Three Times the Scandal (34 page)

A smile slowly crept across his face and worked its magic in the depths of his eyes. “We’ll work something out, Fortuna. Trust me. I promised I’d protect you from him.”

Perhaps she didn’t look entirely convinced, for he did rise up then and kiss her as she’d desired. Her puss clenched again, and the nervous butterflies in her stomach transformed into tingles of anticipation. This night was not just about her and Giles. It was about all of them. She found Neddy’s hand upon the covers and squeezed it tight as the kiss between herself and Giles deepened.

Neddy let go. He slipped his hands between them to find her breasts. He massaged her through the layers of mannish clothes. Giles’s fingers traced her shoulders and the long arch of her neck. Gradually, seamlessly, the men changed places. Darleston lifted her foot and tugged away the boot. His lips wound about the toes, fingers smoothed across the arch, sending rippling shivers up through her body.

Three men! It truly would be a night to remember.

Chest heaving with the urgency of her erratic breaths, Fortuna freed herself from Giles and Neddy’s kisses to gaze down the length of her leg at Darleston crouched by her feet. Why did it feel as if he were stroking his tongue across the lips of her puss and not her sole?

“
Sensitive?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Fortuna wriggled, and found herself lifted onto her feet. Darleston remained to her fore, staring up at her like an obedient acolyte. She didn’t believe it.

Giles dropped to his knees behind her and rested his head against the swell of her bottom, while he peeled away the fabric from her hips. The breeches bunched around her knees leaving her long slim legs displayed and the curling golden neatness of her pubic thatch only barely hidden by the edge of the oversized shirt. Giles’s hands settled possessively across the tops of her thighs. He pressed inwards, so his thumbs stroked through those golden curls, while his lips troubled the sensitive skin of her rear. The caresses sent her dancing up onto her toes.

“
Other boot,” remarked Neddy, tilting his head to briefly rest it upon her shoulder. “And let’s get these breeches off.”

“
Will you take yours off too,” she asked.

“
Maybe, if you’re lucky.”

Giles returned to the bed and pulled her back against him, so that her naked bottom met with the firm heat of his lap. The twins each raised one of her legs. Neddy tugged off her remaining boot, before they both divested her of her breeches, which sailed towards the fireplace like a russet-coloured bird.

Expectant desire flared in both sets of grey eyes. The smell of arousal lit her senses. It recalled to her that spiked sweet fragrance that lingered in the summer air before a lightning storm, when the very earth seemed to vibrate with energy. She outstretched her arms feeling the tingling pull running between them all. Giles slid his palms up beneath her shirt again, causing her nipples to crinkle and peak. Warm pleasure plumped her quim. Fingers—she wasn’t sure whose—slicked moisture over her nether lips in readiness.

“
Spread your legs a little,” Giles urged. He left off stimulating her nipples and stroked his palms up and down her inner thighs, until she was sopping wet with desire. Still on his knees before her, Darleston licked his lips and Fortuna shut her eyes tight.

Someone unwound the streamer of white linen from her throat.

“
Wider,” Giles coaxed. He stroked lightly over the outer lips of her puss, so that she was displaying everything, and her clitoris poked eagerly from its hood. A single fingertip ran between her swollen lips to pet her bead. “How many times shall we make you come?” He stroked, teased, tearing a cry from her throat. Teeth grazed her earlobe. A thumb pushed inside her, fucking her, while other fingers toyed with her sensitive nipples.

She had no reply for him. Only that she wanted more.

Now Neddy knelt before her half undressed. His cravat dangled loosely around his throat, and a faint smattering of chest hair showed through the open V of his shirt. The urge to expose it, to run her hands through those auburn curls gripped her tight. Fortuna plucked at the linen, but Neddy seemed more interested in applying his tongue to her puss than divesting himself of any more clothes. His tongue touched her, dabbed at her most sensitive flesh.

Darleston came to her aid, and tugged off his twin’s shirt.

The sight of Neddy’s naked torso whipped Fortuna’s need higher, as images of their first night in bed together trickled through her mind, the way he’d stumbled about and laughed, been so relaxed had put her at ease. Neddy always seemed to calm her. She pushed her hands into his hair as he worked harder.

