Bound to Be a Groom (25 page)

They both moaned, Pia having leaned forward to take Sebastian’s cock into her mouth.

“Yes, sweet Pia. Now you can watch Farleigh enter Sebastian.”

Pia nearly cried with the pleasure of it, the overwhelming saturation of all of her senses carrying her nearly out of her body: the taste of Sebastian, the sight of Farleigh, the feel of Anna’s light, encouraging caresses along her back.

“Is everything in order, Farleigh?” Anna asked, as if she were his aide-de-camp.

“Perfect,” he replied with an answering smile. Pia watched as, inches from her face, Farleigh’s strong hands spread Sebastian’s thighs even wider before he settled his knees beneath him. Pausing to take one last breath, Farleigh then slowly pushed his huge cock into Sebastian’s slick, tight hole.

Pia now knew why Farleigh had tied Sebastian’s wrists. As she sucked him off and Farleigh penetrated him, the sweet man was beside himself. Thrashing and tugging at his restraints, head thrown back, he thrust up into Pia’s mouth and then down onto Farleigh.

“Lovely,” Anna whispered, pulling Sebastian’s balls aside to get a better look at Farleigh’s rhythm. Pia’s face was right there, as Anna took a few more seconds to watch Farleigh’s magnificent cock stretching Sebastian to the reaches of what he could endure.

Sebastian moaned again, nearing desperation. His vibrating mouth against her swollen sex sent sparks straight up Pia’s spine, shooting hot prickles of sensation across her tender arse and bare back.

Anna squeezed his sac affectionately then let go. “Here I am, my love.” She turned back and slowly lifted Pia’s mouth from Sebastian’s rod. She kissed Pia tenderly. “I love you, Pia,” Anna whispered. “Arch up for me.”

Pia lifted her eyes and saw Farleigh gazing at her while he kept up that slow, powerful pace in and out of Sebastian. Pia concentrated on Farleigh’s eyes to keep the trembling onslaught of her orgasm from crashing over her as Sebastian’s mouth worked her feverishly. While Anna circled behind him, Farleigh leaned down and kissed Pia’s lips while he was fucking Sebastian, while Sebastian was licking her. The whip of pleasure cracked through her like thunder; she felt as though she might die from the simultaneous, overpowering love of both of these men at once. She swiveled her hips, riding hard against Sebastian’s frantic mouth; she bit Farleigh’s lip and battled her tongue against his. Both of them were entirely too much, but she couldn’t get enough of either of them.

Farleigh pulled back from her mouth for a second, breathless. All four of them were frozen in that moment.

“Marry me, Pia.”

Pia looked quickly from Farleigh’s swollen lips to his eyes. “Yes,” she whispered.

Anna clapped her hands in joy and then leaned down to kiss Pia. “Congratulations, darling.” She looked from Pia to Farleigh and back again. “I hate to cut in.” She winked and slid one leg languidly over Sebastian’s hips. Pia watched as Anna rubbed the tip of his cock against her swollen clit. “Oh God, that’s good,” Anna whispered.

Sebastian begged for Anna to take him, having momentarily abandoned his attention to Pia’s sex to gasp for air and cry out nearly incomprehensible phrases and supplications. Pia moaned in sympathetic longing as she watched Anna squeeze his cock and guide him into her. Sebastian began licking Pia again, and she cried out as he moaned into her sensitive flesh. He seemed to be lost in the exquisite triumvirate of pleasure: slamming up into Anna’s pussy, or down onto Farleigh’s cock, or lavishing his attention on Pia with his mouth.

“Come here, Pia,” Anna whispered. “Put your fingers on my cunny, so you can feel when Sebastian comes.”

Pia obeyed. She loved when Anna cried out as her deft fingers pleasured Anna in that familiar way, while Sebastian’s cock thrust into Anna and Farleigh’s cock thrust into Sebastian.

Soon, Pia’s movements became disjointed and desperate, her tilted arse quivering in the moments before a release that would no longer be contained.

Sebastian pulled his mouth away from Pia and began tearing wildly at his restraints. He cried out Anna’s name, then Farleigh’s, then Pia’s, all of them whipped together in a frenzy of ecstasy.

And then it wasn’t frenetic at all. It was a beautiful dance, a ballet in which all four of them were one. Anna leaned her head back and arched against Farleigh’s shoulder, then reached forward to fork her fingers through Pia’s long black hair. Pia’s hands, desperate and needy, worked on Anna’s breasts, caressed her stomach, reached for her hips.

Sebastian bucked up into Anna with wild thrusts. Farleigh added something elemental, something that lent balance and power to all of them. He grunted and pushed into Sebastian with a roughness that Sebastian obviously found deeply satisfying from the sound of his low moans, and then Farleigh reached around Anna’s body to hold Pia’s hair, as well.

Sebastian’s desperation finally reached such a pitch that even Anna looked like she might take mercy on him. “A moment longer, Sebastian,” Anna ordered, and he keened, and Pia watched as Anna held on, pushed right to the edge of what she could bear in order to take him that much higher.

Pia was so close, her
please-please-please
a counterpoint to the heaving pressure that Farleigh was now exerting through all of them, his force reverberating into all four bodies that had become one.

“Please, Anna!” Pia screamed.

“Yes. Now, Pia,” Anna whispered.

When Pia flew apart, it affected them all in different ways. Pia’s fingers gripped and pinched Anna’s small breasts, which she knew would multiply the intensity of Anna’s release. Sebastian moaned desperately while Anna rode his cock through her orgasm. Farleigh roared to high heaven as he rammed into Sebastian again and again, pushing all of their orgasms higher and higher along with his.

“Now, Sebastian,” Anna gasped.

