Page 117 of His Grace, the Duke
“Wait,” Burke said, sinking onto the bed behind them. He pulled back on Tom’s hips, taking hold of his cock. Tom groaned, and it only took Rosalie a moment to realize Burke was slipping on a French letter.
As soon as it was on, Tom lifted her hips and slid home, filling her with a thrust. He adjusted his position, curling his hand under her thigh to spread her wider, letting his cock sink deeper. She shivered, gripping his hips, as he touched a point deep inside.
“Yes,” Tom rasped. “Feel you there, sweet girl.” He pressed in again, and she clenched tighter. “Right there. God, your cunt is my heaven. Burke, please.”
Burke shifted on the bed behind them. “Need to stretch you out,” he muttered at Tom’s shoulder. “I don’t want my thick cock to damage this sweet arse.”
Tom buried his face in Rosalie’s shoulder, his whole body going still.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” she whispered. “Tell me how it feels.”
“I have a finger inside him,” Burke muttered.
“More,” said Tom. “Feels so good—ah—”
“Two fingers,” Burke said with a smirk. “Move, Tom. Fuck my hand and fuck our girl.”
With a growl, Tom thrust into her once, twice.
She couldn’t contain her smile, as turned on by Tom’s cock inside her as she was by Burke taking him for the first time.
“Please, Burke,” Tom whined. “Please, I’m ready. Stop teasing me and give me what I need.”
Burke shifted into position, gripping tight to Tom’s hip. Rosalie felt Tom’s cock twitch when Burke penetrated him.
“God,yesss,” Tom said in a hiss, moving his hips in little thrusts.
“Not yet,” Burke panted. “Not—almost—holy hell, you’re so tight.”
“It’s been a while,” Tom huffed, trying to control his breathing.
“Christ, I’m in.” Burke folded over them.
“Move, Burke,” he said. “You have to move. Own me.”
“Own us both,” Rosalie pleaded.
Wasting no time, Burke began thrusting. It was a wholly new sensation for Rosalie to be so weighed down by the press of her men, feeling one moving inside her as the result of the other moving insidehim. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of union she felt in their arms.
Shifting her leg let Tom sink in a little deeper. She cried out, feeling new glorious friction. “Harder,” she panted. “Please, take us harder.”
Burke grabbed hold of Tom’s hips and began to rut, slamming into Tom hard enough to have Rosalie inching back on the bed.
“Yes,” she cried, feeling every muscle in Tom’s body go tense. “God, please—don’t stop—”
Burke adjusted his position, taking one arm and wrapping it around Tom’s throat, pulling him back until they were both nearly upright. It was all Tom could do to grab hold of her hips and tip them up to keep himself buried inside her. Something about the change in angle had her seeing stars. Her entire body coiled tight, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Wave after wave of release crested through her, sending a ripple effect through her entire body. She gripped tight to Tom’s cock as she leapt from the height of her ecstasy, willing to take them both crashing down with her.
Tom came first, all but collapsing on top of her, his arms and legs useless for holding his weight. A few more thrusts and Burke was gone, spilling his seed inside his friend.
Rosalie opened her eyes to see both her men euphoric on top of her.
“You’re both mine now,” Burke panted. “All mine.”
“Yours,” Rosalie echoed, smoothing the hair off Tom’s sweaty brow.
“We’ve been yours,” Tom replied.
Rosalie didn’t miss the happy, sated smile that flashed across Burke’s face.
