Fascinated (33 page)

“Edward?” Alicia’s throat tightened. A thousand different emotions clashed inside her. Nothing made any sense. Not her nakedness beneath the thin layer silk, and certainly not Edward bringing this beautiful, most undressed man to her.

But Edward was beside her, in an instant. He wrapped his arms around her, so he was behind her, pressing his strong body against hers. The dressing gown was so thin, she could feel every inch of him, almost as if she were already naked.

“Alicia, this is Lucien,” Edward told her. “He is my gift to you.”

“Gift?”

“He is here for your pleasure.” Edward stroked her shoulders and arms slowly, coaxingly. “Lucien, this lady is your mistress.”

Lucien bowed deeply. Then he knelt. “It will be my very great pleasure to serve you in all ways, mistress.”

“Oh, Edward, I don’t know…” Alicia moved to turn away, but he held her too tightly.

“I’m right here, Alicia.” He reached around and tipped her chin up to she was looking at Lucien where he waited on one knee. “Tell me, does he please you?”

Alicia had thought after all they’d done she was past being shocked. But this…She had scarcely even dared to imagine this. “He…he…”

“You liked to see him, didn’t you?” Edward’s hands were stroked her sides now, slow, long caresses from the sides of her breasts to her hips, spreading their warmth through her, and despite the confusion in her mind, her body seemed ready to receive that warmth and welcome it. “You liked watching him sucking on that other man, and how they rubbed and fucked each other for your pleasure?”

“Yes, yes, but…”

“And you know I like watching you? I love to see your excitement, how beautifully you come.” He pressed his lips against the curve where her throat met her shoulder. She was melting against him, longing for his strength to support her so she could lose entirely herself in the sensation of his hands and his wicked words.

But this…Lucien was watching, openly and frankly. He was not shocked. In fact, he seemed to enjoy watching her weaken under Edward’s touch.

Alicia’s already tight nipples crinkled abruptly.

“Oh.”

“Yes.” Edward’s fingertips grazed her breasts. “Oh.”

He was kissing the side of her throat and pulling her close to circle his hips slowly against her ass. Lucien watched this as well, fire sparking in his utterly shameless blue eyes.

“Do you want him, Alicia?” Edward breathed the question. “Say no, and I’ll send him away. Say yes, and I’ll be right here with you.”

“You want to watch.”

“I am your wicked, sinful man.” Edward exhaled each word
against the skin of her throat. “Yes, I want to watch. I want to see how beautiful you are when you take your pleasures. All of them.”

“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered.

Edward eased her robe off one shoulder so he could plant a kiss against her bare skin, and she felt the light brush of his tongue. “Then relax and trust me.”

With one swift motion, Edward scooped Alicia into his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her down on the silk duvet, and undid the sash of her dressing gown. With desire shining in his eyes, he pushed it open so that she was completely bare to his gaze. The fire-warmed air touched her skin and made her shiver.

Keeping his eyes fastened on hers, Edward lay down beside her, just as if this were the most private of moments between them. But she couldn’t forget that Lucien was still there with them, and still watching. She felt her pussy swell and moisten. Edward laid his hand on her belly, and drew his palm down to cover her pussy. He slid a questing finger into her slit. She sighed with the pleasure of his inquiring touch as he felt how wet she had grown.

Edward smiled. “Lucien?” he called as he played lazily with her clit, robbing her of will and strength.

Lucien rose to his feet and crossed to the bedside. He bowed to Edward. “Master?”

“Your mistress needs her pussy eaten, Lucien. I expect you to attend to it, at once.”

“With the greatest pleasure, Master.”

Lucien was graceful as a dancer as he moved to the foot of the bed. He stripped off his waistcoat and cast it aside, giving Alicia a full view of his beautifully muscled chest. His breeches were skintight and she could see he was hard. Very hard.

“Do you like what you see, Alicia?” asked Edward.

“Yes.” The word escaped as a moan. “Oh, yes.”

“Good. Lucien, attend your mistress.”

