Somehow, I forced myself to remain upright. Merrick moaned, running his tongue up my thigh to my pussy. He kissed my wet entrance softly, tracing it with the tip of his finger. Penetrating me just a bit.
“Let her taste herself,” Peregrine said.
Merrick glanced at him and rose slowly, taking me by the chin. “How do you want me to do that?”
“The same way I just gave her a taste of me,” Peregrine said, delving back between my legs.
Merrick’s throat bobbed and his eyes flickered over my face. The front of his pants strained, but he didn’t seem to notice. All his attention was fixed on my mouth, as if it were his saving grace.
“Open,” he said hoarsely.
Peregrine paused. “That’s not how you talk to her.”
Merrick ran his thumb over my lips. “What does she need?”
My husband lifted his head, his lids heavy, and his throat flushed. He rose smoothly and my stomach went weak as he gripped my face gently. There was something soft beneath the lust burning in his eyes.
He bent slowly and his mouth burned as it brushed mine. “Are you going to open for him, kitten?” he whispered.
I nodded, speechless.
“No, use those words for me.”
“Yes, sir.” I could barely get it out.
He kissed me again. “That’s my perfect angel.”
He drew back, kneeling between my legs. My spine arced as Merrick leaned in and our mouths brushed, searing all the way down to my pussy. He took my jaw in his gentle fingers and bent over me, poised above my mouth.
“I can taste how much you love being a good girl for your husband,” he breathed. “All that wetness dripping down your thighs while he watches you get your pretty pussy licked. You fucking love it, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, barely breathing.
My stomach clenched as the words slipped from my lips. Was I allowed to call Merrick sir the way I did with my husband? I glanced down and Peregrine met my eyes, still licking the delicate, swollen folds of my pussy relentlessly. The corner of his mouth twitched and he gave a small nod. He seemed to understand that I needed his guidance and approval badly.
“Do you call him that?” Merrick murmured, his firm mouth grazing my neck. “Do you call him sir when he fucks your pretty, little pussy?”
The most delicious arousal shuddered through my hips and Peregrine moaned. He pulled back a trace.
“Oh, fuck, kitten, is he making you drip?” he murmured.
“Yes, sir.” The words slipped out before I realized I was speaking.
They both laughed softly and Merrick leaned in. His fingers, a little less rough than Peregrine’s, but about the same size, took me by the jaw.
“Open that mouth like a fucking good girl,” he urged, his voice low and urgent.
Peregrine sucked my clit with a slow, pulsing rhythm. My whole body shook and it took everything I had to keep my focus on Merrick and open my mouth. His lips parted, his eyes fixed, and spat gently onto my tongue. My hips shuddered, straining up against him, and I came again.
Pleasure wracked my body in waves of ecstasy and pain, shaking my control so badly I sank onto my back to writhe on the table. Merrick caught my arm and let me down gently and slid halfway over my body. Peregrine was on his feet in an instant and at his side, bending over me, burying his mouth against my throat. Kissing me, nipping me, dragging his tongue across my skin.
“Should we make her come again?” Merrick breathed.
Their eyes locked over me. Like blue and golden coals simmering in the darkness.
“I think we should break her,” Peregrine whispered. “And offer her mercy only when I allow it.”
CHAPTER TWENTY