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  Craig stood beside the bed, his head bowed, subservient now. Not a partner. By the strength of the arousal that kept his cock erect and pointing upward, he had hopes he’d be put to service in another way.

  Well, it was time, wasn’t it?

  Aiden schooled his face into a neutral mask, calming his expression while he forced his body, and especially his cock, to follow suit. “Boy…undress me.”

  Craig’s eyes, though lowered, glittered with excitement as he strode toward Aiden. He knelt in front of him, then indicated with a hand that he wanted Aiden’s foot.

  Aiden raised his foot and placed it on Craig’s naked thigh. Craig quickly unlaced the black leather work boot and pulled it off, tugged off the sock, then indicated for the other foot.

  While his new boy worked, his head bent over his task, Aiden let his gaze roam over Craig. He noted the thick blond hair, broad shoulders and lean musculature. Craig was fit with nice definition in his abs. But his movie-star good looks weren’t what drew Aiden’s attention.

  It was his precise attention to detail, the tension that rolled off him, as though he held back, knowing the reward would be great. He would submit because he wanted something. Not because he desired to serve.

  And Aiden wanted a crack at that. Wanted to break the other man down, knowing in his gut that at the end, Craig was the kind of sub who would only serve one person—that while he played at submission, he wasn’t truly committed. He saw everything as a game with an end—turbocharged orgasms. Something Aiden wouldn’t tolerate from a sub of his own.

  Craig dropped the second boot and sock then paused. His shoulders rose around a deep inhalation as he worked up his nerve. Aiden suppressed a smile and hardened his face, waiting for the moment Craig would look up.

  Which he did a moment later. His glance skated up Aiden’s body, then met with Aiden’s. Aiden raised one brow.

  Challenge issued, Craig’s gaze narrowed and dropped. His hands went to the button at Aiden’s waistband. He thumbed it open, gripped the tongue of the zipper and the fabric between his hands and pulled it down, careful to avoid touching Aiden’s cock. Then, inserting his fingers inside the waist of the pants, he peeled them off.

  Goose bumps prickled all over Aiden’s skin at the first touch of the backs of Craig’s fingers against the sides of his thighs. He lifted his feet one at a time to pull free of the leather, then backed away from Craig and walked toward the bed where Jenn watched through the fringe of her dark lashes.

  Aiden had intended that both he and Craig take turns petting and fucking Jenn, giving her everything she needed now that he’d broken her down. But it wasn’t going to be enough. Aiden wanted his own satisfaction, and that wouldn’t be achieved without pushing Craig as well. He wanted to see everything the cop brought to play. What he’d observed while Craig scened the night before had left an indelible impression.

  Aiden walked to Jenn and pulled her up from where she sat on the edge of the mattress. He held her face between his hands and kissed her mouth. A gentle smoothing of lips. She opened her mouth beneath his, and he gave her his tongue, gliding inward to tangle with hers.

  Their tongues swept together, bodies not touching. As he drew away, he noted from the corner of his eye the pulsing of Craig’s cock. Aiden cupped Jenn’s chin and turned her head toward Craig. “I want to watch you two kiss.”

  Jenn shivered at the growling rumble of Aiden’s voice. He’d awakened every nerve, warmed her head to toe. Now he wanted something so simple. So much less than what she needed, but she was eager to please him because she knew he’d reward her. Standing close to him, the heat of his body rolling onto hers, she trembled. Something he noted with those sharp, dark eyes of his.

  When his hand dropped from her face, she turned, head lowered, and walked to Craig. He didn’t move, waiting, she guessed, for Aiden to add instructions. So she rose on her toes, balancing herself by placing her hands against his broad chest. He bent his head down, and she slid closer to press her mouth to his.

  “Deeper,” Aiden said.

  Jenn opened her mouth and mashed her chest against Craig’s, taking his mouth, annoyed he did nothing more than stand there. She bit his bottom lip and pulled, and felt it stretch into a grin before he angled his face and locked his lips with hers. She slid her tongue out and licked at his seam, mewling with relief when he opened and let her enter.

