A Perfect Trifecta: Delta Heat, Book 3 Read online

  “Talk to us, sweetheart. Tell us what you feel.”

  Jenn gave a short, strangled laugh. “How I feel? Jesus, Sir,” she said, her voice husky. “You know how I feel. You did this to me. I’m so fucking hot…” She moved faster. “Fuck, it feels good. He’s big. Like you. And I’m swollen inside. Feels goddamn hot. Full.”

  He smoothed up her back then down again, and slid a finger between her buttocks, tracing the narrow crevice.

  “Oh,” she moaned, moving faster, crashing down then jerking up.

  Craig raised his hands to cup her breasts. “Permission to bite them, Sir.”

  “Bite away, but Jenn…”

  “I know. I can’t come until you say so,” she said, her voice now high and breathy, her tension palpable.

  “Do you want us both, Jenn?”

  “Don’t ask me. Not for me to decide. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, her movements deepening, her body floating forward and back, then circling again. “Sir…don’t know if I’ll last a second!”

  “You will.” He reached behind him for another condom and the lube he’d placed there. After rolling on the condom, he uncapped the lube and squeezed gel into his palm. He coated his cock, stroking the erection that had steadily built as she’d jerked and plunged in front of him.

  Then he placed a hand in the center of her back and pushed her forward, effectively stopping her movements as she lay against Craig’s chest.

  Her back and shoulders shook with her labored breaths.

  Craig cupped her head and kissed her.

  “Remove her blindfold.”

  Jenn sighed as Craig pushed it off her head.

  Aiden put the tip of the tube just above her anus and let a stream of gel fall into her crack. He tossed away the tube and used his fingers to smooth it over her small, puckered hole, then into it, rubbing gently around the rim.

  Jenn broke the kiss and rose up on her arms. She twisted to glance back at him, holding her messy hair to the side.

  He gave her a crooked smile and plunged his thumb inside her, watching her lips purse as she drew in a quick whoosh of air. Holding her gaze, he resettled his knees, leaned over her to brace on one hand while he held the tip of his dick against her opening.

  With a flex of his hips, he pushed. Her eyelids dipped. Her mouth dropped open, and she caved against Craig’s chest. Craig wrapped his arms around her head and shoulders and held her close as Aiden sank inside her ass, pulsing and screwing to fit into her tight little hole.

  She mewled like a kitten, writhed as best she could pinned between them, her thighs spread around Craig’s hips and her pussy and asshole pegged.

  When he was deep, he came down over them both, holding only some of his weight from them on his arms. He slowly stepped out from between Craig’s spread legs, waiting as the other man closed them so Aiden’s thighs were wide. When Aiden began to move, he’d rock them both.

  Craig pulled his arms from around her, and Aiden burrowed his face into her hair. Jenn’s body shook with tremors and her gasping breaths. He kissed the side of her face until she turned it and they rubbed their lips together. Then he rose a little, bent over her and went with his instinct. He aimed his mouth at Craig’s.

  Craig lifted his head to meet the kiss. Two firm mouths locked, opening instantly. Aiden stroked his tongue inside Craig. Craig’s mouth tightened as he sucked on Aiden’s tongue.

  Aiden’s cock jerked inside Jenn. She undulated between them, her body clenching, her ass cinching around his cock to deliver delicious little spasms that heralded a coming orgasm.

  He deepened the kiss but snuck his hand between hers and Craig’s bodies to grope her breast. He pinched her nipple hard.

  The groan she gave had their locked mouths easing into grins. Craig’s head fell back and he gave Aiden a small smile. “Shall we?”

  Aiden crooked a brow.

  “Shall we, Sir?”

  Aiden gave Craig another quick, hard kiss, then pressed one against Jenn’s shoulder before pushing up on his arms. Straightening his legs, he braced on his arms and plunged his hips down and up, sliding slowly in and out of Jenn’s ass.

  She murmured and pushed up, her back sliding against his front then sinking in the middle to tilt her ass higher. She replanted her knees as Aiden’s movements quickened and deepened.

