Chapter Twelve

L ord Flynn, Earl of Larsson

"I believe it is time for me to try my hand at seduction." Rex dropped to his knees on the floor and pushed my legs apart. I stared at his bent head as he unfastened the buttons at my waist. He slipped his fingers into my trousers the way he had so many years ago. "It has been twenty-one years, but I think I recall what you like."

"Let's see if you do." From the way he kissed Eleanor, perhaps he was just curious to see if the past lived up to the hype in his head. When I first explored my desires for other men after Mary's death, I was convinced I was making more out of it than what truly had happened. What I found was that I enjoyed my brief affair with a bloke I met at the coffee house and for the past year, I straddled both fences. I assumed it would be a novelty and I would get over it. Thus far, I continued to carry my desire for cock.

"I will see to your wife." I draped my arm around Eleanor's shoulders and nibbled at her ear. Had fate drawn a different hand, she would have been my wife. When I had called on her father to ask for her hand, he brutally refused my offer, informing me that she had accepted Rex's offer. That had been a lie. I had no way of knowing it at the time. Although it stung my pride and broke my heart, I had stepped aside for my friend's happiness and hers.

She was watching out of half-closed eyes, and her legs were still relaxed and open for my exploration. Could she read my thoughts? After all these years, I didn't want to feel those same emotions that I had thought I had put behind me. As I stared at her beautiful, pink-tipped breasts, rosy from Rex's attention, I knew that wasn't possible. I explored her pretty bosom through her gown once in my youth. I had been a na?ve boy of nineteen with no idea what I was truly doing. She tilted her head to allow me access to her neck, but she wasn't looking at me. Her eyes were glued to Rex's actions. I glided my hand between her legs and began to tease her nub. The slick folds beckoned me, and I couldn't wait to sink my cock into her body. That would have to come later. She licked her lips, her breath coming more quickly.

"Please do." Rex slipped his fingers around my cock and rubbed his palm up and down my shaft. So many nights, I dreamed of him doing this, and now it was coming to fruition. While I didn't want to live in the past, that's all I could think about lately. This was my present, and my fantasy had come to life. He seemed eager to perform the service for me, and I was pleased our encounter thus far had proven to be enjoyable for all of us.

Familiar heat chased along my spine. I was no longer a randy youth, but my cock ached for relief. I had recently ended an affair with a man ten years my junior who challenged my stamina at every turn. It was very fulfilling but unsustainable in the long run. I preferred the company of people my own age.

Rex licked his way around my crown, his fingers forming a tight ring around my base. I ran my hand through his damp hair and flexed my fingers across his scalp as he drew my ballocks into his hot mouth. During that unforgettable night at Oxford, we were very vocal about our needs and what we liked. Rex was a quick study, and his memory of my needs served me well.

"He is very adept," Eleanor said, her lips playing underneath my jaw.

"Yes, he is. If I didn't know better, I would have thought I wasn't the first man he seduced." A spark of jealousy hit, and I tamped it down. I knew it for a fact, and allowing me to think otherwise was doing Rex a disservice. Vibrations built one on top of the other the more he worked my member. His lack of experience was made up for in enthusiasm. Of course, men knew what other men wanted because we often yanked ourselves.

"I have a very long memory and you were very demanding," Rex said, his cheeks flushed and his eyes dark with need. He rolled the sensitive sac on his tongue, his movements decisive. Pearly fluid beaded on my crown in response to his seduction. Green eyes lifted to mine as he licked and sucked his way back up my shaft until he could bury his tongue in the slit on my head.

"Yes, I suppose I was." My heart beat fast for a different reason. Rex was the one constant in my life, and I loved him with all my being. My thighs fell farther apart as he took me deep into his throat. The fragrance of roses from Eleanor and the more earthy scents of woman invaded my senses. I tugged at her earlobe, soothing it with my tongue. She shivered, her alabaster skin raised with goosebumps at my actions, and her nipples constricted. The ears were a sensitive place for her. I would keep that in mind. "I still am."

"As am I, it would seem. My breasts feel very neglected." Eleanor's voice was husky, the sensual sound even more seductive than what Rex was doing to me. She began to move her hips into my every caress.

"How remiss of me." I sucked on the soft skin of her neck, my arm drifting down and around her back until I could clasp her breast. My thumb found her nipple, and I dragged the pad over the softness. For a woman who had expressed reservations, she had exceeded my expectations. It warmed my heart that she allowed herself to enjoy what we had to offer her. She inhaled into my caress, seeking pleasure. Her eagerness made me glad I proposed our unconventional scenario.

