A Perfect Trifecta: Delta Heat, Book 3 (7 page)

“I don’t like
master
,” he growled. “I don’t want a slave.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said as he tied the knot behind her head. Now she couldn’t see his expression, but part of hers was also hidden. “I wouldn’t mind being yours,” she whispered.

She heard a grunt and then sensed him moving away. Hands gripped her knees. Smooth hands. Craig opened her thighs. He trailed his fingers over her vaginal lips. “Never can resist. Always the first thing I have to taste,” he whispered before he made a smacking noise like he’d sucked on his finger.

She grinned, relaxing a bit now because it was Craig, as they’d always been easy companions, and Aiden was watching.

Craig’s body came over her, his bare waist gliding against her spread thighs, his rigid cock trapped between them as he pressed his chest to hers.

Her nipples spiked, reminding her how deliciously sore they still were from the clamps and the weights.

His mouth cupped her chin.

“Terrible aim,” she whispered. “And I’m the one with the blindfold.”

He bit her ear lobe then wagged his head to tug it. “He put me in charge. To do as I please with my mouth. I happen to like your chin.”

“He told you to lick me, not bite me.”

“He did, didn’t he…” The flat of his wet tongue licked up her cheek.

“Ew!” she said, although she wasn’t truly grossed out. A little playfulness went a long way to easing the tension of her tightly wound arousal.

He smoothed his hand over her hair and licked her lips.

She smiled, felt the tip of his tongue glide over her teeth, the press of his cock between her legs, a moment before he slid down her body. Hands framed her breasts. “Always liked your tits.”

“I swear, there will be payback,” she whispered.

“Love what you did with them, Aiden. They’re all red. Look like the ends of nice pencils. I like nibbling on erasers when I work on a really hard problem.”

Jenn grunted. She was getting a little impatient. The good stuff wouldn’t start until Craig licked her cunt. She angled her head to where she knew Aiden stood. “Sir, can I touch him?”

“If it helps you relieve a little tension, then yes.”

By the slight edge of his voice, he was getting impatient too. Jenn lifted her hands to Craig’s face. He nuzzled into her palm and gave it a swipe of his tongue. She stuck her finger in his ear.

His body shook against hers. She grabbed both his ears and pulled, centering his face over one breast. “Just so you remember the
point
of this conversation.”

“You are adorable,” he said, even as his voice sounded strained.

She eased her hold on his ears and waited.

He fluttered his tongue over the turgid tip, toggling it. Then he groaned, an exaggerated sound, but she wasn’t going to complain. Not when he latched his mouth around her entire nipple and drew hard on it. She dug her fingers into his scalp. Her thighs moved restlessly against the sides of his torso.

When he began lashing the tip inside his mouth, she tossed her head side to side and tried to curve her hips upward to scrape her sex against his skin, but his weight held her pinned. His mouth suctioned, drawing hard on her. Her fingers curled into claws.

Then he let her breast go with a pop. “Nice tit, Jenn. Soft as velvet. Wonder if the other one tastes as good.” He moved across her chest, nipping her skin as he went before chewing on the other tip with his front teeth.

Lord, the bites went from soft to sharp, and her thighs jerked, clamping hard around his sides. “Craig,” she groaned.

“Boy,” Aiden corrected.

“Whatever,” she muttered.

“Jenn…”

“Boy!” she gritted out when Craig bit a little more sharply. The quick pain shot a dart of heat toward her pussy.

Craig drew back and licked at her breast, soothing the ache, then moved down again, escaping her clasping thighs.

She missed his heat, his weight. Her body felt empty, her skin abandoned. When his hot tongue stroked over her bare mound, she slid a hand over her breast to pull and tug at her nipple, giving herself comfort in the absence of a lover’s caress.

The bed dipped deeply beside her. She nearly sobbed. Another hand covered hers and pushed it away. Another mouth latched on to her breast to suckle.

