“I want you to make love to me, A.J.,” she told him, meaning every word. “I want you to say with your body what you couldn’t say with words.”
He moaned, gathering her in his arms and pushing her down onto the bed. His weight on top of her was exhilarating, creating hot spirals of lust all through her lower body. She wrapped her legs around his hips, rubbing her clit against his package through the fabric of his shorts, loving the little grunts she pulled from him. Reaching down, she tugged his shorts down enough for his cock to pop free and wrapped him up in a tight fist.
A.J. shuddered, giving her a hard kiss before moving down to suckle her throat. She lifted her chin to give him access, stroking his cock while rubbing herself against the underside of it. He was painfully aroused, dripping pre-cum everywhere, providing more than enough lubrication for her impromptu hand-job. Impatient now, she notched the head of his cock at her entrance and dug her heels into his buttocks.
“Oh, fuck,” A.J. panted against her neck.
Lyss smiled, keeping her fist wrapped around the base of his shaft, only allowing the top two inches to enter her pussy. She pushed him back, then pulled forward, transferring her juices to his length and using her own arousal to speed her hand-job. A.J. quivered all over, his thighs shaking. “Fuck…please, Lady…Please, let me fuck you…”
“You may,” Lyss whispered. She let go of his shaft, giving him free range of movement, and transferred her grip to his waist. “Fuck me, A.J. Show me how much you want to belong to me.”
He slammed into her, making her gasp as the head of his cock met her cervix. Fuck, he was big. Long and thick and so fucking hot inside her. She angled her hips, clenching her thighs against his sides as she slid her hands down to grip his ass. “Fuck me,” she whispered, looking up into his eyes, eyes that were wild with appreciative lust. “Fuck me hard, A.J.”
He stared at her for all of a heartbeat. Then he started powering into her, fucking her so hard the mattress acted as a springboard, forcing her to take him deep every single time. Lyss gritted her teeth, closing her eyes as pleasure rocketed through her system. His cock was like a matchstick, stoking the flames of her impending orgasm, driving her closer and closer to ignition. Oh, God, she loved being fucked like this, seeing the manic desperation in her lover’s eyes as he fought to maintain control of himself.
But she didn’t want him to have control. She wanted him to give it to her.
“Fuck me,” she ordered again, squeezing his ass cheeks hard enough to leave bruises. He shuddered, hips working overtime in response to her command. It was obvious, more than obvious, that he needed her to be the aggressor. He needed her commands, needed her control in order to perform. For A.J., his own pleasure was secondary—hers came first, or his didn’t come at all. He was a true sexual submissive, meaning his ability to come literally hinged on whether or not his partner took control.
Fortunately for both of them, she knew exactly how to take that control—and use it for both of them.
Lyss kept her own hips pumping in time with A.J.’s even as she used her grip on his ass to help drive him downward. He was panting now, his eyes glazed with passion, staring into her face as if he couldn’t get enough of looking at her. She rewarded him for his attentiveness, letting him know just how pleased she was with his performance. Moan after moan poured from her lips, liberally mixed with endless praise. She urged him on, physically and verbally, inciting him to fuck her harder, faster, deeper, until he was going at her so hard, the entire bed shook with the force of it.
Finally, the pinch that presaged her orgasm started deep in her core. Lyss wrapped her legs around A.J.’s waist and let go of his ass, moving her arms up to circle his chest. She buried her face in the curve of his neck, mewling as the pleasure heightened, coiling tighter, and tighter, and tighter…
And then, in the split-second before her orgasm detonated, Lyss whispered, “Come for me.” Then she clamped her teeth into his shoulder.
And the bomb went off.
The most exquisite, mind-numbing pleasure imaginable inundated her entire body at the same time she felt A.J.’s cock swell inside her. The knowledge that he was getting off at the exact same time sent her orgasm soaring to new heights, making her shudder while her inner muscles contracted around him. A.J.’s guttural moan was pure music to her ears, making her wish she could do it to him all over again.