Simultaneously, Giles sucked at the pulse point in her neck, and every fibre of her being sat up and sang the same demanding tune. The pleasure immobilized her. She wanted to come, was going to. Her cunt rippled, seeking something thick to clench. “Giles,” she gasped. “Giles.”

Before her, Darleston sat poised upon a cushioned stool with his long legs outstretched. He remained fully clothed. “Strip,” she ordered, unsure if he’d obey.

“
Or else?” he mouthed.

Fortuna sucked her lip. She had no threat at her disposal to stir him with, and no means of enticing him to join in other than what she was already offering. To her relief he rose.

Candlelight soon painted flames across the lean planes of his naked body. Darleston was everything Neddy was, slender, wiry, neatly muscled. A raised mark stretched across one side of his stomach, which he quickly covered with his palm. He turned his back to her, and displayed the shadowed hollows of his toned bottom first, before presenting a profile view. His cock stood proud. Engorged with blood, it hugged the flat expanse of his belly.

“
Come closer,” she hissed, reaching out to touch him.

Darleston kept one hand held fast to his stomach. Fortuna touched him, remembering how she’d held him flaccid earlier and how he’d stiffened at her touch. He felt so solid in her palm now. She squeezed a little and gloried in the catch of his breath, but his gaze was not on her, but on Giles.

“
Stroke him,” Giles whispered into her ear.

Fortuna curved her palm more firmly around Darleston’s red-hued glans and stroked her thumb back and forth over the sensitive eye. She still had no real idea how to make a man come with her hands, and it was hard to concentrate on remembering how Neddy had touched himself, when he was currently teasing her clit with merciless precision.

She drove him back, no longer wanting to come so fast. “Neddy.” She let her eyes communicate her intent. He sat back upon the floor and slid off his breeches. He stood, as did his cock. Fully erect it stretched up past his belly button. She touched him too, holding him as she already held his twin. “Please, somebody,” she murmured, unable to articulate her need. She wanted to coat herself in their combined musk, so that she’d always be able to smell and remember them. “All of you.”

She felt Giles shift away from her a little and fear made her turn her head. Had she somehow appalled him, demanded too much? But he smiled. “What have we created?” he chuckled as he eased her off his lap. “Help me. I’m starting to feel distinctly overdressed.” He remained the only one still clothed.

Fortuna stripped him. Then the twins closed in upon her again.

“
Are you sure about this?” Darleston’s voice rumbled in his chest as he pressed against her. With Neddy, he drew her from Giles and urged her onto the bed, where he spooned her back. Fortuna squirmed back against his hips, enjoying the feel of his cock slipping and sliding between the cheeks of her bottom.

She was sure, she had never been more certain of anything. “Don’t make me beg.”

“
I’ve not the stamina for that,” said Neddy. He lay to her front, his kiss intent upon her lips as his enormous cock pressed taut to her stomach. “Giles, are you undressed yet?”

“
Almost.”

Darleston rolled onto his back, dragging Fortuna on top of him. His cock moved against her bottom, causing a dart of pleasure to surge as she recalled their earlier coupling. “Lift a little,” he urged, holding her hips. “Then press down slowly.”

Heat flared in her cheeks. She’d done this. Enjoyed it. Wanted in many ways to share that bond of trust again. Her gaze fluttered to Giles, seeking his approval.

“
If it’s what you want,” he mouthed. She noticed that he kept his gaze upon her face, not any lower down.

Darleston’s cock pressed hard to her anus, not painful but exciting and slightly tender. “Sh,” he soothed when she moaned at the pressure. “Ned, my coat pocket.”

He lifted her again, and Neddy slicked his brother’s cock with cream. The slow pressure resumed. Her body seemed to fight the first inch, as if it had never experienced the bliss of penetration before, but once he was inside her, the heat, and the rush lapped at her like a thousand tiny mouths. Fortuna lay against him, her back pressed to his stomach and her head nuzzled against his shoulder as he very gently rocked.

