Whispers Page 9

  "Relax. Lionel knows what he's doing,” Jonathan whispered in her ear. The men eased her around onto her back. She heard the rustle of fabric and wondered what was happening. Were they taking off their clothes? The mattress dipped as they shifted and took their places on either side of her.

  "Ah, where to begin,” Jonathan said.

  "I know where.” Something soft trailed over Rose's breast. She shivered as pleasure raced over her body and fire erupted in her veins. She reached out, but a firm hand grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the bed.

  "Don't move,” Jonathan said.

  They repeated the sweet torture, sending another ripple of excitement through her. Rose found she could tell where each man touched simply by feel. Lionel's hands were larger, rougher. Jonathan's fingers were long and tapered, like a musician's.

  "Do you like that?” Lionel asked.

  She nodded.

  "Good.” Lionel repeated the action, and Rose felt her nipples harden under the attention.

  "Ah, look how beautiful they are."

  "Beautiful enough to taste?” Lionel asked.

  "I think so."

  "May I?"

  "Be my guest,” Jonathan said.

  One of the men leaned over her left breast, his hot breath brushing against her chilled skin. Carefully he took her taut nipple into his mouth.

  Rose arched her back as pleasure covered her body. His mouth felt so hot, so good. Blindfolded, every sensation felt more intense, more real. She groaned as he flicked his tongue over her nipple and sent another tendril of pleasure along her skin. She started to reach out to touch him but held herself in check.

  "Good girl,” Jonathan said. “Now it's my turn."

  The bed dipped as the men shifted around her. Rose shivered as hot breath rushed over her skin. She waited for Jonathan to take her nipple into his mouth just as Lionel had done, but he never did. Instead, he flicked the pebbled tip with his tongue, sending a spark of sensation racing through her body. Then he blew against her, and tingles spread out over her skin. Rose moaned as pleasure filled and fogged her mind. She wanted them to surround her, to fill her. Rose groaned as an ache developed between her legs. She longed for these men, and yet there was nothing she could do about it.

  "Please..."

  Finally, Jonathan took her nipple into his mouth. He raked his teeth against her sensitive tip, causing pain to slice through her center. It quickly dissolved into a surge of pleasure, starting in her chest and rolling out through her torso and limbs. Her skin felt hot as something primal awakened deep inside.

  "I think she likes it, Jonathan."

  "I like it too.” Jonathan repeated the movements, stroking and teasing her nipple until it became painfully hard.

  "Let me have a turn.” Lionel eased his hands down her center, his fingers working magic over her skin. She wiggled as a sense of urgency filled her. What these men were doing to her was torture, pure torture.

  A sharp sting shot over her hip as Lionel's hand connected with her skin. “Hold still."

  Jonathan continued his assault on her breasts, and Lionel continued his descent. What was he going to do? Possibilities floated through her mind. She eased her legs apart as she imagined him positioning himself between her thighs, his large cock pressing just inside her opening.

  "Ah, she smells so sweet,” Lionel murmured. Both men were touching her now, and it was difficult to tell who was touching where. There was just so much passion surrounding her, the men's hunger and excitement, her own longing. Rose gave up trying to distinguish the men and blanked her mind, giving herself over to the erotic pleasures the men were creating. She felt one hand slide along her inner thigh. Tingles of sensation rushed over her skin, and moisture pooled between her thighs as she focused on the trail of fire he was creating. Then fingertips brushed along the side of her mound. Rose lifted her hips, eager for more.

  Jonathan chuckled. “Easy, girl.” He placed his warm palm over her mound and eased her back down onto the bed. There was another shifting of weight beside her, and then one of the men lifted her left leg and slid his hand first over her thigh, then her calf until her leg straightened in the air.

  "So beautiful.” Jonathan kissed the sensitive skin beside her knee, then trailed a long, hot line up her inner thigh. Rose felt every nibble, every lick, as he slowly made his way to her center. Tension built, and she curled her fingers into the mattress. If only he would move a little quicker...

