Page 41 of Lords of Misrule
“Good.”
“You want to tell us what you want, or you just want us to take it?” I ask because I want to be sure we’re playing the game she wants.
Her eyes meet mine, full of lust and maybe even more importantly the trust she has in us—in me. “Take it. How you want.”
I roll my lower lip between my teeth and tilt my head. “What she wants, she gets. Especially Christmas morning. You don’t like something, or you want us to stop, you just say Santa, got it?”
“Santa. Got it.” She grins, taking a sip of the coffee before Rowan takes it from her and puts it back on the nightstand.
I slide onto the bed, ditching the candy before grabbing her and pulling her into my lap. She’s only in an oversized T-shirt and panties, and Rowan’s hands go for them immediately. He drags them down her legs while I lift her shirt up over her head and toss it to the side. I pull the mask up just enough that my lips can creep up her spine and around the side of her throat. She gasps at the contact and then lets out a soft moan when I start to suck on the flesh at the base of her throat, leaning back against me as she spreads her legs.
I cup both of her breasts, running her nipples between my index fingers and thumbs while Rowan crawls between her thighs. He spreads them wider, and her lashes flutter open again, so she can watch him as he lays her out. He pulls his mask up like I have and runs his tongue through the wetness already coming after just a few touches.
“So fucking dirty for us, Duchess,” I whisper against her ear. “You want us both this morning?”
“Yes,” she whispers back, sucking in a breath a second later when he sucks on her clit. One of her hands threads through Rowan’s hair, and the other slides behind her back and down between us where she palms me through my sweats.
“Setting up our stockings like that. All so you can get what you want for Christmas. Clever.” I pinch one of her nipples, and she moans softly, her head lulling back against my shoulder as she rolls her hips toward Rowan’s face. I’m jealous he gets to taste her first, but she’s so sweet and so desperate right now that I don’t know if I could restrain myself the way he is.
“I thought it was.” A small smirk forms on her face.
“What’d you put in Hudson’s?”
“You mean he’s not coming too?” I can tell she’s kidding and the way her eyes drift down to Rowan I know she’s done it on purpose. He pulls away from her, raising an eyebrow as he sits back on his heels.
“You’re going to pay for that one.”
“Counting on it,” she sasses back, and I grin against her skin before I kiss her. Glancing up to see Rowan’s eyes darken.
He grabs her jaw and then pulls the candy cane out of the cup where he stashed it. He slides it over her tongue.
“Suck,” he demands, and she does, swirling her tongue over it and taking it deeper each time like she’s taunting him. Right before she bites the tip off, crunching it between her teeth as another grin forms. His grip on her jaw tightens, and he takes the candy cane away from her, biting off a piece himself. He chews for a moment while he studies her. Then his fingers slip down, and he pulls her forward by her neck.
“If you’re gonna be a brat, we’ll have to fuck some sense into you. Turn around.” She does as he says, backing her ass up against him and winking at me as she does it. “Pull Finn’s cock out.”
She looks to me for permission, and I nod. Her hands are there a second later, greedily stroking over me and bending down to lick the precum off the tip. I groan and close my eyes, letting my head fall back against the headboard. She sucks me tentatively, like she’s teasing me, and I hear Rowan grunt his disapproval.
I open my eyes just in time to see him wrap a fistful of her hair around his hand and press her forward. She takes my cock deep then, so deep I can feel the back of her throat, and he guides her mouth over me. Back and forth at a punishing pace until I feel her gag and see the tears start to form in her eyes.
“Charlotte?” I ask, her eyes meeting mine before she hums a little noise of approval. “Fuuuuck me.” I groan at the way it vibrates along my cock.
“Spread your legs for me,” he demands, and she follows his order. He lets go of her then, sliding back on the bed, admiring her body from a new angle.
She pulls back off my cock for a second and looks up at me, still stroking me. “I love how big you are. How you feel in my mouth.”
Rowan takes his gloves off, tossing them to the side before his hand comes down hard on her ass. She grunts against the pain, her hand momentarily tightening around my cock.
“Fuck…” she mutters, closing her eyes tight before she opens them again and gives me a conspiratorial look. “That wasn’t hard enough. Try again?”
The grin on Rowan’s face looks positively evil, and he smacks her on the other side. He pulls his pants down then, stroking his cock before he lines up against her.
“You want this tight cunt full of my cock while you suck him off?”
“Yes. Please,” she begs before her tongue slides over me again.
“I want something in return though,” he says as he slides his fingers over her clit, and her hips buck at the contact.
“Anything,” she murmurs before she sucks on the tip of my cock again.
