“Here.” She pulled at the open sides of his pants, working them down his hips. She was hungry to see him naked. To run her hands over his flesh.
Aithan came up behind him and worked the buttons of his shirt undone by reaching around him. Rhys blew out his breath. “This is…very intense.”
“This is just the beginning,” Aithan warned him. He stripped the shirt off as Cora got rid of the remaining garments.
Rhys was tall and lean, with the sort of rangy muscles that a physically active man acquired through his occupation. The muscles were well defined. Best of all, the ridge of pelvic muscle that arrowed down to his crotch was deep and sexy.
His cock was already rampantly erect, red and throbbing. Cora reached out to stroke it.
“Not yet.” Aithan’s voice was soft, but it halted her hand. “Let’s see how far we can push him before he begs us to touch him.”
Cora couldn’t help smiling. “That’s wicked.”
“I’m a wicked man.”
“You’re both going to drive me out of my skull.” Rhys’ voice was tight with tension.
“Good,” Cora said.
Aithan circled him. “Why don’t you rub yourself against him, while I tease below?” His gaze was on Rhys’ cock, which twitched as he looked.
“I’d rather watch,” Cora said.
Rhys gave a small groan.
Aithan just grinned and lowered himself to his knees in front of Rhys. He looked up at him. “You can stop this whenever you want.”
Rhys swallowed and his jaw rippled. “If you don’t start, I’m going to get my gun out again.”
Aithan laughed. He bent and forced Rhys to spread his feet, then slowly ran his hands up the inside of his legs, taking his time, his fingers stroking right up to the soft flesh next to his balls. Rhys endured the torture by fisting his hands at his thighs. His eyelids lowered over the blue, not quite closing.
Cora’s heart was rampaging, banging in her chest. Her clit was throbbing in time and she shifted on her feet, wanting to touch, to play, to fill the aching emptiness inside her. At the same time, she wanted to watch and not miss a moment of what Aithan was doing or a single quiver of reaction from Rhys. She’d never realized how powerfully arousing it was to watch two men together.
As Aithan teased, stroking Rhys’ thighs and hips and the fine flesh just above his cock, he took care not to let his hands brush the quivering shaft. But Rhys still hissed and his hip jerked in response.
“This is almost too easy,” Aithan murmured.
“I’m holding myself back from grabbing your head and ramming myself into you,” Rhys warned, his voice low. “There’s a tiny part of my mind that is staggering around in total amazement that I’m putting up with this, but mostly, all I can feel is overwhelming…the closest I can come to it is lust, but that doesn’t do it justice. I’ve never felt this way before.”
“It’s the bonding,” Cora said.
“Or are you just letting yourself feel true feelings for the first time ever?” Aithan asked, stilling the movement of his fingers.
“Does it matter?” Rhys said.
“Not to me,” Aithan whispered. He gripped Rhys’ cock in one hand and Rhys threw his head back and groaned again. His knuckles whitened.
Aithan slid his mouth over the tip of Rhys’ cock, his lips travelling along the shaft. Then back again. Cora watched, her heart and her breath stilled with excitement, as Aithan swirled his tongue over the tip of Rhys’ cock.
Rhys was breathing heavily. A heavy pulse beat at the base of his neck. He was starting to tremble. As Aithan settled into the rhythm of stroking the length of his cock with his lips and tongue, Rhys lifted his hand. It hovered over the top of Aithan’s head. Rhys was trying to hold back, to control himself.
Aithan cupped the swollen sacs beneath his cock and squeezed.
Rhys thrust his hand into Aithan’s hair and gripped his head. His hips thrust and his breath grew ragged. The tendons on his neck stood out as his excitement grew.
At the very last moment, Aithan stopped.
“God, no!” Rhys cried as Aithan stood up with a smile on his face.
Cora turned to Aithan. “You’re the only one still dressed. That’s hardly fair.” He had removed his leather jacket, but still wore jeans and a long sleeved tee shirt that pulled tight over his biceps and the rounded muscles on his chest.
“You are not naked yet,” he pointed out.
“Technicality.”
