She swallowed, and before the uncertainty that clouded her mind could take charge, he devoured her lips.
Emily stiffened, both aroused and nervous. She darted her tongue to suckle and twine with his, and sharp desire slowly eased the nervousness from her. She drew her mouth from him and rested her forehead on his shoulder, her breathing ragged and heartbeat pumping.
“I am a little scared,” she confessed.
He brushed his lips on her forehead and spun with her so that he sat on the desk and she rested against his lap. She turned away from him, and her buttocks nestled into his hardness. He groaned harshly, and she smiled, loving that she affected him as easily as how he did her. Her gaze flicked to the door, anticipating it opening.
“Why are you scared?” He kissed the arch of her neck, and she shivered.
“I do not know what to expect. I know what it is like to be loved by you separately, but the idea of both of you arouses and scares me.”
The fireplace crackled, and Emily shivered as he started to undress her. Her day-dress design was simple enough that he whisked her out of it without turning her to face him. He stood and eased off her drawers and brassiere, shoes and stockings, leaving her naked. Emily should have felt cold, but she didn’t. A fever of need burned in her veins. A need that scared her even as it enthralled. She made to turn and face him, and he stilled her. He sat back on the edge of his desk and drew her onto his lap.
“Watch the door for Maxwell.”
She moaned as his hands snaked around to her stomach, kneading softly. Her muscles relaxed, and she became more pliant in his arms.
“When we share you, sometimes we will love you separately while the other watches, or we will love you together.” He pressed a hot openmouthed kiss to her throat.
She nodded as his hands traveled to her breasts, cupping the undersides and slowly massaging them.
“There are times when you will be sucking my cock into your mouth while Maxwell takes you.” He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and she whimpered at the spear of lust that spread to her vagina. She looked down and watched as he caressed her throbbing tips to straining redness. She writhed, rubbing her buttocks harder against his lap, enjoying how he flexed beneath her.
“And then there will be times when I take your ass while Max takes your cunt.”
“I don’t understand,” she whispered.
He chuckled, the sound hot and wicked. One of his hands left her breast and snaked down to her mons, cupping her. She was already wet and slick, and she tensed as anticipation shimmered through her body. He pumped two fingers inside her, and she arched her back, gasping. He stroked deep and sure while his thumb rubbed her bundle of pleasure. His other hand flicked at her nipple before squeezing, and the slight bite of pain had ecstasy rushing over her and with a strangled cry she exploded.
He slowly gathered the wetness that slicked from her around to her rear. He slipped his fingers down to an entrance she never dreamed would be touched so intimately. He moved his finger to the crack in her buttocks, exploring the cheeks of her rear, spreading wetness there.
“This is where I am going to take you, Emmeline, while Max is inside you.”
Her eyes widened as he slowly slid a finger into her rear entrance. She cried out at the sensuous sting, and her mind hazed in shock, brutal mind-searing lust gripping her. His finger probed. It penetrated. She sucked in a startled breath at the sensation, arching in his arms. He gave her earlobe a sharp, erotic bite and screwed his finger deeper into her. Her muscles protested, and she moaned low in her throat. The sensation of being painfully stretched increased, and she arched, whimpering. The door creaked open, and she froze as Maxwell strolled in.
“Maxwell, I…”
“Shsssh,” Marcellus soothed behind her.
Maxwell stepped in front of her, and she closed her eyes in mortification. The pleasure had burned her hotter at his entrance. A harsh sob of lust tore from her chest. She clenched her eyes tighter as Maxwell came closer.
“Open your eyes, darling.” Maxwell’s breath puffed over her lips, and she opened her lids. Gray eyes clashed with hers, and the hunger she saw in his gaze stunned her.
Marcellus placed a wet kiss on her neck, and she shivered. She stared at Maxwell with a mix of terror and desire.
She moaned softly as he gripped her hips and lifted her so that she sat farther onto Marcellus’s lap, pressing him more into the desk. Her throat worked, but no sound came out. Suddenly, Maxwell speared two fingers between her legs and slid them inside her moist opening. She wailed as pleasure knifed through her, tormenting in its intensity.
Marcellus pulled his fingers from her backside and snaked his hands around, clamping each of her thighs, drawing them over his, widening her. She tilted her gaze to look into his face. She shivered. He wasn’t looking at her. He looked over her shoulder at Maxwell’s fingers screwing into her. Lust hazed her mind as she realized that she sat splayed in Marcellus’s lap as he sat on the edge of his desk, and Maxwell stood between her thighs, plunging his fingers into her core, tormenting her with desire.
She whipped her head around to meet Maxwell’s gaze.
“We are both going to make love with you, my darling,” Maxwell said against her lips before claiming them in a kiss of raw hunger. She felt her heart begin to beat a little harder.
“Maxwell will take that tight cunt of yours, and I will be sliding my cock up this ass of yours. It will hurt, but we will bring you to pleasure over and over. You’ll be pleading for mercy but begging for more,” Marcellus muttered, kissing her nape, her chin, and her cheeks.
Something primal unfolded in her, and she arched her hips, greedy for more. Need spiked, and she rolled her hips against his hand. Maxwell removed his trousers and undressed fully. Her nails dug into Marcellus’s thighs as he opened her impossibly wide, and then Maxwell stepped between her legs. He slammed into her in one forceful lunge, parting through muscles swollen from arousal.
Her wail sliced through the air as he burrowed his thickness all the way to the hilt.