Pervade Duet: Pervade London & Pervade Montego Bay

by Vanessa Fewings

  And we were still moving…

  My focus veered from the action happening below me as our car changed lanes, avoiding the Mercedes in front of us. It picked up speed, navigating its way through traffic.

  “Jesus,” growled James.

  His strong hands slowed my rhythm to a leisurely pace. And when Xavier’s mouth rose to my clit, I let out a primal moan, thrashing as I rode James like a woman possessed, bouncing and breathless.

  James pulled out of me and I looked down to see his erection between my thighs, slick and throbbing. Xavier moved in and captured James’ shiny shaft in his mouth, a moan escaping them both as he wrapped his full lips around his lover’s shaft, his head bobbing between my thighs in a dazzling display of male power as he deep-throated James’ length with verve.

  James shuddered behind me, his gasps and moans and shaking thighs proving he’d allowed himself to be swept up into the vision of us.

  Reaching low, grabbing a handful of Xavier’s hair, I controlled his bobbing head on that impressive cock, taking away their ultimate power. It felt divine and deliciously addictive.

  The grand pillars of the National Gallery came into view. Trafalgar Square was opposite, its regal lion statues surrounding Nelson’s Column.

  “Put me back in her,” demanded James.

  I felt the fullness of him enter my pussy once more, making my limbs quiver. Xavier was now focusing his tongue on my swollen clit and I loved him for it.

  James put a hand around my throat, holding my body captive. All I could do was stay still as James pounded into me with shocking speed while Xavier teased my pussy, interfering with my ability to breathe.

  I let out a moan of joy when I saw Xavier pull out his rock-hard cock and begin stroking himself as he devoured my folds possessively. Then he slid his lips down to tease James’ balls once more, playing us one against the other.

  The rapture is consuming us all.

  With James thrusting into me from below and Xavier licking and flicking my clit expertly, my surroundings faded and I seemed to be floating, overwhelmed by pleasure. I was only vaguely aware of the erotic sounds we were making.

  Xavier shot pearls of white over the three of us. My moans rose and mingled with their groans.

  James grabbed my hair and turned my head, crushing his mouth to mine. My pouty lips widened to accept his tongue as he fucked me fervently, our mutual keening quieted by our kiss.

  The Tesla left Buckingham Palace in our rearview.

  “I want her,” breathed Xavier.

  James lifted me off him. “Here, take your girl. Fuck her hard.”

  “She’s our girl.” Xavier’s tongue ran along my inner high, lapping at the creamy silkiness he’d left there, his half-hooded eyes lusting for more. His cock grew hard again, ready for me.

  “Yes,” James said softly. “Ours.”

  I was on all fours now, being pounded from behind by Xavier, his hand reaching around to strum my clit as I knelt to draw James’ slick cock into my mouth. This was more than perfect, it was a union that had always been destined.

  As the car hugged a tight turn, my body wracked with pleasure, the heart-stopping climax sweeping me away. Consumed by this frisson, I continued to lavish my affection on James.

  Beholden to these remarkable men.Our decadent love-making was all we needed.

  In my heart, I knew we’d find a way for us to be.

  The three of us were perfect together.

  Dawn broke through the blinds and scattered light across the bedroom. I didn’t open my eyes. I was in bed with my beloved Xavier, and I wanted to hold onto this feeling of being nurtured.

  There came an awareness of an ache between my thighs, a soreness reminding me of yesterday when I’d been taken hard in the back of a Tesla by two men with furious appetites for the wildest love-making. The self-driving car—with “special upgrades”—had carried us through the city while we’d done dirty things inside, as though our actions were perfectly normal for a Tuesday afternoon.

  Afterwards, there had been time for mutual pampering, sharing hugs and kisses as we’d laughed all the way back to Primrose Hill.

  For my part, it was mostly relief we’d not crashed the car. For Xavier, it seemed it was what his complex psyche had needed…being flanked by two lovers who could ease his existence.

  As for James, his motives were still unknown. Yes, he’d hinted this was all for Xavier, but I sensed he was coming around to wanting more. I sensed he’d needed that mind-blowing threesome, and I’d loved seeing him relax—seeing glints of happiness find their way through the cracks of his steely shell.

  My heart soared even now despite the risk of possible heartache, my feelings morphing from trepidation to contentment remembering each kiss and each caress.

  With my eyes closed, I replayed my time at Parliament. In my mind I heard the conversation with James in the House of Lords and his haunting words. My eyelids fluttered in remembrance of what had followed in the House of Commons.

  Stretching, I pried an eye open and glanced over at Xavier. He was wide awake and sitting up against the headboard, focusing on his Kindle.

  He reached over and caressed my naked shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

  “Pretty special, actually,” I replied, smiling. “What’s the time?”

  “Only six. You can go back to sleep.”

  I rolled over to rest my head on his lap. “How are you?”

  “Great.” He played with my hair and it tickled my scalp.

  “What are you reading?”

  “Just jumping around the Internet.”

  With a gentle tug I grabbed the end of his Kindle and turned it to face me.

  “Chess?”

  He gave a resigned nod.

  I sat up. There was more going on in that beautiful head.

