Aiden’s pupils dilated and Wren could tell he wanted to touch him. Grab him. But he didn’t. He, too, wanted to give Emilia this chance at the control she’d lost when she married a man who would use and hurt her.
She drew a shaky breath. “You don’t know the multitude of wicked acts that just flashed through my mind when you promised me that. I hardly know where to begin. But…when Aiden took you in his mouth earlier, it excited me. I want you to do the same for him. So I can see it. Please.”
Wren couldn’t hold back a groan of excitement at the order. How many times had he imagined taking Aiden in his mouth? Or pictured him when he had some other man between his lips in some anonymous hell? Too many times to count. And now it would be real.
He was shaking as he grabbed the chair Aiden had watched from when they all first made love together. He slid it closer to Emilia and gave her a small smile over his shoulder. She was trembling, her hands trailing over her legs in the most arousing way.
“Sit,” Wren ordered.
Aiden arched a brow, but his pupils dilated with the dominance. “As you say, Mr. Wren.”
Wren felt the corner of his lips twitch with a smile, one that faded as Aiden sank down and slouched, spreading his legs out so he looked dissipated and more tempting than anything Wren had ever seen.
“What next, Emilia?” Aiden said softly.
She whimpered. “Wren, kneel before him.”
She tossed a pillow from the settee toward him. Wren caught it without breaking eye contact with Aiden and dropped it with a thump between Aiden’s feet. He leaned in, gripping the arms of the chair to support himself as he slowly dropped to his knees there. Aiden’s breath was short, ragged as they stared at each other.
“Tell me what to do, Emilia,” Wren whispered.
There was a long pause and Wren looked at her over his shoulder. She had pushed aside the towel entirely now and sat naked on the chair, her hand between her legs, playing lightly. “Unfasten his fall front,” she murmured.
He nodded and returned his gaze to Aiden. “Is that what you want?”
“You know it is,” Aiden ground out. “I want to watch you take me in your mouth. I want to feel you on me.”
“Yes,” Emilia said. “Take his cock out and enjoy it, Wren. Stroke it and lick it and suck it until he’s begging you for release. Until I’m shaking with my own. Until you ache from it.”
Wren somehow managed to keep from spending just from their combined verbal torture and placed his hands on Aiden’s thighs. They were so thick and heavily corded with muscle that twitched beneath his palms. He’d seen Aiden’s cock earlier when they pleasured Emilia together. But this would be different. Just for him.
He unfastened the buttons on the fawn trousers that were impossibly tight around Aiden’s very hard cock and finally freed him from their confines. For a moment Wren could only stare. He liked sex. He took his pleasure when he needed to do so, despite his continued feelings for the two people with him presently in the hot, close room. But this moment felt like more than sex. It felt like sacrament.
He reached out and stroked his fingertip along the satin flesh of Aiden’s cock and the other man’s eyes came shut with a low groan. He lifted slightly, as if reaching for more, and Wren smiled. He knew a little about that. Earlier it had taken every ounce of control in his body not to simply fuck Aiden’s throat until he spent in a wild, unruly burst of pleasure.
“Like this, Emilia?” he asked, closing his fist around Aiden’s length. Without looking at her, he shifted so she could see better.
“Yes,” she moaned, and he smiled up at Aiden, who watched her for a moment.
“She likes it,” he grunted. “So do I, Wren. It’s better than I ever dreamed.”
Wren stroke him once, twice, before he said, “Good.”
Then he didn’t speak for a while. He only focused on the pleasure. He pumped Aiden’s hard cock with firm pressure as he gazed up at him, loving how he shook and twitched with the touch. He wanted to do it all day, just tease him while he looked into his eyes and felt Emilia at his back, arching and groaning against her fingers.
“For God’s sake, suck me,” Aiden finally moaned, his knuckles whitening against edge of the chair as he gripped it.
Wren chuckled. “Can you see, Emilia?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she whimpered, her voice broken.
Wren bent his head and lightly licked just the head of Aiden’s cock, and Aiden gasped out his name as his hands came into Wren’s hair. He didn’t resist when Aiden tugged closer, forcing him to take a little more into his mouth. He liked the wordless demand, liked the feel of Aiden’s thick hardness stroking over his tongue. He took more of him, filling his mouth up, circling the length of him, slow and steady.
“Fuck,” Aiden whimpered. “Fuck.”
And so Wren did. He fucked him with his mouth, deeper and deeper, with slow, certain strokes and firm suction. He reveled in the act, in the salty taste of Aiden’s skin as he became more excited, in the way he stopped breathing entirely. And then Aiden began to thrust even deeper and Wren was undone. The feel of him against the back of his throat, the way Aiden looked as Wren took him, the sound of Emilia’s pleasure as she dragged herself closer and closer to completion was almost too much to bear.
And yet it was everything Wren had ever wanted in his wildest, wickedest fantasies. He wanted all of it and more. He never wanted it to end and he also wanted to end Aiden in the most explosive way, only to start all over until he was weak beneath Wren’s tongue.