She undressed him, while Rhys watched avidly. She took her time with it, sliding her fingers over Aithan’s flesh as it was revealed. “You’re warm to my touch,” she said. “Human warm.”
Aithan’s breathing was already uneven. He shook his head, a small movement. “You’re imagining it. Or it’s heat transfer from you. You’ve let your heart run free. You’re as hot as Rhys now.”
She stepped behind him, letting her hand slide around his naked hip and felt the twitch of muscles in response. She stood behind him and pulled his jeans off, then stripped him of everything from the waist to the floor. She pressed her breasts against his back through the tee shirt and he gave a soft sound in reaction.
Standing behind him, she did what he had done to her. She spread her fingers across his pelvis, carefully avoiding his cock. She teased the flesh there. Rhys stood in front of him and watched the movement of her fingers with tense concentration.
Cora moved back around to face Aithan. His eyes were narrowed, almost sleepy with arousal.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered.
She stripped the tee shirt from him, as he raised his arms to cooperate, then tossed it onto the table beside them. Then she stopped to look at him, her pulse thready.
Aithan was a prime male, with lots of muscle. There were tattoos curling over his biceps and one on his thigh, depicting dragons and a fiery sunbird. His cock was jutting from the junction of his muscled thighs, almost purple at the tip and red everywhere else. Veins extended the length of the shaft, throbbing.
“Someone is enjoying himself,” Rhys remarked.
Cora wrapped her hand around Aithan’s cock, feeling the undeniable heat of it. She stroked, a barely there slip of her fingers over the head and he growled in the back of his throat and his hips jerked.
Cora stepped away, with a small smile. “That’s enough for now,” she declared and turned to Rhys.
Aithan grabbed her and spun her up against him, his fingers digging into her upper arms. Her nipples scraped against his chest as he held her there. The sensation sent a shiver through her. “If you want me to bend you over that table and drive myself into you, keep teasing as you are.”
Her pussy throbbed at the thought. “Is that a request?”
Aithan’s low growl was warning enough.
Cora deliberately turned her back on him and picked up Rhys’ hand. “Come with me.”
“With pleasure.” He went with her to the stairs and they started to climb. Aithan followed, as she had known he would, but he brushed past Rhys, picked her up and pushed her up against the wall.
“You asked for it,” he breathed. As Rhys settled a few steps lower, Aithan snatched her panties away, the lace tearing with a soft sound. He spread her thighs roughly apart and slid his hand through her cleft from anus to clit. She could feel and hear the moisture he slicked through. She was desperately wet and in need.
The brush of his fingers against her clit made her hips push forward. She gasped.
Aithan was watching her reactions, gauging her response. But that seemed to be the limit of his control. He grabbed her hips and pressed himself against her. His cock pushed inside, spearing her and spreading her open in a way that made her head roll back and a moan emerge.
He began to thrust in hard strokes. There was a pucker between his brows as he took her, harder and harder.
Cora clung to him. She didn’t want it to stop.
But Rhys climbed the stairs and tugged on Aithan’s arm. “Bring her up here, so we can both play.�
� Then he shook. “Aithan.”
Aithan withdrew and let her go. He pressed his hand against the wall by her head. It was trembling. “I didn’t want to stop,” he said, his voice hoarse.
Cora picked up his other hand. “I should hope not.”
“No, you don’t understand. I don’t lose control. Ever.” His eyes in the dim stairway were dark orbs. He glanced at Rhys. “I don’t take pleasure. That’s not my role.”
“You can’t climax at all?” Rhys breathed.
“Yes, but the only way I…” He sucked in a breath, calming himself. “It is the other person’s pleasure that feeds me.”
“Does it matter?” Cora asked. She was puzzled.
He touched her cheek with his fingertips. “I wanted to come inside you. It was overwhelming.”
Cora squeezed his hand. “Let’s go upstairs. I think you need to be overwhelmed. More than once.”
He let her lead him up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, Rhys took her other hand and pulled them both into her bedroom.
The bed was made, the cushions and throw pillows arranged artfully, the dull satin cover gleaming and pristine. “Well, finally, I get to use the bed.”