  When he reached the small dent where her thigh met her mound, he paused. “Not quite yet.” He placed her leg on his shoulder, then ran his hand over her right calf. “I think this one might need some attention."

  He slid his hand up her calf, over her knee, and along her inner thigh. Rose's whole body heated as he lifted her leg into the air and began a slow descent with his fingers. When her leg was finally straightened, he kissed her inner knee and then repeated the same agonizing torture with his mouth.

  Lionel kissed and nipped her breasts, while Jonathan made his way to her center. Every nerve ending sparked to life, creating a longing too intense to be ignored. She whimpered when Jonathan finally reached her mound and then pulled away.

  "I think you've tortured her enough, my friend,” Lionel said.

  "I think you're right.” Jonathan eased her leg over his shoulder, then slid his hands underneath her hips. Rose gasped as his tongue ran a smooth, sensual line around her opening. Anticipation and desire thrummed through her, making her hot.

  "Oh, Lionel, her taste is incredible."

  "Don't tempt me.” Lionel slid his front teeth over her taut nipple.

  Jonathan chuckled and ran his tongue around her a second time. Once again, desire enveloped her body, creating a sense of urgency. “Please..."

  Jonathan curled his fingers into her backside as he lifted her from the mattress and tilted her torso. When his tongue probed her again, the tip slipped inside her opening, and Rose's whole body hummed with sensation. She groaned and thrashed her head on the pillow, wanting more but unable to communicate her need.

  Jonathan angled her body so he supported her weight with one hand. Then, using the fingers of his free hand, he eased her folds apart. Cool air brushed over her opening for a brief moment before he resumed his assault, this time plunging his tongue deep inside her.

  She clenched her core muscles, urging him deeper. He retreated and chuckled, leaving her feeling empty and alone. Again and again he toyed with her, and Rose thought she would scream with frustration. She wrapped her fingers around the headboard in an effort to steady herself against the surge of passion the men were creating.

  Slowly Jonathan slid his fingers along her opening until they reached the sensitive nub at the top. He pressed it as he dipped his tongue inside her once more. Rose's spirit soared. Pleasure rose up through her torso, and she shuddered at the sensations.

  Again and again he assaulted her, and soon Rose felt as if she were hovering on the edge of a giant precipice. The next time he entered her, Lionel nipped at her breasts, and her world shattered. Everything around her exploded with light, and the pressure in her body released. Both men continued their attention, each stroke of their fingers and tongues drawing out her pleasure.

  As the joy faded to ripples of emotion, Rose felt herself float back to the present.

  "I think she might be ready for us,” Jonathan said.

  "I have to agree,” Lionel answered

  Jonathan eased her body back down on the bed. Rose felt the mattress shift as he slid between her legs and positioned himself at her opening. With one quick thrust, he entered her, plunging his cock deep until his balls slapped against her backside.

  Rose gasped as her body stretched to accommodate the intrusion. The momentary flash of pain subsided, and pleasure surged through her once more. She instinctively brought her legs up and hooked them around his hips. He felt so good between her legs, so right.

  Jonathan reached down and wrapped his arms around her back. “Hang on."

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bsp; She let go of the headboard and held on to him. Jonathan flipped her over onto her side, then slid his hands down her back until he reached her backside. He curled his fingers into her flesh as he brought her closer, molding her body to his.

  "Ah, now it's my turn.” Lionel stretched out behind her, then ran his fingers over her skin. Jonathan began to kiss her neck and shoulders.

  Rose reached behind her. Lionel bent forward and kissed her fingers.

  "Yes, sweetheart?” he asked.

  She turned her head and kissed him hard on the mouth, pouring every ounce of eagerness she felt into the press of lips. Lionel tilted his head and brushed his tongue against her mouth. She opened to him, and he swept his tongue along the side of hers, branding it as his own.

  Meanwhile, he moved his hands down her spine, lingering here, touching there. The man seemed to know where she was most sensitive and made sure to pay special attention to those patches of skin. When he finally made his way down to her backside, he slipped a finger between her cheeks.

