Emmy's Lesson [Classics Rekindled 2] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour)

by Josie Dennis

  “This is your pussy, love,” Stephen said. “And a prettier one I have never seen.”

  She felt him spread her wider, dipping a finger gently between her folds. Her insides clench tight and she gasped.

  “These are your nether petals, Emmy. Your labia. Your pussy’s lips.” To her shock and delight, he dropped a kiss on her flesh. “Ah, sweet.”

  Gabriel murmured something in her ear, something about beauty and desire, and placed his mouth on her breast. She arched against him, clutching his head to her body as pleasure zinged over her flesh.

  “Now this,” Stephen went on, brushing his fingers through her damp curls. “This is your clitoris. Your clit.” He blew a breath on the spot he revealed and she bucked. “Such a sensitive little bud.”

  He dragged his tongue across it, moaning in the back of his throat. “I daresay I could lick your clit for hours.”

  The rough skin of his tongue pulled as he sucked. Hours? She would surely perish!

  Stephen lifted his head with a sigh and fingered her deeper still, increasing his pace now. His breathing hitched as her own accelerated. There was something to this, Gabriel’s hands and mouth on her breasts as Stephen stroked her. She would never have imagined two wholly different parts of her body could be so inexplicably connected. It was like the two of them were meant to be with her, completely right in this moment. Spreading her legs farther, she waited for what other delights were sure to come.

  In the next instant she was rewarded as Stephen once more placed his mouth upon her. She felt his tongue circle that nub of pleasure, her clit, and felt his fingers inside of her. “So sweet, Emmy,” he said. “Honey and lemons.”

  Gabriel kissed her lips, her throat, her breasts as she crested toward pleasure. “That’s it, Emmy.” He gently teethed one turgid nipple, flicking his tongue over the bud. “Let Stephen show you what pleasure is.”

  She gave a shaky nod, sounds emanating from her she had never made before. Stephen’s mouth sucked gently on her lips, her clit, as his tongue stabbed into her. Hot and cold flashed over her in response. She began to climb toward something, sparks lighting behind her eyelids as she trembled. “Stephen!” she cried. “Oh, Gabriel!”

  She shuddered with her release, bucking against Stephen’s mouth like a wanton as Gabriel whispered words of praise in her ear. “Extraordinary,” he said, his voice rough. “Now you are ready.”

  “Ready?” she asked breathlessly, opening her eyes.

  Stephen grinned at her, his eyes fairly glowing. “For Gabriel’s lesson, love.”

  Gabriel stood and began to remove his clothing. She’d never before seen him in shirtsleeves, let alone bare-chested. He was beautiful. As finely-wrought as Stephen clearly was through his thin lawn shirt.

  “Stephen has shown you a woman’s pleasure, Emmy,” Gabriel said, unbuttoning his trouser flap. “I shall show you a man’s.”

  Her eyes boggled as he freed his manhood. It was huge, thick, and long, and not what she’d ever expected.

  She’d felt his manhood before, a brush of it against her hip that long-ago evening when he’d pulled her aside in company and earlier tonight. But to see it like this, straining toward her with one pearly drop of moisture on the broad head… Her mouth went dry.

  “Your…” she began.

  “Cock,” Gabriel said, stroking himself from base to tip as he growled softly. “My cock.”

  She licked her lips as she stared at it. Her center, her…pussy, clenched with want and she knew she needed him inside of her. “Your cock. It’s so…It’s lovely.”

  “She is ready.” Stephen laughed.

  Chapter 4

  Gabriel joined Emmy on the couch, holding himself away as he brushed his cock against her flesh. “Your pussy is so hot, love.” He groaned. “I can scarcely stand the torture.”

  “Hot and sweet,” Stephen intoned as he settled behind her and turned to support her head against his chest. “And tight, Gabriel. So damn tight.”

  Gabriel closed his eyes, circling his cock against her clit until he felt her grow aroused once again. “I shall take care, love,” he vowed as he looked down at her. “I shall.”