Well, maybe I will, she thought as the wave finally started passing. The thought made her grin against A.J.’s neck. He recovers very quickly, after all. We won’t have to wait too long to make good use of that cock again. And besides, as with all other good things in life, it’s hard to settle for just one.
She was floating in a soft, satisfied haze when A.J. suddenly stiffened on top of her. He drew back, looking down at her with something akin to pure horror in his eyes.
“What is it?” she asked, unreasoning fear making her voice weak. “What’s wrong?” Did he regret being with her already? Did he suddenly hate the thought of being alone with her?
A.J. swallowed hard. “Lady…we forgot…the condom. I’m so sorry. God, I’m so sorry. I was so stupid. I should have thought of that. Should have taken care of you. Oh God, Lady, I’m so sorry…”
Lyss pressed a finger to his lips. “It’s okay,” she assured him, almost giddy with relief. “I’m on the pill. Okay? I’m on the pill, A.J.”
He looked a little less terrified, but there was still fear in his eyes. “But…Ryder…I had no right to be with you like that…Without protecting you…”
“Hush. Why would Ryder be upset about that? You belong to us, A.J. Both of us. Please, stop worrying about the condom. Yes, we should have thought about it. But there’s no danger, and there’s no reason for you to be upset right now. Okay? Please?” Don’t ruin this for me.
A.J.’s eyes immediately softened. He brushed her bangs from her eyes and kissed her gently, sweetly. “I’m sorry I didn’t take care of you better,” he whispered against her lips. “But I don’t regret a moment of what just happened, Lady. I meant what I said. I fell in love with you the moment I met you. Nothing in my life has meant more than my time with you and Ryder. Tonight was…”
He kissed her again, then turned them both so he was lying on his back, with her sprawled across his chest. Cupping her face, he looked up into her eyes with an honest, earnest expression. “Tonight was magic,” he whispered. “Thank you, Lady. For claiming me. For loving me. And for allowing me to love you in return. You and Ryder are the best things that have ever happened to me. Ever. Thank you for trusting me with your heart. I promise I will do everything in my power not to break it.”
Tears dripped from the corners of Lyss’s eyes despite her efforts to stop them. A.J. wiped them away with his thumbs, kissing her again before laying back with a soft, sweet smile. Lyss stole another kiss, then moved down so she could lay on his chest, with her cheek pressed against his heart.
He was hers. Finally, he was hers as well as Ryder’s. They were a true triad.
See, God? I told you this was meant to be.
With that happy thought, Lyss slept.
Chapter 20
In the six weeks since A.J. had been reunited with Ryder—and met Lyss—he’d come so many times, it was a wonder he could still get an erection, much less do anything more interesting with it.
And yet here I am, getting ready to move in with the people who are trying to fuck me to death. But, I guess if it had to happen, I found a great way to go.
A.J. grinned at himself, topping off his coffee cup before heading for his office. The last few weeks had been absolutely fantastic, inside and outside the bedroom. After the night where he confessed his love for Lyss, their relationship had grown at an astonishing rate. Just as Lyss had predicted, Ryder was over the moon that they’d finally admitted their feelings for one another. That very night, he’d come home to find them spooned together, and woke them both for an epic fuck-fest that lasted well into the morning hours. Even more than
their night at the club, that event signified a major turning point, and A.J. could honestly say he’d never been happier.
And now he was moving in with them. The thought still made his head spin. Last week, the two of them sat him down and begged him to live with them. He agreed immediately—how could he not?—and preparations were made at lightning-fast speeds. As of this moment, most of his stuff was already packed into boxes. Everything but his bedroom and his office was ready to go. It was a huge step, but one he gladly wanted to take.
He loved them. Both of them. And they loved him. The knowledge still made him giddy.
Humming softly, A.J. wandered through his living room, passing through several towers of boxes on his way to his office. He had a big teleconference to get ready for, and he needed to get his notes in order. Ever since he finished the job for Street Smartz, clients just kept rolling in. His business was really starting to take off, a fact that thrilled and terrified him by turns. He was going to have to hire an assistant soon. Probably some IT specialists, as well. He’d gotten a call from HPD a few days ago, asking if he offered on-site contractors, and another from the mayor’s office, asking if he offered training services. If he kept growing at this rate, he’d quickly overcome his own resources.
