His Grace, The Duke: Second Sons Book Two

Tom was dead. This was death, and he was in heaven. Rosalie was naked on her knees before him, her hands at the fall on his breeches, fingers working the buttons. His cock was aching with the desire to feel the heat of that perfect mouth. He glanced over to Burke on the sofa. The man sat still as stone, taking in the scene. Tom caught his eye and smirked. When Burke nodded, he knew his message was received. Burke wouldn’t interfere…yet.

As Rosalie loosened the last button, Tom wasted no time tugging his shirt off over his head and tossing it aside. He raised his arms and Rosalie’s soft hands were on him, smoothing over his stomach. She inched closer. When her mouth touched the sensitive spot over his hip bone, he wanted to die all over again. Instead, he fisted his fingers in her dark hair.

She trailed kisses from his right hip, across the top of his breeches, to the other side. While she kissed him, her warm hands caressed his skin, sliding up his sides. Gooseflesh spread down his arms.

When she nipped playfully at the skin right above his crotch, he groaned. He was done being teased. Gripping his breeches, he shoved them down. His hard cock sprang free before her face. He watched her breath catch as she reached for him, her soft hand making him dizzy with desire.

“Tell me what you want,” she murmured, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

His tip was already weeping for her. “Taste it.”

Holding his cock with one hand, she leaned in close and licked the tip. At the first touch of her warm tongue, fireworks went off in his chest.

“Don’t stop,” he grunted. “Take me in your mouth.”

She shifted a little on her knees and took hold of his hips with both hands. Then she stretched her pretty pink lips around him. Christ, it was perfection. He watched every inch of his cock disappear into her hot, wet mouth. The vision of it was eclipsed by the physical sensation. She was playful, using her control of his hips to help her move.

It was all he could do to let her stay in control. He wanted to rut. He wanted to claim. He smoothed a hand over her beautiful, dark hair to remind himself that she was precious. “Please, Rose—”

She made a little sucking noise as she let him go, glancing up with wide eyes. “Please what?”

He blinked. Had he said that out loud?

“What do you want?” The dark eyes reeled him in.

“I can’t—” he muttered, not even knowing what he was trying to say.

“Tell me.” She kissed his thigh.

“He wants control.”

Rosalie glanced over her shoulder.

Burke, who’d been watching silently, flashed Tom a smirk. “He wants to own your mouth, love. He wants to rut into you until you’re choking on his cock, and he wants to come down your throat. He wants to taste himself on your tongue…isn’t that right, Tom?”

Tom let out a shaky breath. “Yes.”

Rosalie turned back to him, eyes wide. It wasn’t with fear, but desire. She wanted it all. Everything Burke described. Fuck, this woman was made for them.

“Take control, Tom,” she murmured, kissing one side of his hip, then the other. “Take anything you want. I’m yours.”

The words echoed around inside his head. Take control…I’m yours.

“Hold on to me,” he ordered.

Her hands went to his hips, and he got rougher, his fingers digging into her hair again as he tapped her parted lips with his cock. “Take it,” he said, his voice a growl.

Her mouth opened wider, and he slid inside, greeted by her fluttering tongue as she took him deep. Holding her still, he gave a few short thrusts, letting her feel with her hands and mouth how he wanted to move. She squeezed his hips in encouragement, letting out a little moan of pleasure.

With a muttered curse, he unleashed himself on her. He thrust into her mouth again and again, until he was tapping the back of her throat. She was so wet, so warm. It was a pleasure verging on pain to feel her give way to him, letting her mouth be claimed so completely. He let go of everything—his fears, his frustrations. He put all of himself in her hands, every piece, and she took it, shaking with need, asking for more. God, he could stay here forever. Stay inside her. Never leave.

Her hands tightened on his hips, her fingernails digging into the flesh of his arse. She looked up at him, tears in those dark eyes. He cupped her head with both hands, holding her gaze. She was ready for him.

“I’m gonna come. Rose, I’m—”

She sucked him deep and he cried out his release, holding her still as he gave her everything. It felt like he was being split apart. He was hot and cold, aching and euphoric. He’d never come so hard. Her tongue fluttered against the underside of his cock as she swallowed.

After a few moments, he released her and she sank down, panting for breath. He dropped to one knee and took her face roughly with one hand, tilting her chin up to meet his eyes. The open affection reflected on her face made his heart ache.

