“Not coming through the window tonight?” she asked as she let him in.
“That was my grand romantic gesture. It seemed to work. For the moment, anyway.” He sprawled on one elbow on the bed, very obviously wearing only his silk dressing gown.
“It did. It was very clever of you to arrange the thunderstorm, too.”
“You look very…clean.” He chose the word carefully.
She sighed. “What do you suggest?”
“The top part of your gown,” he said with a leer. “The lace thing.”
“It might be a bit sweaty.” She picked up the gown, which she’d folded and laid over a chair.
“We won’t mind.”
She went into the bathroom with the overdress and slipped it over her head. “I don’t know, Mac,” she said. “It looks a bit slutty.”
“Great.”
“I mean, real slutty. Adult triple-X slutty.”
“Even better. Come on out, honey, show me what you’ve got.”
She took another look at herself in the mirror. The overdress didn’t even fit properly without her corset, but hung with the clasp at breast level, and it certainly didn’t cover anything. If anything it framed her pubic hair, but that, she decided, was appropriate for Oral Sex 101.
She emerged from the bathroom.
“Fantastic,” Mac said. “Do you think he’ll mind if we start without him?”
“I don’t think it would be polite,” she said.
They both burst out laughing. It was nice to laugh with him, relieving the tension they both felt.
“We could play chess,” she suggested. “I have a chessboard.”
“With you dressed like that? I won’t even remember the moves.”
She sat on the bed beside him. “I wish I could call the States now.”
“Me, too. I’m so grateful you came up with this to distract us, Lou, because I won’t get a wink of sleep.”
“My pleasure.”
Another nervous burst of laughter.
“He’s probably late because he’s jerking off in the shower to give himself some staying power,” Mac suggested.
“There you go, ruining my fantasy,” she said. “Don’t be mean to him, Mac. He’s probably just as nervous as you are.”
“Hell, I’m not nervous.”
A tap at the servants’ door, and Lou noticed how Mac, who wasn’t at all nervous, sat up straighter and pulled his dressing gown closed.
She opened the door. Rob, wearing boxers and an unbuttoned long-sleeved shirt, a bottle of champagne in one hand and wineglasses in the other, gaped at her.
“Uh,” he said.
She caught the bottle before it crashed to the floor and pulled him inside. “Great to see you, too.”
“Sorry,” he said. He bent to kiss her cheek. “All the blood suddenly rushed from my head. Oh, hi, Mac.”
“Let’s have a drink,” she said, leading Rob to the bed. “Look, guys, I haven’t done this before, so let’s try and relax.”
Rob looked at her, then at Mac, as he eased off the champagne cork, catching the foamy liquid into a glass that he handed to Lou.
“Thanks.” She patted his thigh as he poured two more glassfuls.
He shifted at her touch. She glanced down at a very impressive erection, then sideways to another. Two very impressive erections. Now what?
She put her glass aside, having taken one sip. Champagne, for all its innocuous bubbly silliness, was an unreliable friend for her. She sat demurely—or as demurely as her ridiculously revealing outfit allowed—legs tucked to one side. She needed to get them past this initial awkwardness, do something to release the heat and tension that built in the room.
She rolled onto her knees and kissed Rob, hard and openmouthed, trailing one hand down to his crotch. Then Mac, scraping her hard nipples over the roughness of his chest as she pulled his dressing gown open. The bed moved as Rob leaned in and took her breasts in his hands. His lips nuzzled her neck, finding a spot that sent shivers down her body. Mac’s mouth opened to hers, dark, delicious, and that must surely be his hand stroking the inside of her thigh, flirting with her pubic hair. His finger dipped briefly to her clit.
An image popped into her mind of an old circus photo that had fascinated her as a child—a woman in jodhpurs and with a Clara Bow mouth and rigidly waved platinum hair wielding a whip and chair to control two enormous tigers. These were her tigers, her two huge wild beasts, hers to tame, whose purrs might turn to snarls in a heartbeat.
Mac released her mouth. “I hear you want to learn about oral,” he said to Rob. “Okay, kid, watch this. Then you can take a turn.”
Lou scooted up to the head of the bed, spreading her legs wide.
Rob had shucked his boxers. He stared at her, his cock dark and rigid, a drop of liquid at the tip, as he knelt beside her. She drew his hands back to her breasts and watched his fingers circle and squeeze her nipples.
Mac moved between her legs. “See here.” His voice was a low, sexy rumble. His thumb pushed her apart, revealed her folds. “This is her clit, this cute little pink ridge. I could make her come pretty fast, but I think we should keep her on the edge for a bit.” He lowered his head. His tongue rasped, rough, exciting on the sensitive head of her clit. Her legs jerked involuntarily at the pressure.
“Or like this.” He lapped at her like a cat with a saucer of cream, swift delicate strokes, building a rhythm. She reached to caress the rough silk of his head and with the other hand ran a finger slowly up the length of Rob’s cock.
He gasped and moved away. “Too much, Lou.”
Mac’s hand slid casually on his own cock. He gestured to Rob and moved to Lou’s other side. “Here, your turn.”
