And she did, coming apart in our arms for a second time, then a third, her body caught in an endless cycle of pleasure as we thrust into her again and again. She was more beautiful than she’d ever been, her broken cries of ecstasy lovelier than any song. I held on, ordering Rhett not to come, and watching as he fought back orgasm, thrusting into her as she lost control between us, her body convulsing around ours.
“Too much,” Aimee whimpered after a while, her body trembling as she let out a broken sob. “Too sensitive now.”I stilled immediately, concern replacing the haze of pleasure. We disentangled, and I pressed kisses to her face as Rhett murmured soothing words against her neck. “You didn’t get to come?”
“We can wait,” I said.
“We can?” Slut mode Rhett was comically horrified, and a laugh burst from Aimee.
Her lips curved into that wicked smile I’d come to crave, and her eyes darkened with renewed purpose. “I have an idea,” she announced, her voice raspy but determined. I recognized that look now—it was the same one she wore when recording her podcast, when she knew exactly what she wanted to say and how she wanted to say it. Except this time, we were her subject matter.
“What kind of idea?” Rhett asked, his breathing still heavy, his cock glistening with Aimee’s arousal as he stroked it lazily.
Instead of answering, Aimee placed her palm flat against my chest and pushed me backward onto the bed. “On your back, up against the headboard.” The authoritative tone kicked fresh arousal through me. I complied without hesitation, curious and turned on by this assertive side of her.
She turned to Rhett, her hand sliding up his chest to curl around his neck, pulling him down for a brief, biting kiss. “You,” she said when they broke apart, “are going to ride Troy’s cock while I watch. I love watching my boyfriends fuck each other.”
“Fuck,” Rhett breathed, his eyes widening as they flicked to me. “Yes. Please.”
I felt my cock twitch at the suggestion, precome beading at the tip. We’d only done this once before, the night I’d fucked Rhett.
Aimee directed the action with surprising confidence, positioning Rhett above me, her small hands on his broad shoulders guiding him to straddle my hips. She knelt beside us, reaching for the lube and squirting a generous amount onto her palm. Then, with deliberate slowness, she wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking me from base to tip, coating me thoroughly.
“Fuck, Aims,” I groaned, my hips bucking up into her touch. “That feels so good.”
Her voice dropped to that low register that never failed to make me hard. “Just wait.” She moved behind Rhett, her hand disappearing between his legs. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but Rhett’s sudden intake of breath and the way his head fell back told me everything I needed to know. She was opening him up, preparing him for me.
“Good boy,” she murmured to him, and I watched as Rhett’s cock jumped at the praise. “You want this, don’t you? Want to be filled up with Troy’s cock while I watch?”
“Yes,” Rhett gasped, his thighs trembling on either side of my hips as Aimee’s fingers worked inside him. “God, yes.”
Her free hand slid around to stroke Rhett’s neglected cock. “Tell him. Tell Troy what you need.”
Rhett’s gaze locked on mine, raw desire blazing in their depths. “Need you inside me.” His voice was rough. “Need to feel you stretching me open, filling me up.”
I reached up, my hand curling around the back of his neck to pull him down for a bruising kiss. “I’ve got you, baby. Going to make you feel so good.”
“My turn to run the show,” she announced, reaching between Rhett’s legs to grasp my cock. She lined me up with his entrance, the head pressing against his slick hole. “Slowly now,” she told him. “Take him inch by inch.”
Rhett began to lower himself onto my cock, the tight ring of muscle resisting at first before giving way to the relentless pressure. I gasped as the head breached him, the sensation of heat and tightness making my toes curl. Aimee kept one hand on the base of my shaft, the other on Rhett’s hip, controlling the pace of his descent.
“That’s it.” She watched him take me deeper. “Look at you, taking him so well.”
Rhett moaned at her words, his inner walls clenching around me in response. I could feel every twitch, every pulse of his body as he adjusted to the intrusion. After what felt like an eternity of exquisite torture, he was fully seated, my cock buried to the hilt inside him.
“So full,” he whispered, his head dropping forward as he panted. “Fuck, Troy, you feel so good.”
Aimee shifted, leaning forward to capture Rhett’s mouth in a deep kiss. The movement pressed her ass more firmly against my chest. I massaged her lower back, kneading the muscles there as she dominated Rhett with her mouth.
“Ride him.” She pulled back from the kiss, both of them breathless. “Show me how much you love his cock.”
Rhett began to move, rising up until only the head of my cock remained inside him before sinking back down. The friction was mind-blowing, tight heat gripping me with each movement. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight of my shaft disappearing into him, slick with lube and precome.
“Good girl,” I murmured to Aimee, my hands continuing their massage of her back, loving the way she was controlling him. “Taking such good care of us.”
She glanced over her shoulder at me, a sly smile playing at her lips. “You like watching me make him fuck himself on your cock?”
“God, yes,” I admitted, the words torn from somewhere deep inside me as my hands roamed down to her ass, squeezing and massaging. “You’re fucking perfect, both of you.”
Aimee turned her attention back to Rhett, and I could just barely see her small hand reaching out to wrap around his cock,stroking in time with his movements. “Faster.” Her voice left no room for argument. “I want to see you bounce on his cock.”