  Rose gasped, then relaxed as he gently brushed her opening. She loved his touch, loved the gentleness he provided. Before Lionel, she had never experienced anything quite like this before. Somehow it seemed right that he'd be the one to introduce her to such intimacy. She trusted him and knew he wouldn't intentionally hurt her.

  Lionel inched his hand around her body, then ran his fingers around the place where both she and Jonathan were joined. She shuddered and felt Jonathan do the same.

  "God, that feels good, Lionel,” Jonathan said.

  "It will feel better in a moment.” Lionel eased away from her, and Rose heard him move something behind her. Before she could ask what he was doing, Lionel was back. He dipped his finger between the cheeks of her backside. It felt warm and slippery. He must have gotten some of that oil he had used before. He slid his finger in a back-and-forth motion, periodically pausing to let her adjust. Every once in a while, he'd retreat for more oil, ensuring she felt no pain, only pleasure.

  He worked first one finger into her body, then two. He used the same gentle, sure strokes he had used back in the study. Rose's body remembered his calloused fingers, the intimate touch, and relaxed her muscles to provide him easier access. After the second finger worked its way inside her, he spread his fingers apart, stretching her body to the limit.

  Rose groaned and wiggled as her whole body warmed. It felt so incredible, having both men inside her, yet she longed for more. She wanted to have them both press their bodies up against hers and to fill her to the point of breaking. She wanted to be possessed, to be claimed. Why were they taking things so slowly?

  "I need more than just your fingers, Lionel,” she said.

  "Then you shall have it.” He eased his fingers away and then pushed the tip of his cock just inside her opening. “Now relax, sweetheart.” He pressed his lips against her neck, sending a flash of heat over her skin. He worked his way inside, inching forward and back, as Jonathan kissed her lips and caressed her breasts, diverting her attention toward him. The men were so gentle, so caring, and Rose felt like soft clay in their able hands. Pressure built, and Jonathan angled her leg over his hip to give Lionel better access. Rose gasped as Lionel pushed his cock the last inches home. Pain blossomed through her body but then was quickly chased away by pleasure. The men held still, cocooning her in warmth and strength as her body adjusted to the intrusion. She felt so full and complete between them. Their bodies fit together so well. It was almost as if they were meant to be together in this way. Rose realized that this was where she was meant to be, between these two men. All her life had been leading up to this moment. No more would she do what society expected her to do. From this moment forward, Rose would start living for herself.

  Rose didn't know if she had ever experienced such joy as she did at that moment. She relaxed, then began to roam her hands over the bodies surrounding her, feeling the ripple of sinuous muscle pressing up against her curves.

  As if on cue, the men moved together, first retreating, then filling her with their glorious lengths. Rose groaned as the men thrust deep inside her body. She concentrated on the delicious friction, their attentive hands. Soon the men found a rhythm, and her body began to reach toward that unseen goal. She raised her hands over her head, unable to feel anything beyond the moment.

  It must have affected Jonathan and Lionel as well. Soft grunts and low moans surrounded her. Need pulled her body taut, each thrust sending her further and further away from reality. Their movements became faster, their cries louder. Soon Rose's own voice joined the chorus as pressure built between her legs. She felt as if she was on the brink of an orgasm, yet something held her back.

  Then she felt it. The men around her reached over her and clasped each other, wrapping her up in their love and passion. Their need poured through her, and it was as if their minds opened to her. She felt their affection for each other and their deep compassion for her.

  The intimacy of feeling their emotions was her undoing. On the next thrust, Rose's world shattered into a thousand bits of music and light. She cried out as pleasure poured through her like running water. It seeped into every muscle, every pore. Her ecstasy carried her higher and higher. She felt the men around her stiffen, as first one then the other joined her in oblivion. On and on it went, each thrust filling her, completing her, until she was nothing but air.

  Then men's movements finally slowed, and Rose felt herself begin to drift back to earth. She wrapped her arms and legs around Lionel and Jonathan and pulled them close to her body, and they held her tight as the pleasure ebbed away and reality settled around her once more.

