by SC Daiko
When Sharon visited this week, she went on and on about how much Gabe and Luke love each other, how Gabe would proudly show off Luke as his partner at office Christmas parties, and how desperate they were to have kids. She said it’s a sign of how committed they are to each other that they wanted to become fathers. I still haven’t warmed to Sharon, and I don’t think she’s warmed to me either. She’s been better since Gabe talked to her, I’ll give her that; she no longer insists I leave her with the boys on their own. It’s weird, but I get the impression she’s trying to warn me off Gabe and Luke… which is strange as she doesn’t know they’re bisexual. What business is it of hers, anyway?
I love seeing them with the boys; they clearly adore them and the feeling is obviously mutual. Matty and Jack live for the time when Daddy and Papa get home from work. I’m in need of a break by then, so I go up to my room for an hour’s chilling… listening to my playlist, Facebooking… whatever. But, once the boys are in bed I go downstairs to eat with Luke and Gabe. The other day, I made shepherd’s pie again, giving it to the boys first and then heating it up later. Gabe and Luke practically licked their plates clean they enjoyed it so much. And then, up in their bedroom, they’d licked me. Just thinking about it now makes me feel tingly all over.
Tomorrow they’re taking Matty and Jack up to Northamptonshire to spend the long weekend at Gabe’s ancestral home. I’ve packed the boys’ clothes all ready for them. Apparently, Gabe’s father, an earl no less, has refused to see the boys until now and it’s quite a breakthrough that he’s asked them to visit. I sigh to myself; I’ll miss them. I could go home to Wales, I suppose. I meant to call Mam and make arrangements, but what with looking after the boys all day and having fun with their dads for half the night, I haven’t managed it. I’d have to take the train to Newport, and last-minute tickets cost an arm and a leg. Travelling by coach would be cheaper, except I suffer from terrible motion sickness in cars and buses. Argh!
I’ve left the door to my room open so I can hear Gabe and Luke when they’ve gone downstairs. The sound of their voices in the stairwell alerts me that it’s time to join them. I get up from my floor cushion, check in the mirror I’m looking presentable and then, with my tummy tickling and my heart fluttering, I make my way to the kitchen.
GABE
DINNER OVER, we watch a couple of episodes of Blackadder… Luke and I laughing and Eleri letting out the occasional giggle; she’s too young to have seen the original series on TV, but seems to be enjoying it. Just having her between us on the sofa, breathing in her sweet scent, feeling her luscious curves brush against the hard planes of my body have made me hard… and Luke’s cock tenting his shorts shows he’s ready to fuck too.
I get to my feet and hold out my hands to them both. “Time for bed.”
“Definitely,” Luke winks, the horny fucker.
Eleri smiles knowingly. She’s been incredible, such a delight. We can’t get enough of this girl, this lovely sweet girl.
Oreo, who’s been sleeping on the sofa opposite, lets out a yawn and stretches. He jumps to the floor as we leave the room and stalks downstairs for his nightly prowl.
“See you in a couple of minutes,” Eleri says in her lilting accent as she goes up to the loft.
It’s our routine. She uses her own bathroom while we use ours, and then she comes to us. Do I feel any shame? I’ve asked myself the question several times over the past few days and, to be perfectly honest, I don’t. It’s just a bit of fun… nothing more, nothing less. I can’t see us tiring of her anytime soon; there’s still too much for her to explore and for us to teach her. As Luke said the other day, we’re in a win-win situation. She’s learning about sex, and we’re experiencing the joys of teaching her. Far better this than her seeking the knowledge elsewhere with a random man she’s met on the internet.
I frown. A local policeman came and took her statement on Monday evening, and has kept us informed of developments. It seems that bastard who drugged her used a fake ID and bought a pre-paid SIM card with cash when paying for his phone. Marcus is not his real name, of course. They’re checking CCTV images, but don’t hold out much hope of tracing him. I won’t think about Marcus anymore tonight; I don’t want my blood pressure to soar and I’d rather give my attention to Luke and Eleri.
