The Sextet Presents… By Male Order [In Days of Olde] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

“We have much to teach you then,” Thomas said. He put his hand on her stomach, tickling down her body until his fingers combed through the patch of hair at the apex of her thighs. “Would you like to learn more?”

“Yes,” Hope replied. “I’d
love
to learn more. Can you tell me about when Alec was—”

Thomas waited for Hope to finish her thought, but she didn’t. Instead, she’d closed her mouth so quickly her teeth had clicked. “Hope? My love? What were you going to say?”

She closed her eyes and shook her head. “It was nothing.”

Why was she so afraid? Only a few moments ago, she’d given her body so freely to them, and her reward had been to find fulfillment for the first time in her life. What could possibly be frightening her now?

Ignorance, no doubt.
Perhaps she’d been stunned by her own physical reaction, especially since two men were making love to her. For a woman who might as well have been a virgin, she had to feel a bit overwhelmed.

He wished for a moment that Billy Adams was still alive. He’d love to give the man a sound beating. It was clear Hope had been abused—both physically and mentally. She’d never known a loving touch.

Thomas looked to Alec. The concern was there, the same worry probably reflected in his own eyes. Alec gave him a curt nod, tacitly letting Thomas take the lead. He was, after all, a teacher. And Hope had much to learn.

The lessons would be a joy for all of them.

“Alec gave you pleasure, didn’t he, Hope?”

She nodded.

“Did you wish to learn how he was able to make you come?”

“I…I would.”

Thomas fingers pushed between her thighs. “Open up for me, love. Let me explain.”

Her thighs slowly parted.

He slid a finger between her damp petals, separating them until he found the jewel he sought. When he rubbed it, she gasped. “That, love, is your clitoris or clit. It’s the center of your desire.”

“It doesn’t hurt me to let you keep touching it?”

“No, love. There’s nothing we’ll ever do to you that will hurt you. Alec and I only wish to bring you fulfillment.”

“And did we?” Alec asked. “Did we make you come, Hope?”

“Oh, yes.”

Alec rewarded her with a kiss. Then he pulled back. “Would you like Thomas to make you come again?”

“I can do that? After Billy…
came
, he said he couldn’t do it again for a long time.”

“Yer husband was a fool,” Alec snapped. “Were he not dead, I’d be happy to lay him in his grave for all the terrible things he did to you.”

“But since we are all lucky that he is gone,” Thomas added, “we’ll make it up to you in other ways—much more satisfying ways.” He gave her clit another rub, loving how she moaned in response. “Alec and I haven’t come yet. Even if we had, we both want you enough to be able to get hard again.”

“Oh…you didn’t… So neither of you…
enjoyed
what we did?”

“Watching your orgasm was like reading poetry,” Thomas said. “Absolutely beautiful. Giving you pleasure pleases us.”

“Do you not want to come?”

Alec snorted a laugh. “Have no fear, m’lady. We will come when the time is right.”

Thomas nodded. “I’d like to come as I fuck you, love. Will you let me do that?”

“Fuck? I don’t—”

“I want to mate with you.” He led her hand to his erection. “This is my cock. I want to put it in your cunt.” He thrust a finger inside her to show her what he meant. “I want to take you back to paradise.”

Her skeptical look told him that she had no faith he could bring her another orgasm. What she didn’t know was that he’d never allow her to walk away from him and Alec unfulfilled. This night was for Hope—this was
her
night to learn about receiving pleasure. Later, when she found her confidence, they could also instruct her on how to give pleasure.

This would be the best teaching experience of his life, all because Thomas not only loved Alec—he loved Hope.

“I…I suppose,” she finally said. “If that’s what you want.”

“Tonight isn’t about what we want, Hope,” Thomas said. “It’s about teaching you the ways of love. I want you to come so many times you fall into an exhausted slumber, cradled in our arms.”

“Ye have a verra big bed,” Alec said as he let Hope slide down his body to regain her feet. He’d expected something smaller. She slept alone now, and a mattress of this size was a luxury she’d surely had difficulty affording.

“When Billy died, I…” She sighed. “I wanted something different—a bed he’d never slept in.”

“A fresh start, aye?”