  Now Aiden would have no complaint. Still, Craig didn’t touch her, didn’t move to fold her inside his arms, so she reached up and slid her hands along his shoulders to his neck, then dug her fingers into his short hair and pulled hard.

  Craig laughed against her mouth, and she pulled back and glared. Telling him silently he wasn’t playing nice.

  “Enough,” Aiden said, his voice firm, without inflection to tell her whether he was pleased or not.

  She unwrapped herself from around Craig’s body and lowered to her heels, breaths shortened as she kept her head down and waited. Always intuitive, always quick to pick up on signals whenever observing another sub, Jenn felt off her game with Aiden—something that never failed to thrill her.

  Aiden approached. He leaned against her back, cupping her hips with his hands. “Craig and I will fuck you. Would you like that?”

  Why was he asking? He could have her eager to submit to anything for the pleasure of his touch. But he did it to tease her, didn’t he? “Yes, Sir. I’d like that very much.”

  “Have you and Craig fucked before?”

  Jenn jerked in surprise. Aiden knew they’d scened together. He must know they’d had sex at one point. “Yes, Sir, we have.”

  “Who topped?”

  “He did, Sir.”

  “I think I’d like to watch him lick your breasts and pussy while I watch. You are not to come.”

  She nodded, her chest rising because she wanted to protest. She’d already been teased. She’d been good and apologized. Instead, she offered a quiet, “Yes, Sir. I won’t come.”

  Aiden’s arms came around her middle, and he squeezed. Then he dropped a kiss on her shoulder. Small gestures, but signs of affection that managed to soothe her irritation.

  He withdrew from her, and she glanced up at Craig, telling him with the downward sweep of her lashes that she was his to direct.

  He closed his hand around hers and backed her up against the bed. There, he gently placed her lying sideways on the mattress, her legs dangling over the edge. Jenn slid a forearm beneath her head so she could watch, but Aiden’s jerking movement drew her glance.

  He strode toward the cabinet, pulled open a couple of drawers and removed a blindfold. When he turned back, she wrinkled her nose at him. He quirked up his mouth as he came to the bed, where Craig was already kneeling on a padded throw in front of her.

  She pushed up on her elbows and gave a deep, exaggerated sigh. “I get two guys in the same room ready to do me, and I don’t get to watch?” she grumbled.

  “Careful, or you’ll be back at square one, subbie.”

  “I live to serve you, Master,” she said, her tone just shy of snarling.

  “I don’t like master,” he growled. “I don’t want a slave.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said as he tied the knot behind her head. Now she couldn’t see his expression, but part of hers was also hidden. “I wouldn’t mind being yours,” she whispered.

  She heard a grunt and then sensed him moving away. Hands gripped her knees. Smooth hands. Craig opened her thighs. He trailed his fingers over her vaginal lips. “Never can resist. Always the first thing I have to taste,” he whispered before he made a smacking noise like he’d sucked on his finger.

  She grinned, relaxing a bit now because it was Craig, as they’d always been easy companions, and Aiden was watching.

  Craig’s body came over her, his bare waist gliding against her spread thighs, his rigid cock trapped between them as he pressed his chest to hers.

  Her nipples spiked, reminding her how deliciously sore they still were from the clamps and the weigh
ts.

  His mouth cupped her chin.

  “Terrible aim,” she whispered. “And I’m the one with the blindfold.”

  He bit her ear lobe then wagged his head to tug it. “He put me in charge. To do as I please with my mouth. I happen to like your chin.”

  “He told you to lick me, not bite me.”

  “He did, didn’t he…” The flat of his wet tongue licked up her cheek.

  “Ew!” she said, although she wasn’t truly grossed out. A little playfulness went a long way to easing the tension of her tightly wound arousal.

  He smoothed his hand over her hair and licked her lips.

  She smiled, felt the tip of his tongue glide over her teeth, the press of his cock between her legs, a moment before he slid down her body. Hands framed her breasts. “Always liked your tits.”

  “I swear, there will be payback,” she whispered.

  “Love what you did with them, Aiden. They’re all red. Look like the ends of nice pencils. I like nibbling on erasers when I work on a really hard problem.”