  Emmy’s sweet face was awash with color, her lips parted as she drew in a shaky breath. Stephen had brought her to her first climax, nearly causing him to come in his trousers as he’d watched. He knew Stephen was in a bad way now, wincing as he adjusted himself beneath her. Gabriel would have Emmy tonight but would make sure that their next time together Stephen would be the one to fuck her. As hard as he wanted, as she would no longer be a virgin. That thought stilled him. He had asked her before, but now, with the prospect before them, he had to make certain she knew the consequences.

  “Emmy, this is irreparable,” he said.

  She opened her eyes, those gorgeous blue eyes, and smiled up at him. Lust clouded her gaze, but her determination was clear as crystal. “I want this, Gabriel. I want you both.”

  He drew back and entered her. Her maidenhead gave quickly to his assault, and Gabriel vaguely heard Stephen soothing her as she gasped in discomfort. He tried to go slowly but his resolve fled as her pussy grasped him tight, so tight, he could not seem to stop his thrusts. She fit him so well, their Emmy. Somehow he’d known she would. Lost to the sensations, he pounded into her again and again.

  He’d never felt such a loss of control. To his relief she soon began to moan with her pleasure, her hands clutching tight to his arms as she arched to take in all of him. She chanted his name, and Stephen’s name, as she moved with him. As she tightened around his cock, her climax sharp and deep, Gabriel felt his own climax roar through him. It seemed to go on forever, coming from deep inside as he poured his seed into her. It was all he could do to keep from collapsing on top of her as he came with a shout.

  Holding himself on shaking arms, he glanced over at Stephen. He wore a drowsy expression, and Gabriel knew he’d found his pleasure with his hand as he and Emmy had come together.

  Stephen tucked his handkerchief into his pocket and eased Emmy to a sitting position. Gabriel reluctantly pulled out of her pussy, his heart breaking as she winced in response.

  “Are you all right, Emmy? I am afraid I lost myself.”

  She gazed up at him, wearing the same dazed expression stamped on Stephen’s face. “Oh, yes. I…oh, yes. That was amazing, Gabriel.”

  “There is more,” Stephen said.

  She twisted toward him, a look of bafflement on her face. “More?”

  * * * *

  Stephen simply nodded in answer. He longed to tell her all of it, of the many ways the two of them would love her in the weeks to come. Hell, in the years, were they to fulfill their wishes. Tonight, however…Tasting her, bringing her to her first climax, then pleasuring himself as he watched Gabriel’s cock pound in and out of Emmy’s pretty pussy would have to be enough. For tonight.

  Together he and Gabriel rearranged her clothes and settled with her on the settee. “You are truly all right?” Gabriel asked.

  Stephen was not surprised at Gabriel’s concern. He’d never seen his friend lose control before, rutting like a wild animal as he brought pleasure to all of them. Before, when they’d shared women, Gabriel was the one in control. Measured strokes, methodical thrusts, then withdrawing to quietly climax. Tonight with Emmy? It was a sight to see, and a confirmation that they were on the right course.

  “I am fine.” Emmy kissed him and then Gabriel. “This was eye-opening.”

  “You took to your lessons quite well,” Stephen told her.

  “My body…” She flushed then grinned. “My pussy took to all of it quite well indeed.”

  “Naughty girl.” Stephen chuckled.

  Gabriel let out a breath, cupping her cheek. “I would never hurt you, Emmy.”

  “I know that.” She turned her head and kissed his palm. Brightening, she sat up straighter and regarded them both. “Do tell me that the two of you will show me this ‘more’ Stephen spoke of, and soon?”

  St
ephen laughed and Gabriel smiled as they made plans for the next rendezvous.

  * * * *

  “They are such handsome gentlemen,” Harriet said as she nibbled on a biscuit. “Though quite different.”

  Emmy forced her attention to her friend, her mind on all the delicious things those particular handsome gentlemen did to her willing person two night’s past.

  “Different?” she mused aloud. “I suppose.”

  They were dissimilar, but not as much as she’d always presumed. Yes, Gabriel had been quite focused, poised over her with his cock buried deep inside of her, yet he’d been playful as well. And Stephen, always a gay, carefree sort, had been fiercely determined to bring her to pleasure despite the obvious discomfort he himself was in. Would he take her next time they met? Would Gabriel taste her? She swallowed as she thought about Gabriel’s beautiful cock, that drop of dew beaded on its head. Would they let her taste them?