Fingers spread her lips below. A wet swipe trailed over her inner labia, teasing the thin edges.

Aiden bit her nipple. Then soothed it with his lips.

She wanted to grip his hair and pull, but he’d moved her hand away. She didn’t dare touch him like she had Craig.

Frustrated because she couldn’t touch, couldn’t see, she quivered on the bed, letting the men do as they pleased and hoping they’d let her come soon.

Aiden pulled back from her breast. His mouth moved over hers, just a quick, wet rub. Then he nuzzled into the corner of her neck. “
Craig…
”

He growled so close she felt the vibrations against her skin and shivered.

Her thighs were lifted and placed over Craig’s strong shoulders. Her bottom was cupped and raised. Another growl sounded, this time from Craig a moment before she felt him glide his tongue from just below her pussy, through the center of her folds to her clit. Her heart stopped then began to thrum heavy in her chest.

Aiden bit her lobe. “You can’t come.”

She shook her head. Craig was lapping delicately at her swollen clit.

“Jenn.”

Sometimes she hated how he did that—arrested her with one freaking word. She nearly snarled back at him but held her frustration inside.

Craig continued to ply her clit, his thumbs tugging her lips but not entering. But then Aiden had only given him permission to lick.

More pressure on the next glide of his tongue and a swirl, and her belly contracted. Her hips bounced up then down.

Craig moved his hand and pulled up the top of her folds to fully expose her swollen clitoris.

Just the cool air brushing over it was too much. “
No. No. No.
”

“You can do this,” Aiden said, kissing her cheek, petting her breast with a hand.

She shook her head again, quicker, then gasped. “I’m there, Aiden, Sir, oh God,
please
.”

Craig raised his head. Aiden moved away. When her legs were lowered and the heat of the body she’d cradled was withdrawn, she felt like howling.

Her chest jerked with her jagged breaths.

The bed dipped to her other side and rough hands drew her up to sit. When those same hands turned her, urging her around, her hand landed on a hairy calf. She didn’t need any more guidance. She crawled over the man’s legs, sliding her knees to either side of his hips, knowing by the scent of his crisp sweat it was Craig, and lowered her chest against his. Arms surrounded her. A kiss landed on her cheek.

The mattress shifted again, and she knew Aiden was behind her and what was about to happen. They’d both take her. Though whether the same hole or two, she didn’t really care. Her pussy and ass ached to be filled.

Aiden’s massive body came over hers. Slick skin glided against her own sweaty body, above her, beneath her. Then Aiden lifted her to sit astride Craig’s hips. She rode the length of his shaft and gave him a sensual, wet nudge with her open sex.

Aiden came closer, cupping her shoulders as he kissed the top of one. Then he smoothed his palms down to her breasts, gripped them firmly before releasing them and traveling lower. He bracketed her hips then lifted her. When she tensed her thighs to hold herself in that position, he glided both palms between her legs, spreading outward to caress her inner thighs, then coming up again with one to cup her pussy.

“You’re hot and wet,” he said beside her ear.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice breathy and thin.

Hot breath gusted against her ear. “It would please me if you held back your orgasm. Can you do that?”

“I’ll try, Sir.”

“You’ve pleased me so much, baby. Come so far.”

Warmth filled her chest. Pleasure cramped her belly. A fresh gush of fluids oozed from inside her. “I want only to please you, Sir,” she said, her voice an aching whisper.

Chapter Six

If Jenn had said she loved him, she wouldn’t have touched him more. Aiden didn’t respond because his throat felt thick. He was undeserving of her declaration because he’d held himself back from her and hadn’t yet shared his heart. With Craig’s curious gaze watching them, Aiden kissed Jenn’s cheek.

The almost imperceptible narrowing of Craig’s glance sent a swift jolt of irritation through Aiden. Who was he to question their relationship? He was just another cock for Jenn to enjoy. But even as that thought leaped into his mind, Aiden knew it wasn’t true. He’d never shared Jenn’s pussy with another man. Never wanted something more intimate for himself during their play.