She’s waiting on the bed as Luke and I step out of the bathroom; all three of us are as naked as the day we were born. Luke perches next to her, and reaches for her dainty little fingers. I stretch out on the other side, and he guides her hand to my dick. She stares into my eyes for a couple of seconds, her own shining with naughtiness, and a wicked grin teases her lips as her grip strengthens. “Good girl,” I groan.
Luke places his hand over hers and they work their fingers together, up and down my shaft. I grind my dick against Eleri’s palm until my balls ache.
“Am I doing it right?” she whispers, her gaze on mine again.
“Absolutely perfect,” I grunt.
“Gonna teach you how to give a blow-job, little girl,” Luke says with a twinkle in his eye. “Are you up for it?”
“Yes. Yes, please.” Her voice is filled with a mixture of nerves and determination.
I tense my abs and steady myself. Luke bends, stretching his mouth wide and licking the head of my dick. My heartrate kicks up a notch as he brings his mouth down and sucks my shaft to the back of his throat. I stroke his hair, and he swallows, the action tugging at the tip of my cock. “Oh, yes, tiger… that’s so good.”
He comes off with a popping sound. “Your turn now, babe.”
She bends and slurps, tonguing my slit and sending a zing of pleasure through my dick to my balls. Her mouth is warm and wet, and she sucks until her cheeks are hollow. I need all my self-control not to explode right here and now.
“Well done, darling girl. You’re a natural.”
She pulls back, eyeing my saliva-coated cock and smiling.
Luke bends again, and their cheeks rub together as they lick up and down my shaft. They pull off and kiss each other before getting back to it. I tangle my hands in their hair, groaning and rocking my hips. My cock weeps pre-cum into their ravenous mouths. “Enough,” I rasp. “Or I’ll shoot my load before I’m ready.”
Eleri scoots up the bed and straddles me, her thighs squeezing my abs. She cups my face with her hands and kisses me; I can taste myself in her mouth.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” I breathe. “And you’re doing so well.”
“I’ll second that,” Luke chuckles, moving up the bed to the level of my shoulder and sucking her left tit into his mouth.
I reach down to finger her wet pussy lips. The nub of her clit is hard already and she releases a needy moan. “Mmm, that’s so nice.”
Luke keeps sucking on her breast, drawing as much of it as he can into his greedy mouth, making slurping sounds and then biting down on it. She arches her back and writhes her hips. “Oh, God, that feels amazing.”
My dick is straining, craving the silky soft heat inside her. “Lie on your back, my sweet. We want to pleasure you.”
She does as I ask and I spread her legs wide, positioning myself between them, resting on my arms. I lick along the inside of her thigh, tickling and teasing her until she’s whimpering.
I enjoy the sight a moment longer, her glistening labia just an inch from my nose. “Your pussy is so beautiful, Eleri.” I breathe deeply, letting my warm breath excite her. Then I thrust with my tongue, lapping at her entrance and teasing my way to her clit. She tastes of sweet musk… absolutely delicious. I clamp my mouth tight onto her, taking her divine little nub between my lips. Her scent penetrates my senses, and my dick twitches.
“My turn now,” Luke grunts in my ear.
I move from between her legs and let him take over. My dick in my hand, I watch him plunge two fingers inside her. She lets out a gasp. He curls his hand forwards, searching for the right spot. She squirms on the bed as he works her, his thumb balling her clit. “We’re gonna stretch you open,
Eleri. Get you ready for fucking. Is that what you want?”
She moans her agreement.
I let go of my dick and place my thumb on her clit while Luke slides three fingers into her. Her legs tremble and her pussy sucks on his fingers like a hungry mouth. We set a rhythm, Luke’s strong steady movements all the way inside her, echoed by my thumb around her clit. She bucks against our hands, wheezing out a string of needy mewls.
“Fuck me, Gabe. Fuck me first. And then Luke, please,” she begs.
“It will be my pleasure,” I say.
“And mine, little minx,” Luke adds, pulling his fingers from her with a squelch.
He slides away from her and I inch up her body and slip my cock into her wetness. It’s snug in there, and so damn tight. “I’m going to fill you up, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name.”
She bites back a wanton moan. “Yes, Gabe. Yes.” She holds my gaze, and her body quivers.