Rhys picked her up and put her on it. “I can’t think of a better use for one.”
Aithan caught at his arm as he started to kneel on the bed himself. “Wait.” His voice was low.
Rhys looked at him over his shoulder.
“There’s something I want to do…if you’ll let me.”
“What?”
Cora couldn’t see what Aithan did, but Rhys sucked in his breath and his eyes drifted shut. “What makes you think I would say no?” he breathed, opening them just enough to look at him.
Aithan’s expression slipped and for a moment, Cora saw an age-old weariness in his eyes. “I’ve spent what life I remember asking questions like I just asked you.”
Cora pressed her lips together, as Rhys stared at him. Then Rhys turned and kissed him. Brief and hard. “Don’t ask anymore.”
Aithan’s face worked. Then it cleared and he gave a small smile. “I’ll be right back.” He hurried out of the room and Cora watched his hard ass and thick thighs with renewed appreciation.
Rhys was watching her. “You like it, don’t you?”
“Watching you two play? I sure do.” She squeezed her thighs together. “Do you?”
Rhys sighed. “You have no idea how much.” He gave a short laugh. “Hell, I didn’t know how much until now. I always thought I was a pretty square guy.”
“And I was a southern belle and butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth.” She gave him a small smile of her own. “I’d rather be here.”
“The apocalypse wouldn’t move me from this spot.”
Chapter Nine
Aithan came in, carrying something in his hand. He held his hand out so they could see it. It was a tube of lubricant. “I guessed neither of you would have some to hand.”
Rhys stared at it. “I think I just got another look at what life is like for you. You carry that around in your pocket, don’t you?”
Aithan grimaced. “Most people who use it keep it in their nightstands.”
“But you don’t have one,” Cora finished.
He shook his head.
Rhys straightened up like he’d been goosed. “Wait…you don’t have a bed? A house? You’re telling me you’re homeless?”
Aithan looked awkward. “It’s not really homelessness if you’re using a different bed each night.” He glanced at her. “Don’t look like that. It is what it is.”
“But it’s horrible,” Cora said. “I had no idea what your life was like.”
“No one does,” Aithan said flatly. “I don’t get to know anyone well enough to be able to tell them. That’s the whole point.”
“Well, now we know,” Rhys said and took the lubricant out of his hand. “So the cycle stops here, doesn’t it?”
Aithan consider him for a moment. “I suppose, yes.” He took the tube back. “I’ll need that, thank you.”
Rhys raised a brow. “Bring it on.”
Aithan smiled as he pushed on Rhys’ shoulder, bending him over, until Rhys reached out to prop himself up on the bed, his arms spread. Aithan looked at Cora and made a ‘come here’ gesture with his finger. “I’ll need your help.”
She slithered over the cover to the end of the bed and stood. Now she could see the curve of Rhys’ ass cheeks and the long muscles down the back of his legs. She moved another few inches around. Between his thighs she could see the heavy flesh of his testicles.
Aithan slid his hand over one cheek and pressed his finger between them.
Rhys gasped.
Cora licked her lips as Aithan uncapped the lubricant. Her excitement, which had subsided just a little, flared back into hot, throbbing life. “I can’t stand this,” she said. “I need to move.”
“Stroke him,” Aithan told her and squeezed some of the lubricant onto her hand. “This will make it last longer.”
“That sounds good.”
Rhys groaned.
Cora didn’t give him time to brace himself. She reached under his belly and wound her fingers around his cock and slid her palm along its length, spreading the lubricant. Rhys lowered his head as she worked, his breath speeding up.
But then her breath halted as she looked over at Aithan, for he was stroking his own cock, spreading the gel. The sight of his fist around his thick shaft was electrifying. She drew in a ragged breath.
Aithan ran his hand between Rhys’ cheeks, separating them and Rhys closed his eyes. He pressed his fingers against the aperture, distributing the lubricant and stroking with his tips. Then he pushed one inside.
Rhys jerked and groaned.
Aithan slid another finger inside, spreading him.