  Her body flowed forward and back with each stroke, forcing her to ride Craig’s cock in the same motions. Aiden kept track of her sexy gasps and groans, watched Craig’s ever-tightening expression. Waiting, waiting…

  Balancing on one arm, he clutched the notch of her hip and pushed her down and back, gliding her against Craig’s groin. Then Aiden powered into her, jerking against her, knowing her clit was swollen and being abraded by the movements. The moist sounds of her pussy convulsing around the cock shoved snugly up her cunt were his cue. He bent to her ear. “Now, baby. Come for me now.”

  Aiden banged her from behind. Craig popped his hips up and down, shallow upward thrusts, but more than enough. She snapped her head back and a shrill scream ripped from her throat. Her body went boneless between the two men as she rode the storm of strong, thrashing hips.

  When she fell against Craig this time, Aiden slowed his strokes and stopped, pulling free then climbing off the bed to remove the condom and clean up. When he came back with a wet, warm cloth to cleanse her, he paused, staring down at Craig kissing her, his hands sunk into her silky black hair. Their bodies were still connected, her thighs hugging the other man’s hips.

  Her skin was pink where he’d rubbed against her. Her ass was a fiery red. So beautiful. Kneeling on the edge of the mattress, he cleaned her up and then gave Craig a terse nod.

  Craig broke the kiss. “Rest?” he asked, nuzzling Jenn’s cheek.

  “I’d like that,” she said, her voice raw. “But can I watch?”

  Craig glanced his way. Aiden nodded again.

  “Do you need the bed?” Jenn asked, her voice soft and slightly muffled sounding.

  Aiden’s first thought was she needed the bed. And her needs would always come first. But she turned her head, letting him see her small, secretive smile.

  “You’re welcome to kneel beside the bed. Use the pad to save your knees, love.” Then he aimed a glance at Craig. Aiden didn’t have the words to tell the other man what he needed. His throat was getting thick. His heart was pounding like he’d just run sprints. The thought of what he was about to indulge in, with a man whose cocky spirit roused the feral animal inside himself, made this a true test of his self-control.

  When Jenn slipped to the floor, Aiden went down on a knee at the end of the mattress then crawled right over Craig.

  Craig swallowed hard, watching as Aiden came over him. There was nowhere to hide. Not behind any mask. Craig was likely only realizing this now. Jenn’s breaths were softening, growing so quiet as she watched, he knew she was focused, not wanting to miss a single thing that passed between the two men. Then he thought about the camera in the corner, watching everything.

  Christ, who was there? Then he wondered why he should care. At La Forge, management saw everything. But no one had ever seen him like this…ready to come apart because he covered another man, their combined weight sinking them both deep into the mattress. He wasn’t leaving Craig room to think or even breathe.

  Aiden slid his thighs open, set his knees in the mattress. He carefully aligned their cocks side-by-side. The image of Craig’s cock, heavy and full and so damn long, had his ass puckering and his balls tightening hard enough he was afraid to speak because his voice would shake.

  And then Craig gave him one of his one-sided, smart-assed grins.

  Aiden’s gaze narrowed. “You learned a lot at the club,” he said in his deep, growling voice.

  “I have, Sir.”

  “But you haven’t learned to be truly submissive.”

  By his tightening mouth, Craig didn’t understand what he meant. Couldn’t. His smile faded. A frown brought his brows together. “I’m submit
ting now.”

  Aiden shook his head. “Sir.”

  Craig’s lips thinned and he narrowed his hazel eyes.

  Aiden moved his hips, rubbing his cock alongside Craig’s, building a little friction. “Put your hands around our cocks. Cup them together.” He raised his body and stared down between them as Craig did as ordered.

  Long fingers wrapped around both cocks. Aiden moved again inside the warm cylinder, thrusting slowly and waiting.

  Craig’s grip was loose at first, then cinched tighter. The muscles of his belly contracted and sweat gleamed on the swells.

  Aiden stroked through his hands, letting the pleasure wash over him, letting his own arousal build—letting his desire grow and grow, because when he reached a certain point, he wouldn’t restrain himself. Not with Craig. Not when the man needed to learn something about what it really meant to serve.

  After a few more strokes, Aiden pulled away and knelt to the side.

  Craig lay on his back, watching him, his cocky expression faltering. Need strained his features, curled his fists.

  A very nice start indeed.

  “Jenn, bring me a crop.”

