Page 26 of Prelude of Love (Harmony of Hearts #6)

Chapter Sixteen

EARLY

I loved the gorgeous sight of Chance trapped between us, his breathing ragged as he fought to control himself.

“Fuck,” he whimpered, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

“Tell us what you want,” I purred, trailing my fingers up his chest.

“I want both of you.”

Duke’s rich baritone rumbled next to Chance’s ear. “Be specific. Paint a picture of what you need.”

Chance’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I want to be between you, taking Duke’s cock while I’m buried balls-deep inside Early.”

“Then show me what you can do for Early,” Duke ordered, his voice pure sin. “Make it good.”

“That’s right, hon,” I encouraged with a teasing lilt. “Show us your famous rock-star moves. ”

I ran my fingers through Chance’s hair, pulling him down for another heated kiss.

His lips parted as I teased my tongue against his.

A soft moan escaped him as Duke’s fingers made quick work of his buttons from behind, sliding the shirt off his shoulders to reveal his defined body. The rest of his clothes followed.

“So beautiful,” I murmured, breaking the kiss to trail my lips down his neck. His hands found my hips, tugging me closer with a confidence that made me grin.

Chance’s fingers danced along the hem of my shirt before sliding underneath. “I’m gonna make you feel so good you forget your own name.”

“Those are bold promises from someone who hasn’t even gotten me naked yet,” I teased, lifting my arms to help him remove my shirt.

His hands mapped my chest with reverent exploration, thumbs brushing over my nipples before undressing me. “I’m only getting started. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for more.”

The sound of Duke stripping made Chance pause. My husband pressed his naked body against Chance’s back, and I delighted in how Chance’s eyes went wide, his breath catching as Duke’s impressive length nestled against his ass. “Holy shit, you’re huge .”

I smirked, knowing exactly what Chance was feeling. If I wasn’t such a size queen, Duke’s size would have been difficult to endure for so many years.

Chance pushed against Duke. “I can take it while I make Early scream.”

Having two powerful alphas focused on me gave me an intoxicating high. I put on a deliberate show of getting positioned in bed. “Come and get me.”

“Pin him down,” Duke ordered.

Chance pounced with eager grace, pressing my wrists into the mattress above my head. The solid weight of him sparked my arousal higher.

“That’s good,” Duke praised, and Chance’s face brightened like he had won a Grammy. “Now, kiss down his neck, but don’t mark him. Not yet.”

Quick to obey, Chance dragged hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat as Duke joined us on the bed. We traded three-way kisses, tongues sliding together while hands roamed over bare skin. I arched up, putting on a shameless display as they touched me everywhere.

Chance broke our kiss to glance at Duke, who watched with smoldering intensity. “Planning on sitting on the sidelines all night?”

Duke’s voice rumbled with authority. “Don’t worry about me. Focus on pleasing Early.”

A wicked grin spread across Chance’s face as he turned back to me. “I can do that.” His thumbs circled my nipples as his mouth worked lower. He explored with kisses and caresses as he moved south, leaving no inch of skin unexplored .

“Such a tease.” I squirmed as his breath ghosted over my aching erection.

Chance paused, looking back at Duke with questioning eyes. My husband nodded his approval, clearly pleased by Chance seeking permission.

The hesitation vanished as Chance wrapped his lips around my erection with enthusiastic skill. I moaned, knowing how much both men would enjoy the vocal feedback. My fingers tangled in Chance’s soft hair as he took me deeper.

Duke retrieved lube and condoms from the nightstand, handing supplies to Chance while keeping one condom for himself. “Get him ready.”

Chance set his condom aside, flipping open the lube. He kept up his talented oral attention while slicking his fingers to press inside, working me open with careful attention.

“Oh, fuck ,” I gasped, tugging at his hair. “Looks like you’re not all talk after all. I love when cocky promises have the talent to back them up.”

Duke’s approving rumble joined my moans. “That’s it. Just like that.” His guidance spurred Chance to double his efforts. It had been too long since we’d invited someone to join us, and Chance was proving himself more than worthy of the invitation.

Chance slid down my shaft and back, his tongue dancing in ways that made me writhe beneath him.

I lost count of how many fingers he had added to ready me at the same time.

He was too talented, and my body was too focused on the fierce pleasure of being stretched wide while he worshiped my dick with exquisite skill.

After grabbing the abandoned bottle of lube, Duke positioned himself behind Chance. His eyes locked onto mine, a silent conversation passing between us that we had reached the moment we’d been building toward.

“Is this what you want?” Duke asked, his voice low and husky, as he circled Chance’s entrance with slick fingers.

Chance moaned around my erection, which was still buried deep in his mouth.

The vibration of his moan sent a shiver through me, and I arched up with a cry, thrusting into his mouth.

He let me slide even deeper without a gag. His mouth was a warm, wet heaven.

“You’ll love this,” I promised as Duke prepared Chance with deliberate care. “Having Duke inside you is like nothing else. It’s like the entire world narrows down until nothing exists beyond where your bodies connect.”