Dream come true. Everything that happened to him in the last few weeks was a dream come true. Now, he just needed to work his tail off to make sure the dream didn’t end.
A.J. heaved a sigh as he set his coffee cup on his desk and powered up his monitors. Today’s conference call was with a potential new client, a sister company of one of his corporate contracts. They wanted a customized workflow program created specifically for their employees, and they’d come to A.J. because he’d gotten such high praise from his other clients. If all went well today, he’d end up doubling his current income. And best of all, he could outsource the entire project, meaning he would rake in the profits without having to lift a finger himself.
Best kind of client possible.
A.J. donned his headset and opened his file of notes. He had his speech memorized, but still wanted to go over it one last time. He was rereading his bulleted list for the fourth time when Ryder sauntered in.
Ryder and Lyss had both stayed the night last night. They’d all been up late, packing boxes. Lyss had left at four in the morning—a godforsaken hour no one should ever have to endure—to start her shift at SLMC. She’d taken the job at A.J. and Ryder’s insistence, and she’d been happier these past few weeks than A.J. had ever seen her. Today was her first official day on the ER floor, without a trainer supervising her. Ryder had slept through her leaving this morning, but A.J. had made sure he was up, with fresh coffee brewed and her favorite kind of bagel toasted and buttered. Her smile when she saw it, the grateful look in her eyes, made getting up at the devil’s hour more than worth it as far as A.J. was concerned.
“Good morning,” A.J. said, giving Ryder a grin. “I didn’t know you were up. Did you find the Danish I got for you? There’s hazelnut creamer in the fridge, too.”
“I found it,” Ryder said, his voice still scratchy from sleep. He was already dressed in his work slacks and button-up shirt, looking too damn sexy for A.J.’s comfort. “Thanks, by the way. For seeing Lyss off this morning. I would say you could have woken me, but then you’ll just say I needed my sleep, so I’ll just say thanks for taking care of her and leave it at that.”
A.J. turned away, hoping Ryder didn’t see his blush. He cleared his throat. “What time do you have to go on shift today?” he asked.
“Gotta leave in an hour or so. Meeting downtown, then back to the precinct.”
A.J. nodded, clicking through a series of PowerPoint slides he intended to show the new client, once they set up the meeting platform. Isn’t technology wonderful? I can have an important meeting with clients who want to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars, and I can do it while shirtless and wearing my collar. They get to look at slides on my computer without my computer—or me—having to be in the room with them.
“What do you have going on after your meeting?” Ryder asked, coming to stand beside A.J.’s chair. He rested one big, hot hand on A.J.’s shoulder, his fingertips brushing the edge of his collar.
He had to clear his throat before speaking. “Just a few emails to answer, then another call with Austin.”
“Oh, that’s right. He asked you about working on his recording system, didn’t he?” Ryder said. “Fuck, I can’t wait for that to get set up.”
Neither could A.J. Austin had asked him to create an internal system that would allow club members to record their scenes, and watch them any time they wanted—but without the possibility of those recordings ever being seen outside the club walls. That was one of the biggest fears for some of the members, that their encounters would be recorded and then leaked to those who might not understand their lifestyle choices. They wanted the ability to record themselves, but feared the backlash if those videos ever got out. Austin had charged him with creating an internal system, one with a built-in firewall that would immediately destroy any recordings that weren’t played on Club S monitors. It was a fascinating project, one that A.J. intended to build himself, and one he hoped could be sold to other BDSM clubs in the future.
Yet another promising project on his plate.
A.J.’s headset beeped, and a recorded voice said in his ear, “The Meeting-to-Meeting conference you ordered will commence in two minutes.”
He turned his head and planted a gentle kiss on Ryder’s knuckles before looking up at his lover with a smile. “My conference is about to start.”
Ryder nodded, but didn’t leave. Those amber eyes were cruising all over A.J.’s bare chest. “You know,” Ryder mused, “I’ve always loved how you look wearing nothing but your collar and a pair of jeans. Damn sexy, A.J. Stand up, so I can get a better look.”
