Page 39 of Prelude of Love (Harmony of Hearts #6)

Chapter Twenty-Six

DUKE

Once we arrived home after the benefit concert, I guided Chance toward the bedroom, my hand at the small of his back as we climbed the stairs.

My body thrummed with arousal that had been building since the moment our voices had intertwined onstage.

Early followed close behind, his breathing already quickening with anticipation.

I claimed Chance’s mouth in a fierce kiss that had him moaning against my lips. My hands made quick work of his clothes, tearing at buttons and zippers with urgent need. I had held back for the rest of the concert, but I couldn’t wait one more second to be buried in his tight heat.

“Someone’s eager,” Chance teased between kisses while he removed my jacket and shirt.

“You have no idea,” I growled, walking him backward toward the bed as the rest of our clothes came off.

Early chuckled. “I think he’s been wanting to do this since the first note you sang together.”

I pinned Chance to the mattress, my larger frame covering his as I held his wrists above his head. The heat of his body against mine made me burn hotter. His body yielded to me, his lean muscles tensing and relaxing under my grip.

“Fuck, Princess,” I murmured against his throat, nipping at the tender skin. The salt-sweet taste of him lingered on my tongue as I dragged my teeth across the sensitive spot where his pulse hammered. “Do you have any idea what you did to me up there?”

“Tell me.” Chance arched beneath me, his body responding beautifully to my touch. He gasped as I trailed kisses down his chest, my mouth leaving damp marks across his flushed skin.

Early settled beside us on the bed after grabbing lube from the nightstand.

“You two were incredible. It was practically like listening to your voices having sex. The way you harmonized was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

I want to get ready while I watch.” He slicked his fingers and started stretching while watching the show.

I took the bottle next, coating my fingers before snapping the lid shut and I tossing it aside. “Spread your legs for me, Princess. ”

He complied without question, his thighs falling open with an eagerness that made my cock throb.

I circled his entrance with slick fingers, watching his expression shift from anticipation to pleasure as I teased him with light touches before pressing one finger inside.

The tight heat gripped me, pulling me deeper.

“More,” he demanded, pushing against my hand as he grabbed the sheets.

The stretch made him gasp, his mouth falling open in a silent plea. I stretched him while I kissed a path down his torso, mapping the contours of his abs with my tongue.

Early moaned beside us, the wet sounds of his own fingers working inside himself punctuating his heavy breathing as he watched. “Look at how desperate you’re making him, hon,” he encouraged, his voice thick with arousal.

Without warning, Chance bucked beneath me, his muscles bunching as he tried to flip our positions.

His hands pushed against my shoulders as he struggled against my hold, attempting to take control but unable to move my larger, more muscular body.

The futile effort only made me harder, my cock leaking against his thigh.

“What are you trying to do, Princess?” I asked, even as I added a third finger, moving them just right to make him shudder. His tight ring of muscle clenched around me before giving way to the pressure .

“I want to ride you,” Chance panted, his eyes wild with need. “Please, Duke. Let me show you how good our duet made me feel.”

Early groaned at the suggestion. “Yes, do it. I want to watch.” His free hand stroked his cock with contrasting slowness.

The image of Chance taking his pleasure on my dick was too tempting to resist. I withdrew my fingers, rolled on a condom, slicked it up, then wiped my hands clean.

Only then did I shift positions to settle back against the pillows.

“Show me what you’ve got, Princess,” I challenged, helping guide him as he moved to straddle my hips.

Chance positioned himself above me, his thighs trembling with anticipation as he lined up my erection with his entrance.

With agonizing slowness, he sank down, inch by torturous inch.

“Oh, god,” he moaned, his head falling back, exposing the long line of his throat as I slid into him.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

“You’re so fucking huge, Duke. It feels like you’re splitting me in two in the best way. ”

I gripped his waist, guiding his movements as he adjusted to my size. The tight pressure around my cock was almost unbearable in its perfection. “You can take it.”

Early watched us, working his dick as his other hand continued to stretch himself. “You look so good together,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving the point where our bodies joined .

After bottoming out, Chance gave himself a few moments to adjust, his breath coming in short pants.

His inner muscles fluttered around me, adjusting to the intrusion.

Then, he lifted himself up and sank back down with a fluid grace that spoke of experience and confidence.

He soon established a rhythm that had us both groaning.

His thighs flexed with each movement, his body a work of art as he rode me.

Chance groaned, picking up speed. “The way your voice rumbled through me made me want to feel your cock inside me like this, filling me up the same way you did in that room.”

I thrust deeper as he bounced faster, my hands guiding his hips to the perfect angle. “You enjoyed that, Princess? How our voices harmonized together?” I growled, resisting the urge to flip him over and pin him down again. “Enjoyed my voice fucking you right there onstage, in front of everyone?”

“Everybody could feel it,” Early added, his breathing ragged as he pleasured himself. “It was so sexy.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Chance’s flushed skin, his parted lips, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with each movement.

A sheen of sweat made his body glisten in the low light, highlighting every curve and plane.

He took what he wanted from me, his erection bobbing against his stomach with each bounce, leaving smears of precum on his abs .

“Fuck, Duke,” Chance cried out when I shifted my hips, changing the angle to hit that spot inside him that made his body jerk. His voice cracked on my name, breaking into a higher register. “Right there, oh god, right there!”

He picked up speed, bouncing on my dick with abandon now, his moans growing louder with each deep thrust. My control slipped at the intensity of his movements and the sight of him coming undone above me. My balls tightened, the pressure building at the base of my spine.

But I wasn’t anywhere close to being done with him or my husband yet.