“I am not your friend,” he said, unable to control the tremor in his voice. “Stop calling me Renley. Call me Tom, call me darling, call me lover divine…but never friend.” He squeezed her jaw tighter. “Say it.”

She wrapped her hand around his wrist, nodding. “You’re Tom. My Tom.”

He turned her head, pointing with his free hand at Burke. “He is not your friend either. He has enough friends. And calling yourself his friend is an insult I’ll not abide.” He leaned in closer. “You are the air in his lungs, the north star guiding him home. Do not sell yourself short by using that fucking word again. Tell him who you are.”

A tear fell as she looked at Burke. “I’m your siren,” she said. “You belong to me.”

“Yes,” Burke replied, his voice heavy with want.

Tom leaned in. “In public, you may call us ‘friend,’ and we will grin and fucking bear it. But in private, that word is banned. Understood?”

She nodded, still looking at Burke. Tom pulled her to her feet and kissed her, replacing all the hardness of his thrusts with the gentleness of his soft lips and teasing tongue. He ended the kiss quickly and turned her around. “Our Burke has been patient long enough,” he murmured. “Go to him. Show him to whom he belongs.”

Without hesitation, Rosalie crossed over to Burke, climbing naked into his lap. Their mouths clashed in a passionate kiss, with Burke’s hands wrapping around her perfectly rounded arse. Rosalie moaned at the contact, moving her hips as she sought to relieve her ache. Christ, watching them together was going to have Tom hard again in minutes.

Burke broke their kiss, his hands smoothing back her hair as he murmured. “Wait—love. Rosalie, look at me.”

She sat back, her chest rising with each short breath.

“I want you,” he said, kissing her again. “I will always want you.”

“I want you too,” she replied, nuzzling his neck. “My Burke, my Horatio, I want you.”

The word buzzed through Tom, jolting him like a zap of lightning. His heart was aching, his need for both of them tearing him apart.

Burke looked over Rosalie’s shoulder, his eyes locking on Tom. Slowly, he smiled, his gaze heating as he said, “I want Tom too.”

Tom’s heart stilled. Oh hell, they were apparently doing this now.

Rosalie perched on Burke’s lap with her hands on his shoulders. “What do you mean?”

Burke tucked her hair behind her ears. “If we’re going to be together, I want us all to be…together. You’re it for us. I know it. Tom knows it. James knows it too, even if he’s being a damned pain in the arse. We belong together.”

She glanced over her shoulder at Tom. The warmth of feeling in her eyes had him aching all over again. She raised a brow. “Tom?”

He stood there, looking at his future. There’d be no going back from this. He didn’t want to go back. “I want you both. I’m drowning in an ocean of need, and you are my air.”

With fresh tears in her eyes, Rosalie held out her hand. Tom went eagerly, his pulse racing as Burke reached for him too, pulling him down on the sofa next to them.

Burke leaned in, his mouth inches away. “Tom.” He said his name like a prayer, infusing the word with a need that made Tom ache down to his very bones. “You have to stop me if I go too far or—”

“Shut up and kiss me,” Tom growled, crashing his lips against Burke’s. Each time felt more amazing than the last. Rosalie’s lips were so soft and tender. Burke’s were soft too, but there was nothing of tenderness, only raw passion. His hand curled tight in Tom’s hair, holding him close as he teased with his tongue. Tom opened to him. Burke tasted like whiskey and Rosalie. It was a heady combination that had fire burning through him, licking down his spine.

Then Rosalie’s hands were on him, sliding up his bare arms. Oh god, her soft lips were on his collarbone, his shoulder. Her sweet tongue traced the lines of the cross tattooed on his chest. Then she was kissing his neck, sucking at his pulse point. The sensation sent a cresting wave of desire straight to his cock.

Burke broke their kiss and pulled Rosalie off Tom, claiming her mouth with his own. He poured his passion into her until she was trembling. When he finally let her go, she was squirming on his lap, desperate to chase her own release. Burke gave a little chuckle. “Not yet, love. You looked too good on your knees. I want to feel your mouth on my cock while I make our darling Tom moan.”

Their perfect goddess was up for anything. With a smile, she slipped off his lap and helped Burke with his breeches. Tom watched as together they got him free. Burke’s cock was long and proud, the tip glistening. Rosalie smoothed her hands up his thighs as she sank down on him with her mouth.

Burke leaned back. He looked at Tom with such fire that Tom was sure he’d been scorched. “Give me your mouth, Tom.”

