Page 84 of His Grace, the Duke
She glanced over her shoulder at Tom. The warmth of feeling in her eyes had him aching all over again. She raised a brow. “Tom?”
He stood there, looking at his future. There’d be no going back from this. He didn’t want to go back. “I want you both. I’m drowning in an ocean of need, and you are my air.”
With fresh tears in her eyes, Rosalie held out her hand.
Tom went eagerly, his pulse racing as Burke reached for him too, pulling him down on the sofa next to them.
Burke leaned in, his mouth inches away. “Tom.” He said his name like a prayer, infusing the word with a need that made Tom ache down to his very bones. “You have to stop me if I go too far or—”
“Shut up and kiss me,” Tom growled, crashing his lips against Burke’s. Each time felt more amazing than the last. Rosalie’s lips were so soft and tender. Burke’s were soft too, but there was nothing of tenderness, only raw passion. His hand curled tight in Tom’s hair, holding him close as he teased with his tongue. Tom opened to him. Burke tasted like whiskey and Rosalie. It was a heady combination that had fire burning through him, licking down his spine.
Then Rosalie’s hands were on him, sliding up his bare arms. Oh God, her soft lips were on his collarbone, his shoulder. Her sweet tongue traced the lines of the cross tattooed on his chest. Then she was kissing his neck, sucking at his pulse point. The sensation sent a cresting wave of desire straight to his cock.
Burke broke their kiss and pulled Rosalie off Tom, claiming her mouth with his own. He poured his passion into heruntil she was trembling. When he finally let her go, she was squirming on his lap, desperate to chase her own release. Burke gave a little chuckle. “Not yet, love. You looked too good on your knees. I want to feel your mouth on my cock while I make our darling Tom moan.”
Their perfect goddess was up for anything. With a smile, she slipped off his lap and helped Burke with his breeches. Tom watched as together they got him free. Burke’s cock was long and proud, the tip glistening. Rosalie smoothed her hands up his thighs as she sank down on him with her mouth.
Burke leaned back. He looked at Tom with such fire that Tom was sure he’d been scorched. “Give me your mouth, Tom.”
Careful of Rosalie, Tom pressed himself closer into Burke’s side and met him in another heated clash. As they kissed, a hand wrapped around Tom’s half-hardened cock. It wasn’t Rosalie’s hand.
“Bloody hell.” Tom broke the kiss, sinking back against the sofa as Burke stroked him. Tom looked down to see Burke matching his strokes to Rosalie’s movements.
With a growl, Tom slapped his hand away and dropped to all fours on the narrow sofa. It took some maneuvering, but he lowered himself until he could reach Burke’s cock. Rosalie smiled, lifting her mouth to just the tip, giving it a playful suck as Tom stroked the base with his tongue. Their mouths were close, sharing breath, as they teased Burke together. Tom’s own cock was painfully hard again.
“Touch yourselves,” Burke panted. “Please,God—come with me.”
Rosalie eagerly slid her fingers through her wetness, riding her hand as she moaned. Her sounds spurred Tom on, and hewrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it as he continued to lick and tease Burke. Rosalie shifted on her knees, reaching out blindly with one hand. Tom curled forward on the sofa, guiding her hand around his cock. She gave a little sigh of relief, working both her men together.
Burke’s hand was fisted in his hair, Rosalie’s hand was around his cock, and Tom’s mouth was pleasuring his best friend. He was gone. He was destroyed. With his heart fit to burst, he came again so hard he saw white spots dancing before his eyes. His release filled Rosalie’s hand, leaking between her fingers.
He groaned in ecstasy as Burke came too, thrusting his hips up against them. Rosalie opened her mouth on his tip and some of Burke’s warm release leaked down his shaft. Tom licked it up, letting the salty taste coat his tongue. Meanwhile, Rosalie pumped him with her hand until his legs were shaking. Then, in a move that had Tom ready to come all over again, Burke took Rosalie’s hand off Tom’s cock. Holding her by the wrist, his eyes on Tom, Burke raised her hand to his lips and licked Tom’s release off her fingers.
A piercing ache shot through him. He made a whimpering sound, wholly undone by the heat in Burke’s eyes. Then Rosalie was arching up, taking her own thumb in her mouth, tasting Tom with Burke. The pair of them sighed, ending their erotic feast with a hungry, open-mouthed kiss.
As Burke relaxed, his hand loosened in Tom’s hair, soothing him with slow strokes. The gentleness had Tom blinking back tears. He was afraid to move, knowing the moment he did this feeling of perfect happiness would begin slipping away.
Rosalie sagged back to the floor, resting her head onBurke’s thigh. She looked over at Tom and smiled before her eyes fluttered closed.
Burke was splayed out beneath them, one arm stretched along the back of the sofa. He hummed in contentment. “That was...”
“Yes,” Rosalie replied, placing a soft kiss on his leg.
“You were both perfection,” Burke muttered. “Tom, we should have done this years ago.”
Tom relaxed into him. “I’m glad we didn’t,” he admitted. He reached out and stroked Rosalie’s face. She leaned into his touch like a flower seeking sunlight. When she looked up at him, he smiled. “She was worth the wait.”
“Agreed.”
Rosalie smiled, turning her face into Tom’s hand to kiss his palm.
“I hope you don’t think we’re finished with you,” he said, tucking a dark strand of hair behind her ear.
She gave a little laugh. “My mouth begs to differ, sir. I wouldn’t be surprised if it bruises by morning.”
Even as she said the words, he noted the pleased smile she wore. She loved every second of it, the wanton goddess. She was perfect for them. He’d marry her this moment if he thought she’d ever say yes. Then they could spend every moment of the rest of their lives naked and happy.
He slipped off the sofa and sank down onto the floor behind her, wrapping her in his arms. He kissed her shoulder, her neck. “You were more than generous, sweet girl. This beautiful mouth is done for the rest of the night,” he said, tracing the shape of her lips with his fingers. “We don’t need it for what I have planned.”