  With a squeeze of his arm I asked, “Can you share what you’re thinking?”

  “Not right now.”

  “Is it what we did yesterday? Together?”

  He raked his fingers through his hair. “Nothing to do with that.”

  “Are you playing chess with an AI?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Yesterday…”

  “I want to do it again.” He glanced at me. “How about you?”

  “Only if it pleases you.”

  “Emily,” he said, trying to force the truth from me.

  “I’m going to hop in the shower.” I got out of bed and made my way into the bathroom, feeling the burn of his stare on my back.

  I was reminded that he noticed everything…every flutter of an eyelid, every curl of a lip, every frown. Nothing was off limits. I was constantly being “scanned” by this man.

  Luckily, I loved him, and part of me felt like he could see into my soul.

  A few minutes later I was standing beneath the torrent of hot water, turning my attention on what might happen today. I’d missed a week of study at the Academy and was going to have to go back to class with some made up excuse. The thought made my stomach churn.

  It wasn’t exactly my fault, though. James had prevented me from attending classes. As cruel as that was, it also meant I’d been able to hang out with the two of them, which brought its own privileges. Compared to my old life, when I was scrambling around for lost change in order to eat, this was preferable—though my life before all of this had seen me at my happiest. My dream was hanging on by a thread and it felt like a lifeline, no matter how tenuous.

  Either way, I was going to have to play my violin later today—if for no other reason than to get my music fix.

  I rummaged through the bag of toiletries on the counter. There were tampons, face wash, face cream—everything a girl could want while being held captive…but no deodorant.

  Standing in the bathroom doorway wrapped in nothing but a towel, I called over to Xavier, who had popped in ear buds.

  He saw me and eased a bud out.

  “Can I use your deodorant?” I asked.

  “You’ll smell lik
e a man.”

  “Don’t mind.” I’ll smell like you.

  “You will when someone mentions it at the Academy.”

  I brightened. “I can go in?”

  “Don’t see why not.” He slid his finger along the screen of his Kindle. I assumed it was a chess piece he was maneuvering.

  “Deodorant,” I reminded him.

  “Down the hall. We should have everything you need in the last bedroom on the left. Your clothes are in there, too.”

  I didn’t want to point out that this felt like a violation. Not yet, anyway.

  Trudging down the hall, I tried to comprehend that this house could one day become mine. But I’d give it all up for reassurance that Xavier would always be in my life.

  I felt myself relax for the first time since my world had been turned upside down and broken into a million pieces, scattered to the four corners of the earth.

  With a nudge, I opened the last door on the right.

  A blur of movement made me pause.

  My vision adjusted to the dimness in the room and I saw a man lying in the bed in the corner. He had a gun pointed in my direction.

  All the air left my lungs…

  James sat up, bare-chested, and lowered the weapon. “Shit, Em. What the fuck?”

  My heart hammered against my ribcage as I struggled to breathe.

  “I’m sorry.” He gestured for me to come closer as he shoved the gun beneath his pillow. “You startled me. I was asleep.”

  “Why do you have a gun here?”

  He brushed a hand over his tired eyes, letting out a sigh of frustration. Then he glanced to the expensive watch on his wrist.

  I swallowed hard. “It’s early.”

  “Yes.”

  “I should have knocked?”

  “You should have.”

  “Xavier told me my stuff’s in here.”

  James blinked at me. “You turned left when you exited your bedroom.”

  “Oh.”

  He broke into a smile. “Climb in.”

  “Where were you last night?”

  “Working. I didn’t want to wake you.”

  “I missed you.”

  He patted the bed.

  I let the towel slip from my body as I padded over to him.

  He drank me in and then whipped up the sheet. “In. Now.”

  I eased beneath the duvet and snuggled against his warm body, resting my head against his hairy chest.

  “There you are,” he soothed. “Much better.”

  I breathed in his heady cologne, my heart rate finally slowing.

  He pressed his lips to my head. Maybe he was replaying our close call and needed a minute to recover, too.

  “I’m okay,” I reassured him.

  He exhaled slowly. “I keep it under my pillow.”

  “Good to know. Um…why?”

  “In case stray girls come looking for their panties,” he said sarcastically. “The threat is real, Em.”

  I didn’t want to think about the danger. I stared into his dreamy chestnut eyes.

  “Can I attend music school today? Any more time off and I could be in trouble.”

  “Stay with us.”

  Letting out a moan, I rested my cheek against his chest. “God, I want to.”

  Then I remembered there was gun beneath the pillow. The thought that he might have to use it on someone made my skin crawl. My body stiffened against him.

  He said softly, “I’ll have a car take you in and bring you home.”

  “I can make my own way.”

  “I’m the boss.”

  “Yeah, I remember.”

  “You did very well yesterday.”

  “In Parliament?”

  “Yes, in there, too.”

  “The coffee room was the drop off point for your speeches?” Feeling intrigued, I recalled that young man handing the folder to the PM.

  “Watching you orgasm in the House of Commons was a delight. Might add that to your job description.”

  I ignored that. “Does the PM know you write the speeches?”

  “Afterward…in the car with Xavier.” He shook his head as though remembering. “You are an exquisite gift.”