The sense of the forbidden, of the dangerous waters they entered, added something he couldn’t yet name. But enough thinking. He’d ruthlessly tamped down his own desires to bring them all to this point. Having fulfilled his role, he was ready to indulge.

Holding Craig’s blazing glance, he reached down, smoothed a hand along Jenn’s inner thighs and cupped her heat, dipping two fingers into her vagina for a quick swirl. Moisture glazed him and ran down his fingers. Without letting himself think too much about it, he let his own desire lead his actions. He grasped Craig’s cock in a hard grip, listened to the cop’s hissing breath and gave him a firm caress with his wet hand.

Up, then down, and up again. He swiped his thumb over the cushiony head, gliding over the pre-come pearled at the narrow opening. “If I tell you to hold back…”

Craig shook his head, his lips lifting in a pained grimace. “I won’t come,” he said, his voice tight with strain.

Aiden gave him a nod, trusting the other man, knowing that they both understood that after Jenn had found completion, Aiden would take Craig. Whatever happened between them was inevitable. The attraction was there. Too strong to deny. Already his cock was filling, tightening.

Aiden reached for a condom, tore the wrapping with his teeth, then fit the latex circle over the tip of Craig’s cock and rolled it down. He gave the large, hot cock another firm tug, then slid the tip between Jenn’s folds.

Her body shuddered as he spread her lips with his fingers, easing her open to take Craig inside her. Then he withdrew his hands and cupped her hips, helping her slowly sink down the long shaft.

Her breaths came in short, harsh gusts. She reached out her hands to brace against Craig’s chest and bent slightly toward him.

Aiden moved his hands again, smoothing over her hips, up her back, massaging her shoulders and trailing down her back and sides before resting them on her bottom. “Move, Jenn. Fuck him.”

As though she’d been dying to hear him say that, she bolted up then shimmied down, swirling to screw Craig’s cock inside her. Quickly, she did it again.

“Talk to us, sweetheart. Tell us what you feel.”

Jenn gave a short, strangled laugh. “How I feel? Jesus, Sir,” she said, her voice husky. “You know how I feel. You did this to me. I’m so fucking hot…” She moved faster. “Fuck, it feels good. He’s big. Like you. And I’m swollen inside. Feels goddamn hot. Full.”

He smoothed up her back then down again, and slid a finger between her buttocks, tracing the narrow crevice.

“
Oh
,” she moaned, moving faster, crashing down then jerking up.

Craig raised his hands to cup her breasts. “Permission to bite them, Sir.”

“Bite away, but Jenn…”

“I know. I can’t come until you say so,” she said, her voice now high and breathy, her tension palpable.

“Do you want us both, Jenn?”

“Don’t ask me. Not for me to decide.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck
,” she chanted, her movements deepening, her body floating forward and back, then circling again. “Sir…don’t know if I’ll last a second!”

“You will.” He reached behind him for another condom and the lube he’d placed there. After rolling on the condom, he uncapped the lube and squeezed gel into his palm. He coated his cock, stroking the erection that had steadily built as she’d jerked and plunged in front of him.

Then he placed a hand in the center of her back and pushed her forward, effectively stopping her movements as she lay against Craig’s chest.

Her back and shoulders shook with her labored breaths.

Craig cupped her head and kissed her.

“Remove her blindfold.”

Jenn sighed as Craig pushed it off her head.

Aiden put the tip of the tube just above her anus and let a stream of gel fall into her crack. He tossed away the tube and used his fingers to smooth it over her small, puckered hole, then into it, rubbing gently around the rim.

Jenn broke the kiss and rose up on her arms. She twisted to glance back at him, holding her messy hair to the side.

He gave her a crooked smile and plunged his thumb inside her, watching her lips purse as she drew in a quick whoosh of air. Holding her gaze, he resettled his knees, leaned over her to brace on one hand while he held the tip of his dick against her opening.