Page 81 of A Gentleman's Wager
“Please, Bella.” The urgency in Vaughan’s voice made her heart quicken. He really wanted this – really wanted her. She tilted her hips to ease his entry, and he slid deeper. She would go mad if he moved. Her insides felt over full, as if the slightest thrust would tear her apart.
“Please, gently.”
Vaughan held himself still, while Lucerne supported her, kissing her softly until gradually, her muscles stopped fighting and a different urge took root. Cautiously, she rocked back against the intrusion. Damn, that seemed to strike a lance straight through to her nub, creating a heavy sweet pleasure that outweighed the discomfort tenfold.
“That’s right. Move for me,” Vaughan encouraged, beginning to match her movements with those of his own. She near swooned, light-headed from the joy of it. Animalistic grunts fast replaced her urgent gasps, while she clove faster and tighter to Lucerne, revelled in the sensation of being caught betwixt them. Vaughan’s thrusts matched the pistoning of her hips, while Lucerne’s cock leaked sticky pearls over her skin.
“Bring me off,” she pleaded, seeking Lucerne’s hand, then guiding it between her thighs. He touched her in all the right places, in precisely the right way, turning her body in to liquid fire. Sensation after sensation, ripple upon ripple of pleasure coursed through her. She wanted more. Couldn’t seem to get enough. “Lucerne,” she begged, hardly able to articulate what she desired.
“I believe that’s your cue to fuck the lass.”
Vaughan words might be characteristically blunt, but his cock was hard, and his language didn’t change the fact that his breaths were coming as urgently as hers.
“Is that what you wish, Bella? You seemed uncertain before. Do you want both of us together?”
“Yes. Yes…” This was not the moment for him to be the courteous lord.
“Vaughan,” he bade as he moved into position between Bella’s thighs. The marquis briefly stilled his movement, allowing Lucerne to nudge his way into her puss.
Briefly it occurred to her to wonder if they would both fit and if she would faint with the effort of it. Neither man was small, and Vaughan’s thick member already filled her to distraction.
Taking care not to upset their precarious balance, Lucerne entered her slowly, inching his way in until he was as equally deep seated as Vaughan. Then, as they began to move in unison, Bella’s sense of reality fled. All she knew was the haze of sensation. It gripped her from nipples to nose, from crown through pelvis and right into her toes. Vaughan’s sharp breathing heated her skin. Lucerne’s eyes were glazed. She mewled into his shoulder, clinging to him as they ground into her front and back. When Vaughan snaked his hand forwards from her hip and encircled the base of Lucerne’s prick, she knew how ardently it affected him. The pulse of his excitement rolled right through her, even as she heard the rasp of his indrawn breath. She sensed too that they could feel one another, their pricks separated inside of her by what felt like a very thin barrier.
As the edges between the three of them began to blur, Bella was no longer able to distinguish between the two sources of her pleasure. Her body jolted to an instinctive rhythm, trying to keep pace with the cock in her arse and the one in her quim. She drowned in a waterfall of light, as her climax pulsed through her back and front with equal force. Tears rolled down her cheeks and fell like scalding raindrops onto her breasts. She screamed, quietened, then cried out again. Vaughan groaned her name as he bucked wildly. Then swore though clenched teeth and bit her shoulder to stifle himself as he spent.
Lucerne came last, pulling free of her cunt before he erupted over her stomach and thighs.
The three of them laughed, and tumbled into a pile, all equally spent and soiled. After a moment, Lucerne produced a kerchief and gently mopped her.
“Well, was that enough, or more than enough?” Vaughan asked.
Bella curled up on her side. Too dazed to be catty, she admitted, “It was ecstasy. It was almost too much. What else can I say?”
Vaughan smiled thoughtfully. “That I understand your needs better than you do yourself.”
The notion that might be true, prickled some deep place inside of her and threatened to make her hackles rise.
“Leave her be,” Lucerne warned. He kissed Bella by the ear. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I know I did. Vaughan is just jealous because he wasn’t in the middle.”
“Kiss my arse, Lucerne.” Vaughan stuck his thumb up between his index and middle fingers.
“Ah, I think I hit a sore point.”
Vaughan sneered. Then turning his back, he reached over to the table for the bowl of crystallised ginger. He swallowed a piece and fed one to Bella. Lucerne laughed. “Go ahead, feign indifference. I know the truth.”
“Now who’s goading?” Vaughan’s dark eyes flashed with ire. Then he rose to his feet. “Buona notte. If the shagging’s done, I’m going to bed.”
-47-
Bella
When Bella went down to breakfast the following morning, she found Lucerne alone at the table, nursing a cup of tea, with his empty plate pushed aside.
“You’re up early today,” he remarked as she peeped under the lids of the silverware.
“No, I’m always up at this time. You’re the one who usually breakfasts at ten along with Louisa.” She heaped eggs onto a plate, along with some toasted bread and a slice of seed cake. The marmalade already sat upon the table.
An amused smile was playing around Lucerne’s lips when she joined him. “I sense a criticism of my habits.”
