Page 71 of Lords of Misrule
“What do you want for Christmas?” I grin at him.
“Uh…” He pauses, smiling a little. “I can’t think when you’re like this. Never fucking gets old.” He kisses me again and then blinks like he’s trying to focus. “Remember that fantasy you had early on? The one you confessed shortly after we got together.”
The knowing look he gives me makes all the heat in my body pool low.
“A secret fantasy?” I can hear the interest and amusement in Finn’s voice.
“Yes,” I answer, watching Hudson’s expression turn mischievous.
“I was thinking here in front of the fire on Christmas. That’s kind of like one of those sweet holiday movies, right?”
I laugh. “A version of it I guess.”
“I think we should try it. On the rug there. It’d be perfect. Them and then me to finish you off.”
“What’s the fantasy?” Rowan asks.
Hudson nods for me to tell them.
“When I first ran into you all—last year at the professor’s house. I had a fantasy about you fucking me face down on the ground. Taking turns.”
“Oh fuck…” Finn mutters, and I can tell he loves that idea. A sound of approval from Rowan and Hudson smirks at me.
“She can suck Rowan off while you fuck her Finn. But I want to be the one that finishes her off.” Hudson flashes them both a warning look and then turns to me. “And you don’t get off. No touching yourself. No Finn touching you. I get to do that tonight.” I nod my agreement, biting my lip when I smile. I love this side of him.
Hudson grins in return. “Good. Go.”
I kneel down on the floor and wait for Rowan and Finn to finish stripping while I watch. It’s a sight I will never ever get tired of—all the tattoos and muscle. Every single inch of them that still makes my heart flutter like I have a schoolgirl crush.
Rowan sits down on the floor in front of me and I lean in to kiss him. His hand wraps around the back of my neck as he kisses me roughly and I brace myself on his thighs.
“We’re gonna have to do that chasing thing again Duchess. But next time I’m not giving you a head start. And when I catch you, I’m gonna fuck you right there in the snow,” he whispers against my lips when we pause to catch our breath.
“I think I might need that.”
“I know you do.” His lips twist with amusement. “Right now I need your mouth on me though. Feel this pretty little tongue all over my cock.” His thumb presses between my lips and over the tip of my tongue.
I lick my way over the pad of it and then bend down, taking him in my mouth just as I feel Finn’s hands on my inner thighs. His fingers brush lightly over me and then he presses gently to get me to spread for him.
Finn leans over me, kissing his way down my spine and over my ass until he nips at my thigh and squeezes my hips.
“Love this view, Duchess.” His fingers brush between my legs, testing to make sure I’m wet enough before he slides inside. A small groan of approval when he feels me clench down on him. “The way you feel though… So fucking good.”
I take Rowan deeper as Finn starts to fuck me and his fingers thread through my hair, massaging my scalp and pulling on my hair in intervals. Rowan mutters curses when I use my tongue to hit every last spot he likes. It’s one of my favorite parts about being on my knees for him—that I know exactly what he likes, when he likes it, and I can have him wrapped around my finger in a few moments.
“Fuck, yes. Like that. That’s my perfect little whore.” Rowan’s eyes shutter as he praises me, and I work harder to bring him to the edge as I feel his fingers twist in my hair.
Finn continues to fuck me, his pace picking up and his hands massaging my ass and hips as he works me over, careful to follow the rules and not to do any of things he knows I normally need to come.
I glance over at Hudson and his shirt is off and his pants are undone as he strokes his cock. His tongue darts out over his lip and he squeezes the head of his cock once before he lets go. He runs his hands over his thighs and stretches his fingers trying to distract himself. I can tell how desperate he is to fuck me, and it spurs me on, wanting to give us both our fantasy tonight—knowing how much he loves watching the guys fuck me first.
“Fuck. I’m going to come,” Rowan warns a few moments later. “Want me to come on your tongue, Duchess?”
“Only me tonight.” Hudson barks out and my eyes snap to his. They’re dark with lust and I don’t know if Hudson’s going to be able to give me the gentle sex he promised earlier. But the Hudson that’s picked up tricks from Rowan is just as fun, even if it’s a rarer version.
I watch Rowan flash Hudson an annoyed look, but he pulls away from me and I use my hands to finish him off—his eyes closing as he curses through it. Finn lets out a muted groan and pulls out of me a second later, the sound of his hand working his cock before I feel the warmth of him at my back a moment later.
“Fuck me.” He groans, his hands sliding over my hips and his thumb rubbing back and forth over my skin as he catches his breath.
