Page 39 of The Queen's Knights

I climax in a sudden rush, the sensations flooding me just like the built-up fluid floods Percy’s tongue, drenching his chin and dripping down his chest. He continues languidly licking like he wants to swallow every drop, until the leg I’m still standing on starts to shake and buckle. I laugh as I slide down the door, and Percy catches me, falling back on his ass and hauling me onto his lap.

“Easy there,” he says. “How was your day, baby?”

Lance drops down to join us, leaning back against the doorjamb, his pants still undone and his half-hard cock jutting out of them, pressed against his lower abdomen by his boxers.

“Does he greet you like this every time you come home?” he asks. “’Cause if so, I need to move in or something.”

“Only since the two of you have started splitting babysitting duties,” I say.

“Don’t call it that,” Lance protests. “You’re not a baby. We’re your bodyguards—bodyservants. Basically anything your body needs, we’re here to give you.”

“What he said,” Percy replies, shifting me on his lap and grimacing. I’m suddenly very aware of the rigid lump in his jeans.

“Hold on, we aren’t finished here, are we?” I slip to the side and reach for his belt. He grabs my wrist.

“That isn’t necessary.”

“Aw, to hell it isn’t,” Lance says, reaching for him too. “You got usbothoff in a matter of minutes. That takes serious talent—talent that should not go unrewarded.”

I unfasten Percy’s belt, and Lance handles his button and zipper while I push Percy back, smiling as he stretches his legs and lowers himself to the floor. Lance even goes as far as to grab Percy’s waistband and yank his jeans down his legs, then off over his bare feet.

Seeing him prone in front of me, staring up at me with pleading eyes, reminds me of how much I love when either of them surrender like this. His pleasure is entirely in my hands now, and I reach for his stiff cock while still watching his face.

I wrap my hand around him and give a gentle stroke, gratified by the way his lips part around a quick exhale before sucking in another breath. When I squeeze, he lets out a needy groan and stretches his arms over his head, fingers grasping at the legs of a sofa table just beyond the entry.

“You hold him, I’ll suck him,” Lance suggests.

He bends one of Percy’s strong legs at the knee and positions himself between them, then cups Percy’s balls and fondles before lowering his mouth to the tip of Percy’s cock.

I keep hold of the shaft while Lance sucks and licks the tip until Percy’s hips begin a slow undulation to the rhythm. When I look at him, his eyes are closed, his cheeks colored by a high flush.

My heart skips a beat at how beautiful he looks right now—angelic, really—with his gold hair haloing his head and his gold choker resting against the pulse at the side of his throat. He’s earned a bit of dedicated attention after what he just did, and an idea creeps into my head unbidden, sending my own pulse racing with a combination of fear and elation.

I release his cock and squeeze Lance’s shoulder. “Let me have a turn.”

Lance sits up, eyes wide. “You mean, like… with your mouth?”

“Yes.” My voice is weak, breathless, and it’s hard to pull air in, but I want this, no matter how scary it is.

Percy tenses and pushes up onto his elbows. “Gwen, you don’t have to. Neither of you have to.”

His protest galvanizes me. I turn to him and shake my head. “I know. But I want to.” I scoot closer and rest my hand on his chest, peering down into his eyes so he knows I mean it. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. I’m tired of just watching Lance do it all.”

His brows draw together with worry and he lifts a hand to cup my cheek. “I don’t want you to feel obligated. Ever. Promise me it’s what you want, okay?”

His earnestness makes me smile, and I nod. “I promise.”

I bend over and kiss him, savoring the moment and the bubble of warmth and love inside me. I wasn’t lying when I said I loved them, and not just because of what filthy beasts they turn into sometimes. I adore them. Sometimes the immensity of what I feel for them is so great it frightens me. So I want this, as much to return some of the attention he gives as to take one more step to banishing my traumatic memories.

When he releases me, I move slowly down his body, pushing his shirt up above his nipples to flick my tongue around each one in turn. He moans and gently threads his fingers through my hair. I still, jolted from the moment by the sensation of his big hand on my head.

“Sorry,” he says, yanking it back. “You might want to tie me up, if you don’t want me touching you while you do this.”

I shake my head. “I trust you. I’m still figuring out what triggers me.”

Lance is still kneeling between Percy’s legs, watching intently as I continue down Percy’s torso, teasing my tongue along the concave furrow between his abs. His hair tickles my lips, and my heartbeat quickens as I approach my target. He must have freshly showered before we got home, because the spicy scent of his bodywash permeates my nose, only mildly spiked with the musky aroma ofhim.

“You’ve got this,” Lance says softly, holding Percy’s shaft in his fist. “Baby steps, right? He likes it if you lick him here.” He grazes his thumb up the underside of Percy’s cock, swiping through the sheen of wetness coating his frenulum.

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