Duke’s fingers moved slowly, carefully, making sure Chance was ready for his considerable size. I loved seeing Duke behind Chance, his large frame towering over the younger man. I couldn’t wait for the next part, for Duke to slide inside Chance.

As Chance continued to suck me off, my orgasm built with startling speed. He zeroed in on my most sensitive spots, giving me a wet swirl of his tongue that damn near broke me. “I’m close,” I warned, giving him the option to stop if he wanted.

Duke wasn’t feeling so generous. “Make him come, Chance. Swallow everything.”

Chance hollowed his cheeks and took me to the root, his nose brushing against my trimmed hair as his fingers curled.

“Fuck. That’s the spot. Right there,” I begged.

He gave me what I asked for, expertly teasing me until I couldn’t take any more. I cried out his name as I tumbled over the edge, my body shuddering with pleasure as Chance obeyed by swallowing my cum.

I caught my breath as Chance licked me clean. As good as it was, I craved more. Then again, I always did with sex. And with Duke and Chance, we were only getting started.

As Chance finished, Duke guided him upward, rewarding him with a possessive kiss. I watched, mesmerized, as they shared my taste, their tongues moving together in an erotic display. I cursed my body’s inability to harden again so quickly after my release.

“Mmm, you taste so good on his tongue, Duchess,” Duke murmured, his fingers still moving inside Chance. “Tell us how much you love the way Duchess’s pleasure tastes, Chance.”

“I love it,” he confessed. “I could blow him all day, every day, and never tire of drinking him down. ”

My voice turned playfully provocative. “And what’s next for Chance and me, hon? Will you let him have his way with me, or do you have other plans?”

Duke slid his fingers out, pressing his arousal against Chance’s ass. “Can you handle more, Chance?” he asked in a commanding tone.

His response was immediate. “Hell yeah, fuck me,” he growled, his body arching back against Duke’s body.

My husband chuckled. “Remember, you’re not the one in control here. I am. And if you want to come, you’ll do exactly as I say.”

Chance fired back without hesitation, his voice dripping with need. “Then you better order me to fuck your husband because I’m dying to be inside him.”

A shiver raced through me at his words, my spent cock giving an interested twitch as it tried to rally.

“You have my permission to fuck my husband,” Duke ordered. “Make him come again.”

Chance’s fingers trembled as he rolled the condom on. The display was oddly endearing. It was a reminder that for all his experience, he was only twenty-two.

Duke sheathed himself as well. “Enter Duchess.”

I spread my legs wider in invitation. “Please, Chance, I need you.”

The anticipation was exquisite torture, my body humming with renewed hunger as I gazed up at Chance’s flushed face. His eyes had darkened to near black as he positioned himself above me, the tip of his covered dick nudging my entrance.

Though not as imposing as my husband, Chance stretched me wide as he pushed in, making me groan as his substantial length and girth opened me up. The initial burn melted into waves of pleasure that threatened to drown me. I savored each inch as he claimed me.

My fingers twisted in the sheets, seeking something to ground me as pleasure flooded my system. Chance never broke eye contact, his gaze scorching with intensity as he seated himself fully inside me.

When he bottomed out, Duke nudged him forward, making Chance brace himself against the bed. Duke eased his cock into Chance with careful restraint, mindful of his thick length.

Chance’s face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. His voice was strained as he swore, “Fuck, you’re massive .” His fingers dug into my hips, anchoring himself as he struggled to accommodate my husband. He panted with the effort of taking my husband’s dick.

Duke stilled. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I want you to keep going until I can’t sit comfortably for the next couple of days,” Chance quipped through gritted teeth. “I promise I can handle it. Keep going.”

When Duke pushed deeper, Chance’s hips thrust forward, his body arching. His eyes met mine with a flash of surprise and wonder.

Desire coiled tight within me as I watched him experience the unique pleasure of being claimed by my husband’s impressive dick. Chance’s hips bucked into me in response, giving me a tantalizing preview of what was coming.

“That’s it, you’re doing well,” Duke encouraged.

I lay on my back, my legs spread wide as Chance established an easy rhythm while Duke’s powerful presence commanded the space behind him.

“You feel amazing inside me,” I encouraged him. “But it’s not just you. I can feel Duke’s rhythm, his power, as he drives you to fuck me harder.”

“So hot,” Chance whimpered, his grip tightening on my hips as he lifted them higher to deepen his angle.

“But you know what would make it even better?” I asked.

Curiosity sparked in his eyes. “What’s that?”

“If you’d go faster.” I flashed him a wicked grin. “You don’t have to be gentle. I can take whatever you can dish out. Proof of that is pounding into your ass right now.”

Chance groaned at my challenge, immediately picking up his pace. I squeezed his sides with my legs, holding on for the ride. Duke reached forward to stroke one of my calves, his touch warm and possessive .

“That’s it, fuck him harder,” Duke commanded, his voice deep and authoritative. “Make him feel it.”

The connection intensified, the three of us moving together in perfect sync.

Duke’s hips dictated Chance’s rhythm, giving me the delicious sensation of being fucked indirectly by my husband.

I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed having two men focused on my pleasure, their bodies working in tandem to worship me.