Page 41 of Prelude of Love (Harmony of Hearts #6)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

EARLY

I couldn’t hold back the sharp intake of breath as my husband’s thick length stretched me beyond what I’d experienced in years as he eased into me against Chance’s already buried cock.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my thighs trembling as I hovered over Chance, whose blue eyes were wide with wonder.

Duke’s hands steadied my hips as he pushed deeper, inch by delicious inch. The burn was an exquisite balance between pleasure and pain that made me whimper. When Duke bottomed out, a low whine escaped my throat. I was so stuffed, so completely filled and spread open, that I could barely breathe.

“Yes, perfect,” I hissed, rocking between them. My body adjusted to their combined girth, the initial sting melting into a deep, pulsing pleasure that radiated through my core.

Chance gazed up at me with awe, his sandy-blond hair splayed across the pillow. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, his hands finding my thighs and stroking them.

I leaned forward more to brace myself, causing my leaking cock to brush against Chance’s toned stomach. The contact made me shudder, precum smearing across his abs as Duke maintained his steady grip on my hips, controlling my movements with practiced ease.

“That’s it, Duchess,” Duke murmured behind me, his voice rough with desire as he moved with more authoritative thrusts. “Enjoy this.”

I savored the slow buildup as he found an easy rhythm. My husband was being gentle, careful not to hurt me, but I craved more. I wanted the full double-penetration experience, to be used thoroughly by both men.

“It feels so good to have you both inside me,” I panted as I pushed back harder against Duke while grinding down on Chance. “Your cocks stretching me so wide, filling me up exactly how I need it.”

Chance’s breathing grew ragged beneath me. “Not to ruin your night, but I’m getting close. This feels too good.”

My voice dropped to a seductive purr. “Give it to me, hon. I want to feel you flood me while Duke keeps fucking me.”

I clenched around them both, drawing a strangled moan from Chance and a deep groan from Duke behind me.

“Would you deny me what I want?” I asked, giving Chance a challenging stare as I continued to work myself on their cocks.

Chance’s breath came in sharp pants. I rolled my hips with deliberate slowness, savoring the way his erection moved inside me along Duke’s impressive length.

“Come on, Princess,” I urged, my voice breaking as I worked myself on both of them. “Don’t hold back.”

He groaned, his fingers digging harder into my thighs. “I can’t—I’m gonna?—”

“Do it. Fill me up, hon. I need to feel you come while Duke’s still fucking me.”

Chance’s body tensed beneath me, his back arching off the bed as he cried out. The hot rush of his release pulsed deep inside me, making me gasp at the exquisite sensation.

“Yes, that’s it,” I moaned, continuing to ride him through his orgasm. “Fuck, that feels incredible.”

A deep, primal growl rumbled through Duke’s chest, vibrating against my back as he kissed my shoulder. “His cum is making you even wetter around us both. I love how you’re so greedy for our cocks.”

Duke’s thrusts grew more forceful, the careful restraint he’d been showing slipping away. Each powerful drive of his hips pushed me forward onto Chance, who lay spent but still hard beneath me.

“Please,” I begged, my voice cracking with need. “I need to be completely full of you both to feel satisfied.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you exactly what you need. I’ll fill you up alongside Princess’s load until it gushes out of you.”

“Yes, yes, please,” I babbled, my cock leaking onto Chance’s abs as I rocked between them. “I’m so fucking close.”

Duke’s rhythm faltered, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his peak. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and growled as he came.

I keened at the profound fullness of both men’s cum and still-hard lengths inside me. The heat of their combined release pushed me right to the edge of my own orgasm, my body trembling with the need for only a little more stimulation to tip me over.

“Hon, please,” I whimpered, trying to rock my hips, desperate for that final push. “I’m so close.”

But instead of reaching around to finish me, he pulled out without warning. I snarled at the loss when Chance slipped out, along with the trickle of their combined release sliding out of me sent shocks of pleasure through my oversensitized body .

“What the hell?” I glared at my husband over my shoulder.

But before I could protest further, he manhandled me onto my hands and knees, positioning me to present my ass to Chance. Duke spread my cheeks wide, putting their handiwork on full display for the younger man.

