A Marriage Most Scandalous (Scandalous Ballroom Encounters Book 2) (13 page)

She giggled as he lifted her, too, and deposited her upon the bed beside Petra. “Anything you want, my lord.”

Her words sent a fresh surge of blood to his already straining cock.

Anything he wanted.

They were both his for the taking; yet, he hardly knew where to begin.

Glancing down at the two pairs of lovely breasts spread before him like offerings on a buffet, he decided to begin there.

Crawling up onto the bed, placing one knee between each of their spread legs, he bent over them. Catching one of Cecily’s nipples between his lips, he suckled hungrily. Reaching toward Petra, he palmed one of her breasts, twisting the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Cecily moaned, arching her back as Petra slid a hand between her legs. He continued suckling her breasts, moving back and forth from one to the other, while Petra parted Cecily’s lips and inner folds to reveal the moist, pink center of her cunt. Cecily moaned and thrashed as he teased her nipples and Petra tickled her clit.

Moving his hand down from her breast, he found his way between Petra’s legs. She spread them wider for him, inviting him in. His thumb circled her clit, while his forefinger dipped inside her tight, velvety channel. Both women trembled, writhing beneath him. He moved his lips from Cecily to Petra, reveling in the feel of her nipples against his tongue and the feel of her around his fingers.

“You like my wife’s sweet cunt, don’t you?” he asked her, stilling his fingers inside of her.

She strained toward him, bucking her hips and taking him back inside of her. “Yes,” she replied, her voice husky with desire.

He smiled, obliging her with a few more strokes inside her channel, coating his digits with more of her honey.

“Cecily, darling, I want you to straddle Petra’s face and let her taste your sweet quim.” Removing his fingers, he brought them to his fingers and tasted them. “Hmmm,” he moaned. “I must have more.”

Lowering his head between Petra’s legs, he glanced up, watching as Cecily climbed up and spread her legs, lowering her cunt toward Petra’s face. He reached down and stroked himself, driven wild with lust at the sight of Petra’s pink tongue lapping at his wife’s cunt.

Cecily moaned, resting on her hands and knees while Petra licked and suckled her clitoris, her hands palming the cheeks of her buttocks and kneading them.

Spreading the lips of Petra’s core, he revealed her tender pink flesh dripping with arousal. His tongue tingled when he pressed it against her. Lapping and suckling, he eased his hunger by filling his mouth with her taste. Her moans were muffled as she continued performing the same act on Cecily, joining her lips and tongue with her fingers. Spreading her legs wider, he did the same, thrusting two fingers into her slick channel and pumping them in and out while sucking her clitoris.

With his opposite hand, he pumped his erection, easing the ache caused by the taste of Petra and the sight of Cecily riding the other woman’s tongue, her hips thrusting as she threw her head back and played with her erect nipples.

He wanted more now. His own ministrations were no longer enough to soothe him with so much tantalizing, feminine flesh just within his grasp.

Kneeling between Petra’s spread legs, he positioned himself to enter her. Reaching for Cecily, he pulled her down between them, resting her on top of Petra. Running his fingers down her spine, he leaned down to kiss the back of her neck.

Arching her back, she ground her hips against Petra’s and moaned. The woman’s answering sound proved the last straw.

Unable to hold back any longer, he slammed into Petra, entering her in one forceful stroke. She screamed, arching her back as he pulled back and entered again, finding a steady rhythm.

Reaching down between Cecily’s legs, he encountered Petra’s fingers. The Madame had already reached back, hooking one of Cecily’s legs upward, sliding her arm between their bodies, and begun thrusting her slender digits in and out of his wife’s cunt. Cecily bent her head toward Petra’s and the two kissed, tongues dueling as his cock pounded in and out of Petra, and her fingers slid in and out of Cecily.

Glancing down at the beautiful, round backside bouncing against his abdomen, he was struck with the urge to explore his wife in a way he never had before. Without hesitating to question whether it might be proper, he spread her buttocks, revealing her tight anus. Reaching down to coat his fingers in the honey that Petra had coaxed from her cunt, he smeared up over the forbidden passage. Pressing his finger against it, he grinned as she shivered and moaned. The high-pitched sound indicated her surprise and pleasure.

“Do you like that, sweetheart?” he whispered, sinking his finger in inch by slow inch. Below him, Petra continued thrusting into her channel with insistent fingers, while lower still, his cock moved in and out of Petra’s silken sheath.

She whimpered, wiggling her hips and angling her bottom higher so that he could continue his invasion. Beneath her, Petra suckled and fondled Cecily’s breasts while lifting her hips to meet Sheridan’s.

He watched in fascination as his finger sank deeper and deeper into her back passage, squeezed tight by the virginal, unexplored ring of flesh. She trembled and moaned as he slid his finger slowly in and out, imagining that tight channel wrapped around his cock. Just the thought nearly drove him over the edge, and he quickened his strokes within Petra, satisfied by the hitch in her breath as her thighs clenched around his.

Cecily shattered first, screaming out her release and pressing her hips back against the hands teasing her to completion. Sheridan moved faster inside her back passage, heightening her pleasure. She screamed, throwing her head back and trembling, before collapsing on top of Petra, who shattered second. She wrapped her arms around Cecily, capturing her lips and moaning as Sheridan grasped her thighs and lifted, angling her for deeper penetration.