  When it was over, the men cocooned her in their arms. She sighed, completely content. She realized she didn't know if any of them were in the spirit world or in the living. For the moment she didn't care. The three of them were together, and that was all that mattered.

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  Epilogue

  Rose didn't feel any different, but perhaps she wasn't supposed to feel anything.

  She cracked open one eye and realized she was still in the bedroom, and the blindfold had been removed. The curtains had been drawn apart, and sunlight spilled over the coverlet in front of her. She stretched, moving her arms and legs under the soft blankets as she yawned.

  Where were Lionel and Jonathan? She sat up in the bed and looked around. The room appeared less ominous in the light of day but no less masculine. Jonathan's dressing gown was still on the floor, as were Lionel's clothes.

  "Lionel?"

  She got out of bed and padded over to the window. The only people out on the sidewalk were servants, running errands before the ton got up to start their day.

  What happened to Lionel and Jonathan She crossed the room, taking in Lionel's discarded jacket on the chair. Did their lovemaking work? Did the men get what they wanted and then leave? Emptiness filled her chest as she opened the bedroom door and poked her head out into the hall.

  "Jonathan?"

  There was no reply.

  She retreated to the bedroom and put on her simple dress, thankful she no longer had to worry about the frills and lace from her debutante days. She found a brush and worked it through her hair but quickly gave up. Only her servant would know what to do with tangled locks, and Betty was waiting for her return home. Rose tied her hair back the best she could and went downstairs.

  Her carriage would be arriving soon, but Rose discovered she couldn't leave without first seeing if the men would be all right. She checked each room one by one but found them all vacant. Even the study at the end of the hall, the one where she'd first encountered Lionel's charms, remained empty.

  She retreated to the foyer and sat on the bench. Where had they gone? It was as if they had never existed. With the exception of their clothes in their bedroom, there was no evidence of either man in the entire house.

  Suddenly the door opened, and Lionel and Jonathan strode in, laughing.

  "Ah, you're finally awa
ke.” Jonathan removed his hat and bowed.

  Lionel shut the door, then stood in front of it with his arms behind his back. “We had thought you were going to sleep all day."

  "Where have you two been?” Rose tried to see what Lionel was holding, but his stance made it impossible.

  The men glanced at each other; then Lionel slid his hands out from behind his back.

  Rose blinked. “What are those?"

  "Roses, of course,” Jonathan said.

  "Here,” Lionel said. “Take them."

  She stared at the long-stemmed blooms. “I know they are roses.” She took the bunch from Lionel and touched one of the soft red petals. “They're beautiful, but...” She looked up at the two men staring at her. “Why?"

  "Because we could.” Jonathan smirked.

  "I don't understand."

  "We left the house this morning, walked down to the shops, and got them for you.” Lionel said, his brows rising. “I'm still in awe at how Jonathan managed to charm that old woman into giving us the blooms for free."

  Jonathan shrugged and smiled. “What can I say? She appreciated a good love story."

  "You what?” She placed the roses on the bench and took each of their hands. “When did you leave the house?"

  "Bright and early this morning.” Jonathan smiled.

  "Then that means...” She looked at Lionel.

  His eyes twinkled with mirth. “Yes, we're in the real world again, thanks to you."

  "Lionel, that's wonderful.” She let go of his hand as Jonathan swept her up into a twirl.

  "You're magical, Rose, you know that?” Jonathan laughed as he put her back on her feet.

  Joy burst from her heart. They did it. They broke the curse.

  Lionel took her hand. “We will forever be in your debt.” His dark eyes sparkled as he placed a lingering kiss on her palm. Warm shivers raced through her body.

  "What are you going to do now?” she asked.

  Lionel raised his brow and gave her a questioning glance.

  She turned to Jonathan. “You can't stay here."

  "Indeed, we can't,” Jonathan said. “No offense, but I don't want to spend one more day in this house with that old woman."