Rob slid between Lou’s legs, gazing at her exposed sex. He lowered his head to kiss her thighs and work his way upward and inward. His tongue was warm and gentle, a silken swirl, a persistent thrum.
Mac shifted and laid a hand above Lou’s pubis, fingers spread, pulling her open. “Is that good, Lou?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
Mac’s mouth landed on hers, licked at her lips and descended to kiss and suck one nipple, then the other. “You want Rob to make you come, honey?”
She wanted to close her eyes and roll her head back and let the impending orgasm crash over her, engulf her. At the same time, she wanted to watch everything they did, Mac’s dark head at her breast, Rob’s between her thighs, Mac’s spread-eagled hand, pulling her taut, the glimpses of wet pink skin below Rob’s lapping tongue.
“He’s a natural,” Mac murmured against her breast. “Come for us, Lou.”
Yes, she was almost there, her breath coming short, legs rising, and she reached to clutch Rob’s head, greedy, frantic, and then, oh, yes, she was there, there, now.
She floated back to earth.
“Was that okay?” Rob said.
“Amazing.” She beckoned. “Come here.”
Still on his elbows, he blushed. “Um, actually it was good for me, too. I, um, when you came…”
She smiled when he raised himself to a kneeling position. “It’s okay. I’m very flattered. You know, Rob, I think it’s the first time I’ve seen you without an erection.”
“Make the most of it. It won’t last for long.” He leaned to kiss her and she reached down to receive his swelling cock in her hand.
“Do I get some of the action?” Mac pushed him aside. He turned Lou’s face to his and touched his lips to hers.
His kiss was slow and tentative. He sighed and rested his face against her neck.
“What is it?”
“I didn’t know how jealous I’d feel,” he muttered.
“Look, mate.” Rob put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m jealous of you because you got there first—sorry, Lou, that sounds bad, but you know what I mean—and at a guess, I’d say you’re jealous of me because she fancies me and I get perpetual hard-ons. That’s just biology. It’s my age, so I’m informed.”
“The gospel according to Rob,” Mac said.
“If you like,” Rob said. His hand lay on Mac’s shoulder still. They were touching each other, not in a sexual way, but at least in acknowledgment of each other’s presence.
“Want a fucking lesson?” Mac asked.
“It’s okay, I think I know how to do that,” Rob said with great politeness.
Lou smothered a giggle.
“We’ll ask the lady what she wants,” Mac said. “Lou?”
“I think I want to do this,” she said. She gave Rob a quick kiss on the lips and pushed Mac against the head of the bed. His erection lay dark and heavy against his belly; a shining thread of translucency hung at the tip. She reached her tongue out to lap at it and Mac groaned.
“Rob,” she said, “you know where the condoms are.”
She ran her tongue up and down the ridges of Mac’s erection and saw his belly tauten as he sucked in a deep breath. He raised a hand and caressed her head, smiling into her eyes. “Whatever you want, Lou, but let me come soon. I’m dying here.”
A shy cough from behind her. “Lou, who gets the condom?”
“You do, sweetie. This may take some coordination.” She positioned herself on her knees, butt raised, hands on either side of Mac’s hips, and smiled encouragement over her shoulder at Rob, who knelt, rolling the condom over his new erection. He grinned back, excited and flushed.
“You’re looking worried, Lou,” Mac said.
“Just thinking, Mac.”
“Probably not the best thing to do under the circumstances. It’s probably going to be clumsy, but I can guarantee at least two of us will get off. You, Mrs. Connolly, may have to wait your turn.”
She lay a finger over Mac’s lips as, behind her, Rob fumbled and pushed, finally sliding home. She let out a moan—he felt even bigger than usual.
“Okay, Lou?” Rob asked.
“Oh, yes. Absolutely.” She smiled into Mac’s eyes, to reassure herself as much as him, and bent her head to his cock again, taking him deep into her mouth with as much care and love as she could give. He gave a great groan of appreciation. Now, this wasn’t tiger taming, this was a trapeze act, maintaining an awareness of Rob thrusting into her while attending to Mac, who moaned and writhed beneath her. She braced one arm against the bed, balanced, and caressed Mac’s tightening balls, her finger probing beyond. He was so close, his torso arching, hips rising to meet her caress.
“Coming,” he gasped.
Inside her, Rob swelled, hesitated, drew back, plunged.
Mac made that soft sound she knew so well as he fell helpless into his orgasm. She choked a little, ungraceful, at the sudden rush, his cock jerking again and again in her mouth. He murmured her name, hands relaxing on her head, stroking her hair back.
She raised her head to smile at him, and he swiped his thumb at the side of her mouth where semen had dribbled out. “Messy girl.”
“That was really hot.” Rob, panting, collapsed sideways across Mac’s calves.
“Get the hell off me,” Mac said in a friendly way. He reached for a pillow and tossed it to Rob before pulling Lou into his arms and kissing her. “You okay?”
“Yes. You are, too, I guess?”
He smiled back at her, lazy, sated, loving.
Rob yawned. “Do I get a kiss, too?”