Lucien’s hands were hot and strong and they closed firmly about Alicia’s thighs to ease them apart. She opened readily to him and Lucien breathed out, as if struck by the beauty of what he saw. His head dipped down and her hips arched up to meet him. He kissed her pussy, gently, almost reverently and she sighed again. Then his tongue flicked out, sinking into her slit and she groaned.

“Is it good, Alicia?” murmured Edward. “Is he good?”

“Yes,” she moaned. Lucien held her hips tightly, keeping her in place as he licked from her entrance to her clit—slowly, thoroughly, maddeningly. She writhed, trying to force him deeper. She wanted him to fuck her with that clever, hot tongue, but he was too strong and he held her down. Helpless.

“So beautiful.” Edward’s fingers found Alicia’s nipples and began to roll and pluck them in time with Lucien’s merciless licks. “So sweet, Alicia. You want it.”

“Yes, yes.” Oh, she wanted his hands, his eyes, his mouth. Lucien’s tongue stabbed hard and sudden into her hot sheath and Alicia cried out loud.

“That’s right, Alicia. Scream. I want to hear you screaming.”

Edward’s words went straight through her, redoubling her pleasure. “Edward! Oh, Edward!”

“Are you coming, Alicia?”

“So close. Oh, God, I want to come!”

“You hear your mistress, Lucien. Suck her hard! Make her come!”

Lucien’s tongue delved deep, even as his fingers found her clit and pressed down. Alicia screamed again. Her body tried to arc
high, but Edward and Lucien held her down so all her shudders traveled into their hands and arms and she was sobbing for the pleasure of it.

When the spasms finally eased and Alicia fell limp against the silken duvet, Edward gathered her into his arms. Pleasure suffused her, and she felt content just to be held. She was aware of his hard cock pressing against her, but could summon no urgency at the thought. Lying in the circle of Edward’s arms, all things were perfect, just as they were.

“Beautiful, beautiful Alicia,” Edward murmured as he rocked them slowly, soothingly. “How did you like that?”

“Very much.” She nestled closer. “It was so good.”

“I think we should thank, Lucien; don’t you?”

“Yes.” She peeped toward the foot of the bed. Lucien lounged against the post, grinning at both of them, magnificent in his insolence and indolence.

“In fact,” Edward went on. “I think you should suck him.”

“Suck him?” Alicia’s gaze dropped to Lucien’s breeches. He remained very visibly hard. He also saw her looking, and his grin widened.

“This repeating me is becoming a habit, isn’t it?” said Edward with mock disapproval. “Yes, my dear. I want to see you sucking on Lucien’s hard, hot cock.”

“But…but you…”

“
I
want you on your knees with Lucien’s cock fucking that pretty pink mouth, Alicia. Now.”

She’d just come, twice, hard. How was it possible that her desire should rise again? But it did. She wanted a cock in her mouth and in her pussy. She had wanted it for what felt like hours
now. She felt she could do anything as long as this would be her reward.

At the foot of the bed, Lucien had rid himself of his red sash. He undid the buttons on his breeches, freeing his erection. He was beautiful and he was huge—long and thick and very, very hard. Alicia’s mouth watered at the sight of him.

“Please, Mistress.” Lucien ran his hand down his hip and around to cup his hand under his balls, to lift them, and offer himself to her. “Please suck my cock.”

Hesitation vanished. With every fiber of her being, Alicia wanted to take Lucien in her mouth while Edward watched. She crawled to the foot of the bed. Silk slid and bunched beneath her hands and knees. Lucien didn’t move, he just smiled and waited. Alicia sat back on her heels and slipped her hand under his, claiming his warm, heavy balls. She met his eyes boldly.

“Please, Mistress,” Lucien breathed again.

Alicia leaned forward, displaying her ass for Edward’s view. Her breasts swung free, a new and delightful sensation. Feeling delectably wanton, Alicia licked Lucien’s shaft.

Lucien groaned. “Yes. Please.”

Power surged through her and brought new excitement with it. Alicia opened her mouth, and took Lucien inside. His thick shaft filled her and it felt wonderful. This was exactly what she wanted. She groaned around his cock.