“Yes. A fresh start. Connor Kent from a few farms over helped build the frame. He doesn’t have a wife, so I did lots of mending for him in return. He asked me to marry him instead, but I declined. I stuffed the mattress myself. It didn’t cost as much as you might think. I…I’m careful with money. Everything goes back into the farm.”

Since she sounded embarrassed by the admission, Alec gave her a kiss to distract her. He ended up distracting himself. Her passionate response banished every other thought in his head.

Hope had slipped her shirt and skirt back on for the walk back to the house. Alec and Thomas had donned their breeches. Now, those garments were in the way. Alec went about the pleasant task of undressing her.

After he pulled the shirt over her head, he couldn’t resist taking one of those pert, pink nipples between his lips. She whimpered and held his head close. Thomas had stripped, and he slipped behind her. He pushed her skirt over her hips as Alec shifted his attention to her other breast.

And then Thomas lifted her into his arms. Alec used the opportunity to shed his breeches while Thomas set Hope on the bed. She scooted over to give Thomas room as he lay down beside her. Alec hurried to the other side, cocooning her between them.

“You will both sleep in here from now on,” she said. “With me.”

“Is that an order, my queen?” Alec ran his fingers down her arm, loving how his touch raised gooseflesh in its wake.

“Most definitely, sir knight,” she replied. “Now I believe I was promised something.” Her gaze shifted to Thomas. “Something about a cock and a cunt, my king?”

Alec groaned as Thomas growled. Hearing those words spilling from her mouth was erotic and stimulating enough to have fluids dripping from Alec’s cock.

“I need to prepare you first, my love,” Thomas said as his hand slipped between her thighs. “Sweet Lord, you’re already wet.”

“Is wet good?” she asked in a low voice. “I…I can’t seem to stop it.”

“’Tis good.
Verra
good,” Alec replied. “It means ye’re hot for us.”

As he slid first one then two fingers in and out of Hope, Thomas kissed her. Their tongues dueled, making Alec’s cock twitch at seeing the tempting exchange and hearing their moans.

Where would he fit into this intimate interlude? Images flashed through his mind as he considered positions where three people were joined and he could participate. Yet, he didn’t want them to stop pleasuring each other. They were so natural together, so beautiful. Once Hope was accustomed to him, he’d see if she would allow both of them to make love to her at the same time. Simply thinking about the feel of Thomas’s cock sliding against his own with only the thin barrier of Hope’s body between them was almost his undoing.

“I can’t wait any longer.” Thomas rolled to cover Hope. “I want to fuck you, love.”

She spread her thighs, running her hands over his shoulders as he settled himself against her. “Then fuck me, Thomas. Now.”

Alec’s heartbeat sped, his heart pounding rough and fast as he watched Thomas thrust his hard shaft deep inside Hope. The view was almost as exciting as being the one making love to her.

Almost
.

Wrapping his fingers around his penis, Alec stroked in rhythm with the movement of Thomas pushing into Hope. Thomas pulled back, his erection coated in her slick fluids. Then he sank back into her. Hope raised her hips and raked her nails over his skin. Alec pumped his cock harder, wishing he could be the man making love to her sweet cunt. The musky scent of sex hung heavy in the air, adding to the pleasure.

Waiting became impossible. Alec needed to join in. He took Hope’s hand and put it on his cock. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, squeezing and then stroking as sweet moans fell from her mouth. Then she pumped him, matching the rhythm with Thomas’s thrusts, just as Alec had done.

Alec wanted more. He moved closer, kneeling near her face. He pushed his erection, angling it down. “Suck my cock, Hope. Please, my love.”

There was no hesitation. She raised her head, taking him into her mouth. Her tongue was wild, her lips smooth and wet. Alec dropped over her, holding himself up on all fours as he dangled his shaft over her eager mouth. She pulled the crown between her lips and used suction to drive him mad.

Alec had always prided himself with his control—his ability to fuck Thomas for extended periods, bringing them both intense pleasure. Hope’s attention as she laved and sucked was pushing him to the edge of release so swiftly he felt like an untried lad, ready to spill his seed at jackrabbit speed.

What was it about her that stole his self-control?

Love.

