Page 12 of My Lord, Lady, and Gentleman

“I think not,” said Clayton ruthlessly, emboldened by that erection, and a most interesting slip of the tongue. “There will be no cock strangulation on my watch. Or further desecration of perfect tailoring. Unfasten your trousers.”

The baron shuddered, but his hands went to the waistband of the garment. Uncertainty swirled in those fathomless dark eyes, and Clayton willed him to obey. Finally he did, undoing the buttons so the front flap fell down and his engorged cock sprang free. Shorter than Clayton’s own, but thicker, and surrounded by wiry black curls.

“Joseph,” said Susanna breathlessly.

“There now,” said Clayton, trying to keep his voice even when desire was surging through his entire body and hardening his cock to the point of pain. “Doesn’t that feel better?”

“Yes,” Joseph whispered, taking that impressive column of flesh in his palm and stroking it once, twice as he briefly met Clayton’s gaze. Not posturing, but tentatively offering.

His heart pounded with chaotic hope. Under the current and utterly revolting law of the land, such shy and cautious gestures were all men like them could do with someone new. And while he immediately understood the gesture for what it was, he still had to be careful. Joseph was obviously skittish. Perhaps he’d had a bad experience in the past? Hell, Susanna might not even know of her husband’s attraction to men as well as women. And that fact was Joseph’s alone to share.

Clayton smiled. “I think your cock could feel better still, my lord. Shuffle forward so your wife can give it a kiss.”

Pleasingly, both Fentons made soft, involuntary sounds of arousal. To lead them both, Clayton leaned down and trailed the back of two fingers against Susanna’s damp nether curls. “If you do so, I would be delighted to continue here.”

She whimpered and blinked up at her husband. “Please, Joseph. Let me kiss your cock.”

The baron nodded and removed his shoes, stocking, and trousers, before kneeling beside her face.

“Good,” said Clayton as calmly as he could, considering his own cock was on the verge of spurting like a damned geyser. “Now, my lady, wrap your hand around it. I know it’s big, and you have delicate hands, but try your best. That’s the way. Give his cock a gentle squeeze, and lick the tip a few times. Then take it into your mouth.”

Joseph moaned. In reward for Susanna’s obedience, Clayton pushed two fingers deep inside her, curling them to caress that slightly rough spot that ignited a lady’s pleasure, and she gave a muted wail.

“Excellent,” he crooned. “You are doing splendidly. Can you swallow his cock a little more? Ah, I knew you could, clever kitten. Don’t be shy now, show his lordship how well you can suck him.”

Bloody hell he liked to torture himself. Much like the first time she had disrobed, watching Susanna propped up on satin cushions and inexpertly yet enthusiastically sucking Joseph’s cock as the baron sighed and panted was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. If he didn’t get inside her tight, hot cunt immediately, he would lose his mind.

Withdrawing his fingers, Clayton stroked her inner thigh reassuringly, before spreading them wide. “I need to fuck you now, Susanna. Are you ready for me?”

Susanna paused to nod her consent, and relieved beyond measure, he fisted his hugely distended cock before leaning down to coat it in her fragrant slickness. Then he knelt between her legs, and slowly, so slowly, began to penetrate her.

“Yes,” Joseph hissed, as he tweaked his wife’s swollen, claret-colored nipples. “Does it feel good, Susie? To have us both inside you?”

She gave a guttural cry, and more hot juices bathed Clayton’s cock.

“I think her ladyship is rather enjoying herself,” he said, fighting the desire to thrust brutally hard, and instead languidly advancing and retreating to allow her to grow used to his length. “But you mustn’t spill in her mouth, Joseph. We are going to come together all over those sweet little breasts. Understand?”

The baron shuddered, his eyes glittering. “I understand. I’m…I’m not sure how much longer I can last. Feels so damned good…”

“You’ll come when I say you can.”

As if his words had sparked a fire, Susanna’s hips bucked, and she dug her heels into the sapphire satin-covered daybed in an attempt to lift and grind herself against him. All he could smell was the heady spice of her wetness, all he could hear was the perfect melody of two cocks enjoying a slick welcome, and grunts and moans and sighs of pleasure. Yet he was losing the battle to prolong this luscious ménage, and Joseph’s fists were clenched on either side of his exquisite firm ass as Susanna eagerly lapped and sucked his cock, her hand fluttering around the base.

Shoving his hands under her backside to limit her movement, Clayton began to thrust deep, changing his angle so every penetration ground right against her clitoris. Faster and faster, harder and harder, he pounded her pulsing cunt, until she arched and screamed, the sound thankfully muffled by Joseph’s cock.

“Now,” he snarled, and the two men withdrew from their warm, wet caverns to spurt rope after rope of pearly seed on Susanna’s breasts, eventually collapsing either side of her on the daybed, struggling to catch their breath.

“My goodness,” said Susanna, her cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling like midnight stars. “You’ve quite covered me.”

“We have,” said Clayton, meeting Joseph’s avid gaze as he leaned up on one elbow to drag a finger through the silken mess and paint her taut nipples with it, then her pouty lips. “Taste us.”

Her eyes grew heavy-lidded, and she darted out her little pink tongue to lick her lips clean. “Hmmm. Almost…salty. A bit earthy. I quite like it. More, please. In my mouth.”

Swiftly, he obliged the carnal little minx, trying not to groan as she sucked the blended seed from his finger, and unable to stop himself caressing her cheek. “Plenty more where that came from, darling. I will need a few minutes though.”

Joseph laughed. “The legend is true.”

“But of course. Moderation is well and good for everything except art, dessert, and fucking.”