Page 43 of An Earl, His Valet, & Their Wife

“With this ring, I thee wed,” said Gerard, sliding the gold band snugly onto her fourth finger against her sapphire betrothal ring. “My lady. Mine.”

“And you,” said Michael, taking the last ring and sliding it onto Gerard’s fifth finger with Katie’s help. “With this ring, we thee wed. Master.”

Gerard gulped in several breaths to compose himself at the sweet submission. Then he kissed Michael fiercely, before kissing Katie until she tore her mouth away, gasping.

“Take me to bed,” she begged. “Husbands.”

Raw need surged inside Gerard, and he and Michael worked together to swiftly remove Katie’s gown, petticoat, stays, and chemise.

“The stockings?” asked Michael, as he stared hungrily at his wife’s lithe, near-naked form.

“Nae. Leave them on. Up on the bed, Katie.”

The countess whimpered as she settled on her back, spreading her thighs wide in blatant invitation. What a fetching contrast it was, demure silk stockings and rose satin garters, perfectly framing the wet cunt and tight anus that her men would soon be plundering.

But their countess had to wait for cock. They were going to play with her first.

Gerard settled himself on one side of the bed and directed Michael to the other. Then he pointed at Katie’s right breast. “For ye, my lord. I’ll take the other. Suck hard, just as she likes it.”

Indeed, they weren’t gentle as they attended to Katie’s taut nipples. Each laved the tender flesh with rough tongues, suckling the pink peaks, biting and scraping with their teeth until she writhed on the bed, her hands caressing their heads as she urged them on. But the greedy lass needed more, and her master was feeling benevolent.

Taking Michael’s hand and interlinking their fingers, Gerard slowly slid his hand down until they could each push a finger inside her slick heat and their thumbs could tease her clitoris.

“Use our hands, Katie,” Gerard commanded harshly. “Use them ’til ye come.”

Their countess moaned as she began circling her hips, grinding her mound against them and forcing their fingers deeper inside her. When he and Michael returned to tormenting her nipples while Katie sobbed and bucked, he actually felt the moment she orgasmed, her inner walls clamping around their fingers like a vise, her cunt spasming as sweet honey drenched their hands.

“Good lass,” he praised.

“Oh God,” gasped Katie, her cheeks flushed and eyes glittering. “It just keeps getting better.”

“Aye,” said Gerard, as he and Michael both withdrew their fingers and licked them clean. Fuck. Delicious.

“I want to suck you both. May I suck you?” she asked unsteadily.

“Aye. We’ll go up on our knees.”

Gerard unfastened his trousers, letting the fall gape open to reveal his fully erect cock. Then he reached over and attended to Michael’s fall, unable to resist toying with his earl’s shaft, ruthlessly caressing the sensitive, seed-slick tip with his thumb.

Michael arched his back. “Christ.”

Katie whimpered. “What must I do?”

“Lie back against the pillows. Alternate from one cock tae the other.”

Both kneeling on the bed, Gerard and Michael each took their cock in hand, gripping the length while Katie studied them, then tentatively licked the swollen heads.

“Yes,” said Michael, hissing with pleasure. “That’s the way. All over, Katherine. And our balls, too.”

She was so studious. So curious, like a little kitten as she lapped at their cocks, her nimble tongue darting around from top to underside, then farther down to rub against their seed-heavy balls. It felt exquisite, and when her tongue swiped across the head to taste a trickle of seed, Gerard couldn’t help nudging against her lips. “Open, sweetling. Take my cock in your mouth.”

Katie obediently closed her lips around the head, sucking him enthusiastically. Ah, yes, with practice and careful guidance, she would become as skilled as her husband.

Crooning praise and stroking her hair, Gerard gradually made her receive a few more inches of his cock, allowing her to grow accustomed to the girth as he slowly, shallowly moved in and out. In future he would fuck her mouth as roughly as he fucked Michael’s, but much like arse play, that took training, and they had all the time in the world.

How wondrous.

Eventually, he withdrew and directed Katie to pleasure her husband. It was almost as arousing watching Michael’s blissful expression, hearing his little indrawn breaths as their countess demonstrated what she’d just learned. But he wasn’t allowed to come. No, Michael had to save that for later.