  “…going to the picnic Saturday next?” Harriet’s voice intruded.

  She jumped in her seat, jarring the table and sloshing tea on the fine linen. “Oh!”

  Harriet eyed her closely. “You are indeed most disconcerted, Miss Woodson. Are you sure you are up to a visit today?”

  Smiling, she forced ease in her stance. “My yes, Harriet. I was simply woolgathering. Now, what are the particulars of this picnic?”

  Harriet brightened. “There are to be games and sport and a wonderful repast, all provided by Mr. Kingley.” She tilted her head to one side. “I am surprised you weren’t aware of the event, being so close to that particular gentleman.”

  She gave a nod. Yes, Gabriel had sent an invitation ’round two weeks past but in the course of the last few days such benign amusement was pushed far from her mind.

  “I do so hope Mr. Markham is able to attend.” Harriet flushed. “And his sisters, of course!”

  Emmy saw that the girl still pined for the gentleman farmer. That man was the source of her argument with Gabriel, and she supposed she should be grateful to Harriet for unwittingly causing the disagreement that brought about her seeing him in a decidedly different light. It gave her hope that her heart was not always wrong.

  “Are you quite certain you have set your cap on Mr. Markham, Harriet?” She was unable to help herself, certain that the girl was above such a man. “I know you and the Markhams have grown close.”

  “They are quite considerate of me,” Harriet insisted. “I know you have said that I should reach higher.”

  Emmy thought of Gabriel’s argument, that the girl was of unknown origin, but she squared her shoulders. “I am not saying that Mr. Markham is beneath you. However, perhaps you could use this coming summer in Highbury to consider other gentlemen in its environs.”

  Harriet tilted her head to one side, then brightened. “At the picnic! Oh, Miss Woodson! That is a capital notion. I know that Mr. Kingley and Mr. Churchill will be in attendance.”

  Emmy frowned. This wasn’t what she’d meant to do, to raise Harriet’s hopes that Gabriel or Stephen would court her. Not likely! They belonged to her alone, at least for this summer. Let Harriet look elsewhere. Emmy’s heart would break in two should either man choose another woman so close to home to wed. That was, another woman who was not one Emmy Woodson. Not that she expected that particular conclusion to the lessons of this summer. She was not a foolish girl like Harriet.

  “Yes,” was all she said.

  When the girl left thirty minutes later, Emmy was still out of sorts. Harriet thought to set her cap on one of her gentlemen? Emmy might believe the farmer beneath her friend, but there was no way on God’s green earth that Gabriel or Stephen were meant for Harriet. Not even if she were the niece of the Prince Regent himself.

  “Miss?” came a voice.

  Emmy turned to find a footman in the parlor doorway, a note in his hand. Her heart tripped and she forced herself to walk over to him and take the missive in a casual manner. “Thank you.”

  “I was instructed to wait for your reply, Miss,” he said.

  Intrigued, she opened the seal bearing Gabriel’s crest and read the innocuous words within. Her presence was requested at Dunwell Abbey tomorrow for tea. Her cheeks heated as the import struck her. Tea, indeed!

  She crossed to the small desk set near the window and penned her reply in the affirmative. Once the footman was dismissed, she settled herself on the settee. Tea with Gabriel and Stephen. A pleasurable tremor shook her frame. More lessons, no doubt.

  Stephen had called Gabriel “Switch,” a nickname whose meaning she suspected would reveal itself soon. She recalled when Stephen had held out his cravat to Gabriel. What has the import of that particular length of fabric? She wanted to ask them every question swirling through her mind, but knowing so little of the act of lovemaking she could scarcely form a coherent query.

  Never one to hold her tongue, she felt woefully unschooled in these matters. For once in her life, she would let someone other than herself dictate the discourse. She grinned as she imagined Gabriel’s reaction to such a thing. Perhaps their lessons were already bearing fruit.

  * * * *

  “Bring the honey,” Stephen called as he led Emmy to Gabriel’s bedchamber.

  Gabriel complied, his body thrumming with anticipation. With a tight rein on his own compulsions he would employ some of the leather items he’d had fashioned for their Emmy today, and given the manner in which she had taken to their lessons the other night he suspected she would be most receptive.