I kiss her, deep and unrelentingly. From the corner of my eye I notice Luke tugging at his dick, pulling at his piercing, his gaze riveted on Eleri and me. “Fuck, you two are so fucking hot,” he hisses.
I go back to what I was doing. “Lift your thighs to your stomach, Eleri. Tilt your hips so I can go deeper.”
She does as I ask, holding on to her knees with both hands.
“Perfect,” I grunt.
“Yeah, perfect,” Luke adds, working his dick.
I fuck her hard and fast. She strains beneath me, and her head lifts from the bed and slams back down. I thrust. Out slow, fast in, deep and hard into her.
Suddenly I feel him, kneeling behind me. “Change of plan,” he chuckles, snaking one finger into my ass.
Eleri is staring over my shoulder at Luke. “I want you to do it. I want you to fuck him.”
“Well, fuck me,” he says. “Never had one of us in the middle before.”
“I think it’s Eleri and me that are going to get fucked,” I groan, feeling her pussy clenching around my shaft.
Luke rubs his cock along the crack of my ass and then he pushes it into me.
It feels incredible, as always… the fullness hitting my spot and pushing me to the brink. I twist my head from side to side as his dick throbs inside me and Eleri’s cunt grabs at me. She claws at my shoulders. Oh, fucking fuck.
My hands move to her breasts, squeezing and tweaking her bullet-hard nipples. She drops her head back, writhing against me, and it feels bloody incredible.
I fall onto her, my cock sliding deep, and I feel the tension in my arms as I grip the sheets. She strokes my hair, holds me to her before moving her hand between our bodies to rub at her clit. Luke pulls back and thrusts again, pushing me into her. Her cunt clenches around my cock, bathing me in her sweet juices.
“God, I’m almost there,” Luke pants, speeding up as I grind my ass back against him. “You feel so hot, with your ass wrapped around my cock.”
His thrusts are pushing me hard into Eleri. I graze my teeth down her throat. She groans at my touch, bucking against me for more. Oh, sweet Lord! I kiss her, my tongue probing deep, and then I slip my hand between us, pushing hers away to rub her clit myself.
Luke is thrusting faster into me now, drilling my ass and butting my cock into Eleri. She’s on the cusp; I can tell from the way she’s panting. Her body curls and cum floods out of her as her pussy muscles grip me and she cries out her climax.
Luke gives one final thrust and I feel him shoot his load into me. “Fuck,” he groans, and it tips me over the edge. My cock spasms and I kiss Eleri again, my moans filling her mouth while I shudder my release into her.
Luke pulls out of me and flops back on the bed, sweat beading his brow.
He breaks into a wide smile and lets out a chuckle. “That was the best fuck of my life. Fucking brilliant.”
I roll onto him, holding his face in my hands and peppering kisses down his cheek. He opens his mouth and I devour it, my tongue seeking his, our lips rubbing together hard.
Eleri squirms into our embrace, a smile on her lips. She looks from me to Luke then back again.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
She giggles and her eyes are twinkling. “I’m just happy.” God, she looks so beautiful.
“You look so beautiful tonight,” Luke says, stealing the words from my thoughts.
“She does,” I agree.
“Our little girl did good, didn’t she, Gabe?”
“She certainly did.”
“How will we manage without her this weekend?” he winks. And it’s there, in his eyes. He wants me to invite her along.
“Would you like to come to Northamptonshire with us, my sweet?”
Her smile gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. “I’d love to.”
CHAPTER TEN
LUKE
HAVING AN ARISTOCRAT as my boyfriend has never been much of an issue. Yep, Gabe is a viscount and his father is Earl Grafton, but Gabe prefers not to use his title and he keeps under the radar of the media by focusing on work and living a quiet life. I’ve only ever visited Aldridge House once before, and that was when Gabe and I first got together. It’s a seventeenth century mansion standing proudly in about ten thousand acres of parkland. Gabe told me it costs hundreds of thousands of pounds a year to maintain. To fund its upkeep, the earl keeps having to sell off works of art that have been in the family for generations. There won’t be anything left for Gabe to inherit at this rate, not that he gives a fuck. I love Gabe for not being a pompous asshole like many from his background. There’s nothing self-entitled about him.
