through her. The pleasure melded with the pain as he pushed his thickness relentlessly inside of her. Maxwell’s gaze held her through it, and she could feel the love that reached out from him across the distance that separated them.

  “God, you're tight,” Marcellus growled, circling her clitoris with his thumb as he plunged two fingers into her drenched core.

  He started to thrust, and Emily keened at the fiery, delightful pain. Being taken by him this way was erotic despite the discomfort. His fingers strummed her core, wringing moans and cries from her as he stoked the pleasure higher, curving his large body fully over hers. His teeth scraped her neck.

  “Look at Maxwell,” he growled, his hips pushing more into her.

  “Marcellus!” Her high wail only seemed to fuel him further as he slid deeper. The bite of pain wrenched a sharp cry from her, but he did not let up. Instead he pinched her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and started to milk pleasure from her. The burning penetration made her scream in a combination of arousal and erotic pain. Sensations rose, white-hot and overwhelming. Dizzying waves of rapture crashed into Emily and drowned her. She distantly realized that her hips were pushing back against his thrust. Ecstasy speared through her, dark and needy, filling her with delight. Her eyes widened as Maxwell began to stroke his cock more harshly on the sofa, the cord of his nec
k straining in pleasure.

  “That’s right,” Marcellus crooned against her neck. “Max can feel how tight your ass is clamping my cock. He feels the pleasure I feel from hearing you cry out in rapture. He can feel that I am buried balls-deep in you. He can feel the craving in me that is urging me to fuck you forever, and I can feel the urge in him telling me to take you harder.”

  Maxwell roared as his seed shot from him and splashed against his belly. She screamed under the hot tide of her rising orgasm and splintered. Marcellus groaned and began thrusting in her harder until his orgasm swept him under. He rolled with her to lie on his back so she splayed on him. She did not have the energy to whimper when Maxwell lifted her off him. He gently cleaned between her legs and buttocks with a damp cloth, kissing and soothing her the entire time.

  Marcellus rose and poured amber liquid into a glass. She admired the power in his body as he came over to the bedding. He sank down beside her and raised the glass to her lips. She swallowed, loving the sweet taste that exploded in her veins.

  They arranged her between them, both kissing her shoulders, her lips, gentling her from the explosive passion. The gentle pleasure flared, and she whimpered when heat rekindled to fire.

  “Again?” she panted.

  They surrounded her, enclosing her in their delicious warmth and strength. A deep vulnerability sliced through her, yet she also felt protected. She knew they would sacrifice all to make her happy, but they also had the power to crush her hopes and dreams, and that was what terrified her.

  “Do you want us stop?” Marcellus asked.

  “No,” she breathed, unable to even understand how they could hunger for each other so soon.

  Desire boiled in her veins as four hands roamed her body, teasing and caressing her. They roused her desire higher as they positioned her in Maxwell’s lap. He leaned against the foot of the sofa, and she reached around his shoulders and gripped the edges.

  “Look at me, my darling,” Maxwell crooned.

  She held his gaze as he slid inside of her swollen folds to the hilt. His hands ran over her thighs to cup her cheeks. She wetted her lips as she felt Marcellus pressing against her rear entrance. He burrowed into her, slowly sinking himself to his balls. Emily felt full, stretched, poised on the knife edge of pleasure-pain. Marcellus snaked his hands around her stomach, stroked her clitoris, and pleasure won.