Troy and Aimee exchanged a loaded glance. Something heated passed between them, and then Troy’s expression shifted, darkening as he looked at me.
“Boxers off. We need to examine your, er… condition. In the bed.” His voice dropped to that commanding register that made my cock twitch. “Now.”
I scrambled out of my boxer briefs and tossed them aside, my cock springing free, already hard and leaking, proving my point. Aimee stepped forward, pushing me onto my back and straddling my hips. She was still fully clothed in leggings and a tank top, the fabric creating delicious friction against my hardening cock.
“Such a brat.” She grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. “Always teasing us until we fuck you.”
My breath caught in my throat as she leaned down and captured my mouth in a kiss that was all dominance and heat. Troy moved behind her, his hands sliding under her tank top to cup her breasts, his mouth finding the sensitive spot on her neck that made her moan into my kiss.
Aimee released my wrists as Troy yanked her tank top and bra up and over her head. She arched back into Troy’s touch as he cupped her bare breasts, fingers teasing her nipples while she ground her hips against my straining cock. The pressure was perfect, but it wasn’t what I was craving.
“Fuck,” I gasped against her lips, bucking up to meet her movements. “Please—”
“What do you need, slut?” She pulled back to look down at me, hunger sparkling in her eyes.
“Both of you,” I said. “Any way I can have you.”
“I think that can be arranged. Don’t you, Lieutenant?”
“Let’s see your hole, little slut.” Troy’s voice was a low rumble. Aimee climbed off me, her eyes dark with desire as she helped me roll over, then settled beside me. I braced myself on my hands and knees, ass in the air, face burning with a heady mix of embarrassment and arousal. She ran her palm over my exposedcock, fingers wrapping around the shaft as she cupped my ass with her other hand.
“Fuck, look at him.” Troy’s gaze swept over me. “So eager to show off.”
I watched them kiss, her hand idle on my cock as she moaned into his mouth, and his hands roamed over her bare breasts.
“Get the lube,” Troy said.
I whimpered at the loss of contact as she released me and moved away. I heard her rummaging in my nightstand drawer, the familiar snap of the cap opening.
“Here.” A moment later, cold liquid drizzled between my ass cheeks, and I squirmed at the cold. “Get ready, Rhett. Finger that virgin hole while we watch.”
I reached back, circling my entrance with slick fingers, teasing myself the way Troy had taught me—gently at first, then with more pressure. I pressed one finger inside, the burn and stretch making my breath catch.
“That’s it.” Troy’s breath was rough. “Show us how you like to be opened up. Bet you were thinking about me fucking you all morning, weren’t you?”
“Yes,” I admitted, pushing a second finger inside my hole, gasping at the stretch. “Couldn’t stop thinking about it. Couldn’t focus.”
“What do you need?” Troy asked. “Say it.”
“Your cock. Need you inside me, Troy. Need you to fill me up.”
Aimee caressed my ass, dipping her fingers between my cheeks to brush against my stretched rim where my fingers were working. “Let me.” She nudged my hand away. Before I could process the loss, her slender finger pressed into me, the intrusion making me moan and drop my head between my shoulders.
“Fuck.” I pushed back against her probing finger. “That feels so good, Aims.”
“You’re so hot inside.” She worked her finger deeper. “So tight around me.”
I felt another splash of cold lube, and then Aimee was pushing a second finger inside me, her other hand working my cock with torturous slowness. Behind us, I heard the rustle of clothing and the hiss of a zipper being lowered. Troy was undressing.
“Get a condom, he’s eager,” Aimee said.
“I don’t want condoms,” I blurted out, desperation making me bold. “I want to feel you, Troy. We’ve both been tested. I want your bare cock inside me.”
Aimee spoke with a hint of humor. “Don’t look at me, Troy. It’s Rhett’s hole, so it’s his choice.”
“Are you sure?” Troy asked.
“Please,” I begged, rocking back against Aimee’s fingers. “Want to feel your cum inside me.”