The smoky haze of Neddy’s eyes swam above her. Neddy straddled them both, and angled the tip of his cock to her puss. Fortuna’s muscles twitched in anticipation. Only a few hours ago she blushed and fussed over Darleston’s mere suggestion of her having done this with Giles, now she wanted it with every inch of her being.

She expected a great deal of wriggling to be involved in order to align their bodies, and for it all to happen quite slowly. Neddy had no such plans. He thrust and went deep, forcing a gasp of shock from her lips. Fortuna squirmed, but that only made the feeling of being stretched and full more intense.

“
Hold still, relax, get used to it.” Giles’s voice soothed her. His palms cupped her face. He stood at the foot of the bed, above her head. “Let them take charge and find the rhythm. Just enjoy. They know what their doing.” His voice shook as he spoke. Fortuna laced her fingers with his. She wanted him to be part of this ecstasy too, not to stand on the side-lines as a simple observer. She clung to his arm, and gradually tugged him closer, so that he stretched over Darleston the better to reach her. Fortuna pulled him downwards, seeking the pleasure of his lips. Her fingers wove into his hair, but even when Giles gave a startled gasp into her mouth she continued to hold onto him, kissing him, wanting him. He was her strength.

His fingers squeezed tight over hers, then slowly uncurled. Urgently, he drew back from her kiss, his eyes wide, and his breathing sharp. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” he gasped. Sweat beaded his brow. Ecstasy chased shadows across his jade-green eyes, and tinted them with slivers of viridian. Giles lifted a little further, and his hands feathered back over her shoulders to where Darleston’s head lay.

Darleston had moved slightly from his original position as she’d kissed Giles. She’d felt him shift, noticed the slight adjustment in the way their bodies fit together. His head now hung over the edge of the eiderdown, so that his mouth stretched open and formed a wide O around Giles’s rampant cock.

“
Oh, God!” Giles gasped again, and this time Fortuna echoed his cry.

* * * * *

Giles clung to the wooden bedpost with one hand. His other lay stretched along Darleston’s jaw. He hardly dared move, barely dared look down. He knew exactly what he was feeling, just didn’t want to confirm who was responsible for that sensation anymore than the scratch of stubble against his fingertips already did. He kept his gaze focused on Fortuna instead. He couldn’t run away from this, but he could pretend it was happening differently. He could pretend they were her lips, that it was her tongue massaging his cock.

Fortuna’s gaze kept slipping sideways; even Neddy’s gaze seemed to drift to the point where Giles and Darleston’s bodies met. He tried focusing on the canopy, but his mind just kept taunting him to accept.

Unable to pull away, and teetering on the brink, Giles finally looked down at his friend. Lust slammed into his chest at the sight of his cock dipping in and out of Darleston’s mouth. He couldn’t quite accept it, even though he realized that this event had been brewing for years, probably from the moment they’d met.

Despite Darleston being his closest friend, he’d never allowed himself the same freedom to explore his sexuality as he had with Neddy. Between him and Neddy the lines were simple, and any woman they were with was at the centre of attention. He’d never been able to make the same division with Robert. Oh, they’d shared lovers, but the lines had always been drawn differently.

He’d jokingly kissed Neddy in the past, but never Robert.

Giles clawed the bedpost. He fought for sense and serendipity, but nothing changed. One part of his brain urged him to push deeper and accept Darleston’s caress, while another drove him to pull away. Caught in the middle, he froze, and Darleston had his way. His friend’s throat seemed to ripple around his cock. He sucked with relish, causing Giles’s balls to lift and tighten. What if he came in his friend’s mouth? The thought just pushed him nearer to doing just that.

“
Fortuna,” he gasped. Her pale cheeks were flushed and her eyes closed. He couldn’t lose himself in their blue depths, could only watch instead, as her breathing grew more rapid. She was going to come, so too he suspected was Neddy, who swallowed each breath along with a half-choked cry.

“
Giles!” Her beautiful eyes flickered open, and her nails dug into the soft flesh of his arm as her body jolted with her release. She looked at him. Only at him.