Cora could barely remember to keep stroking Rhys’ cock. The hot, hard anticipatory rush of arousal was stealing her concentration. She couldn’t breathe even though her body was demanding air. Her heart and lungs were working harder than they had for years as she watched Aithan spend long minutes sliding his fingers into him as Rhys groaned and his hips twitched. It was heady. Intoxicating.
Aithan pressed the tip of his cock against Rhys and gripped his hips. Then he pushed inside.
Rhys made a choking sound. “Dear god,” he breathed, one hand closing into a tight fist.
Cora watched as Aithan pushed himself inside one small fraction of an inch at a time, until he was completely enclosed. Then she let out a shuddering breath. “I might come just from watching you….”
“Not yet, you can’t,” Rhys’ voice was strained, thick with pleasure. “Not until one of us makes you.”
She picked up the rhythm of her hand along his cock, enjoying the heat, the throbbing and the way his hips twitched and his breath shook. As she stroked, Aithan pulled out of Rhys until he was nearly completely withdrawn, then slid back into him smoothly.
Rhys threw his head back. “I can’t stand it…” He was shaking.
“You’re not supposed to.” Aithan’s breath was rough, too. He pushed back into him.
Rhys groaned, shuddering. Cora felt his cock pulse heavily in her hand. He came hard, his hips thrusting, which made Aithan pull in a sharp breath.
Cora thought she might melt. Her body was white hot, her heart a runaway mess. As Rhys strained and gasped his way through his climax, Aithan gave a soft exclamation, his hips working hard as he came, too.
Cora slid back onto the bed, trying to calm her heart and still her frenetic pulse. But as Aithan slipped into the bathroom, Rhys followed her onto the bed and kissed her, pulling her into his arms. He was shaking, but his hands ran over her body. It felt like they were everywhere at once.
Cora gave up trying to bring her heart back under control and instead let herself enjoy Rhys’ kisses. His lips moved down her throat to her breast and he nipped at the tip, drawing it up with his teeth, while his hand stroked the other and tugged the nipple between his fingers.
; She realized she was squirming helplessly on the bed when Aithan anchored her hips, holding her still. Then he parted her thighs. She couldn’t see what he intended for Rhys’ head was in the way. She could only see Aithan looking down at her with a mischievous smile.
Fingers stroked her inner thighs, close enough to her pussy that she could feel the heat of them against her flesh. Then along the soft flesh on either side and up to her clit, which gave out a hard throb. As Rhys’ mouth and hand on her breasts felt as though there was a direct connection to her clit, Aithan’s touch made her cry out. Her climax gathered, growing.
Aithan pushed his fingers inside her, the knuckles and tips sliding along the walls of her pussy, making them ripple and squeeze. Her hips lifted in response and it seemed to be the reaction he was waiting for. He bent his head and his mouth clamped over her clit. His tongue drove against the heated bud, stroking firmly. His fingers thrust in and out.
Cora dug her fingers into the satin cover, her eyes closing all on their own. Pleasure leapt, tightening her tendons, making her arch. It came in waves, building and building.
When she came, she screamed, her body straining as the climax gripped and shook her. She shuddered with the power of it and for a moment conscious thought grayed out.
Rhys kissed her and gathered her in his arms, then rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. She rested on him, looking into his blue eyes.
“Hi,” he said, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
“Hi.”
Hot lips pressed against her shoulder and she looked at Aithan as his hand slid down her flank, to settle on her hip. His dark eyes were warm. Almost…happy.
“Lift up,” he told her, trying to raise her hip.
She pushed her knees under her and lifted.
Rhys’ cock pushed against her very moist pussy and Aithan lowered her down onto him. She caught her breath as Rhys slid inside. He was hard and heated against her. Her clit stirred and her pussy seemed to ripple around him, squeezing.
Rhys let out a heavy breath.
Aithan stroked her nether cheeks, then slid his hand between them. She felt the slickness of lubricant, then forgot about that as his finger pressed against her ass. The sensation was odd…but very nice. Especially the way Aithan was doing it, circling around, stroking in gradually firmer strokes. Then he pushed inside her and she caught her breath. “More,” she choked out. Her body was tingling, reacting.
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