Tea & Temptation | A Wickedly Delicious Bridgerton Tale: Pen is learning all the ways pleasure can surprise a proper wifeâŚ
(Note: it's a Scorching Hot fanfiction with a threesome)
Part 1: The wrong tea... or should I say the right one?
Penelope Bridgerton â formerly Featherington, currently quite flushed, and entirely too content for someone whoâd only recently been wed â was not thinking about tea.
She was thinking about her husbandâs hands.
Specifically: where they were.
âYou do know,â she murmured between kisses as Colin backed her against the stone railing of their little honeymoon cottageâs balcony, âthat we are outside.â
âItâs our balcony,â Colin replied, voice low and unrepentantly smug. âAnd weâre married. Itâs practically expected.â
She giggled â an utterly indecorous sound for someone whoâd once penned entire columns under the nom de plume of Lady Whistledown â and let him kiss her again.
Increasingly unsuitable for public viewing.
Which, naturally, was when the doorbell rang.
Colin groaned, his forehead thunking lightly against her shoulder. âIf thatâs Eloise again, asking for literary adviceââ
âOr my mother, come to redecorateâŚâ
He looked genuinely stricken.
But alas, it was neither Eloise nor Lady Featherington. It was Benedict â arriving unannounced, all grin and vague intentions.
âI was on my way to a very animated artistâs soirĂŠe,â he said breezily. âSince your place is on the way, I thought Iâd stop in before I start sketching nudes and scandalizing high society.â
Colin scoffed as Penelope smothered a laugh.
âYouâre just in time for tea,â she said, smoothing her skirts and attempting a dignified air. âLetâs move to the drawing room â itâs getting chill out here. Would you care for something calming?â
âDesperately,â Colin said, placing a hand over his heart.
âIâll ring for it.â She turned to the maid with practiced elegance. âBlack tea with milk for me. For the gentlemen, the calming herbal blend â from the tin on the second shelf. And perhaps some biscuits?â
âCookies,â Colin added, eyes bright. âThe lemon ones. Or almond. Or both. Preferably both.â
The maid curtsied and vanished.
âWhatâs in this calming tea?â Benedict asked as they entered the drawing room.
âSome herb Colin brought back from Egypt,â Penelope replied, settling onto the sofa. The gentlemen each took a chair. âYou know how he is.â
Benedict narrowed his eyes at Colin. âDid it come with a label?â
âPossibly. But it wasnât in English. And the merchant had very trustworthy eyebrows.â
Their laughter filled the room until the tea arrived â fragrant, mysterious, and ever-so-slightly suspicious.
Penelope took her usual: rich and dark with a splash of milk.
The men took the herbal blend.
It smelled faintly of campfires, mischief, and minor regrets.
And slowly, the effects began to bloom.
âI feel⌠tall,â Benedict said, blinking up at the chandelier. âTaller than usual. Tall in spirit.â
âYouâre sitting down,â Penelope pointed out.
âAm I?â He glanced down, awed. âGood Lord, I am.â
Colin was already laughing. Loudly. Too loudly.
âPen, what was in that blend?â
âFennel, I think,â she said â though now with a touch more alarm.
âDarling,â Colin leaned in, his pupils wide and oddly reverent. âThe last time we had fennel, I mistook your bonnet for a woodland creature.â He waved at her forgotten bonnet at the corner table.
At that exact moment, Benedict decided to stand.
Or rather, attempt to stand.
More specifically â into Penelopeâs breasts.
His hand, traitorous and unbalanced, landed squarely upon her left breast.
âIâPenelopeâMrs. BridgertonâPen, I am so sorry,â Benedict blurted, yanking his hand back as if it had touched holy fire. âI didnât meanâit was the rug, and the universe shifted slightly to the leftââ
âItâs all right,â she said quickly, though her cheeks bloomed scarlet.
But it wasnât entirely all right.
His palm had been warm. The contact brief but⌠charged.
Her skin tingled where heâd touched her, and her blush was not entirely from embarrassment.
She avoided Colinâs gaze.
