Indiscretions (8 page)

“Beautiful, beautiful, Bella,” he heard Lucerne murmur. His lover was holding Bella around the waist, while watching them intently. Part of him wanted to push Bella aside and simply straddle Lucerne. Another part of him accepted that in order to keep Lucerne, he had to accept that Bella would always be part of their relationship.

Bella remained in his arms, oblivious. The look in her eyes told him all. She thought only of pleasure, of his warm mouth around her blood-flushed nipples, and of Lucerne’s hands which lay upon her thighs. He was bunching up her long skirts. Already the garters holding up her stockings lay exposed.

Bella’s breath tickled his ear as Vaughan lowered his head as if to oblige her wish, but he merely kissed each peak once, before cupping both breasts in his hands and squeezing them together so that they formed a soft pillow around his cock.

“Uh!” she protested, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, she pulled him closer, her hands clasped tight upon his hips.

Vaughan leaned over her to reach Lucerne, seeking his kiss while he continued to use Bella’s breasts. The touch of his lover’s hands upon his face drove him wild. “Yes,” he hissed. “Yes,” this was good. Their tongues tangled. All three of them rocked to the motion of his thrusts, acknowledging his pleasure above any other.

Then abruptly, Vaughan drew back.

The night they’d first spent together, Lucerne had slowly undressed, and watched while he and Bella were linked together. Now, his and Lucerne’s roles were reversed. Vaughan tugged open the elaborate knot of his cravat and sent the snowy white scarf sailing onto the floor. His coat followed, then his waistcoat with its row of tiny pearl buttons. He lingered over each one, knowing he held both Bella and Lucerne’s attention. His shirt followed his waistcoat, and finally shoes, stockings and breeches, until he stood before them naked and potently erect.

Bella watched her rival slack mouthed. She didn’t recall him ever being so playful. Teasing, yes, but this performance was something different. Seductive, intimate and terrifying. Try as she might, she couldn’t pull her gaze away from Vaughan, even though Lucerne’s hands were the ones upon her continuing the slow arousal both men had started.

Vaughan had turned her head with his saturnine beauty from the very first, but the slow, sultry way in which he undressed left her gasping for air. Beneath his finery, his chest and thighs were tautly muscled. An intriguing slivery scar ran across one side of his abdomen. Bella reached out and traced its shiny surface. She didn’t doubt Vaughan’s assertion that it was an old dueling scar delivered by a cuckolded Venetian count.

Behind her, she knew from Lucerne’s sharp inhalations, that he was equally entranced. Ever since Vaughan had placed her upon Lucerne’s lap, Lucerne had been rocking against her. Now, he was fully aroused, the thick press of his cock against her bottom a constant reminder of what was to come.

Bella wriggled, trying to position him so as to give them both more pleasure. She wanted him inside her, stretching her, awakening her, ready for what she knew they would both give. Already her heart hammered in anticipation. A vision of the three of them locked together swam in her thoughts.

If anyone discovered the truth of what they shared, there’d be hell to pay, but moments like this outweighed the risk in her head. What point was there to life, if she could not live and know sexual bliss?

“Touch me,” she pleaded. “I need…”

Lucerne, ever eager to oblige, slid a hand beneath her skirt. He covered her muff with his hand and stroked a single digit between the wet and swollen lips of her quim. Bella stiffened against him as he brushed her pearl. The touch while light was almost unbearable, but she didn’t push him away. She wanted him too much to ever do that. Instead she tilted her head back towards him, seeking a kiss.

Their mouths locked in a fierce tango, his tongue artfully playing against hers while she rocked against his touch, taking, accepting everything he offered even though the intensity of it danced the line between pleasure and pain.

“I’m sure somebody said this was supposed to be about me.” Vaughan stroked a hand down the side of her throat, and then dipped his head and lavished untold pleasure on her breasts. “Mayhap we should do things a little differently,” he suggested. “Let Lucerne play the rear guard for a change.”

Bella broke away from Lucerne’s kiss to look up at Vaughan. His violet eyes shone with malicious intent. “I’m game,” she agreed.

Vaughan captured her hand and brushed his lips against her inner wrist. “Alas, Lucerne is not.”

True enough, Lucerne urged her up off his knee. He turned her around, before pulling her back down across his lap so that they were facing.

Bella peeled open the frontfall of his breeches. His erection reared between them, already weeping silvery tears of joy. “Come to me, Bella,” he urged.

Come to him. She would come for him. She’d do anything thing he asked to keep his favour. Her life had been nothing before Lucerne.

“Yes,” she murmured, her fists tightening around the blond strands of his hair. She could feel his glans stroking her, seeking entrance. Then all of a sudden he was deep inside her, filling her completely. For a few moments it was all about them, just her and Lucerne locked in an ancient dance, as timeless as the heavens. They were one, and that was all that mattered. Too soon, Vaughan was stroking a pathway down her spine and dribbling oil between the cheeks of her bottom, demanding his part in their interplay.

They’d done this before, but each time remained as intense and overwhelming as the first.

Dexterous fingers played against the whorl of her anus. Not only Vaughan’s but Lucerne’s too. They tested her, teased her with hints of what was soon to come.