“Sure.” Lou reached for him and, to her delight, Mac threw his arm over Rob’s shoulders, drawing him close to them.
Rob tilted her head to his, his kiss sweet and tender, then turned his mouth to Mac’s. A moment of hesitation, then their lips met in a kiss that surprised Lou both by its duration and its masculine tenderness.
“You little perv,” Mac said with affection, ruffling Rob’s hair.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Lou
“This isn’t quite what I expected,” Mac said a few minutes later. “It’s like having a large dog in bed.”
Rob lay between them, curled around his pillow, fast asleep and occupying half the bed and most of the covers. After that wonderfully sexy kiss, he’d smiled in a goofy, sated way, slid down Mac’s shoulder and fallen asleep like… Well, Lou had to admit Mac was right—like a puppy.
“And he’s got a hard-on again,” he added in disgust. “He’s like the Energizer Bunny. I should have jerked him off before he fell asleep on us. Or do you think he wants a teddy bear?”
“Stop grumbling,” Lou said. “I loved seeing you kiss him. Thank you for that.”
He rubbed his face, yawning. “I’ve got to admit, I did it for your benefit, but I felt, I don’t know, tender toward him. I don’t think it’s turned me gay. At least, so far I don’t feel like listening to Judy Garland or discussing window treatments.”
“He’s exhausted,” Lou said, “and he has to get up in a couple of hours, so be quiet and let him sleep. And while you’re at it, stop being such a crass homophobe.”
“Me, a homophobe? I’m in bed with you both, aren’t I?” He lay a hand on Lou’s hip, his arm across Rob’s shoulders. “I guess we should try to sleep.”
“I guess so. Big day tomorrow—I’ll have to get to Viv’s later in the afternoon to call my advisor right when the sun rises in the States. She’s on the East Coast and gets up early.”
“You could call from the office here, couldn’t you?”
“No, my advisor’s vacation phone number is in my bag at Viv’s. I don’t have the number memorized.”
His thumb caressed her hip. “At least I get you to myself when our personal footman leaves. My demoralized, shocked penis might be brave enough to come out of hiding by then.”
* * *
A FLASHING LIGHT AND A TINNY ringtone a couple of hours later catapulted Rob out of bed, and he swore copiously as he groped for his cell phone in the dark. More swearing and rustling sounds followed as he retrieved his boxers and shirt. The servants’ door clicked shut behind him.
Lou regarded Mac with envy. He was fast asleep, hands peacefully crossed on his chest, the sheet covering him up to his navel. And below that… Delightful. And she didn’t have to share or worry about circus acts.
She kissed him. His lips moved a little. “You awake?” she whispered.
No response.
She slipped her hand beneath the sheet and stroked, marveling at the satiny skin, even more tender than her kidskin gloves, stretched taut over the ridged power and strength. Strength and sweetness, such a wonderful combination. And the head, as smooth as velvet with its surprising ridge, all those textures and shapes within a wonderful few inches.
Her mind wandered. She could get a condom and slide herself onto him, waking him in the best way possible. Or not waking him, pleasure herself with slow, subtle movements.
A hand shot up and grabbed her wrist. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he growled. “Having lascivious thoughts about me again, Lou?”
“Yes. Feel how hard my nipples are.” She guided his hand. “And here, I’m wet.”
“Has the kid gone?”
“Yes.”
His fingers fluttered against her clit and withdrew. “Good. Get a condom and slake your lust on me.” A yawn. “Just keep the help out, okay? I want you to myself. And you can damned well do all the work.”
She took her time with him, leaning to graze her nipples against his chest, watching his face as the room lightened with the dawn, revealing dark stubble on his cheeks and chin, the handsome jut of his cheekbones, his lips puffy still from kissing. He abandoned himself to her desire, lying so still that at one point she wondered if he was asleep, but his eyes opened, drowsy and mischievous. He tried to control his excitement, but she knew the signs now, and slowed deliberately if his hips lifted or his breathing quickened.
So sweet. She shuddered against him, her nipples scraping against his stubble, her hair falling around his face.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
His eyes flickered open. “You’re welcome, honey.”
“Thank you for this, and for Rob. For being so sweet to him.”
“Glad to have been of service, ma’am.”
She stroked his face. “You were wonderful. I know you were out of your comfort zone.”
“I sure was. I did it for you.”
“I know. I love you for it.”
“You do?”
“Yes, I do. I love you, Mac.” It was both painful and liberating to admit it.
“Good. I love you, too, but you know that, right? And now…”
He came to life with a lusty roar, tumbling her from his cock, turning her and slapping her butt. “You’ve had your fun! On your hands and knees now. You’re going to get fucked within an inch of your life.”
She caught her breath as he pushed into her, hard and powerful, his hand raking from her nipples to her clit, his mouth sucking hot at her neck.
“Like this?” he growled. “Hard enough for you?”
A few strokes, that was all it took, hammering into her, flesh slapping against flesh. She took care of her clit when he gripped her hips to pump harder into her, filling her. An orgasm wrenched her seconds before he cried out and slowed, sweat dripping from his forehead to her shoulders.
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