Free Indiscretions by Madelynne Ellis

She thought only of pleasure, of his warm mouth around her blood-flushed nipples, and of Lucerne’s hands which lay upon her thighs. He was bunching up her long skirts. Already the garters holding up her stockings lay exposed.
    Bella’s breath tickled his ear as Vaughan lowered his head as if to oblige her wish, but he merely kissed each peak once, before cupping both breasts in his hands and squeezing them together so that they formed a soft pillow around his cock.
    “Uh!” she protested, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, she pulled him closer, her hands clasped tight upon his hips.
    Vaughan leaned over her to reach Lucerne, seeking his kiss while he continued to use Bella’s breasts. The touch of his lover’s hands upon his face drove him wild. “Yes,” he hissed. “Yes,” this was good. Their tongues tangled. All three of them rocked to the motion of his thrusts, acknowledging his pleasure above any other.
    Then abruptly, Vaughan drew back.
    The night they’d first spent together, Lucerne had slowly undressed, and watched while he and Bella were linked together. Now, his and Lucerne’s roles were reversed. Vaughan tugged open the elaborate knot of his cravat and sent the snowy white scarf sailing onto the floor. His coat followed, then his waistcoat with its row of tiny pearl buttons. He lingered over each one, knowing he held both Bella and Lucerne’s attention. His shirt followed his waistcoat, and finally shoes, stockings and breeches, until he stood before them naked and potently erect.
     
    Bella watched her rival slack mouthed. She didn’t recall him ever being so playful. Teasing, yes, but this performance was something different. Seductive, intimate and terrifying. Try as she might, she couldn’t pull her gaze away from Vaughan, even though Lucerne’s hands were the ones upon her continuing the slow arousal both men had started.
    Vaughan had turned her head with his saturnine beauty from the very first, but the slow, sultry way in which he undressed left her gasping for air. Beneath his finery, his chest and thighs were tautly muscled. An intriguing slivery scar ran across one side of his abdomen. Bella reached out and traced its shiny surface. She didn’t doubt Vaughan’s assertion that it was an old dueling scar delivered by a cuckolded Venetian count.
    Behind her, she knew from Lucerne’s sharp inhalations, that he was equally entranced. Ever since Vaughan had placed her upon Lucerne’s lap, Lucerne had been rocking against her. Now, he was fully aroused, the thick press of his cock against her bottom a constant reminder of what was to come.
    Bella wriggled, trying to position him so as to give them both more pleasure. She wanted him inside her, stretching her, awakening her, ready for what she knew they would both give. Already her heart hammered in anticipation. A vision of the three of them locked together swam in her thoughts.
    If anyone discovered the truth of what they shared, there’d be hell to pay, but moments like this outweighed the risk in her head. What point was there to life, if she could not live and know sexual bliss?
    “Touch me,” she pleaded. “I need…”
    Lucerne, ever eager to oblige, slid a hand beneath her skirt. He covered her muff with his hand and stroked a single digit between the wet and swollen lips of her quim. Bella stiffened against him as he brushed her pearl. The touch while light was almost unbearable, but she didn’t push him away. She wanted him too much to ever do that. Instead she tilted her head back towards him, seeking a kiss.
    Their mouths locked in a fierce tango, his tongue artfully playing against hers while she rocked against his touch, taking, accepting everything he offered even though the intensity of it danced the line between pleasure and pain.
    “I’m sure somebody said this was supposed to be about me.” Vaughan stroked a hand down the side of her throat, and then dipped his head and lavished untold pleasure on her