The Sinners Club by Kate Pearce Page A

shoulders pushing her thighs apart. Simon rose to his feet and came to stand behind her, his hands dropping to her shoulders.
    â€œPlay with your breasts, Mary. Pinch them hard. Mr. Smith will like it.”
    She obediently cupped her breasts, her fingers unerringly finding her nipples just as Mr. Smith’s warm mouth sucked at her clit. Her hips surged forward into the heaven of his tongue and teeth and she writhed against him.
    â€œOh God.”
    As Mr. Smith played and sucked at her lower lips, Simon kissed her mouth, stifling her cries as she neared a climax. So wet now, she could hear herself, but she didn’t care.
    Without warning, Mr. Smith slid one finger deep inside her and curled it around. With a muffled cry she climaxed, her inner muscles squeezing his finger as he continued to draw spasms of pleasure from her clit.
    â€œThat’s nice, love,” Simon murmured. “God, he looks fine between your legs, making you come, making you scream.”
    She lay back against the cushions and Mr. Smith raised his head. His mouth was wet with her juices, his eyes a vivid, narrowed blue.
    â€œI fear I made you even wetter, my lady.”
    She smiled at him. “I appreciate your efforts on my behalf, sir.”
    He smoothed a hand over his now erect cock. “It was my pleasure.”
    Simon moved from his station at Mary’s head and knelt beside Mr. Smith. “And now you have left us both hard and wanting more.”
    â€œThere is a solution to that.” She sat forward and grasped a cock in each hand. “It’s the least I can do.”
    She started moving her hands, watched the men’s expressions focus on her fingers and on each other’s cocks.
    â€œHold them together.” Simon murmured. “Use both hands.”
    They faced each other, their cocks touching, their shoulders inches apart and Mary wrapped both hands around them, working them together, pushing wet, straining flesh against flesh until they both started to come, Simon’s head falling to rest on Mr. Smith’s shoulder as he shuddered out a last spasm of seed. She wondered what it would feel like to take them both in her mouth, whether it was even possible....
    With a sigh, Mr. Smith eased out of their complicated embrace.
    â€œThank you both for an excellent evening. It was most unexpected, but memorable nonetheless.”
    â€œWe should be thanking you, Mr. Smith.” Simon drew away too. “Let me just put on my robe, and I’ll escort Mary back to her room. Was there something in particular you wanted to speak to me about, love?”
    Mary made herself respectable again and stood. Her legs still felt a little wobbly. Despite his quiet exterior, Mr. Smith was certainly an inventive and creative lover. “I can’t quite remember.”
    Simon grinned at her as Mr. Smith made his excuses and retreated to his own room. “I’m not surprised. That was rather fun, wasn’t it?”
    â€œFun?” She let him escort her back to the countess’s apartments and made him come into her bedroom with her. “It was a dangerous thing to do. You shouldn’t have kissed me like that.”
    His smile was lascivious. “Because he’ll think we’re too close?”
    â€œThere are enough rumors out there already without you adding to them.”
    He advanced toward her. “You’re just angry because you didn’t get properly fucked.”
    â€œI am not! I’m—”
    He caught hold of her hand and yanked her against his chest. “Yes, you are. But don’t worry.” He lifted her against him and backed her toward the bed. “We can soon take care of that.”

7
    J ack finished a leisurely breakfast without seeing either his host or his hostess and walked down to the stables to inquire as to whether he needed a horse to get to the Grange. He’d received a prompt, if curt reply to his note from Mr. George Mainwaring and was