  By the time he joined them Stephen had divested Emmy of her dress, stays and stockings. Her thin linen drawers were visibly damp, no doubt due to Stephen’s play on her gorgeous breasts. Emmy reclined on Gabriel’s bed, moaning and purring as Stephen drew hard on one of her rosy nipples.

  “Ah, Emmy,” Stephen growled, his mouth full of her flesh. A look of bliss crossed his face as he gave her breast a slow lick. “Honey, Switch.” He laughed softly. “Not that she needs sweetening.”

  Gabriel stepped close to the bed and tipped the honey pot slightly, letting a thin line of the sticky stuff drizzle down over her breasts. She gasped then gazed up at him. “Kiss me, Gabriel.”

  He placed a drop of honey on her lips and then did so, letting his tongue stroke hers. He straightened and tore at his clothes, shedding his jacket and waistcoat, boots and shirt. He kept his breeches on for the time being, his cock straining at the fabric. It was the only thing keeping him from rutting on her like a beast. He wouldn’t do that today. No, Stephen would fuck her today.

  Stephen sat back on his heels and took the pot from him. “Gabriel gets to taste you tonight, Emmy.”

  Her eyes nearly crossed as she flushed in anticipation. “Yes, Gabriel,” she sighed, her eyes gazing dreamily up into his. “Do.”

  Stephen placed a dollop of honey on her belly, bending his head to lick her there. Gabriel watched his tongue dip into her navel and noted the telltale twitching of her legs. She was nearly there already, their Emmy. On the very edge of pleasure. He was nearly there himself. Joining them on the bed, he settled himself between her legs.

  He’d thought to take his time, to bring her to pleasure slowly, excruciatingly, but he found he couldn’t wait. Stephen had talked of nothing but the sweetness of Emmy’s pussy, and Gabriel couldn’t wait to taste her himself. He tore her drawers from her, earning another delighted gasp from Emmy and a chuckle from Stephen. He grasped her slender thighs and spread her wide open, eyeing her beautiful pussy. The blond curls were dark and wet, the lips swollen. Her clit peeped out at him and he took in a deep breath. He could smell her, sharp and sweet and Emmy.

  “Honey,” he rasped.

  “Yes, sweetheart?” Stephen teased.

  Gabriel shot him a look of irritation, at which Stephen laughed. “All right, Switch.”

  Another dip of the honey pot and a drop of golden honey fell on her flesh. She shivered in response and it was more than Gabriel could take.

  Like a starving man, he fell on her. Driving his tong
ue deep inside of her he began a rhythm that soon had her bucking beneath him. “Gabriel!” she cried, grasping at his hair as she twisted and writhed.

  “Bind her hands, Stephen,” he managed to say between licks. “Be gentle.”

  Soft restraint tonight, just a taste of how giving up control can heighten her pleasure. He gazed at her, her hands bound with one of their cravats, her arms held over her head by Stephen and her legs held tightly in his own grasp. Heighten her pleasure? And theirs, most assuredly.

  He lowered his mouth to her again. He faintly registered her sounds of passion, and Stephen’s of encouragement, as he sucked and licked and ate her like a madman. His cock throbbed as he thrust against the linens and he knew he’d disgrace himself if he didn’t cease. When she came in the next moment, a sharp keening sound coming from her as she climaxed, he drank every drop of her juices. Mingling with the honey, it was like nectar of the gods.

  Lifting his head from her, he let out a shout. “My God, you’re incredible.”

  Emmy murmured something in response, obviously still lost in the aftermath. Stephen met his gaze, waiting for his signal. Gabriel gave a nod and stood, adjusting his straining cock as he strode to the hidden cupboard in his dressing room.

  He could hear Emmy and Stephen kissing, could picture every movement of the two of them, and his balls ached. He set aside a few waistcoats and opened the cupboard behind them, the scent of fresh leather hitting him. Running his hands over the various items within, he chose the short riding crop. It was tipped with a soft popper, slightly wider than one would employ when riding. The leather was supple, the handle well-wrapped and thick. He’d designed the handle as well, schooling his expression when the leathersmith indicated that it was decidedly phallic in shape. The seams were smooth, the leather warming beneath his touch. He flicked the crop against his palm, feeling a sting but raising no flesh. Excellent.