  Jenn grunted. She was getting a little impatient. The good stuff wouldn’t start until Craig licked her cunt. She angled her head to where she knew Aiden stood. “Sir, can I touch him?”

  “If it helps you relieve a little tension, then yes.”

  By the slight edge of his voice, he was getting impatient too. Jenn lifted her hands to Craig’s face. He nuzzled into her palm and gave it a swipe of his tongue. She stuck her finger in his ear.

  His body shook against hers. She grabbed both his ears and pulled, centering his face over one breast. “Just so you remember the point of this conversation.”

  “You are adorable,” he said, even as his voice sounded strained.

  She eased her hold on his ears and waited.

  He fluttered his tongue over the turgid tip, toggling it. Then he groaned, an exaggerated sound, but she wasn’t going to complain. Not when he latched his mouth around her entire nipple and drew hard on it. She dug her fingers into his scalp. Her thighs moved restlessly against the sides of his torso.

  When he began lashing the tip inside his mouth, she tossed her head side to side and tried to curve her hips upward to scrape her sex against his skin, but his weight held her pinned. His mouth suctioned, drawing hard on her. Her fingers curled into claws.

  Then he let her breast go with a pop. “Nice tit, Jenn. Soft as velvet. Wonder if the other one tastes as good.” He moved across her chest, nipping her skin as he went before chewing on the other tip with his front teeth.

  Lord, the bites went from soft to sharp, and her thighs jerked, clamping hard around his sides. “Craig,” she groaned.

  “Boy,” Aiden corrected.

  “Whatever,” she muttered.

  “Jenn…”

  “Boy!” she gritted out when Craig bit a little more sharply. The quick pain shot a dart of heat toward her pussy.

  Craig drew back and licked at her breast, soothing the ache, then moved down again, escaping her clasping thighs.

  She missed his heat, his weight. Her body felt empty, her skin abandoned. When his hot tongue stroked over her bare mound, she slid a hand over her breast to pull and tug at her nipple, giving herself comfort in the absence of a lover’s caress.

  The bed dipped deeply beside her. She nearly sobbed. Another hand covered hers and pushed it away. Another mouth latched on to her breast to suckle.

  Fingers spread her lips below. A wet swipe trailed over her inner labia, teasing the thin edges.

  Aiden bit her nipple. Then soothed it with his lips.

  She wanted to grip his hair and pull, but he’d moved her hand away. She didn’t dare touch him like she had Craig.

  Frustrated because she couldn’t touch, couldn’t see, she quivered on the bed, letting the men do as they pleased and hoping they’d let her come soon.

  Aiden pulled back from her breast. His mouth moved over hers, just a quick, wet rub. Then he nuzzled into the corner of her neck. “Craig…”

  He growled so close she felt the vibrations against her skin and shivered.

  Her thighs were lifted and placed over Craig’s strong shoulders. Her bottom was cupped and raised. Another growl sounded, this time from Craig a moment before she felt him glide his tongue from just below her pussy, through the center of her folds to her clit. Her heart stopped then began to thrum heavy in her chest.

  Aiden bit her lobe. “You can’t come.”

  She shook her head. Craig was lapping delicately at her swollen clit.

  “Jenn.”

  Sometimes she hated how he did that—arrested her with one freaking word. She nearly snarled back at him but held her frustration inside.

  Craig continued to ply her clit, his thumbs tugging her lips but not entering. But then Aiden had only given him permission to lick.

  More pressure on the next glide of his tongue and a swirl, and her belly contracted. Her hips bounced up then down.

  Craig moved his hand and pulled up the top of her folds to fully expose her swollen clitoris.

  Just the cool air brushing over it was too much. “No. No. No.”

  “You can do this,” Aiden said, kissing her cheek, petting her breast with a hand.

  She shook her head again, quicker, then gasped. “I’m there, Aiden, Sir, oh God, please.”

  Craig raised his head. Aiden moved away. When her legs were lowered and the heat of the body she’d cradled was withdrawn, she felt like howling.

  Her chest jerked with her jagged breaths.