He gasped as her sheath tightened around him, pulsating in release. He bit his lower lip, fighting not to come just yet, waiting until just the right moment. Holding on as long as he could, he gritted his teeth and continued stroking inside of her, his legs trembling as the inevitable climax nipped at his heels. It nearly crippled him, causing his bollocks to contract and forcing the air from his lungs. He felt certain his tight grip left fingerprints on Petra’s thighs as he dug into them and lunged one last time.

Pulling away slowly, he collapsed on the bed beside Cecily, who had rolled from on top of Petra to lay between them. Pulling her against him, he kissed her temple, then her cheek. Smiling, she turned her head and kissed him back.

Relief swept through him. While he’d known having Petra with them was something his wife had desired, he’d also worried that she would find watching him have sex with another woman to be distasteful, after all.

However, his wife had been sated and seemed pleased as she lay sandwiched between her two lovers. Draping one arm over Petra, who lay nestled against her, she closed her eyes.

Reaching down, he found the counterpane and pulled it over the three of them. As his racing breath began to calm, he held his wife and began drifting off toward sleep.

Cecily opened her eyes and smiled. The morning sun filtered through the windows, slightly stinging her eyes. Stretching, she came toward full wakefulness, reliving every moment of the night before with a grin. A slow throb began between her thighs as the memories awakened her with insistent longing. Turning onto her side, she frowned to find the bed empty where Petra had once laid.

Lifting herself up onto her elbow, she scanned the room, finding it cleared of Petra’s belongings. She’d brought a valise that had gone missing, and the discarded nightgown was gone, as well. Sitting up fully, she glanced over at Sheridan, who still lay sleeping on his stomach beside her. Rising from the bed, she located her robe and slipped it on. Walking toward her dressing room, she listened for any sound that might indicate the woman might be on the other side of the door.

Instead of Petra, she found a crisp, white envelope resting on her washstand. Their names had been scrawled on it in a neat hand.

Cecily and Sheridan.

Curiosity gnawing on her insides, she opened the envelope and found a thick sheet of stationary inside. She recognized it from the writing desk in her room. Trudging back into the bedroom, she read the note.

Dear Cecily and Sheridan,

I thought to leave before your servants intruded. Imagine the shock if they were to find me in your bed!

Last night was quite an experience, and I thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it. Thank you for inviting me into your lives, your marriage, and your bed. I am thrilled to see the progress that you have made as a couple. Nothing brings me more joy than helping people explore each other in new ways.

Do call on me if you ever find yourselves wanting to invite another woman into your bed. I, or one of my girls, would be more than happy to oblige you.

Yours sincerely,

Petra

On the bed, Sheridan rolled over and stretched with a groan.

She perched on the mattress beside him and waited for him to come fully awake. He brushed the hair out of his eyes and peered up at her. A slow smile creased his face covered by a night’s worth of stubble.

“Good morning, love. Where’s Petra?”

Holding up the note where he could see it, she shrugged. “Gone. She wanted to leave before the servants could discover her.”

He chuckled, the sound much deeper with the clinging talons of sleep in his voice. Cecily quite liked it.

“Could you imagine their horror if they had? As if we haven’t caused enough scandal.”

She slid back into bed beside him, allowing him to nestle the coverlet around her.

“I do believe I am the one who started the last one. I will thank you not to take all the credit.”

Sheridan’s hand slipped beneath her dressing gown and he fondled her buttocks.

“Hmmm, my naughty little wife. Whatever shall I do with you?”

She lay back and let him untie the belt of her robe, sighing when his hands found her bare flesh.

“Whatever you wish, my love,” she replied. “I am yours to do with as you please.”

He nuzzled her neck, the stubble along his jaw tickling her. “That leaves us open to so many delicious possibilities,” he mumbled, nibbling at her shoulder. “It sounds like the makings of quite a marriage.”

“A passionate marriage,” she replied, arching her back as his tongue caressed one of her nipples. Then, thinking of Petra, she giggled. “No, a scandalous one.”

He glanced up and their gazes met, and she knew he thought of Petra, too. Perhaps someday, they would invite her into their bed again, or someone else. Cecily found she’d enjoyed sharing her husband with another woman. However, for now, she felt content to be with him, reveling in their love and the little life she would bring into the world the following summer.

“A marriage most scandalous,” he repeated, nodding. “Yes, I quite like the sound of that.”

Dear Reader,

After writing Masquerade, book 2 in the Scandalous Ballroom Encounters series, I felt so bad for poor Sherry. While dashing dukes get our heart pounding, and we cheer when they steal the girl from the ‘good guy’ … well, I always like to think there’s more to the ‘good guy’ than meets the eye. Sheridan Cranfield certainly threw me for a loop and I enjoyed writing his story.

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Read on for more about book 3 in the series, Tempting Two. This one will follow Cecily’s cynical friend Penelope … who will have two lovers of her own to reckon with.

In the meantime, I hope life brings you good books, great sex, and most of all, lots of love.

Victoria

Sexy heroes … sassy heroines … electrifying erotic romance.

Victoria Vale has written over two dozen Romance and Young Adult novels under various pseudonyms. As a lover of erotic romance, she enjoys nothing more than a sexy hero paired with a sassy heroine, flavored with a dash of spice and lots of heat. A wife and mother of three, she enjoys reading (of course), cooking, sewing … and other activities that aren’t appropriate for inclusion in a biography.

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