Indiscretions by Madelynne Ellis

quaint. Is that not obvious enough?”
    Vaughan rose onto his haunches. His thumb continued to work back and forth over the sensitive eye of Lucerne’s cock. “Well I didn’t suppose you’d bought her tea and an ice.” The sweet caress ceased. Vaughan wriggled a hand under Lucerne’s bottom instead. “I think you know what comes next.” One finger traced the whorl of Lucerne’s anus. Immediately, the muscles in his stomach clenched He really ought to have anticipated that Vaughan would switch their roles so that he was taking the lead. The brief moment of his submission—if indeed it had been that—had long passed. Now they were back to normal with Vaughan dictating the terms. Though in truth, when had he ever stopped doing that?
    Lucerne groaned as Vaughan’s wetted fingers teased his opening. One digit soon wormed its way inside, possessing him, even as it coaxed him to further surrender. His mouth fell open releasing a cry as the tight muscles of his rear passage relaxed. God, it did feel good. It always felt good, far too good, and all the more so for being deeply, incredibly wrong.
    No matter how many times they did this, there remained a part of Lucerne that identified the act as a sin and as a crime. Every time he allowed Vaughan to fuck him, it was like signing his name on a death warrant. Stupidly, that added a thrill to the act, rather than inspiring a sensible response like dread.
    Vaughan dragged him off the chair and onto the Persian rug. For the space of several thundering heartbeats their gazes locked. Lucerne lay on his back gazing up at Vaughan leaning over him. Facing! Oh, Lord , he realised, he’s going to do it while looking me in the eye. That meant no escape, no pretending that this was anything other than what it was—two men fucking one another.
    He’d lost count of the nights they’d spent together now and of all the times Vaughan had claimed him, but he could count on his fingers the number of times they’d done it facing one another.
    It wasn’t that he was ashamed of what they shared. Rather he was frightened by the intensity of the love he saw blazing in Vaughan’s eyes. Loving Vaughan, being loved by Vaughan was not for the faint-hearted. That ferocity scared him to death because he didn’t know if he had the capacity to return it.
    “You’re so pretty when you blush.” Vaughan ran a finger over the scarlet heat in Lucerne’s cheeks. “Now, details, Lucerne. Let’s not forget why we’re here. How did you enter her? Fast, slow? All at once, or an inch at a time? Were you a gentleman about it, or a beast?”
    Shivers of anticipatory joy ran through Lucerne’s limbs. The tip of Vaughan’s cock lay poised ready to enter him, while his own staff stood to attention in Vaughan’s palm. “A beast,” he sobbed, not truly recalling the original act. Lilac sparks flickered across Vaughan’s irises. What had made the moment good last night was how illicit it had seemed to bed a perfectly ordinary woman instead of cavorting with his two aristocratic lovers. Oh, he’d bedded whores before, but in the past he’d been free to do as he pleased. He’d never before been in a relationship like the one he shared with Vaughan and Bella.
    The girl had been soft, her skin and scent so very different from Vaughan’s and Bella’s that for a few hours he’d completely escaped the weight of their crushing obsession. He’d needed that respite. Had cared for nothing else.
    “I ground myself into her, filled her, until she left scratches on my back and we both came.”
    Above him, Vaughan’s lips curled into a snarl and his grip on Lucerne tightened. He wouldn’t be gentle. He’d be hard. He wouldn’t demand an apology or offer Lucerne a chance of redemption; he’d simply take what he needed to satisfy his hurt. Vaughan jammed their bodies together. The sudden sensation of being stretched caused Lucerne to buck up off the floor. Tight. Oversensitive. His back passage felt so full he