Page 4 of His Scandalous Viscountess
Julia’s senses reeled as Wolf kissed her. He tasted of man, and the faint hint of mint, which triggered the echo of a memory as their tongues tangled and twined. The wet slide was an erotic caress that had her nipples hardening and her pussy dampening in immediate response. Then one big hand slipped around to the back of her neck and hauled her up and off Linc’s lap. Once she was standing, Wolf pressed closer to her, deepening the kiss, as though he wanted to crawl inside her.
Behind her, Linc rose and pressed closer to her back, sandwiching her between them. He unfastened her belt, letting it fall to the floor with a muffled tinkle. Then he loosened the scarf at her waist and slipped it free from her hips.
Wolf broke the kiss, finally retreating for a much-needed breath. Julia’s head spun as she tried to take in the truth of the matter. The man she’d dreamed about for a decade was here in her arms, if only for one night.
How could she let the opportunity to bring every fantasy she’d had to life pass?
Wolf’s tumultuous blue gaze bore into her, demanding the truth. “Do you truly want this, Jules?”
Chapter 2
Her heart hitched as he called her by the name he’d once used, the only person who’devercalled her that. “Yes.” She hesitated, and then added, “Please.”
He merely nodded once, and then behind her, Linc’s lips settled at her nape, warm and sensuous as he trailed them down her back until he met the fastenings of the bodice she wore. He released the fabric, and then continued unobstructed, to pepper her spine with kisses and licks that set her skin to tingling.
At the same time, Wolf peeled the bodice from her front and drew it down her arms, his gaze still locked with hers as he exposed her breasts to the cool air. Her nipples tightened, and he slowly let his focus drift downward until his breath strangled in his throat as he took in her breasts. Gently, he reached up and cupped each globe, as though testing their weight, and then scraped the rough pad of his thumbs over each hardened tip.
She shivered in response, her thighs squeezing together while desire thrummed through her.
Linc quickly released her skirt, sending it to the floor with the rest of her clothing, only to emit a loud groan. “Christ, she’s not wearing anything beneath that flimsy excuse for a skirt.”
Wolf’s gaze dipped lower and he growled in response. Her heart skipped a beat, even as her body sang with excitement. It had been hard for her to accept that as independent as she was, she relished relinquishing control in the bedroom. Her last lover, Tariq, had shown her just how much pleasure she could experience at the hands of the right man.
Masculine hands smoothed over her body, front and back. Two sets of hands, two muscular forms bracketing her, and two mouths tormenting her flesh. Linc reached around from behind and cupped her breasts. She spilled over his hands, but he didn’t seem to mind as he massaged and kneaded her flesh. Then his lips traced along her shoulder and up her neck, leaving a damp trail in their wake.
Before her, Wolf lowered to his knees and peppered her stomach with kisses. She ached for him to touch her pussy, and was close to demanding he do so when his big warm hands wrapped around the insides of her thighs and nudged one of her legs up. Supported by Linc, she shifted her weight onto one leg and let Wolf place the other on his shoulder. Then he reached up to grip her bum as he drew his tongue along her slit.
She knew how wet she was, how turned on, but she was not prepared for the shock of pleasure that ripped along her limbs, making her tremble. Slowly, Wolf lapped at her lips, delving a little deeper with each stroke of his tongue, until he reached her clitoris. Her hips bucked into his mouth and she flung her head back against Linc’s shoulder.
The heat and strength of Linc’s body supporting hers as he pinched her nipples allowed her to relax and focus on the amazing things Wolf was doing with his tongue. The long, slow sweeps over her aching flesh sent a quiver through her body, and then he would shift direction and suddenly drive deep into her core. The slow swirls over her soaked opening pushed her to the edge of control. He worked her quim with an expertise that she both enjoyed and—if she were honest—hated. Clearly, he was a man who was familiar with a woman’s body.
Unwanted jealousy invaded her thoughts, but the intense pleasure that began to coalesce into a tight ball low in her pelvis distracted her. Her supporting leg shook. The ball grew tighter. Wolf grew more assertive, latching onto her sensitive nub and sucked.Hard.
Bliss exploded through her, a rush of ecstasy that made her knees weak as her heart raced. She tingled from head to toe as Wolf continued to suck, while Linc rolled the hard tips of her breasts. For a moment, she swore she was floating, but she quickly realized that the two men were simply holding her up as she regained awareness.
Once she was steady on her feet again, she blinked until the fog cleared and Wolf’s satisfied grin came into focus. “The pair of you are dangerous.”
His smile grew wider. “We’ve only begun to show you pleasure, Jules. On the bed.”
The command in his voice stirred her to movement, and she crawled onto the bed where she sprawled, waiting for his direction. Wolf and Linc stood a little apart, each taking in her display. If she were honest, she’d never felt more beautiful than in that moment.
“So many lush curves,” Linc sighed. “I could spend a week exploring, and still be lost.”
Wolf shot a glance at his friend that told Julia he wasn’t so enthused about that idea. But in lieu of making a comment, he simply moved toward the bed. Standing over her, he reached out and stroked his fingertips down her cheek, the long column of her throat, and then along her breastbone and stomach, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in his wake. Curious as to what he might do next, she watched the play of muscles under his skin in the low light.
A movement on her other side drew her attention as Linc crawled onto the bed beside her and knelt there, apparently waiting for some sort of signal. She assumed he was looking to Wolf for guidance. The silence stretched out, and it dawned on her that the three of them were the only occupants in the room. She wondered when exactly the others had slipped away, because she honestly couldn’t remember. It scared her that she had been so lost in Wolf and Linc’s caresses that she’d forgotten they had not been completely alone—at least at the start.
Then the men before her leaned over and each sucked a nipple into their mouths, and all her thoughts flitted away. Her awareness pinpointed down to where their lips were fused to her skin, and the pull from her tips all the way to her toes, which had begun to curl. Wolf released the nipple he’d captured and looked at her as Linc continued to suck on her other breast. He worried one tip with his teeth as he tweaked the other with his fingertips, making it difficult for her to focus on what Wolf was saying.
He stroked her hair with a reverent touch. “…so rich and vibrant, like a living flame.” Then he lifted some of her tresses and rubbed them between his fingers. “You’ve lived a much different life since I saw you last, Jules, but I need to understand your boundaries for tonight. Is there anything you will not allow? Have you ever had two lovers at once? Have you taken a man in your arse while another filled your quim? Is it something you would enjoy?”
The raspy quality of his voice sent shivers down her spine that melded with the lust Linc continued to stir in her with his mouth. Desire winged through her sharply, for all that the two men offered, and possibly something they didn’t. Even as Wolf waited for her response, Linc lifted his head and peered at her in interest.
She hesitated, not having expected to discuss things so plainly. She licked her lips and tried to tamp down the heat simmering in her cheeks. “There are no barriers to our pleasure tonight. While I have only ever had one man at a time as a lover, I have heard of a woman taking two at a time, and I am curious about this experience.”
Wolf nodded, but then hesitated, his face scrunching as though it disturbed him to ask such personal questions. “And have you ever had a man”—the hand stroking her hair lifted and clenched into a fist before dropping to his side—”take your arse?”
A confusing rush of emotions swept through her. On the one hand, she felt no shame for her sexual explorations, but at the same time, she hated that her past might distress Wolf. Pushing aside her jumbled feelings, she simply replied, “I have.”