  The bed dipped to her other side and rough hands drew her up to sit. When those same hands turned her, urging her around, her hand landed on a hairy calf. She didn’t need any more guidance. She crawled over the man’s legs, sliding her knees to either side of his hips, knowing by the scent of his crisp sweat it was Craig, and lowered her chest against his. Arms surrounded her. A kiss landed on her cheek.

  The mattress shifted again, and she knew Aiden was behind her and what was about to happen. They’d both take her. Though whether the same hole or two, she didn’t really care. Her pussy and ass ached to be filled.

  Aiden’s massive body came over hers. Slick skin glided against her own sweaty body, above her, beneath her. Then Aiden lifted her to sit astride Craig’s hips. She rode the length of his shaft and gave him a sensual, wet nudge with her open sex.

  Aiden came closer, cupping her shoulders as he kissed the top of one. Then he smoothed his palms down to her breasts, gripped them firmly before releasing them and traveling lower. He bracketed her hips then lifted her. When she tensed her thighs to hold herself in that position, he glided both palms between her legs, spreading outward to caress her inner thighs, then coming up again with one to cup her pussy.

  “You’re hot and wet,” he said beside her ear.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice breathy and thin.

  Hot breath gusted against her ear. “It would please me if you held back your orgasm. Can you do that?”

  “I’ll try, Sir.”

  “You’ve pleased me so much, baby. Come so far.”

  Warmth filled her chest. Pleasure cramped her belly. A fresh gush of fluids oozed from inside her. “I want only to please you, Sir,” she said, her voice an aching whisper.

  Chapter Six

  If Jenn had said she loved him, she wouldn’t have touched him more. Aiden didn’t respond because his throat felt thick. He was undeserving of her declaration because he’d held himself back from her and hadn’t yet shared his heart. With Craig’s curious gaze watching them, Aiden kissed Jenn’s cheek.

  The almost imperceptible narrowing of Craig’s glance sent a swift jolt of irritation through Aiden. Who was he to question their relationship? He was just another cock for Jenn to enjoy. But even as that thought leaped into his mind, Aiden knew it wasn’t true. He’d never shared Jenn’s pussy with another man. Never wanted something more intimate for himself during their play.

  The sense of the forbidden, of the dangerous waters they entered, add
ed something he couldn’t yet name. But enough thinking. He’d ruthlessly tamped down his own desires to bring them all to this point. Having fulfilled his role, he was ready to indulge.

  Holding Craig’s blazing glance, he reached down, smoothed a hand along Jenn’s inner thighs and cupped her heat, dipping two fingers into her vagina for a quick swirl. Moisture glazed him and ran down his fingers. Without letting himself think too much about it, he let his own desire lead his actions. He grasped Craig’s cock in a hard grip, listened to the cop’s hissing breath and gave him a firm caress with his wet hand.

  Up, then down, and up again. He swiped his thumb over the cushiony head, gliding over the pre-come pearled at the narrow opening. “If I tell you to hold back…”

  Craig shook his head, his lips lifting in a pained grimace. “I won’t come,” he said, his voice tight with strain.

  Aiden gave him a nod, trusting the other man, knowing that they both understood that after Jenn had found completion, Aiden would take Craig. Whatever happened between them was inevitable. The attraction was there. Too strong to deny. Already his cock was filling, tightening.

  Aiden reached for a condom, tore the wrapping with his teeth, then fit the latex circle over the tip of Craig’s cock and rolled it down. He gave the large, hot cock another firm tug, then slid the tip between Jenn’s folds.

  Her body shuddered as he spread her lips with his fingers, easing her open to take Craig inside her. Then he withdrew his hands and cupped her hips, helping her slowly sink down the long shaft.

  Her breaths came in short, harsh gusts. She reached out her hands to brace against Craig’s chest and bent slightly toward him.

  Aiden moved his hands again, smoothing over her hips, up her back, massaging her shoulders and trailing down her back and sides before resting them on her bottom. “Move, Jenn. Fuck him.”

  As though she’d been dying to hear him say that, she bolted up then shimmied down, swirling to screw Craig’s cock inside her. Quickly, she did it again.