Page 130 of Honor's Revenge

“Professor,” she repeated.

“Good girl.”

Lancelot blew out a slow breath, trying to reconcile this powerhouse of a man with the good-natured academic he’d actually thought he needed to protect.

Hugo gave her one more quick, hard kiss, then he pushed up, kneeling between her legs.

Lancelot could see her inner thighs, slick with her arousal and his come.

Hugo drew one finger along her slit, the touch soft compared to the hardness of his tone. He reached for her knees, lifting them until her feet were flat on the mattress near her ass. Her legs were stretched wide, the position leaving nothing to the imagination. She was bared to them, every part of her on display for their pleasure.

Sylvia’s tight, hard nipples and her soft, quiet “please” gave her away, proved how much she loved their scrutiny, their demands.

Hugo looked at Lancelot, his eyes drifting lower. Lancelot’s dick was already at half-mast. He didn’t need to worry about taking her so quickly the first time. His spouses, his lovers, were very good at stoking his arousal.

Hugo addressed Sylvia, even as his eyes never left Lancelot’s face. “You liked watching us kiss.”

Sylvia nodded. “Very much.”

Lancelot swallowed heavily, recalling how it had felt to give in to the unfamiliar attraction he’d felt for Hugo since the start. It had been the most natural thing in the world to reach over and pull the other man’s mouth to his.

He’d registered the split second of shock Hugo had felt before the man’s lips softened against his, and he gave in to his own desires.

Hugo studied Lancelot’s face for a moment more, his gaze drifting to his lips.

Lancelot accepted the unspoken invitation, leaning toward his husband. This kiss, like the first, felt just as earth-shatteringly perfect. Neither man yielded control. It was powerful, passionate.

They parted, looking at each other. Lancelot could read the myriad of emotions, the desire, the curiosity, even the confusion. The two of them were in foreign territory. What lay before them would take time to unravel, like peeling back the layers of an onion.

But there wasn’t time. Not tonight.

Lancelot moved back a few inches and Hugo nodded just once, his eyes closing briefly, telling him he understood.

After this war, after the mastermind was caught…

Lancelot had never had so much to fight for.

“Don’t stop,” Sylvia urged them, but that moment had passed.

“Later,” Hugo murmured. “Right now,” he paused, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her clit, “there’s a more pressing matter at hand.”

Sylvia’s hips lifted from the mattress, her eyes closing as Hugo played with her.

Lancelot wrapped his hand around his own cock, stroking it as he watched. Hugo was slowly driving their lovely wife out of her mind with nothing more than his thumb. The sight of it had Lancelot hard as a rock once again.

Hugo glanced over, raising one impressed eyebrow when he saw Lancelot’s hard-on.

Lancelot grinned, though the smile was fleeting. It vanished with a whoosh when Hugo reached over and placed his hand over Lancelot’s, the two of them working together to stroke his hard flesh. When the pressure became too much, Lancelot pushed his hand away with a slight grimace.

“Too much of that and this will end too quickly. Again.”

Hugo shook his head, chuckling. “That’s your problem, Lancelot. To know something, to be a master of it, you must study.” He bent, skimming his lips along her skin. “You must know every line, every sweet verse.” He flicked her nipple with his tongue. “You must dedicate yourself to the subject.” His bright gaze traveled over Sylvia. “Plan to spend years studying, working, testing.” As he spoke, he ran his fingers through her slit, pressing two inside just once.

His fingers slick from her arousal, slid lower, circling the tight bud of her ass.

Sylvia gasped when he pushed one finger inside. “Oh God,” she moaned. There was no mistaking that tone, those flushed cheeks, those shallow, almost labored breaths that had her breasts rising and falling. Sylvia was hot, and oh so ready for what came next.

“Do the research.” Hugo glanced at Lancelot, then the bedside table. Lancelot opened the drawer and found exactly what his husband wanted. He pulled out the tube of lubrication. Sylvia didn’t even notice. Her eyes had drifted closed and now she was slowly swaying her hips in time with the finger Hugo was thrusting in and out of her ass.

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