  Craig’s eyelids dipped, and he let out a deep breath. His cock jerked against his belly.

  “I want you on your knees.” Aiden waited while Craig sat up then turned on the mattress, bracing his hands on the bed and spreading his knees, his hard, round ass presented.

  Aiden slipped a hand between Craig’s thighs and cupped his balls. Aiden closed his fingers around them and squeezed, judging Craig’s tolerance by the way his breath caught, then quickened. Aiden squeezed harder and pulled. Craig groaned and dipped his head between his shoulders.

  The crop landed on the bed. Jenn stood beside the mattress, her head bowed, her hands cupped together. He almost gave her a smile. She wanted the crop. He could tell by the way her gaze clung to it.

  Well, she’d have to get her kicks vicariously, because Craig’s bruised ass needed more embellishment—welts striping his skin. Aiden released the other man’s balls, crawled off the mattress, picked up the crop and braced a hand on Craig’s hip. “Count for me.” Then he raised the crop and laid the first stripe.

  It wasn’t an easy stroke, and Craig cursed under his breath. “One…Sir.”

  “Remember your safe word.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Aiden gave Craig another lash, this one a little less sharp, avoiding the purple bruises that sat atop the swells of his buttocks.

  “Two, Sir,” Craig said, his voice less strangled.

  Aiden smoothed a hand over one rump, then pushed his thumb into a bruise.

  Craig’s thighs and buttocks clenched, but he tilted up, an almost unnoticeable raising.

  Question answered, Aiden landed the next strokes on top of the bruises, ignoring the man’s gasps, paying more attention to the quivering of his arms and back, the resettling of his knees. Craig had been hard before, but Aiden didn’t need to grip his cock to know the cop’s erection was swelling even more. He liked the feel of the hard leather slicing at his skin.

  More lashes struck the curves of his ass and in the sensitive creases between thighs and buttocks, but never between his legs. Aiden gave him long lashes of the length of the crop, then shorter, targeted pops. Red stripes and circles appeared. He rubbed over them, enjoying the heat beneath his palms. He laid another stripe and Craig hissed through his teeth.

  “Bring me a flogger. Not the deer hide. It’s too soft.”

  He listened as Jenn’s quick steps left. Smoothing a hand on Craig’s skin, he dipped a finger between his buttocks.

  Breath hitched and held. Aiden skimmed farther down, gripped the sac then released it, reached deeper and slid his hand up the steamy column of Craig’s thick cock.

  Jenn returned and handed him the flogger. One with rolled leather flanges.

  “I want you kneeling sideways on the bed now, boy.”

  Craig rose up stiffly, aimed a glare at Aiden, but shifted on his knees and bent again. Ass pointed toward Aiden.

  Aiden gave Jenn a sideways glance. “Get under him and suck him.”

  “Fuck,” Craig moaned.

  The word was whispered, but Aiden heard it loud and clear. Jenn crawled onto the bed and under Craig, perpendicular to his torso, then squeezed under his belly. Not many more moments later, the sound of sucking filled the room.

  Aiden drew in a deep breath and waved his arms wide to ease the tightness in his shoulders and chest. When he raised the flogger, he kept breathing deeply, letting his mind focus on the lush landscape in front of him. Pink, purple, red and yellow. Rounded globes, a velvet sac, thick, muscled thighs.

  He raised his arm and put power behind the sideways stroke he delivered.

  Craig grunted. “One…Sir.” A gasp, then, “Two, Sir…three, Sir…”

  Back and forth, Aiden swung his arms, letting the sound of cracking leather take him there, to the place where his thoughts centered, focus narrowing to his own breaths, the trickles of sweat down his chest and back, the burn in his arms and shoulders. Narrowed to the man shivering in front of him. His muscles tensing and releasing between strokes. His balls drawing up hard against his groin. The asshole that gaped then closed.

  Aiden tossed aside the flogger. “On the floor, boy.” He quickly donned another condom.

  Craig straightened, stiff, kneeling on the mattress, his chest heaving and his hands on his thighs. He shook his head.

  “On the floor, or this ends.”

  Jenn sat up, leaned into Craig and gave him a hug, then moved back to curl up on her side to watch.

  Craig backed off the mattress then slowly turned toward Aiden. This time, his head was down, his gaze was lowered. Red splotched his cheeks.

