Page 55 of Enticement
Ross’s verbal ability had been reduced to ecstatic sobs.
“Preparing him.”
“What for?” She knew the answer, but she still had to ask.
“Something I should have done six years ago.”
“Now you’re just being deliberately obtuse.”
“Why don’t you tell her, Ross?” Kit’s hand curled around Ross’s shoulder.
Evie stopped craning her neck as Ross’s whispered words tickled against her neck. “He’s fucking me… Oh, hell that’s good.”
“We’re not there yet. That’s just the warm up. Let me give you the real thing.”
She might not have felt the sensations as Kit popped Ross’s anal cherry, but Evie vicariously revelled in Ross’s pleasure as, open mouthed, he greedily licked and bit at the skin between her shoulder blades. She suddenly wished for mirrored wardrobe doors, just so that she could watch. “Is he inside you?”
“Almost.” Ross’s voice was way up high, a breathy, flighty little squeak. “Oh, Evie, I can’t describe it. It feels as if he’s fucking right through me into you.” His cock bucked inside her at his words. Kit surged forward, forcing them all up the bed. Evie tightened her grip upon the headboard.
“That’s it. Come on…easy…you can take this all.”
Ross gripped her hips, keeping a tight hold so he stayed deep inside her as he tentatively eased himself back to meet Kit’s forward motion.
It was never going to last long. The perspiration dripping off Ross scalded her with its heat. Expletives flew from his lips in staggered gasps. Control, if there’d been much to begin with, completely fled the field. He bucked into her. He drove himself back against Kit, clearly lost to anything but the sensations flooding his senses.
Evie frantically rubbed her clit, determined to share the pleasure of release with him. Based on Kit’s low moans he was chasing release too.
In the end, it was her climax that finished Ross off, her muscles clasping his cock tight. Completely overcome with the sheer ebullient joy of the moment, Ross cried out, before crashing against her, spent and weak. Freed of Kit’s grasp, his cock now limp, Ross rolled on to his back. “If I ever wake up and find I can still walk we’re going to do that again, and again…and again.” His eyelids closed.
Kit gently mussed his hair and then took her by the hand. “Come on, let’s shower. I think lover boy needs some rest.” They coated one another in soap suds, then gave each other vigorous rub downs with the terry towels to dry off, before sliding back into bed on either side of Ross.
It felt weird to wake together the next morning. Kit’s presence in the bed had overridden Ross’s dislike of physical contact while he slept. There simply wasn’t space for them all to have their own segregated spaces. Instead, they slept spooned together, arms and legs all entangled. Sunday followed a simple pattern, sex, breakfast, table sex, shower—Ross blowing Kit on bended knees, followed by the rumpling of the freshly made bed, then dinner and a film before an evening chock full of sex.
Evie fell into bed dead on her feet, and slept snuggled between Ross and Kit’s hot, lean bodies, a position she found it damned hard to rouse herself from when the alarm started shrieking on Monday morning.
Ross rolled out of bed on the third beep and staggered towards the bathroom, making zombie noises. Evie hit snooze and pulled the duvet over her head to guard against the daylight. Everything ached, but she couldn’t stop smiling thinking about what they’d done together. The alarm went off again. This time Kit silenced it. Then he gently blew across her ear.
“Stop it.” Evie hunched her shoulders trying to block the irritation. Instead of backing off, Kit’s lips closed upon her earlobe.
“It’s time to wake up.”
“It so isn’t.” Why the hell couldn’t the working week start on a Wednesday? “You get up,” she grumbled when he continued the tease.
“Babe, I’m already up.”
“Really?” Despite the lethargy gripping her limbs, arousal sparked at the thought of him standing eager. Kit shuffled closer so that he spooned her back, and his cock rubbed into the crevice between the cheeks of her bottom. A low, tired groan escaped from her throat, transforming in the process into a sigh of longing. She grew wet with arousal, wet and eager, even though the fuzzy warmth of sleep still held her in a tenacious grip.
“How about I help rouse you a little?” Without pausing for a response, Kit slung an arm over her hip and brushed his fingers through the V of curls that covered her mons.
“Kit, I’m knackered.” She gave another low moan, aware that she ought to get up. Maureen would give her hell if she strolled in late and could only offer a weekend of total debauchery as an excuse. Her boss, the sister-in-law of Melton Manor’s owners, considered near or total death the only valid reason for not being in work and on time. “I can’t be late.”
“Best get up then.” He hauled the covers off her and smacked her naked rump, before rolling on to his back. “Guess I’ll just have to play with this little triumph of nature all alone.”
She immediately rolled over. Kit lay with one hand clasped behind his mussed up bed hair, the other was stretched surreptitiously towards her half-open sock drawer, where a bottle of lube poked out from between the jumble of mismatched socks.
“I have to work.”
“Yup,” he agreed. “Best get dressed.”