“That’s right, Alicia. Suck him.” The mattress shifted as Edward moved behind her. She felt his hands claim her ass, squeezing and stroking. “Suck him hard.”

Oh, she wanted to. She licked him, exploring his exciting contours with her tongue. Her mouth made noises of delight and
surprise. At the same time, fire burned unbearably strong in her empty pussy.

Edward knew. Of course he knew. He chuckled and folded his body over her until his cock nestled between the halves of her ass. Then, he wrapped his arms around her until his fingers found her slit.

“Fuck him with that pretty mouth, Alicia.” There was nothing teasing in Edward’s voice now. He stroked her hard, commanding continued obedience with the pleasure of his touch.

Alicia moved her head, up and down, setting a rhythm. Lucien gasped and groaned. His hands petted the back of her neck, her shoulders, but frantically, without real attention. He was weak, helpless, against the pleasure she brought him.

Edward pulled her closer, thrusting his cock between the halves of her ass. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you so hard, Alicia,” he panted. “I’m going fuck you until you come screaming around his cock. Do you hear me?”

Yes. Yes. She heard, and she moaned. She couldn’t take her mouth from Lucien’s cock to speak. She couldn’t bear to be empty. She felt Edward grabbing himself roughly to press the broad, blunt tip of his cock against her pussy’s entrance. She nearly screamed right then, but Lucien knotted his fingers in her hair, holding her in place until Edward was fully seated inside her.

“Now, Lucien,” growled Edward.

Both of them began to thrust; Lucien in her mouth, Edward in her pussy. Together they filled her, hard and hot and glorious. Their hands and bodies and cocks held her trapped between them. She could not move. Volition was entirely gone. She could only take; take the pleasure, take the delicious madness of their uncontrolled fucking.

Alicia started to come. It was a slow, quaking sensation of pleasure building up from her center, pouring honey into all her limbs, making her lips and pussy clench tight around the sources of her delight, seeking to hold them deep inside. Her lovers cried out. Delirium’s waves burst through her, making her shudder and making her scream. The men called her name but made no allowance for the drowning pleasure they poured into her. They did not let her go, did not stop their fucking of her. Instead, they drove her on, further and further yet, past what she would have believed strength and desire could endure.

But not for long. Her pleasure was too much for them. They were coming hard, coming together, and she was with them, her passion utterly locked to theirs, wild, maddened, lost to the glory of their entwined pleasure, falling and rising again until the last measure of strength was gone, and they fell together onto the silk covered bed.

Once more, Edward gathered Alicia to his side. Lucien rolled to the foot of the bed where he closed his eyes and stretched luxuriously. Alicia smiled at this and laid her head against Edward’s chest, delighting in the hard beat of his heart beneath her. She was utterly spent. She could not have moved if their lives depended on it.

“Edward,” she breathed.

“Go to sleep, Alicia.” He curled himself close to her.

Sleep would take her in a minute, but there was something she had to say first. Something Edward needed to know. “After all you have shown me, after all I have done…it is you I crave. Just you. The rest is…indulgence, luxury. You are the essential.”

She felt his chest tighten as the steady rhythm of his breath grew ragged. “Sleep now, Alicia,” he whispered. “Just rest.”

Her eyes were already closed. The warmth and lassitude of Edward’s body underneath her felt heavenly.

Alicia?
His thought touched her so softly she didn’t even stir. She didn’t need to. He was here with her. There was no need to reach for him.

Alicia. He was wrong. They all were. You are my wife. You alone. I will never have another, not so long as I live.

I love you, Edward,
Alicia sent the thought back to him. It was the first time she’d let the words pass between them and yet it came as easily as if she’d said it a thousand times.

And I love you, Alicia. Sleep now, and whatever happens, believe that I always will love you.

There was something wrong. Something was missing from the touch of his thoughts. But she was so tired, so overfed with pleasure, she could not rouse her mind to do more than wonder at it before sleep laid its comfortable claim to her thoughts.