Colin, however, was watching her. Closely.
His smile was slow. Lazy. Knowing.
âWell,â he said, voice low and amused, âit seems Benedict has accidentally discovered something delightful.â
Benedict looked panicked. âI didnât mean toâhonestly, if I had meant to, I wouldnât have fallen like a drunken ducklingââ
âRelax, Ben,â Colin said smoothly, swirling the last of his herbal tea. âIt seems to me that it pleased my wife. And everything that pleases herâŚâ
He rose from his chair, reached for Penelopeâs hand, and placed a long, deliberate kiss over her knuckles. His gaze never left hers â heated, teasing, reverent.
Penelopeâs breath caught.
Benedict blinked. âIâwait, are you sayingâ?â
âIf you want, Pen,â Colin murmured, brushing a kiss against the delicate inside of her wrist, âlet him.â
And then, slowly â delicately â she nodded.
Benedict looked between them, stunned.
âOh my God,â he whispered reverently, lowering his hand back to her right breast, hovering with hesitation before finally settling it there. âHer breasts are like heaven.â
He caressed the curve, fingertips brushing the fabric of her gown with delicious care.
Penelope let out an involuntary laugh â breathless, nervous, thrilled. âYouâre still high.â
âUnreasonably so,â he admitted, his voice thick. âAnd also possibly in love with your neckline.â
Colin smirked, lounging back with the satisfied air of a man who had just discovered something wildly decadent in his afternoon tea.
âWell then,â he said. âShall we call it a sacred accident?â
He moved to the sofa beside her, his touch confident and possessive. With a sly grin, he reached for her left breast, mirroring Benedictâs gentle hold.
The moment sparked like lightning.
Penelope inhaled sharply, caught between the mirrored sensation of both menâs hands on her body.
Benedict froze â unsure, breathless.
But Colin didnât stop there.
He leaned in and kissed her â slow, firm, claiming. A kiss that reminded her who had married her, who had undressed her a dozen times already⌠and who was willing to share, but not surrender.
Penelopeâs thoughts scattered. Her world narrowed to warm lips, greedy hands, the scent of tea and sandalwood and something far more primal.
Their touches ignited a fire inside her â slow-burning, dangerous, utterly exquisite.
Benedict kissed the curve of her neck, his lips lingering as his fingers traced the edge of her bodice, teasing her cleavage. The warmth of his breath made her shiver.
Colin tugged down the neckline of her gown, baring her breasts to the cool air.
She gasped â shocked, yes, but more thrilled than sheâd ever imagined.
Benedict lifted his head, drinking her in with reverent hunger.
âGood God, youâre perfect.â
He cupped her breast fully now, skin to skin, filling his hand with her warmth.
âSo soft,â he murmured. âLike heaven.â
âIf you enjoyed touching her breasts,â Colin said with a wicked gleam, âyouâre truly going to love tasting themâŚâ
Then he lowered his head.
He didnât have to say another word.
Colin and Benedict descended in perfect synchronicity, their mouths capturing her nipples with reverent, hungry lips.
âOhâoh goodness! AhâŚ!â
Penelope cried out, covering her mouth with both hands, her head tipping back in overwhelmed delight.
She opened her eyes â dazed, half-lidded â and looked down.
Two men. Both licking, flicking, kissing, teasingâŚ
Their tongues tracing slow circles, their teeth grazing gently, their hands cradling her curves like she was something sacred and wicked all at once.
âOh⌠Lord⌠This is deliciousâŚâ
She let her hands fall into their hair, holding them to her, anchoring them there as they worshipped her body with lips and teeth and tongue.
Penelope was willingly losing herself â her mind hazy with surrender, her body singing with sensation â when a single, awful thought struck her like a bolt of lightning:
Damn. The door to the drawing room is unlocked.
The maid could walk in at any moment.
Of course, she was the only one to think of this, being the only sober person present. That realization only made her feel more mischievous. Every action, every moan, every wicked decision was entirely her own. No herbs. No haze. Just want.