The silky heat of Rex's mouth, combined with the masterful way he fisted my cock, brought me to an ardent level too difficult to resist. "Rex," I gritted out a warning.

He shook his head, unrelenting in his movements. I read the permission in his gaze and allowed the pleasure to burst forth, spunking hard into his willing throat. I uttered a harsh cry, my lower body convulsing in the throes of my fulfillment.

Eleanor tilted my chin in her direction, and our lips connected, tongues intertwining. The joy I felt was twofold.

Rex stared up at us with marked satisfaction from his place on the floor. He wiped his mouth with a sleeve of his shirt. The skin was stretched taut across his cheekbones, showing he wasn't unaffected by our play. I was pleased he hadn't balked at anything I'd proposed. Rex could be adventurous, but he was always cautious. "A job well done."

"Indeed," I said on a breathless laugh. I was happy to see him seeming to enjoy himself. He had been so serious of late, the pressures of his title getting to him more so than usual. I understood for I bore a similar burden. However, Rex was under the Queen's command, and nobody disobeyed Victoria when she wanted them to do something for her. "Your wife is almost there. I would bid you move your talents to her pussy."

"Yes, Eleanor mustn't suffer because of your lack of control," Rex said with a tongue-in-cheek grin. From the glassy gleam in his eyes, he was looking forward to exploring his wife the way he had not been allowed to since marrying her. How frustrating that must have been. I knew it was frustrating for me to love her and to love him, and never being able to touch them was my version of purgatory. Mine was more of an unrequited love from a distance, whereas Rex's was a daily reminder of what might have been but wasn't. I couldn't blame Eleanor for her upbringing. Ladies were taught some rather strange things in my mind. Then again, it was the way things were. Olivia's voice echoed inside my head. I t didn't have to be . The woman was forever intruding into my thoughts.

"Would you like some direction?" I shot back, not wishing to be pulled out of our play. I wasn't sure if I could move even if I tried. It had been a while since I spunked that hard. Watching him eyeball Eleanor, I was eager to see how enthusiastic he would be to apply himself.

With the heel of his palm, he parted her legs, and using his fingertip, he drew it up her folds. "I think I can figure it out."

Rex began to pleasure his wife, his tongue sweeping over her swollen cleft. He lapped at her nub, his tongue contracting to bury in the sensitive nerves. Eleanor's hand on my thigh clenched, and she threw her head back, her neck and face flushing a beautiful rosy hue.

Her taste still lingered in my mouth, and I was envious of Rex. I turned her face to mine and kissed her sweet lips, my own aching to devour her in passion's kiss. Since meeting her, no other woman had ever lived up to her. Perhaps it was because she was my first love, or I was never out of her company for long. No matter what, I yearned for her like no other. I brushed her nipple over and over again with my fingers until she released a moan of pure bliss. Hips bucking, she lifted off the cushion before falling back down.

"I think you were a success." I looked at Rex, who sat back on his heels, a glassy look in his intense regard. The last piece of the puzzle would fall into place in a moment. Eleanor and I had been thoroughly seduced, and now it was Rex's turn to experience his own touch of heaven.

"Yes, my love, I am very pleased," Eleanor said with a satisfied grin. She seemed to have lost all of her inhibitions, and she lay sprawled where she was, unabashed. "With both of you. I, well, I can't believe I wasted twenty years of bliss because of my own na?vety."

"Do not beat yourself up over this, Eleanor. We've covered this, and it's not your fault. You were simply complying with what you were told and what you believed. I was under the same impression that you were a lady, and therefore, everything we did tonight was unacceptable for a lady."

"She is also a woman, and no matter what unfair expectations society has placed on her, she now knows the error of her ways," I said in a teasing manner. I didn't want to ruin our time together with regrets. "There is still one person who hasn't reached his fulfillment. Shall we seduce him in tandem?"

I held Eleanor's gaze until she nodded, eagerness pushing through her glassy-eyed stare. In a matter of an hour, she had turned into a siren, unabashed by her needs. It warmed my heart more than anything else could. We had yet to set a date. I sensed that it would be explosive when it did happen. And perhaps if it was successful, we could continue on with an affair between the three of us. Thus far, it had been an unbelievable experience, and we were just getting started.

"Yes, let's do." She held her hand out to Rex, and with a mischievous grin, she stood. Her breasts were bare, and her chest was flushed. While Rex and I had most of our clothes on, she had been stripped to her bloomers. One more layer, and I would see her beautiful body as God intended. "Come, husband. You've been so generous this evening. It is time you received your reward."

Anticipation churned inside my gut. Although I couldn't be ready for more than seeing to his needs, it was enough for me. It had to be.