  Aiden indicated with a finger toward the pad on the floor. “Hands and knees, boy.” His voice surprised him. Gone was the hard edge. A trembling note softened the deep rumble.

  Craig’s expression lost tension. His lips quivered, but he went to his knees then down to his hands.

  Aiden walked behind him, glanced up once at Jenn, whose wide eyes were filling. Why? Was she jealous? Did she think she’d pushed him too hard? She’d started this. He turned his interest to Craig. It was too late now for them all. No way could he call a halt to their play. Craig needed his reward. Needed to submit. And Aiden needed to be the one to bring him that peace.

  Aiden came closer to Craig, touching his hip gently. “Do you want this?”

  Craig twisted around to stare. “Why are you asking? I’m here.”

  “Do you want this…with me?”

  Craig’s gaze clung to his. His eyes reflected some emotion, something deeper than Aiden understood. “I want this…only with you.”

  Aiden hadn’t known he’d wanted that reassurance until it was given. Something inside him eased open. His own head dropped and his chest deepened around a ragged, indrawn breath. He hadn’t realized Jenn had left the bed until her arms encircled his shoulders and her soft breasts flattened against his back. She peppered his neck with kisses until he glanced at her.

  She framed his face between her hands. “Fuck him for yourself, Aiden. Love him, if you can. But do it for us.”

  Again, he didn’t understand, but something inside him broke. She rose and kissed his mouth. “You need this. You need us.”

  His vision grew a little blurred and he blinked. “Jenn…?”

  “I love you, Aiden. I live to serve you, darling.” Then she came around him and knelt beside Craig, who’d watched their interaction.

  Craig’s expression was one of wonder and patience. “I didn’t know,” he said. “Didn’t understand.”

  Jenn gave him a soft smile. “Serving is loving. You’ve never truly submitted because you’re not a whore at heart, Craig. You need one Dom to serve. Just like me.”

  Aiden sensed the moment the two of them bonded as they shared smiles.

  “Who the hell’s in charge here?” he grumbled, unsure about the emotions swirli
ng around and inside him.

  “You are, Sir,” Craig said, with a one-sided grin. “My ass certainly knows it.”

  Aiden gave a sharp, unexpected bark of laughter. “So that’s how it’s going to be?”

  “Only if we’re very lucky,” Jenn said, her cat’s eyes gleaming.

  Aiden shook his head. It was almost too much to take in. Likely, it was all about the sex. Subs tended to get emotional when they were pushed. Some got violent, some believed themselves in love.

  The feeling would pass. The next time they all met, they’d give each other sheepish smiles and hope no one would mention they’d taken things a little too far. So why did he feel as though that scenario might crush him?

  “Go with it, Sir,” Jenn said. “Don’t think so hard. We’re here for you.”

  With his chest feeling crowded, he shook it off. “Jenn, why don’t you lie down in front of Craig.”

  Her expression brightened instantly. When she was on her back with her knees spread and Craig had gone down on his elbows to eat her out, Aiden turned his attention back to his own raging hard-on. He was glad he’d distracted them, because the warmth blossoming between the pair made him feel cold.

  This was just sex, and he’d fucked plenty of men. Didn’t really have a preference for men or women, which he knew was rare. The dark hole winking at him would serve just as well as a lush, hot pussy. Leaning forward, he dropped spit into Craig’s crack, then fingered him, tucking one digit inside and finding it hot. The ring was nicely relaxed. He’d have no trouble working himself inside.

  Aiden knew he was being clinical. Shutting down again. Making this about being what he was, a Dom, and not a man. Certainly not a man hoping to fall in love with the couple who were happily engaged in front of him.

  Jenn’s sighs were soft, kittenish. She’d had her blowout orgasm. Now she was quite content to get some cosseting. Jenn was most certainly a hetero female. Fully into men. Something Aiden, being a man, appreciated.

  Satisfied he wouldn’t harm Craig, he gripped his own cock, glided tip to root then back up, and squeezed it just beneath the crown. With his fingers, he spread Craig’s cheeks and pressed forward, setting the tip of his cock against the small entrance. With a flex of his hips, he pushed gently inside, lips drawing away from his teeth at the heat and gripping pressure.