The first time Alec had fucked Thomas, he’d experienced the same problem. Alec’s love for Thomas—the same love he now felt for Hope—made fucking so much more intense, so much more fulfilling. For now, Alec would let his body have its way. Later, he’d regain his precious control, just as he had with Thomas.

“Och, lassie…yer mouth is heaven.” His voice was full of need and wonder. Alec pumped his hips, fucking her mouth while trying to hold back his orgasm.

Thomas began to thrust into her, faster and faster, the expression on his face one of pure delight.

A glance down to Hope was Alec’s final undoing. Her eyes were glazed with passion as though she, too, was close to release. Then she closed them as she wrapped her slender thighs around Thomas’s hips and swirled her tongue around Alec’s cock.

Alec couldn’t hold back any longer. His balls pulled up against his body, sending his seed blasting from him into Hope’s mouth as he lost himself to the moment. Only when he came back into himself did he realize what he’d done.

Ready to apologize, he was shocked to see Hope lapping at his cock as if she loved his taste. The sight was thoroughly arousing. A moment later, Thomas gasped as he always did before he came. Fearing they would both be leaving Hope behind, Alec sat back on his heels and slipped his hand between the couple, finding her clit and stroking the swollen nub until she arched up against Thomas. The blending of their voices as Hope and Thomas found their fulfillments was music to Alec’s ears.

* * * *

The sun shining through the window woke Hope. She stretched, raising her arms over her head. Then she groaned.

Her body was stiff and a bit sore. No wonder. The three of them had been up most of the night. Both men had made love to her in ways she’d never imagined. Another groan slipped out before she could stop it.

“Good morning.” Thomas rolled toward her and threw his arm over her waist.

Alec’s thigh rested on top of hers, and his fingers stroked her stomach. “Such a glorious day.”

In the stark light of day, Hope was thoroughly embarrassed at her own abandon. Her face grew hot as a sunburn, and she couldn’t even find the words to return their simple morning greetings.

“’Twould seem our Hope now regrets what happened in the wee dark hours.” Alec kissed her cheek. “No need to be ashamed, lass, we all—”

“I’m not
ashamed!
” Her own vehement denial amazed her. “I’m merely…
embarrassed
.” She tugged the sheet a little higher up on her body, although she didn’t brush their hands away. “We’re all naked. I have never been naked in front of a man in the light of day.”

“Never?” Alec shook his head. “’Tis clear yer husband wasnae much of a lover.”

She didn’t bother denying it. The delights that Alec and Thomas had shown her had opened her eyes to Billy’s failings in bed, just as their hard work and kindness made Billy’s cruelty and sloth apparent. “Never. Surely sleeping without clothes is a sin.”

Both men chuckled.

Thomas rubbed her stomach. “I think what we did in this bed last night would make sleeping naked seem quite tame.”

She quit the topic before she said something else so foolish. “I should be getting us breakfast.”

Thomas moved to snag his breeches and fetched his watch from the pocket. “It’s almost nine.”

“Nine?” Hope sat up. The sheet fell away from her breasts. “We have chores!”

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than the sound of approaching hoofbeats drifted through the open window, drawing nearer with each gallop.

“Sweet merciful Jesus. Someone’s here!” She scrambled over Thomas, her knee coming in contact with his groin.

He groaned and rolled away, shielding his cock and sac a few moments too late.

“I’m terribly sorry. How clumsy of me. Pray forgive me.”

A weak smile crossed his lips, which she read as forgiveness.

She jerked her wrinkled shirt over her head, not even bothering to search for her underthings. Bits of dried grass still clung to her clothes, but she didn’t have time to search for another ensemble. She dragged on her skirt and tried to fasten the buttons. “Where are my shoes?”

Thomas was still breathing deeply as he tried to stand. “I fear…we left them at the pond.”

“Get up! Both of you!” Panic sizzled through her. “You cannot be discovered naked in my house! In my bed, no less!”

Alec set his mouth into a hard line. “We will hide in yer other bedroom.”

“We’ll make sure no one see us, Hope,” Thomas added, reaching for his breeches.

Alec tugged on his pants. “We donnae want to blacken your name since ye love this town so much.”