Page 166 of His Grace, the Duke
“Don’t even think it,” said James, pressing in with two fingers, working her open.
“Tom,” she panted. “I need—please—”
Tom chuckled, dropping his hand between her legs to tease her bud while James stretched her.
“She’s ready,” James muttered after another minute, slipping his fingers out of her.
She whined, feeling his loss, but the eager look in Tom’s eye had her quivering with excitement.
“Letter,” said Burke, slapping one into Tom’s hand. Rosalie’s eye went wide. “Wait, no—”
“Trust us,” Tom replied, nipping her lips as he slid the letter over his cock. “We have a plan.” He scooted back on the bed until he could sink back against the pillows. “Come here, Rose. Get on my cock.”
She glanced from him to James. “I . . .”
“You’re going to ride me facing them,” Tom instructed, grabbing her by the hips and helping her turn around.
Heart in her throat, she let Tom position her, feeling the press of his thick cock at her entrance. “This feels strange,” she admitted.
Tom worked himself inside her. “Easy, sweet girl. Slide down. That’s it.”
She shook as she braced on his hands. He helped her take him to the hilt. The angle was so deep, she felt like she was being split in two. When Tom lifted his hips, she wanted to die.
“Good?” Burke murmured.
“I feel him everywhere,” she panted. “So deep.”
Tom thrusted again, and she was shaking, a new release coiling tight. She braced against him, her legs open wide, exposing her to the room. James crawled up the bed between her legs, but instead of meeting her mouth with a kiss, he dropped his head and kissed her wet sex, dragging his tongue over her until she was crying out. He teased her bud with sharp flicks until she was ready to come apart.
Only when she was shaking with need did he straddle Tom’s legs, push her thighs apart, and slide his cock deep inside her in a single thrust.
Tom and Rosalie let out a strangled cry. She quivered with a feeling of such fullness, but it wasn’t enough. “Burke,” she whined, reaching out a hand. “I need you.”
Burke climbed on the bed beside them, ducking his head between her and James to suck on her breast, flicking her nipple with his tongue, teasing with his teeth. She dropped her hand to his cock. At the first contact, she sighed with happiness. She was touching them all at once, pleasuring them all. Her men, her lovers.Hers.
“Lie back against Tom,” James directed. “Tom, hold her.”
She let herself lean backwards, knowing Tom would catchher. He cradled her against his chest. The change in angle had them both groaning. Her eyes went wide as she realized what James was doing. At this angle she could—
“Burke, fuck her mouth,” said James. At the same time, he inched out and slammed in, making both her and Tom gasp.
Burke moved to the top of the bed, holding onto the frame with his good arm as he tapped Rosalie’s lips with his cock. She opened, letting him slide inside. She teased with her tongue, sucking a salty bead of come from the tip.
“So beautiful.” James flicked her bud with his thumb as he pounded into her. Tom could only hold on, keeping them both still as James had his way. Meanwhile, she choked on Burke’s cock, trying to take him deeper, suck him harder. Then James was falling forward, his mouth finding the base of Burke’s cock as Rosalie sucked the tip.
“Oh God—bloody hell—I can’t,” Burke panted, jerking his cock from their mouths and sinking back.
Rosalie protested, wanting his fullness, but then James was plunging his tongue into her mouth instead, claiming all her air as he rutted into her. “I’m going to—ah—” James cried out his release, his cock twitching inside her as he muttered her name. “I love you. My wife. My duchess.” He kissed down her chest as he pulled out of her.
Then Tom’s arms were around her, lifting her off him too. James’ release dripped out of her as Tom put her on all fours, slipping out from under her. Burke took his place behind her. He dragged his fingers through the combination of James’ and her release, licking his fingers before he plunged into her, sheathing himself to the hilt.
Rosalie’s arms shook as Burke began to move inside her, his hands gripping to her hips. James sat back, one leg off thebed as he watched. Then Tom was there, the letter gone, his cock still hard and proud, the tip glistening. “Do you want this cock, Rose? Do you want two at once?”
“Yes,” she panted, arching her neck as she reached for him, lips parted.
“She’s insatiable,” James murmured, smoothing a hand up Tom’s side.
“She’s our siren,” Burke grunted, pounding into her. His hand curled around her hip, slipping between her legs to rub sweet circles on her bud.
