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Sylvia held back nothing, using her hands on Hugo’s chest to aid her movements, riding him like an equestrian at full gallop.
Hugo’s hands slid along her sides to her bouncing breasts, cupping them, using his grip to draw her down, until they could kiss. Sylvia’s motions slowed with the change in position.
“Belle,” Hugo murmured.
Lancelot remained where he was, Sylvia’s full, firm ass so close he only had to reach out to stroke her. He could see her opening, see Hugo’s thick cock sliding in and out. He wanted to touch them…there. Feel their union, make his own mark.
Kneeling at the foot of the bed, he gave in to his desire, running his fingers along the crack of her ass until he could feel where the two of them were joined. They were hot, sticky with arousal.
Sylvia and Hugo both stilled with the first glancing touch of his fingers.
“Don’t stop,” he said, his voice deep, commanding.
Sylvia responded immediately, moving up and down once more as Lancelot ran his fingers over every part of both of them.
Hugo remained still a moment longer, and Lancelot felt rather than saw the other man’s tension. He’d never been with another man, either. He wasn’t sure how he knew that, but there was something in the way Hugo held himself that told Lancelot this was uncharted territory for both of them.
Interesting.
Lancelot would have expected Hugo to have more experience in this area, as a legacy member of the Masters’ Admiralty. After all, he’d grown up with three parents.
He continued to touch them, amazed when he sensed them both getting close. The two people in this bed were essentially strangers, yet he felt closer to them than anyone outside his family.
Then Lancelot realized something the other two hadn’t seemed to. “No condom.”
Sylvia continued moving, but this time, Hugo didn’t merely use his hands to touch. He gripped her waist, halting her.
“Sylvia,” Hugo said.
Lancelot could only see Hugo’s face from his position on the bed.
“It’s okay,” she said. “There’s no danger of pregnancy. As for the other,” she paused, and Lancelot could imagine her face flushing sweetly, “well, let’s just say this is the first time I’ve slept with someone who wasn’t wearing a condom.”
Hugo smiled. “I’m clean.”
Then he and Sylvia turned toward Lancelot. “I’m clean, too.”
That settled, Sylvia shook off Hugo’s grip, her rhythm faster this time. She was clearly impatient to reach the pinnacle.
Lancelot shifted from his place behind her, standing next to the bed so he could see both of them better.
Hugo reached up, pulling Sylvia’s face down to his, kissing her for the briefest moment before both of them fell over. Then Hugo wrapped her up in his embrace as she trembled, her orgasm shaking her petite frame.
Lancelot’s arousal had been on simmer throughout Hugo and Sylvia’s lovemaking, but his patience faltered in the face of their repletion, their closeness.
Watching them had been a sexy distraction from his own physical needs. And it had driven his own arousal sky-high. He started taking off his clothing.
Sylvia lay on top of Hugo, her eyes closed until she heard him unzipping his jeans. Hugo had been looking at him all along, definite interest in his expression. Lancelot couldn’t fault him for that. He’d checked out Hugo’s package immediately. Male pride forcing him to make sure he measured up.
Once he was naked, Hugo gently disengaged from Sylvia, placing her on her back as he rose from the bed.
Lancelot started to tell him to stay, but Hugo spoke first. “My turn to watch.”
The very reason Lancelot had remained away from them was because he’d needed time to sort out his unexpected desires. Clearly Hugo needed more time, too.
He nodded, then climbed onto the bed. Sylvia was sitting up, her arms reaching for him. She was in for a surprise if she thought that he, like Hugo, would be content letting her take the lead.
He reached for her as well. Sylvia had obviously expected him to clasp hands with her—because her eyes widened when he grasped her wrists and used his hold to push her to her back in the center of the bed. He shifted until he held them with one hand above her head, his other skimming along the side of her neck, down the valley between her breasts, over her soft stomach.