âI hate to interrupt â this is amazing â but we need to close the door if we donât want an audience,â Penelope said, her flush deepening, blooming from her cheeks down to her collarbone. She gently extracted herself from the twin attentions of the two men.
She crossed the room quickly, turned the key in the lock with a soft click that somehow echoed like a promise.
When she turned back, both Colin and Benedict were watching her. Their eyes were dark. Focused. Hungry.
âNow,â she said, her voice barely above a whisper, âwhere were we?â
Colin crooked a finger. âI believe we were about to conduct a thorough exploration of your assets, my dear.â
Benedict, still looking stunned â and unmistakably aroused â gave a dazed nod. âIndeed. Though I must admit, Iâm still not entirely convinced this isnât a dream.â
Penelope smiled â slow, sultry, wicked. A smile that wouldâve shocked the woman sheâd been only a few hours ago. âThen perhaps,â she purred, âwe should make it a dream worth remembering.â
She stepped back into their waiting arms, her heart pounding, her pulse fluttering like a trapped bird.
Benedict moved behind her, brushing her long hair aside. She tilted her head naturally, baring her neck to him in offering. His lips met her skin â warm, reverent â and she gasped as his mouth began to worship her throat.
âYouâre radiant,â he whispered into the hollow of her neck.
When his hands cupped her breasts again, she felt not just heat â but restraint. Beautiful, trembling restraint.
His lips traced beneath her ear, lower, to the sensitive dip where her shoulder met her neck.
His fingers teased her nipples, rolling them gently between skilled fingertips.
Her moans were swallowed by Colinâs mouth â his kiss urgent, hungry, his tongue claiming her with unmistakable intent.
Then she felt it. Colin lifting her skirts. His fingers sliding between her thighs.
âYouâre so wetâŚâ Colin murmured.
He drew his fingers back and licked the moisture from them while holding her gaze.
The look in his eyes made her shiver all over again.
âSo naughty,â he murmured, delighted.
âI want to taste her too⌠but firstââ Benedictâs voice was ragged as his hands moved to the laces at her back. He began to loosen her bodice, even as he lifted her hair again, exposing the pale nape of her neck to his tongue and teeth.
She whimpered into Colinâs kiss as Benedict worked â and as Colin circled her clit with two fingers, the pleasure grew dangerously sharp.
The moment her bodice gave way, Colinâs hands moved upward â confident, greedy â peeling her gown down, baring her shoulders, her arms, her breasts.
The air was cool on her skin. She was left in nothing but her thigh-high stockings.
She was practically naked while they were both fully dressed. How wicked was that?
Four hands on her body.
Two mouths.
She felt like a banquet â offered up, willing and eager, to be devoured by gentlemen who had long since abandoned all civility.
Kisses trailed over her skin. Teeth grazed. Tongues licked.
Benedictâs large hands slid around her from behind, cupping her breasts again, his thumbs teasing her stiffened nipples. Then one hand began its descent â down her back, along her waist, thenâ
âOh!â she gasped into Colinâs mouth, caught off-guard.
âSorry,â Benedict said with a wicked smile. âI couldnât resist.â
Colin chuckled darkly and grazed his teeth along her jawline. âYou shouldnât resist,â he said smoothly. Then he arched an eyebrow and gave her other cheek a matching slap.
âAhn⌠yes,â she moaned, the sound slipping out helplessly.
âYouâre exquisite,â Colin breathed. And then, with ceremonial slowness, he began kissing a path down her throat, lower⌠until his lips met the hollow between her breasts.Â
âIsnât she perfect?â he murmured, as though Penelope were a priceless sculpture rather than a trembling, breathless woman between them.
Benedictâs laugh was soft. Worshipful.
âSheâs beyond perfect,â he replied. Then his mouth followed his hand as he dropped to his knees behind her. He kissed the small of her back, the dip of her spine.
Then the side of her hip.
Penelope sobbed out a breath â overwhelmed, consumed â clutching Colinâs arms as if they were the only things keeping her upright.
Benedictâs hand slid along her inner thigh, slow and deliberate, until it reached the soaked heat between her legs.
