But mine was as elusive as ever, and even worse, I was losing my erection. I shoved in harder, but I was softening. I rubbed the spot where we were joined. I stroked a finger across her anus, I reached between my own legs and rubbed the spot behind my balls. That helped, but not much.
The room darkened—the light of the moon was abruptly blotted out by a wave of clouds that concealed it. The curtains fluttered wildly, but I was too lost in trying to maintain my erection to notice anything. My hole was spasming, needing to be stretched and plundered. For a moment I was tempted to grab up my walking stick and insert the end into my arse, or Eira’s hairbrush.
Suddenly the bed dipped as someone joined us on it.
Before I could jerk out of Eira and whirl around to face him, he was pressing up against me. I knew it was Nicolae; his scent surrounded me.
Yes. This is what I want. I groaned and surrendered.