Page 42 of Lords of Misrule
“I want to show Finn what we’ve been working on.” A devious grin spreads across Rowan’s face when my eyes snap up to his. “Drawer.” He nods to the nightstand, and I open it.
Inside is an anal vibrator, and I glance down at her, raising a brow.
“She wants to take us both at the same time. So we’ve been working her up to it,” Rowan explains.
Her cheeks heat, and she stops for a minute to look up into my eyes, pulling away to speak. “If you want to. I just thought—”
“Yes. Fuck yes,” I answer because I don’t need an explanation. The idea of her taking us both has me so fucking turned on I can’t handle thinking about it more. I just want to do whatever she wants—whatever she needs to make it happen for her.
“See, Duchess, I told you he’d like it. The thought of you being so fucking full of us both.”
I hand her the vibrator and lube, and she hands it back to him. Her lashes flutter again when she turns back to me, a shy smile plays at her lips before she takes me in her mouth again.
“I can’t imagine a woman more perfect than you. This body. This mouth. How sweet you are to us,” I run the backs of my knuckles against her cheek, and she takes me deep, using her tongue and her mouth to work me over as Rowan slides inside her. I watch as he lubes her and the toy up, pressing it gently against her ass and turning it on. I can tell the moment she feels it because she sucks on me even harder, moaning as her hand tightens around me.
“Oh fuck…” I mutter, my fingers raking through her hair and tightening, pulling her back gently. “Careful or I’ll come before I get my turn inside that sweet little pussy, and I need it.”
She gives me a sheepish look and pulls back again, teasing the tip of my cock and stroking me just gently enough to keep me on the edge. I watch Rowan slide the toy inside her slowly, adding more lube and watching for her reaction. He’s fucking her so slowly and gently it’s almost hard to believe it’s him. But he’s just as fucked up over her as I am, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. Desperate to please her and give her any little thing she wants so long as she keeps her big green eyes on us.
We stay like that for several minutes, him warming her up slowly until she can take the whole toy and she’s bucking back against him desperately begging for more of it and his cock.
“You ready?” I slide my fingers under her chin, and she pulls back and nods.
“I want to hear you say it, Duchess.”
“I’m ready. I want both of you. Now.”
I lose my pants and Rowan follows suit, tossing his mask to the floor. When I climb back on the bed she straddles me, lining herself up before she takes my cock. Her whole body shudders, and she gasps when she’s full of me.
“Fuck your cock is so big, Finn.” She raises her hips and slides over me once, twice, and braces her hands on my shoulders. “I don’t know how you’ll both fit.”
Twenty-Three
Charlotte
Finn’s dick always feels a little too big until I’m too lost in fucking him to remember. But right now with my nerves on edge over taking them both, and hopefully not being a complete mess while we do it has me clenching down so tight, I can’t imagine anything else. I’m too full as it is. But Rowan’s hands are on my back, running down my spine, little circles of reassurance before they go firm and press me forward.
“You can do it, Duchess. You can do it for us. Just think about how good it’s going to feel when we’re both inside, filling you up.” Rowan’s mouth trails its way down my neck and then he nips his way along my shoulder.
I roll my hips to slide over Finn’s dick again, and it already feels so good I can’t imagine more. At least until Rowan slides a lubed finger inside, and I gasp.
“Oh my god. Oh fuck.” I murmur as he starts to move it, adding another to the mix as Finn takes one of my nipples in his mouth.
“You like that? The way it feels when you let me have this?” Rowan whispers against my ear.
“Yes.”
“Good. I need this, Duchess. Need to know I was the first you let have this. So perfect and tight for me. The first time we share like this.”
“This is your first like this?” I ask, shocked because Rowan had always made it seem like they did this on the regular. I look to Finn because while I trust Rowan, I know Finn couldn’t lie to me.
“Never like this.” Finn shakes his head, his hand cradling my jaw before he kisses me. It’s long and slow like he wants to remind me of the things he has that Rowan doesn’t. The parts of me he owns in ways Rowan can’t.
I roll my hips and take him deeper as Finn’s tongue tangles with mine, and I feel Rowan’s cock slide through the generous amount of lube he’s used. I brace my hands on Finn’s shoulders as Rowan starts to slide in, so slow and careful it’s almost like he’s channeling Finn.
“Oh fuck me, Duchess. You’re so fucking tight. Like a fucking vice. Fucking fuck.” Rowan groans.
I take deep breaths and start to slide down slowly on his cock, gradually letting myself adjust to the sensation of having them both. Finn’s mouth slides over my jaw and throat, and Rowan’s hand massages my hip.