“Do you want him, Bella? Do you crave the feeling of him deep in your arse?” Lucerne asked. “I can feel him when he’s inside of you. Our cocks are mere eighths apart, rubbing against one another, rubbing inside of you.”

“Yes. No,” Bella gasped. It always felt too much, like they’d tear her apart. Already, Vaughan’s penetration was driving her to distraction, and he’d pushed only the tip of his index finger inside of her. His cock would stretch her to her limits. “Yes, I want it.”

“I keep telling you, you’re not man enough for her on your own.” Vaughan laughed.

Lucerne scowled, but he maintained his hold upon her cheeks, splaying them so that Vaughan could press against her. The head of his cock nudged her opening, begging for admittance. Bella whimpered. Already Lucerne filled her. He slowed the pace of their rocking to the very gentlest roll. “Ready?”

“Ready,” she agreed.

Lucerne kissed her hard, stealing away her breath as the white-hot pressure of Vaughan’s cock penetrating her behind overwhelmed her senses.

He was like a brand, hot and thick, supple as a birch twig, yet hard as a ferule.
Oh, God! Dear God!
She welcomed Lucerne’s aggressive assault upon her lips, returning it with added fervour.
Too much! Too much! She couldn’t…

“Relax, Bella.” Vaughan insisted, his breath steamy against the back of her neck. “Trust us. You know it’s what you want. You’re never truly satisfied except for when we take you together.”

It was true, but she felt so full. It was almost unbearable to have him move, and yet she couldn’t still the motion of her own hips,
rocking, rocking, rocking… Wanting…

“That’s right, move for us.” Lucerne encouraged. His teeth raked briefly over one nipple. The brief intense flash of pleasure acted like a flare. Bella writhed and mewled against him like she was being scalded and he was the only balm to soothe the pain. She drove herself back and forth, taking every inch of Lucerne’s cock, and then impaling herself upon Vaughan, right up to the hilt.

Behind her Vaughan’s breathing grew ragged. He muttered her name, clutched her tight as though he meant to steal her from Lucerne and possess her entirely. Yet, slowly, slowly they found a rhythm together.

Bella gave herself entirely to the motion, cocooned in the warmth of their combined embrace. She could no longer discern where one man ended and another began. It no longer mattered. Gratification was what drove her now. One in her arse and one in her cunt—bliss beyond measure. What difference did it make whose hands caressed her, which cock filled her where? Every single fibre of her body was straining, reaching, yearning for climax.

It rushed towards her, threatened to consume her entirely with its heat. Tears wet her cheeks. Bella groaned out their names. “More. Just a little more.” She was so close, right on the boundary ready to tumble or fly, she wasn’t sure which.

They were so close inside her.

“Whore,” Vaughan purred into her ear, making her stiffen in outrage. He bucked into her strongly, despite Lucerne’s plea to slow down, kept driving into her, until the pulse of his cock, relinquishing its gift inside her arse tipped her over. Her teeth clenched. She was consumed by fire. Only afterwards did she realize that Lucerne had spent inside her too.

Trembling Bella collapsed against Lucerne. His cock still pulsed within her. Losing its hardness, but she couldn’t bear to release him quite yet. She hugged him tight.

Lucerne nuzzled against her, comforted her as her body slowly relaxed.

Bella cried out as Vaughan withdrew. Despite his name calling, she still wanted him. Ideally she wanted to lie nestled between both men and idle away the hours, safe in their combined embrace.

From the corner of her eye she spotted Vaughan cleaning himself. “So, about dinner at Darleston House,” he said. A mischievous smile played upon his lips. “I think you’re right, we should definitely decline—” He paused, further capturing their attention. “--because I’m not remotely finished with the pair of you.” Eyes a-twinkle, he turned towards the door. “William.”

Bella scuttled out of Lucerne’s lap and tugged her gown over her breasts in alarm. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t bring a servant in here. He was stark naked for heaven’s sake. Lucerne’s breeches were undone and her hair was flying loose from its pins. They’d know. Rumours would spread.

However, as previously instructed, William didn’t enter. “Yes, milord,” he called from the hallway.

“Ah good, you’re there.” Vaughan leaned against the inside of the door. He looked magnificent, every bit the devil he was when fully clothed—beastly, majestic, hers. Well, hers and Lucerne’s. “Have a bath prepared, Williams, and make sure there’s lots of soap.”

Lucerne raised one brow an elegant quarter inch. “Isn’t it an odd time of day to be soaking ourselves?” He stood, and fastened his breeches, before cradling Bella in his arms.

“That depends.” Vaughan smirked, and Bella knew it meant trouble. “I’ve an inkling that things are going to get rather filthy, you see.”

About the Author

Madelynne Ellis has a healthy obsession with a certain Japanese rock-star, drinks decaf out of preference, and likes scaring the wobblies out of people at gothic horror weekends. Now a multi-published author in both traditional print and ebook formats, Madelynne began writing in 1996 after escaping the
Hotel California
, the nickname for the parasitology laboratory where she worked. Her aim is to deliver scorching, character-driven stories that both enchant and torment.

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