Page 175 of His Grace, the Duke
She had the good sense to blush, using Burke as a shield when James glared at her.
“But I know your stubborn streak,” Burke went on. “And I know how much you love my mouth, so I rather assumed it would take you half a year to bend or break. Tom, the sly devil, bet he could break you by Christmas. I’ll put on a brave face and pretend this doesn’t wound my pride. The only balm will be to see you give in to him now.”
James blinked, glancing around at all of them, his eye landing on Tom. His surprise hardened into resolve as he reachedout a hand and grabbed Tom by the hair, jerking him forward. “How much money did you bet?” His voice was low, hungry.
“Ten pounds,” Tom replied, his hands on James’ hips, a smile tipping his lips.
“Is that all I’m worth to you?” James growled. “Perhaps I’ll make a bet of my own, then. I wager one hundred pounds I can go without this sweet mouth for a whole year.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Tom snarled, dropping his hand back down to stroke the hard length still concealed in James’ pants. “Admit it,Your Grace. You want me so badly you can hardly breathe. I feel your heart racing.” He leaned his face closer, licking James’ throat, his face dropping to James’ shoulder. “I taste your need, James. I want to taste more. And I have been more than patient. All I’ve ever wanted is to be yours. How much longer must I wait?”
James pushed him back, smoothing his hands over Tom’s tattooed chest and down his arms. He leaned in close and murmured loud enough for the others to hear, “I was ready to break the first night we were all together. The moment I saw your cock sliding inside my wife’s cunt, I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted to taste you both together.”
Tom whimpered. Rosalie did too. It was too much. She was shaking with need. Beside her, Burke was barely holding himself back.
“You will walk around my house tonight feeling me inside you,” James went on, wrapping his hand around Tom’s throat, brushing his thumb against his pulse. “You’ll laugh and charm my guests, you’ll dance with my duchess, and you’ll think of me all the while. Agreed?”
Tom wordlessly nodded.
“Good. Now, get on your knees, and show me what ten pounds is worth to you.”
Tom groaned, dropping like a stone to his knees. “Yes. Please,God. Own me, James. Ruin me.” He worked the fall of James’ pants, sliding them down his hips until James’ hard length was out and in Tom’s hand. Tom wasted no time, sinking his mouth onto James, swallowing him to the hilt.
“I can hardly bear it,” Burke murmured, his eyes locked on the thrusting of James’ hips against Tom’s face.
Rosalie understood his pain. They were heartachingly beautiful to watch. The trust, the longing. It engulfed them, daring to set Rosalie and Burke aflame too. Her men made her so happy.
“God, enough,” James panted, jerking himself out of Tom’s mouth. “Get on my fucking bed.”
Tom stumbled to his feet, working himself out of his boots and riding breeches. James stepped around him, striding purposefully straight for Rosalie, fire burning in his eyes.
Her own eyes went wide. “I’m sorry about the bet—”
He silenced her with a kiss, nearly tipping her off her feet with his need to dominate. She returned his kiss, her gloved hands smoothing over his bare shoulders. He broke first, gripping her by the hips to keep her standing. He captured her gaze, his own so intent it made her quiver. “I want to fuck Tom. Do you consent, wife?”
She nodded, her hands still on his shoulders. “Of course,” she whispered, finding her voice. “James, I love you and I love Tom. There is nothing you could do together that I would not desire. He has waited for you for so long. Go to him. Burke and I will be here.”
Next to her, Burke groaned.
James turned to look at him. “You want to join us.”
“Of course, I bloody well want to join you. My cock is hard as stone. I’ll frighten off your guests if I must go downstairs without relief.”
As if thinking it over, slowly, James nodded. “Give me a moment with him, then join.”
Burke sucked in a breath, glancing from Rosalie back to James. “Join you? What would you have me do?”
Surprising them both, James flashed him a smile. “If you really need instruction, perhaps its better if you just watch.” Not waiting for Burke to respond, he turned away, crossing the room back towards their waiting Tom.
James kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants to the floor, stepping out of them. Tom was waiting on the bed. With a dizzy smile, he sank backwards, rolling onto his stomach. Then James was behind him, his firm hands sliding over Tom’s naked hips. James dipped down, running his tongue over the curve of Tom’s arse. Beneath him, Tom quivered and groaned. James repeated his exploration on the other side.
“Turn over,” he muttered.
Tom glanced at him over his shoulder. “Are you sure?”
“Turn the fuck over, Tom,” James repeated, tugging at his hips.
Tom let himself be turned, his proud cock pointing in the air as he settled on his back, James standing between his spread legs. James slid his hands up Tom’s strong thighs, smoothing them over his hips, as he dropped to one knee.