âOh fuckâŚâ he muttered, his eyes narrowing with molten desire as he dipped his finger into her pussy. âIâm going to devour you.â
Without another word, Benedict lifted her and sat her back on the sofa, then slowly parted her legs wide â his gaze locked to hers the entire time, hungry and reverent.
The three of them knew exactly what was about to happen.
Benedictâs hands trailed down her thighs, his fingers brushing against her slick folds, drawing a gasp from her lips. He paused â eyes meeting hers â seeking permission. She nodded, her breath catching in anticipation.
He lowered himself between her thighs, the heat of his breath ghosting over her skin. His eyes never left hers.
âHere,â Colin said from beside her, circling her clit with the tip of his finger, âthis is where she likes it most.â
A soft âOh⌠yesâŚâ slipped from Penelopeâs lips, sending a visible shiver through Benedict. His mouth watered at the sound.
Colin withdrew his hand. âEnjoy.â
Benedict didnât wait another second. He dipped his head between her legs and dragged his tongue slowly along her slit, tasting her fully, shamelessly.
His mouth claimed her, tongue lapping at her folds with reverence and hunger, lips sucking and teasing until she could no longer hold back the moans.
She cried out, her composure shattering. The scene was nearly surreal â this wasnât a fantasy, and yet here she was: laid bare and open, being feasted on by another man who wasnât her husband. And yet â she was so happy with Colin. This wasnât about replacing him.
It was about being worshipped.
Being adored like a goddess.
And the way Benedict looked at her while tasting her⌠it was exquisite.
He continued his sweet torture, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue, soft and firm in turns, then sucking it gently between his lips.
Colin, watching with gleaming eyes, sat beside her once more and leaned in. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, licking and teasing, while Benedict devoured her pussy with maddening skill.
Penelope cried out again, her body arching as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
The two men worked in harmony â a perfect rhythm of mouths and hands, of hunger and praise. She wasnât just being pleasured; she was being studied, adored, revered.
âDo you like that, darling?â Colin murmured, his fingers teasing her other nipple with slow, infuriating patience.
All she could do was moan. Her thoughts were melting into a puddle of sensation.
Colin chuckled softly, dragging his mouth to her neck, alternating between licks and playful flicks of his tongue on her pulse point.
âYou taste heavenlyâŚâ Benedict groaned, his cock aching with the need to take her â to bury himself deep â but he knew he couldnât. Not like this. âI want to fuck you so badly,â he growled, âbut I canât risk getting you pregnant.â
Penelope whimpered as she tangled her fingers into Benedictâs hair, holding him to her, hips grinding softly against his mouth. His groans vibrated through her core, sending her spiraling.
He looked up at her, chin glistening with her wetness, and slid two fingers into her heat.
She moaned loudly, her head falling back as he began to pump his fingers in and out with slow, delicious precision â his tongue never relenting in its torment of her clit. Pleasure swept through her in hot, greedy waves as she came undone, trembling with exquisite release.
âIâm losing my mind,â he gasped, his voice muffled against her. âSheâs so tight⌠I need her. But I canât⌠I canât risk it.â
Colin, still toying with her nipples, said with a grin, âYou can have her⌠in other ways. If she consents, of courseâŚâ
He slid his thumb into her mouth, gently pressing past her lips, while his other hand slipped beneath her to cradle the curve of her bottom, a teasing suggestion in his touch.
âWould you like both of us to take you at once, my dear wife?â he asked, voice low and laced with decadent intent.
Penelope gasped, her eyes flying open. âOh my⌠can that really happen?â she asked, breathless, awash with shock and curiosity.
Her mind flashed back to that moment in the carriage â when Colin had taken her from behind during their first kiss, her butthole virginity claimed in the most deliciously wicked way to avoid conception. But this â the thought of being filled by two men⌠one in front, one behindâŚ
Just the thought alone nearly made her climax again.
âThere are so many possibilities you havenât explored yet, my darling⌠this is just the beginning of your adventures, my dear PenelopeâŚâÂ
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