A.J. swallowed, his heart starting to pound. Ryder had that look in his eye, that look that said A.J. was in deep, deep trouble. He rose to his feet, sweat breaking out on his chest for no other reason than Ryder’s scrutiny was hot enough to burn.
“My call is about to begin,” he said again, though this time his voice came out high and tight. Apprehension, anticipation, lust, need…he wasn’t sure which emotion caused it. Maybe all four.
Ryder stepped closer, forcing A.J. to back away from his chair until his ass hit the side of his desk. Ryder seated himself, the leather office chair squeaking a little from his extra weight, and laid his elbows across the armrests. His eyes were now focused on A.J.’s fly.
“Pop the button and lower you zipper,” he commanded, sounding for all the world like was speaking to a server at a restaurant.
A.J. stared at the man, thunderstruck. The little voice in his headset said, “Your Meeting-to-Meeting conference will begin in one minute.”
A.J. shook himself. “Ryder…”
Ryder’s gaze snapped up, his expression suddenly all business. “Sir. And I want to see my property. Now.”
“Yes…Sir.” Breathing hard, A.J. complied, his fingers shaking so hard he almost couldn’t undo the button. When he had the zipper down, he leaned back against the desk, letting his jeans fall open to reveal what he wore underneath—his trademark black boxers.
“S-Sir…” A.J. stuttered.
Ryder ignored him, amber eyes intent on A.J.’s hardening cock, which was starting to tent the black boxers. “That won’t do. Take the jeans and shorts down. To your knees, I think. That will do nicely.”
“Thirty seconds,” said the voice in A.J.’s ear.
Shoulders heaving, A.J. reached down and lowered his jeans, his cock bobbing free to point straight at Ryder. He was getting harder by the second, his body on high alert. Why was Ryder doing this to him? Was he trying to make A.J. fuck up this meeting? And why the hell was A.J. so turned on?
Ryder sat back in A.J.’s office chair, that amber gaze focused on A.J.’s cock. A.J. stood motionless, at a loss for what to do. He was about to say something when
a female voice blasted over his headset.
“Good morning, A.J.!”
A.J. cleared his throat. “Uh, good morning, Janice. I hope you’re doing well today.” Unlike me, since I have a man staring at my cock right now.
“Never better!” Janice said, sounding far too cheerful for so early in the day. “I’ve got Dale and Courtney on the line with us. They’re the leaders of the IT department for Krenaco. Once we told them what a fantastic job you did for our systems here at Clarus, they were more than eager to speak with you.”
“Thank you,” A.J. said, hoping his voice didn’t sound as strained as he felt. Ryder rolled his chair a foot closer, close enough that he could reach out and touch A.J. if he wanted to.
“Glad to talk to you, A.J.,” said an unfamiliar voice, just as Ryder slid his fingertips up the outside of A.J.’s thigh. “I’m Dale Cavanaugh. I’m the team leader over here. Why don’t we start with an overview of what you did for Clarus? Then we can talk about what we’d like you to create for our systems.”
“Sounds great,” A.J. said, closing his eyes and praying like hell he sounded normal, since Ryder was now tracing the outlines of his six-pack, making him want to moan with need. “I’ll just give you the basics, to start. Clarus requested…”
Thank God he had his speech memorized. Thank God he’d read it at least a thousand times before this meeting. Thank God he knew his business inside and out, and could talk about it without really needing to think about it—because the whole time he was giving his introduction, Ryder kept running his hands all over A.J.’s lower body. He traced the edges of A.J.’s ab muscles over and over before moving down to caress the lines of his thighs. Ryder cupped his balls once, making A.J. suck in a breath, but fortunately one of his clients was speaking and the sound was lost in it. A.J. finally had to squeeze his eyes shut, unable to keep watching Ryder touch him.
He was right in the middle of describing one of the more elaborate server integrations that he intended to create when Ryder suddenly sucked A.J.’s whole cock into his mouth.
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