She turned in his arms to face him and smiled up at him. “I want to see all of you,” she whispered.
He cupped her face and kissed her again, deeply and slowly. Then he motioned to the bed. She followed the silent order and climbed up, resting back against the pillows, spreading her legs a little so that Aiden could see her. He moved forward and she wanted so much for him to touch her, but instead he took a chair and turned it toward the bed.
“Look at me,” Wren said softly.
Her attention shifted to him as ordered. He unfastened his fall front and shoved his trousers away. She caught her breath as she stared at him in all his naked glory. His cock was as beautiful as everything else about him: thick and long and so hard as it curled against him, a proud declaration of everything he wanted to do to her.
She glanced at Aiden and found he was just as fascinated. His eyes were a little glazed, his mouth slightly slack as he stared just as she did, at this man they had both adored for so long.
“You’re going to get everything you want, Aiden,” she said softly, and then smiled at Wren. “We’re all going to get what we want.”
He nodded as he came to the bed. He leaned in to kiss her again and then drew back to whisper, “I want to show him, Emilia. Let’s let him see.”
She nodded, unable to do anything else when he was so close, when what she’d dreamed of was so close. He tugged her into a seated position and she instantly moved onto her knees as he lay down, his head toward the bottom of the bed.
“Ride me,” he grunted, his voice rough.
She shifted over him, rubbing her body along his as she put herself in position to straddle him. She glanced up and saw that Aiden had leaned forward in his chair, staring at them. She smiled at him as she lifted slightly and caught Wren’s naked cock in her hand. He groaned as she stroked him once, twice, and then aligned him with her wet body. There was no resistance as she dropped down over him, taking him inside with one thick, heavy thrust.
She was being impossibly stretched and she arched her back, grinding against the fullness that was so delicious. When she looked down at Wren, he was staring at her, watching every reaction on her face. She began to rock over him, never breaking eye contact, savoring each pleasurable moment of this, memorizing the way he felt inside of her. The way his hands felt as they gripped her hips while she rode him.
And oh, how she rode him, grinding against him, gripping him with every thrust, her breath coming faster as pleasure mounted deep in her body. She had never before come so close to the edge of release so fast and yet here she was, her body starting to shake as pleasure notched up between her legs, becoming sharper and more focused.
“Fuck, Emilia,” Wren groaned, the veins in his neck becoming more pronounced as he lifted to meet her thrusts and stimulated her sensitive body all the more.
When she fell, she shouted, her hips rolling out of control, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as wave after powerful wave of pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known raced through her. It seemed to go on forever, like a storm that had been unleashed and now raged until she was weak and flopped forward on his body. His arms came around her, his mouth hot and heavy on hers as she panted out the remnants of her release.
“God, that was gorgeous,” Aiden panted as he got to his feet. “Emilia, your face when you come is art.”
She blushed at the compliment, even as she sat back up, Wren’s cock still hard inside of her, and reached for Aiden. He kissed her, resting his hand on Wren’s chest as he did so. Wren surged up at the touch with a moan.
“I want to taste her,” Aiden said, still looking at Emilia, but obviously talking to Wren.
Wren smiled, his pupils dilated until there was almost no blue left, and nodded. Emilia shifted, putting her head back on the pillows and spreading her legs for Aiden.
Only he didn’t bury his head between them. Instead he pressed the hand on Wren’s chest a little harder and put his mouth around Wren’s cock, where he began to lick and suck.
Emilia moaned at that intimate sight of it, her fingers going to between her legs to the wetness there, the sensitive clitoris where she began to play as she watched the show before her.
* * *
Aiden
Aiden had dreamed of sucking Wren off for years. When he fucked men in clubs, it was always Wren’s face he pictured, always Wren he dreamed of. And now he had his hard cock in his mouth and he swirled his tongue around the thick length of it. Better yet, he could taste the salty-sweet heaven of Emilia’s powerful release with every lick.
“I want to come in her,” Wren gasped, even as he held Aiden’s head in place and fucked his throat lightly. “With you.”
Aiden smiled around him and looked up without separating his mouth from him. He bobbed up and down a few more times, taking Wren to the edge, and then he popped his hard cock free.
“Do you want that, Emilia? Both of us inside of you?”
“Yes,” she moaned, her voice shaky and needy. “I need you both now!”
Aiden dragged his hand down the length of Wren’s body as he moved to Emilia. Her blue eyes were wide, her hand flicking across her sex restlessly. He caged her in on the pillows, living for the way her breath caught as he lowered his mouth and kissed her. She moaned, her arms coming around his shoulders, her hips lifting toward him.
“I want to take my time with you,” he murmured against her mouth. “I want to make you beg for me, for him, for this. I want to take you to the edge over and over until you explode with such power that you nearly lose consciousness.”
She shuddered with a mewl of needy pleasure at the image he created.