Careful of Rosalie, Tom pressed himself closer into Burke’s side and met him in another heated clash. As they kissed, a hand wrapped around Tom’s half-hardened cock. It wasn’t Rosalie’s hand.

“Bloody hell.” Tom broke the kiss, sinking back against the sofa as Burke stroked him. Tom looked down to see Burke matching his strokes to Rosalie’s movements.

With a growl, Tom slapped his hand away and dropped to all fours on the narrow sofa. It took some maneuvering, but he lowered himself until he could reach Burke’s cock. Rosalie smiled, lifting her mouth to just the tip, giving it a playful suck as Tom stroked the base with his tongue. Their mouths were close, sharing breath, as they teased Burke together. Tom’s own cock was painfully hard again.

“Touch yourselves,” Burke panted. “Please, god—come with me.”

Rosalie eagerly slid her fingers through her wetness, riding her hand as she moaned. Her sounds spurred Tom on, and he wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it as he continued to lick and tease Burke. Rosalie shifted on her knees, reaching out blindly with one hand. Tom curled forward on the sofa, guiding her hand around his cock. She gave a little sigh of relief, working both her men together.

Burke’s hand was fisted in his hair, Rosalie’s hand was around his cock, and Tom’s mouth was pleasuring his best friend. He was gone. He was destroyed. With his heart fit to burst, he came again so hard he saw white spots dancing before his eyes. His release filled Rosalie’s hand, leaking between her fingers.

He groaned in ecstasy as Burke came too, thrusting his hips up against them. Rosalie opened her mouth on his tip and some of Burke’s warm release leaked down his shaft. Tom laved it up, letting the salty taste coat his tongue. Meanwhile, Rosalie pumped him with her hand until his legs were shaking.

Then, in a move that had Tom ready to come all over again, Burke took Rosalie’s hand off Tom’s cock. Holding her by the wrist, his eyes on Tom, Burke raised her hand to his lips and licked Tom’s release off her fingers.

A piercing ache shot through him. He made a whimpering sound, wholly undone by the heat in Burke’s eyes. Then Rosalie was arching up, taking her own thumb in her mouth, tasting Tom with Burke. The pair of them sighed, ending their erotic feast with a hungry, open-mouthed kiss.

As Burke relaxed, his hand loosened in Tom’s hair, soothing him with slow strokes. The gentleness had Tom blinking back tears. He was afraid to move, knowing the moment he did this feeling of perfect happiness would begin slipping away.

Rosalie sagged back to the floor, resting her head on Burke’s thigh. She looked over at Tom and smiled before her eyes fluttered closed.

Burke was splayed out beneath them, one arm stretched along the back of the sofa. He hummed in contentment. “That was…”

“Yes,” Rosalie replied, placing a soft kiss on his leg.

“You were both perfection,” Burke muttered. “Tom, we should have done this years ago.”

Tom relaxed into him. “I’m glad we didn’t,” he admitted. He reached out and stroked Rosalie’s face. She leaned into his touch like a flower seeking sunlight. When she looked up at him, he smiled. “She was worth the wait.”

“Agreed.”

Rosalie smiled, turning her face into Tom’s hand to kiss his palm.

“I hope you don’t think we’re finished with you,” he said, tucking a dark strand of hair behind her ear.

She gave a little laugh. “My mouth begs to differ, sir. I wouldn’t be surprised if it bruises by morning.”

Even as she said the words, he noted the pleased smile she wore. She loved every second of it, the wanton goddess. She was perfect for them. He’d marry her this moment if he thought she’d ever say yes. Then they could spend every moment of the rest of their lives naked and happy.

He slipped off the sofa and sank down onto the floor behind her, wrapping her in his arms. He kissed her shoulder, her neck. “You were more than generous, sweet girl. This beautiful mouth is done for the rest of the night,” he said, tracing the shape of her lips with his fingers. “We don’t need it for what I have planned.”

A little shiver ran through her. “Oh? And what do you have planned?”

He cupped her breasts, giving her nipples a tweak that had her arching into him. “This is a den of iniquity, is it not?”

She hummed her assent, eyes closed as she dropped her head against his shoulder.

“Get on the bed, and spread those pretty legs,” he whispered in her ear, loud enough for Burke to hear. “I’m going to show you how generous I can be. And if you’re very good, Burke and I will show you together.”