Page 29 of The Viscount, the Blacksmith, and the Lady
“Are you certain this is what you want?” Simon asked softly.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
Simon’s touch was slow and deliberate as he played with her sensitive entrance, preparing her for what was to come. He teased her for a few minutes, touching her everywhere but concentrating on the one spot.
Suddenly Simon crawled up the bed and lay beside Zee, tossing Owen the vial of oil, which he caught with ease. When he was comfortable, he stroked his erection and said to Zee, “Come here.”
As she straddled him, she lowered herself onto his throbbing cock, her moans mingling with his as they found their rhythm.
Owen moved to stand near Simon’s feet and waited.
“Lean down upon me, love,” Simon said, running his hands up her back as he urged her to relax.
She complied, lying on top of Simon so that their bodies melded together. Simon wrapped his arms around her, spreading her and revealing her tight entrance to Owen. “You know what to do.”
Owen’s heart raced as he crawled between Simon’s thighs, eying the cock so deep in Zee’s sheath. He brushed his fingertips over her back, savoring the softness of her skin, anticipating what he was about to do. Not only would he be in her delightful bottom, he and Simon would be inside her at the same time. He opened the bottle of oil. “I’ll be gentle, Zee.”
“Hurry,” she urged, a sultry smile gracing her lips as she looked over her shoulder at him.
With a nod, he poured a small amount of oil onto her bottom. His large, rough fingers spread the slick substance, gradually softening her. As he eased his finger inside her, the erotic sound of her gasp filled the room. She clenched around him, her body reacting instinctively to the intrusion.
“Relax, love,” Simon murmured from beneath her, his reassuring touch caressing her hip.
Her exhale was shaky, her muscles yielding to Owen’s slow and deliberate movements. Encouraged by her response, Owen continued preparing her. The rhythm of her moans matched the tempo of his thrusts, a sensual symphony building between them.
As he continued toying with her, the pitch of her moans rose. “Owen... please.”
“Patience,” he said. “I want to be sure your body is ready for me.”
With a steadying breath, Owen positioned himself at Zee’s entrance, the tension in his body palpable as he prepared for their intimate union. “Relax, Zee. I’ll go slow... and if it hurts too much, tell me, and we’ll stop.”
“Thank you, Owen,” she whispered, peering over her shoulder, trusting and vulnerable. “I need to feel both of you inside me... at once, I want nothing more than to have you both come inside me.”
Her words sent a jolt of lust through Owen, and he clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to thrust hard into her. He knew he needed to be gentle, to give her time to adjust to this unfamiliar sensation. With a small nod, he pushed forward slowly.
“Are you all right, love?” he asked, his gaze searching her face for any sign of discomfort.
“Y-yes,” she stuttered, her fingers digging into Simon’s shoulders.
“All right then. We’ll take it slow, together.”
Owen fought to not move too quickly, and Simon lay still beneath Zee, but she wriggled between them. “Owen... Simon... I love you both. Don’t stop.”
Sweat beaded on his brow, and despite the intense pleasure coursing through him, he focused wholly on going slowly, ensuring her comfort. “Easy now, love,” he whispered, pushing in just a little more, then withdrawing slightly before sinking back in. Each time he did this, he went deeper, her body gradually relaxing around him until he was fully sheathed within her.
Zee panted, her eyes glazed over with desire as she adjusted to the sensation of having both men inside her simultaneously. She tilted her head back, baring her throat, as if offering herself up completely to their shared passion.
“Are you ready?” Simon asked, his voice laced with concern as he met Owen’s gaze.
“More than ready,” Owen replied, his chest tightening with anticipation. He could feel Simon’s cock through the thin barrier separating them, and again, the knowledge that they were both buried inside her sent shivers down his spine. Sharing Zee this way was everything to him, a perfect solution to both of them loving her.
“Then let us begin,” Simon murmured, his hands gripping Zee’s hips as he began to move within her.
The three friends moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm that seemed almost natural, as if they had been doing this for years rather than minutes. The wet, sloppy sounds of their union filled the room, punctuated by her moans and gasps of delight.
“More... please,” Zee begged. “I need more.”
Owen met Simon’s gaze, and they shared a silent understanding, increasing their pace. One sliding in as the other slid out. Zee threw her head back, her moans growing louder with each thrust from both men.