‘You know you can.’
He held her by her round breasts and eased himself all the way up, the tight fit making his head swim with pleasure.
‘There,’ said Rob. ‘I know he’s in now. I can feel it, too. You’re exactly where you belong now, Luce. Exactly.’
Richard took up the theme. ‘This is your place in the world. Between your masters, filled with their cocks. Wherever else you might go, you always know that you aren’t where you belong until you’re here. It’s true, isn’t it?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Take a moment to enjoy being in your special place.’
All three of them held their positions. Richard didn’t know what the other two were feeling, but he knew that the rest of life was anticlimactic compared to being here, snug in Lucy’s rear, held close in her hot clutches.
They began to move very slowly, experimentally, tiny twitches. Richard ground his hips, Rob did likewise. Lucy, on the receiving end of both their efforts, snuffled and whimpered.
They kept up this economy of motion for as long as they could, using their hands and mouths to increase her stimulation, sometimes clashing, two hands on the same breast, both mouths on her neck simultaneously.
Richard would start the thrusting, then Rob would try to complement it, so that as one pushed forward, the other pulled back. This was not easy to achieve or sustain, though, and the rhythm often faltered. Not that it seemed to worry Lucy, who was kicking her feet and pummelling the mattress, so very close to her orgasm now.
‘Oh, I’m going to … I’m going to …’
Richard sped up then and started to make his thrusts big and punishing. Lucy buried her head in Rob’s shoulder, jerking between them as if trying to escape, but of course, that was out of the question.
He kept going as she yelped and twisted beneath him. She always came so hard like this, as if her very essence was being ripped from her. Perhaps it was.
Once she was limp and spent, he and Rob moved to their savage endgame. Who would be last to come? Nobody wanted to finish first.
Richard had to concede. It was much easier to hold off in Rob’s position – the only drawback of winning his rear occupancy. He held Lucy by the neck and poured himself into her, swearing as he emptied. Then he had to wait for Rob, enjoying the sensation of his softening inside the dark recess, deliberately not looking at his rival’s face. He didn’t need to see it.
Afterwards, they lay Lucy on her back and held her and kissed her all over. She was always a little faint after these occasions, and in need of reassurance that she was treasured and adored for her permissiveness, and not reviled.
Richard understood that what they did together took her to a dark and secret centre of herself and afterwards she was shatterably vulnerable. He took his time with her, as did Rob, showing her how grateful they both were for the licenses she granted them.
‘Thanks for coming,’ he said, when she had been kissed and loved back into herself.
‘I wasn’t sure at first,’ she said. ‘I’m still not sure I’d want to go as far as Emma goes. But it’s so interesting. People do these things so differently, and yet the world calls them all the same thing. Perverts, freaks, kinky weirdoes.’
‘The world.’ Rob kissed her nipple. ‘You know what we think of that.’
‘You’re my world,’ she said seriously. ‘The two of you. I don’t want to live anywhere else.’
The phone shrilled out downstairs, making all three of them jump.
‘What the fuck?’ said Rob. ‘That’s the second time tonight.’
They lay drowsing, listening to Blake’s indistinct voice.
‘Rich,’ he called.
Richard sat up.
‘Oh, for God’s sake,’ he muttered, running a hand through his hair. ‘Who is it?’ he called.
‘Allyson.’
‘Allyson? But she’s—’
‘I heard the door go earlier,’ said Lucy. ‘But hadn’t she been drinking? She can’t have driven anywhere. Maybe she went for a midnight walk and got lost?’