“Look how our cum drips out of his greedy hole,” Duke told Chance, his voice thick with pride and arousal. “So fucking beautiful.”

My muscles clenched at his words, causing more of their mixed release to slip free. Being so exposed while their combined releases trickled from me drove me wild with need.

“Damn, Early,” Chance breathed in amazement. “You’re incredible. The way you took both of our dicks is amazing.”

“Perfect,” Duke agreed, one thumb circling my rim. “You should see yourself, Duchess. Pink and puffy and dripping with evidence of our pleasure. I couldn’t ask for a prettier sight.”

“It’s so fucking hot,” Chance added, his hand joining Duke’s to trace the path of their release down my balls, which he cupped to give a teasing squeeze. “The way you were stretched to your limits for our enjoyment.”

Their continued filthy praise of how perfectly I took them both proved too much for my overstimulated body. The combination of their words, their gentle touches, and their mixed releases sliding down my most sensitive parts pushed me over the edge.

I came untouched with a broken cry, thick ropes of cum painting the dark sheets beneath me. The intensity of my orgasm made my voice crack, my arms giving out as I collapsed onto my forearms, ass still raised and exposed to their appreciative gazes.

“Holy shit,” I gasped between ragged breaths, too turned on to care about the mess I’d made. Laundry was a problem for tomorrow’s Early.

I lay sprawled on the bed, utterly spent and gasping for breath after the most intense orgasm of my life. My body trembled with aftershocks, my mind floating in a blissful haze.

Duke’s large hand smoothed over my lower back, his touch grounding me. “Perfect, stay like that, Duchess.” He ran his fingers through the release I’d left on the sheets. “You’re not done yet.”

Before I could process what he meant, he pressed against my sensitive, stretched hole. I moaned as he pushed three fingers inside to mix my cum with theirs, the intrusion both painful and exquisite. My body clenched around him, drawing a hiss from my lips.

“Chance, help me fill him up,” Duke instructed. “Let’s show him how good we can make him feel.”

He obeyed without question, reaching down to gather more from the sheets. “Like this?”

“Perfect. Go nice and slow. He’s sensitive.”

I buried my face in the pillow as Chance’s fingers joined Duke’s, working their way inside my already full entrance. The stretch burned with pleasure, making me tremble. They pushed my release deeper, mixing it with theirs to unite the three of us as one.

“Oh, god.” The pillow muffled my whimpers. My thighs quivered with the effort to stay upright as they worked me open again, spreading their fingers to stretch me to my limits.

“Look at how you take us so perfectly,” Chance praised as he continued fingering me.

Duke’s voice dropped lower, taking on that gravelly quality that always made my toes curl. “Look how hungry your hole is for us, Duchess. Swallowing our fingers like you did our cocks. Can you feel how deep we are inside you?”

“ Yes ,” I groaned, writhing between them, overwhelmed by the intimate invasion. Every small movement was somehow too much and not enough. “Please, I need more.”

They worked in perfect sync, their movements mirroring how they’d taken me earlier, with Duke commanding and purposeful and Chance eager and attentive.

To my delight, my cock stirred again, filling with renewed interest, thanks to my insatiable sexual appetite that was undeterred by the marathon session we’d already had.

“Oh, right there,” I groaned as one of them found the perfect spot inside me. More fingers joined in, stroking with the perfect amount of pressure. I rocked with growing urgency, my ability to form coherent sentences abandoning me. “Please, more, need !”

Duke’s free hand snaked beneath me to encourage my erection to return to fullness. His firm grip made me cry out, my hips jerking forward into his fist and pushing back against their fingers.

I became almost frantic with the need for a second orgasm, caught in an endless loop of pleasure between their skilled hands.

“Show us how good we make you feel,” Duke encouraged, stroking faster. His thumb swiped over the sensitive head of my cock, spreading the precum that had gathered there.

I came a second time with a hoarse shout. My body convulsed, the orgasm ripping through me with unexpected force. It wrung out pleasure from depths I didn’t know existed.

