Page 27 of The Viscount, the Blacksmith, and the Lady
Then the mood shifted as Simon turned his attention to Owen with a tilt of his head. “Attend to him.”
Owen advanced on her, a smoldering intensity in his eyes as he closed the small distance between them. His hands caught hers, guiding her toward the bulge that strained against his breeches, his breath catching as she made contact.
“Like this, Zee,” Owen whispered in a voice roughened by desire.
His hand covered hers as they traced the outline of his arousal through the fabric. Owen’s grip tightened ever so slightly when she rounded the fat tip. She wanted to open his placket and take him into her mouth, but forced herself to follow his direction.
Simon watched the exchange, a quiet intensity burning in his gut. He could see Owen losing himself in the moment, his jaw clenching as Xenia’s attentions sent ripples of pleasure through him. Simon felt a surge of possessiveness, mixed with a deep-seated satisfaction that it was within his power to orchestrate such intimacy.
He enjoyed sharing Xenia with his friend, became aroused watching how much Owen enjoyed her ministrations.
Up to a point. When Owen reached to unbutton his breeches, Simon acted.
“Come here,” Simon beckoned Xenia with a tone that brooked no argument.
Obediently, she rose and approached Simon, her movements a blend of boldness and hesitation. She paused before him, a question in her gaze, and he answered by scooting forward in his chair and unbuttoning his fall. He freed his erection from his small clothes, then he guided Xenia onto his lap, straddling him so she faced Owen. He held his cock as she sat, sliding inside her with no preamble.
She gasped as she sank down, rotating her hips when he was fully inside. “Mmm, Simon, it’s bigger than I remember.”
He watched Owen’s reaction as his hands roamed over her curves, tracing the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist. And as she leaned into his touch, he became both a participant in their shared pleasure and an observer to the unfolding passion between her and his friend.
Xenia did something then that nearly shattered him. She dipped a hand between her thighs, fluttered her fingers around where his cock slid in and out of her, then raised her hand to Owen. “Would you like a taste?”
“Fuck.” Owen rushed to her and sucked her fingers while unfastening his breeches.
Simon’s hands steadied her with a firm grip on her hips, guiding her up and down. His thumbs slid down to the crease in her bottom, spreading her to his gaze. He caught a glimpse between the globes and realized they needed to go upstairs soon. As soon as she came, they would, he decided.
Owen sucked and kneaded her breasts while fingering her clit, and her little moans rose in pitch.
“Do you feel us both, Xenia?” he asked.
“Yes.” Something one of them did brought a sharp, soft cry from her. “Oh, it’s so good!”
“Let go, my dear. Surrender to your desires.”
“Come for us, Zee.” Owen kissed her heatedly, thrusting his tongue in her mouth. One of her hands cupped his head and her bottom tightened each time she rocked up to his mouth. Her other hand stroked his cock.
“Owen, Simon...” Her voice broke on his name, a plea for the release that hovered just out of reach.
“Let it come, Xenia. Now,” Simon commanded sharply. He pinched one nipple as he said it.
“Oh my, Simon, Owen, fuck me!” Moving her hands from Owen to Simon’s thighs, she bounced hard on his cock. Her shift forward gave him the view he loved of where they were joined. Her actions were frenzied, and he fought against the feeling of her inner muscles flexing on him. He wouldn’t come until later... unless she kept milking him like she was.
Her thighs tightened around his and she tensed, crying out again one last time. Owen captured her mouth in a kiss, his hands wild in her hair.
Simon just held on to his need to release, biting his lower lip, curling his toes in his boots. When he could breathe again, he lifted Xenia off his cock. Her legs were weak, but Owen held her up.
Simon stood. “We belong in my bed.”
Owen swept Xenia into his arms and strode out of the room toward the staircase. Simon followed, his very unsatisfied cock bouncing in front of him.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Owen’s arms tightened around Zee’s naked form as he carried her into Simon’s bedroom, her laughter echoing through the chamber. He playfully tossed her onto the bed, and she landed with a bounce that sent ripples across the soft linens.
“Owen! You brute!” She giggled, her eyes twinkling with excitement as she looked from him to Simon. “I’m eager to see what more you two have planned for me.”
As if driven by her words, Owen and Simon exchanged a knowing glance before they tore at their clothing with an urgency that spoke of their desperation to be with her. Piece by piece, the garments fell to the floor, revealing the hard cocks they could no longer ignore.