After leaving Oreo at the cattery we always use, we take the M1 motorway from London… Gabe driving and me riding shotgun. Eleri is in the back with the boys on each side of her in their car seats, singing a song about milk bottles standing on the wall… starting with one hundred of them and counting down. They’re having a blast, and Gabe and I join in occasionally. If one milk bottle should accidently fall, there’ll be ten milk bottles standing on the wall. Finally, we’re down to the last nine. I don’t wanna be a fucking killjoy, but it’s getting a bit repetitive despite the gorgeousness of Eleri’s voice.
Silence, at last, until Matty pipes up. “Can we watch a video?” And then they’re singing along to The Jungle Book animated movie, the original one, and we’re joining in; the songs are catchy and were a part of our childhoods too. Oh, oobeedoo, I wanna be like you. I can’t help being increasingly drawn to this sweet girl who’s come into our lives like a breath of fresh air. And something tells me Gabe is too, although it might take some encouragement from me before he admits it.
Without warning, Eleri lets out a groan. “Oh, God. I feel sick. Should’ve said I don’t travel well in the back of cars.”
“We’ll stop at the next services, sweetheart,” Gabe says, “and you can swap with Luke.”
“Is there any way you can pull over?” Her voice is strained. “I’m gonna throw up.”
Gabe checks his mirror and indicates to turn onto the hard shoulder. And not before time. She clambers out of the car, and I rush to hold her while she pukes up everything she had for breakfast.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry,” she repeats like a mantra.
“Hey, babe. Not your fault.” I wipe her vomit-splattered chin with a tissue. “You okay now?”
I settle her in the front with a bottle of water, and squash myself in the back between the boys. Thank fuck, we’re nearly there…
THE HOUSE, built in the form of a half-H, is at the end of a long driveway with manicured lawns and a park full of trees, very Downton Abbey. There ain’t any servants like in the TV series, though; it’s too fucking expensive. The earl just employs a butler, a cook and a housekeeper… plus a team of gardeners to look after the grounds.
Gabe parks up at the front, in a kind of courtyard, opposite an oak door surrounded by four Corinthian pillars. “I’ll take the Audi round to the garages in the old stable block later,” he says.
We pile ou
t of the car. I hold Matty’s hand and Gabe carries Jack, who’s just woken from a nap and is rubbing his eyes grumpily. Eleri trails behind, eyes wide in evident awe at her surroundings.
Mr Simmonds, the butler, comes down the short flight of steps at the entrance, and the earl is right behind him. Gabe’s father is in his mid-seventies, a tall man with silver hair and a florid complexion. Gabe says his dad enjoys wine to excess, but I’ve never seen him drink more than a couple of glasses the few times he’s visited us in London. “How was the drive?” Earl Grafton asks, referring to our journey.
“No hold-ups,” Gabe says, shaking his father’s hand. “For once they weren’t doing bloody road-works over a holiday weekend.”
The earl stares at Eleri, looking her up and down. “And who is this young lady?”
“Eleri, the boys’ nanny.” Gabe smiles. “We thought she could have the room next to the nursery so she’ll hear them if they call out during the night,” he gives the excuse we thought of as to why she’s with us. We’ve brought the child monitor, but Aldridge House doesn’t have WiFi so it might not work if the signal on our phones isn’t strong enough. Eleri’s assistance could, in fact, be vital.
Earl Grafton nods and, fuck me, Eleri bobs in a little curtsey, blushing prettily.
“Charming,” the earl says. “Now show me my grandsons.”
Gabe holds out the baby. “This is Jack, Father.”
Jack immediately lets out a wail of protest, squirming in Gabe’s arms.
“He’s hungry,” Eleri says as we step into the entrance hall. “It’s past the boys’ lunchtime.”
“Spoken like a true nanny,” the earl laughs. “Where’s Mrs Smith?” He glances around. “Ah, there she is,” he says, spotting his housekeeper. “Would you feed the boys and their nanny in the kitchen? I’ll take luncheon in the dining room with my son and his partner.”