  “You can tell me,” I insisted, refusing to abandon the subject.

  “Everyone knows I write the speeches, yes.”

  “The PM pretended he didn’t know you.”

  “I get that a lot.”

  “Do you ever talk to the President of the United States?”

  “My little spy,” he teased.

  “I forgot your folders, remember? I’d make a crappy spy.”

  “Artists often do. We need scientists, mathematicians, techies—people who aren’t driven by their imagination but can act on it.”

  “You knew those files would be picked up by a member of your team?”

  He broke into a grin. “Sure you’re not a spy?”

  “You’ve spied on my life. You probably know me better than I know myself.”

  “You’re too extraordinary. Spies need to appear boring so they can remain invisible.”

  “Xavier’s interesting… and so are you.”

  “We’re not spies.”

  “Then what are you?”

  “Someone who pervades.” He smirked at that.

  Oh, God, he was magnetic…so charmingly dashing it was hard to look away.

  “To be honest, you’d be an asset,” he continued. “You’re obviously not a spy, so it’d be an ideal disguise.”

  “Where did you go last night?”

  “Whitehall. Made a decision. Gave an order. Came home.”

  “Home?”

  He caught himself and snapped his gaze to mine.

  My toes curled. “Did you miss us?”

  “More than you know.”

  He sounded sincere. I rested my cheek on his chest, feeling the intensity of his closeness.

  His fingers trailed through my hair. “Do you like the house?”

  “Of course.” I raised my head to look at him. “Do you prefer your castle?”

  His head crashed back on his pillow and he stared at the ceiling. “Anywhere you both are…”

  “You like what we have?”

  His lips quirked. “Don’t you?”

  My fingertips trailed lazily along his chest and then ran over his firm abdomen, venturing lower.

  “Careful, Em.”

  “Because I’m not allowed to without Xavier?”

  “It’s only fair.”

  “What if I did this?” I reached low and teased his length with my palm. He grew hard against my hand as it glided up and down his fullness.

  He grabbed my wrist.

  “How about this?” I pulled away to kneel beside him on the bed, lowering my head and running my tongue along his erection. I let out an erotic moan as I rimmed his purple tip.

  James grabbed a fistful of my hair and held me suspended above his cock, close enough to see the ridges and veins of his perfectly taut head.

  “I’m a bad girl,” I whispered, licking my lips as I tried to get close.

  He held me firmly, not letting me up and not letting me have what I wanted. What I needed.

  Him.

  Oh, to taste that silky skin stretched over his steeliness, his scent filling my senses and driving me wild.

  “You are bad, aren’t you?” he said darkly. “You know what happens to naughty girls?”

  “They get what they want?” I asked breathlessly.

  With ease, James yanked me across his lap and his hand came down in a series of strikes on my bare ass. My skin burned as arousal flooded through me at this sensual attack. He caressed and pinched and squeezed and then spanked my hot flesh again. It felt raw and honest and, despite my squirming, I liked it.

  His erection grew harder beneath me and the feel of it pressing against my stomach was intoxicating. I wriggled some more.

  “Hold still.”

  “Can’t.”

  There, peeking out from beneath hi
s pillow was the handle of his gun. James seemed to notice me staring at it.

  He pulled me off his lap and I lay beside him. “You liked that?”

  I let out a moan and pressed my mouth to his chest, feeling the burn worsen.

  Rolling on top of me, he grabbed my wrists and raised them above my head, pinning them against the mattress. A shudder ran through me at the pressure of his weight, his firm chest on mine. My nipples beaded beneath his hardness and my thighs parted. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

  “Caught you,” I said triumphantly.

  Surprise flashed across his face. “Why must you be so beguiling?”

  “Why must you be so dominating?”

  “This is nothing compared to what I want to do to you.”

  I let out a provocative moan.

  He stared down at me. “Owning you is a privilege I accept.”

  I felt the wetness between my thighs and shuddered at the promise of pleasure.

  “Show me how to make you happy,” I whispered.

  His eyelids squeezed shut as he pressed his hips against mine. Then he drew his cock along my wet folds and ground his pelvis in a circle.

  “Yes,” I said. “I need this.”

  “You know what I want?”

  “Tell me.” I’ll give you anything.

  His expression showed he was mulling over a decision. “Coffee.”

  James climbed off the bed.

  The loss of his weight and warmth felt shocking.

  I stared after him as he strolled across the room and entered the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

  “Dark roast,” he called through the bathroom door. “Go make it, please.”

  I heard the sound of the shower coming on, and then water splashing.

  Sliding out of bed, I shivered as the chilly air hit my naked body. Moving silently across the room, I paused to pick up my discarded towel as I headed for the bedroom door.

  And then I remembered the gun.

  The gun felt heavy in my palm.

  Turning it, I wrapped my fingers around the grip and raised it to peer through the sight. I wondered if he used a silencer.

  James Ballad was above the law. That much was true.

  But he was also just a man. A man who’d had his life torn apart when his wife was murdered. A man who had dedicated himself to making the world a better place—in his mind, anyway.

  And God, he was devastatingly alluring.