“We have had you together, Emilia. Does it make you feel loved?” Aiden whispered, sucking and swirling his tongue around a spot at the base of Wren’s throat that drove him wild between each word.
She nodded. “Yes. It makes me feel complete.”
“I want to do that for Wren.”
Emilia’s eyes widened. and Wren watched as his two lovers’ gazes met over him and she smiled.
“Would you like that, Wren?” she asked softly, seductively.
Wren nodded, fully surrendering to this and to them and feeling the warmth of that wash over him and take away all the agony his life of responsibility and loss had created in his chest.
“Lie back,” Emilia urged him, pressing him toward the bed as Aiden pulled away and went digging in drawers for the familiar bottle of slick oil that they used to ready Emilia so many times since their reunion.
“Have you done this before?” Aiden asked as he returned to Wren, climbed onto the bed at his feet and spread his legs slightly so he could ease closer. His palm cupped Wren’s calf and it felt like his skin was alive as he arched with a hiss of pleasure.
“Had a man in my arse?” Wren gasped out. “Y-yes.”
“Good,” Aiden said, licking his lips. He motioned his head toward Emilia. “Suck him, let me see you ready him for you.”
She nodded and smiled at Wren. “I love to have you in my mouth, you know. I used to dream of it.”
Those words were as powerful as any touch and Wren let out a garbled groan before he caught her hand and drew her across him. He kissed her, deep and slow, tasting every inch of her mouth until she was whimpering and moaning his name.
“I want you to straddle my mouth while you lick me,” he murmured as he let her part from him. “Do you understand?”
Her pupils dilated as what he desired became clear and she moved fully onto the bed. Aiden hadn’t moved as he watched them together, almost like he was frozen with the images of their passion. But when she straddled Wren’s shoulders, Aiden at last leaned in to kiss her over Wren’s hard cock.
“Fuck his mouth, Emilia. Come all over him so I can taste you later,” Aiden ordered, his voice suddenly harder, more in control.
She responded by catching Wren’s cock and stroking him again. Wren gasped and gripped her hips, looking up at the gorgeous, wet pussy poised over him. He could scent her excitement and it only encouraged his own, and just as she covered him with her mouth, he licked her.
They both jolted at the feel of the other and he smiled against her as he gave in to the heated pleasure of what they were doing. She thrust her mouth over him, eager and hungry, taking him all the way to her throat before withdrawing and smothering him in perfect suction and wetness. He responded by devouring her with all the enthusiasm he felt for the act, tasting her and teasing her, fucking her with his tongue and sucking her clitoris until she was rolling her hips over him and chasing the high of release that he could already feel coming by the way her thighs shook and gripped around him.
And just when it couldn’t get better, just when he was lost to the bliss, Aiden finally parted his legs, tilted his arse up, and began to circle the tight hole there with his fingers.
Wren came without warning, pushing his hips so hard that he feared he could hurt Emilia, but she only gripped him tighter, taking every drop of his release and continuing the sucks and licks as Aiden thrust his finger, then another, then a third into the place where he would take Wren. Claim him.
Emilia rocked her hips back and only then did her mouth leave his cock. She cried out, her pussy flooding with release and rippling against his tongue as she swore and moaned and shook with her own orgasm. He collapsed against the pillows, still twitching as she stroked him absently with her hand and Aiden continued to ready him with his fingers.
Wren knew his night had thankfully only just begun. He couldn’t wait for everything that would come next.
CHAPTER9
Emilia
Emilia had come many times with these men, but this time felt different. With Wren’s mouth buried against her body, as she watched Aiden gently ready him with his thick fingers and she sucked him to release, she felt…wicked. She felt worshiped and adored. And she felt powerful. After all, she was in control of this as much as either of them. They gave her that gift.
She lifted herself up and scooted down Wren’s body, now straddling his hips as she leaned up to kiss Aiden as he continued to finger Wren. Aiden moaned against her mouth.
“I can taste him,” he whimpered.
She smiled and then said, “He’s still hard.”
“Oh yes, I see that, angel,” Aiden said. “Will you ride him for me? Make him fill you up so I can see him overflowing from you?”
She shivered at the wicked images and looked back over her shoulder at Wren. He’d moved up to his elbows and he was hardly breathing as he watched her shift, lifting up, gripping his somehow still-hard cock and rub it against her dripping body. When she took him in a hard, slick stroke, he bucked beneath her and swore.
Aiden smiled. “When a man comes, he’s so sensitive, Emilia. Imagine how much you’re torturing him, pleasuring him as you ride him. As you use him.”