It was more than I could handle. My legs gave out as I surrendered to the overwhelming ecstasy that had consumed me. Before I could collapse onto the messy sheets, Duke caught me, cradling me with gentle hands that had been so demanding moments before.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, easing me over to a clean section of the bed.

The mattress dipped as Chance moved closer, curling himself around me protectively. His skin was flushed and damp with sweat, his eyes filled with concern as they searched my face .

“I’m sorry if we pushed too hard,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “You’re too fucking sexy.”

An exhausted laugh bubbled up from my chest, my body humming with satisfaction. “Don’t you dare apologize for the best night of my life.”

I shifted, feeling the proof of our passion trickling from me. The sensation of all three of our releases inside me, spilling out and marking the sheets, made me feel filthy and claimed in the most perfect way possible. My spent cock gave a valiant twitch, but I was down for the count.

I reached up to cup Chance’s cheek, drawing him down into a reassuring kiss that was gentle compared to our earlier frenzy.

The bed shifted as Duke settled behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist. His large hand splayed across my stomach, pulling me closer until I was cocooned between their bodies.

“I’m so glad we’re together,” I murmured, my voice thick with emotion as I looked between them. “This was everything I had hoped we could be.”

Chance’s expression softened as he reached for my hand, threading our fingers together. “I don’t want to give this up when the movie’s over.”

“You don’t have to,” Duke told him. “But we’ll talk about it later. Rest now. I’ll clean you both up in a little bit.”

I nestled deeper into their embrace. “No hurry.” Their releases still inside me, marking me as theirs, was too precious to wash away yet. I wanted to savor the moment of perfect connection between the three of us.

His chest rumbled with a low chuckle against my back. “You like being filled with us, don’t you, Duchess?”

“Mm-hmm,” I hummed in agreement, too blissed-out for words. I turned my head to kiss Duke’s chin, then claimed Chance’s lips next.

The younger man’s eyes sparkled with open adoration. “I never knew it could be like this with anyone.”

“Like what, hon?”

“Real. Like I don’t have to pretend to be someone else or be the Chance Prince for you to want me.”

Duke reached across me to brush his knuckles against Chance’s cheek. “You never have to pretend with us, Princess.”

The nickname made Chance smile, his usual cocky facade nowhere to be seen. In its place was something soft and sincere that made my heart swell. “I could get used to this.”

“You better,” Duke replied, his voice a mix of gruff affection and possessiveness that I loved. “Because we’re not letting you go.”

I watched as hope tempered by caution shaded Chance’s expression. “Is that right?”

“Absolutely,” I confirmed. “We want to keep you. ”

His gaze darted between Duke and me. “Even after filming wraps?”

Duke tightened his hold. “If you want.”

“Of course, I want that,” Chance insisted, vulnerability bleeding through his carefully constructed walls.

I looked at Duke over my shoulder, sharing a silent conversation with my husband before turning back to Chance. “You belong with us, hon. This is only the beginning.”

Chance’s breath caught. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Duke assured him, his voice gentler than I’d ever heard it with anyone besides me. “Just be here with us now.”

A small smile tugged at Chance’s lips as he settled more comfortably against me. “I can do that.”

We lay together in comfortable silence, our breathing synchronizing as our bodies cooled. The profound connection between us felt like it had always been meant to be.

Eventually, Duke untangled himself from our embrace. “I’m getting a washcloth. Don’t fall asleep yet.”

I watched him walk naked to the bathroom, admiring the view. “No promises.” They had worn me out in the best way possible.

When he returned with a warm, damp cloth, he cleaned me first, then Chance, his touch reverent and careful. The tenderness in his actions spoke volumes about his love, even if he wasn’t ready to put it into words yet for our Princess.

Once we were clean, Duke tossed the washcloth before he rejoined us on the bed, pulling the covers over our naked bodies. I enjoyed being wrapped in their warmth.

It amazed me how sometimes life could give you what you needed, even when you didn’t know you were looking for it.

In Chance, we’d found our missing note, not because our song was incomplete, but because with him, our duet had become a beautiful three-part harmony. And music had never sounded sweeter.