Page 80 of A Gentleman's Wager

“Are you certain?” He thrust against her, so the crown of him prodded at her hole.

“What you did to Mark was wicked.”

He chuckled. “It was no more than he deserved, and he’s likely never spent so hard in his life.”

“Stop pushing your luck,” she hissed, too distracted by the pressure of his cock to pay Lucerne more than passing attention. “Vaughan!”

“I think you want me to-”

“You’re absurd.”

“And yet,” he kissed her neck. “You’re still here. Admit it feels good. That you’re tempted. It’s what I do to him, you know.”

She gasped. That could not possibly be true. And yet…

“He keens like an angel when I’m inside of him.”

Bella’s breath caught. Lucerne stood nude and magnificent before her. His skin painted with shadows, and his cock hugging his abdomen. He watched them with a curiously beatific smile upon his lips.

“I claim first taste.” Vaughan punctuated his words with kisses across the back of her neck and shoulders. Then he entered her pussy, making her gasp. Lucerne watched them a moment. His arousal unmistakeable. Did he wonder at the easiness with which she allowed it? She must have seemed to give herself to her rival far too readily. Then again, this coupling between the three of them had been at his behest.

He moved forward to join them. With a single caress, he massaged Vaughan’s prick and her nubbin. As if the touch had been a signal, Vaughan instantly withdrew. The two men sank to their knees either side of her, pulling her down to the carpet between them. They nipped, and kissed, and caressed, until it was nigh impossible to determine one man’s touch from the other. Lucerne’s prick poked her in the stomach. Vaughan’s quickly found its way between her cheeks again.

“We could take you one after another, but that won’t be half so much fun as the alternative.”

“Which is?”

Vaughan rolled his hips, and their intention became all too apparent. Together. They would fuck her both at once.

Lucerne smiled. “What do you think? Are you game? I promise, I won’t let him hurt you, and the small measure of initial discomfort will be more than worth it.”

“You’re asking me to allow him to put his cock in my bottom.”

“I did warn you that he’s no saint,” Vaughan remarked drolly.

Lucerne stroked down her spine to her tailbone, then fanned his hands over her bottom and pulled the cheeks apart. “Fingers first to prepare you a little.”

Bella tensed as he touched her pucker.

“Relax,” he whispered, and she surprised herself by doing exactly that. Lucerne wetted his fingers between her thighs, then slipped a digit past the ring of muscle. She gasped into his shoulder and sucked on his skin as he began to stretch and stroke her inside. She’d protested Vaughan’s attempt to take her thus up to this point, but what about now? She trusted Lucerne far more than she trusted the marquis—he was so much gentler than Vaughan—still, that didn’t mean she was ready to see herself impaled upon a thick cock in such a tender area. Not to mention there was something distinctly taboo about such an act. For starters, it was most definitely illegal. Didn’t they preach against it in church too?

The sweet scent of almonds filled the air. Something viscous trickled into the cleft between her cheeks and pooled around the entrance to her bottom. Vaughan pressed in closer, his cock replacing Lucerne’s fingers.

“Please, I… I’m not sure. I don’t know.”

Lucerne’s smile offered her reassurance. His kisses made for a white-hot distraction as Vaughan continued to press. She fought for breath. Clutched at Lucerne with her eyes screwed tight. The crown of his cock went in.

Jesus, it felt wrong.

“A little more,” Vaughan urged.

“No. I can’t. It’s too much. I can’t do this.” Tears prickled in her eyes, ready to spill.

“Breathe,” he encouraged.

“Try to relax,” Lucerne urged, as Vaughan pressed into her. “Try, it’ll be worth it. I promise.”

Relaxing was not easy. She was too aware of how stretched the assault made her feel. All her instincts were screaming at her to push him out.