And dear, dear Sebastian. Pia watched Anna’s teary eyes as the man cried out a release that took him beyond the earth. His back arching beneath her, his strong arms fighting against the restraints, his head tossing and sucking the inside of her thigh desperately, all as he thrust up into Anna and then landed back down to take in Farleigh, again and again in a seemingly infinite circle of pleasure.

Pia slid away from his face at last, wilting from the consuming pleasure. She curled up near Sebastian’s hip so she could watch as Farleigh’s cock pressed into the other man’s body.

Anna fell forward, keeping Sebastian’s cock tight within her while he was in the last throes of his release. Pia traced Anna’s smooth back as she rested along Sebastian’s torso and kissed him tenderly.

While Anna kissed Sebastian, Pia leaned up to kiss Farleigh. Sebastian sobbed out his final glorious release, and Anna kissed him greedily, probably tasting their mingled scents, and she kept telling him how much she loved him, between those wet, messy kisses.

All the while, Farleigh kept kissing Pia until Sebastian shivered and bucked when Farleigh’s cock finally slid out of him. Pia didn’t want to stop kissing Farleigh, but he pulled away gently, caressing her cheek and helping her settle back among the pillows.

“Oh God,” Sebastian whispered, beyond any other words.

They all lay there for a spell, kissing and melting and petting one another for what felt like hours. Farleigh undid Sebastian’s restraints and massaged the blood back into his hands. Anna stayed draped across Sebastian’s spent body, with her right hand mindlessly caressing Pia’s breast. Pia lay on her back, arms extended in that feline way of hers. Perhaps because she had been raised in a confined world of deprivation, she now relished even the simplest physical luxuries—like stretching—with an all-consuming appreciation, Farleigh thought.

He began moving around the tent, setting things in order, when Pia spoke, “Come, darling. You’ve been apart from us for too long.” Her long arm extended elegantly, inviting him into the lovers’ fold. Sebastian and Anna were dozing next to her by that point.

He looked up from where he was kneeling by the trunk a few feet away, and Pia must have seen that his eyes were shining.

“What is it, love?” she asked, concern in her voice.

He hung his head. “I don’t know,” he whispered.

She extricated herself from Sebastian and Anna, and she smiled when the other two hummed into a deeper sleep. Walking the few feet to where he was still kneeling, a look of worry crossed her face. Did she regret agreeing to marry him, especially under such extreme circumstances? She knelt down next to him and touched his shoulder lightly with the palm of her hand. When he relaxed into her instead of flinching, she squeezed his upper arm harder. “What is it, Leigh? Anything you want is fine, you must know that. Anything. We have no rules.”

When he turned to look into her eyes, he felt exposed and raw. “Do you know what it is to want something, to crave something so deeply?”

“Yes,” she whispered, touching him lightly, encouraging him.

“But then you know it’s impossible. It’s something society or humanity or the universe will never permit. So you spend a lifetime convincing yourself that your dreams are . . . impossible. That you are not allowed to have those dreams. Maybe little pieces of them, but never the whole dream.”

“I know,” she whispered. “We all three know what it is to feel like that, love. To want something and fear you are not only wrong to wish it but perhaps even damned.”

He nodded.

“But you have bucked convention all your life. You have your title and wealth and the freedom that grants. What dream have you ever been denied?”

He looked across to where Sebastian was coming partially awake, with Anna still sound asleep against his chest. Sebastian’s smile was a slow, dreamy hello.

“That,” Farleigh whispered. “Look at him.”

Pia turned to see Sebastian’s angelic smile and continued to watch until his eyes drifted shut again. She turned back to face Farleigh. “He is a beautiful person.”

Farleigh smiled and shook his head. “I know.”

She reached under his chin to force him to look at her. “And so are you. That’s it, isn’t it?”

He nodded. “I don’t deserve what you three have. I am not—”

She leaned in and kissed him, rough and biting. She didn’t stop until he was nipping her back and they were both a little breathless. “That’s better,” she said. “We shan’t have any of that unworthiness nonsense this late in the game.”

But he felt his smile fading again. “When you spend your whole life convincing yourself of one thing, it’s hard to let it go in a single afternoon.”

Pia smiled. “Well, as you said, it’s going to be a very, very long afternoon, isn’t it?” His smile returned, but her brow furrowed. “Then again, if any of this has to do with you regretting asking me to be your wife, I shan’t hold you to it—”

He grabbed her this time, both hands digging into the turn of her shoulders. “No! Regret? No. I’m in awe. I thought you were regretting it. I can’t believe it even makes sense. I can’t believe you said yes. It
doesn’t
make sense!”

She smiled and leaned down to kiss his hand where he held her tight enough to leave a mark. “Nothing of any real importance makes perfect sense, does it, darling?”

He leaned in and kissed her again, hard and loving.

After he stopped, she looked confused for a moment. “So, I will be a duchess?”

He smiled and shook his head. “I knew you were a scheming wench at heart!”

“How far-fetched that sounds! Me! The very plain, very unremarkable Patrizia Velasquez Carvajal, a scheming wench.”

“You are no longer plain or unremarkable, my dear. If you ever were to begin with.”

“When you look at me like that I almost believe you.”

“And how do I look at you?” he taunted, letting the backs of his hands toy with the tips of her full breasts.

Her voice was getting rough. “You look at me like I am dark and earthy and strong.”

“Quite so . . .” He squeezed one nipple, hard, and she closed her eyes and rode the piercing sensation. “Come with me,” he ordered, low and sure.

She followed him out of the tent, wanting nothing more than to be taken by him the way he had taken Sebastian. Once they were out in the clearing, she turned, breathless, to face him, expecting a barrage of roughly barked orders that would culminate in Farleigh slamming into her.