Free All for One by Ariel Tachna, Nicki Bennett Page B

around the blissful invasion. “Right there, Perrin, again.”
    Perrin’s hips bucked wildly. He reached beneath Léandre’s writhing body to fist the filling shaft, but he could already feel his control deserting him and knew he’d never hold out long enough to make Léandre come again. He angled his hips, aiming directly for his lover’s sweet spot, determined to give as much pleasure as he could before he lost control. With a long, loud groan, his release spooled out of him, filling the clinging passage. He kept thrusting, hoping to prolong their mutual pleasure until his softening shaft slipped from the weeping hole. Sinking onto his knees, his hand never slowing, he lowered his head and licked at the sensitive flesh.
    Clenching futilely around Perrin’s softening cock, Léandre groaned when it slid from inside him. He hadn’t gotten enough of that rough pounding—he didn’t think he’d ever get enough. Perrin’s tongue at his hole was a deliciously decadent pleasure, but Léandre knew he’d need more to bring him to a second climax. “Fingers,” he moaned, craving more of that touch deep inside. “Give me your fingers….”
    Immediately, Perrin gave Léandre what he wanted, two fingers spearing deep and rough into the rippling channel, twisting and plunging in pale imitation of what his cock had done. He nipped sharply at the curve of his lover’s buttocks, hoping the little snap of pain would help bring Léandre undone.
    “More,” Léandre demanded, uncaring that the groan sounded more like a plea.
    Perrin added a third finger carefully, loving the way his lover twisted beneath him. He leaned in closer, inhaling the combined scents of their release. His tongue snaked out to circle the stretched hole, playing around his fingers as he sopped up the fluid seeping from Léandre’s body.
    Hips bucking upward, Léandre writhed until the plundering fingers rubbed over the spot that ached for Perrin’s touch. Pushing backward, he fucked himself on his lover’s fingers until sparks exploded inside him, spreading along his nerves to engulf his entire body. His come sprayed over Perrin’s hand, the second release feeling endless, wave upon wave pouring from him as he shuddered between Perrin’s fist around his cock and his fingers spearing his arse. Finally emptied, he collapsed onto the mattress, trapping Perrin’s hand beneath him as he groaned in exhaustion.
    Scooping Léandre into his embrace so they spooned together well clear of the wet spot on the sheets, Perrin nuzzled his lover’s neck through the longish hair. “Now if only Aristide were here, everything would be perfect,” he mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.
    His mind hazy as he followed Perrin into slumber, Léandre wasn’t sure he could get much closer to perfection.

Chapter 5

     
    R EINING his horse in yet again, Aristide glanced back to watch Benoît’s progress. The big chestnut he rode was as slow as the blacksmith had claimed, but his gait was steady so that his rider wasn’t jarred excessively. Still, Aristide thought the young man seemed paler than he had the last time he’d checked. Circling Orphée around, the bay dancing a bit at the restriction, he fell into a walk at Benoît’s side.
    “We’ll stop at the next village,” he promised, though he’d hoped to make a bit more progress while daylight lasted. Still, it was the blacksmith’s first day in the saddle after a serious injury, and he’d been in a weakened condition even before he’d been shot. “We should have stopped for the day at Auxerre,” he apologized.
    Benoît shrugged uncomfortably. He knew he wasn’t the rider the musketeer was, even when he wasn’t hurting still from a ball to the shoulder, but he didn’t think he was so bad that he needed constant supervision, yet it felt like Aristide had barely looked away from him since they left Époisses that morning. Orphée was clearly feeling the strain, twitching nervously from having been forced to