16. Aidan

CHAPTER 16

Aidan

"So all four of us together? Right now? Tonight?" Elise asks. Her eyes are wide and filled with hope and desire as her gaze flicks from Blake to Simon to me.

I look at the other two men but then focus on her as I laugh roughly. "Oh yes, sweetheart. I’m in."

I was content to hang out at the bar and talk for a while, but I’m eager to get her and Simon upstairs and naked. Any doubt I might have had about her wanting Wilder to join us is eradicated by the look on her face.

"I think it’s a brilliant idea, love," Simon tells her.

She meets Blake’s gaze. He gives her a nod. "Fuck, yeah, you know I’m in."

She takes a deep breath, then grins. "Wow. Yes. This is what I want. But I don’t even know what to say or do now."

Blake shoves his chair back to stand, his expression serious. "You just let us take care of you. Let us worship you all night. All you have to do is say yes, no, more, harder. Anything you don’t like, you tell us to stop. Anything you do like, you ask for more." He lifts a hand and runs his thumb over her bottom lip. "Or maybe you can beg for more."

She swallows hard, then nods. "Okay. Where do we start?"

I exchange a look with Simon.

I love that she’s eager for this. This is going to be amazing. It’s obvious that Blake is going to be more dominating than either Simon or me. Which is fine. I don’t need to compete with the goalie. Then again, I think Wilder gets off on a little competition. I can push him when he needs it, too.

“We pay the tab and go upstairs.” I stand up too and offer her my hand, which she accepts.

Simon is on his feet. “The bartender already knows to put the bill on my room. Does anyone need a drink sent upstairs?”

I shake my head no. I want a clear head for this.

Elise smiles at me and squeezes my hand before releasing it when she stands. “No, thanks.”

Blake doesn’t say anything, just strides to the bank of elevators and punches the up button.

The door slides open immediately, and he gestures for us to go in first. Elise brushes past him and he watches her with hungry eyes. It surprises me he’s willing to share her. I have a sneaking suspicion he’s in deeper emotionally than he even realizes.

Simon follows, and he gives her a kiss. Elise reaches out her hand for me. I take it and lean against the elevator wall.

“If this gets stuck, I’ll get us out.”

She laughs softly.

“Hit the PH button for me, Wilder,” Simon says.

Of course his room is the penthouse. I’m a little in awe of Simon’s casual wealth.

Once we’re in the luxurious suite, Elise clears her throat and rips the knit hat off of her head. “Now what?”

"Well, I’m going to pick your sweet ass up and carry you into the bedroom, lay you down, and we’re going to absolutely feast on you," Blake tells her. He bends, clearly intending to literally lift her up.

She laughs and steps back. "Well, that’s not necessary.”

He frowns at her. "It is absolutely necessary."

"You don’t have to pick me up. I’m not even sure you can. No offense. But I can walk in the bedroom myself."

Blake narrows his eyes. "Fucking dare me.”

Her eyes widen. “What?”

“I am going to pick you up. I am going to carry you into the bedroom. And if you say something like that again, I’m gonna put you over my knee and spank your ass."

She stares at him, her mouth open.

He lifts a brow. "I throw big ass fully grown hockey players around. You’re nothing."

She shakes her head. "No. I was thinking about the spanking thing."

I grin. Simon actually gives a little groan.

Blake doesn’t say anything. He simply steps forward, grips her ass, and lifts her up against him.

She wraps her arms and legs around him, laughing. "But if I let you carry me, you’re not going to spank me."

"Who said that?” he asks, giving her ass a little swat. "There’s lots of reasons to spank you. One of them can be just that you want it." He starts down the hall. "You’re going to quickly catch on that you can have whatever you want from us.”

I shake my head and look at Simon. "This is going to be a lot of fun."

Simon is watching them go. "Yes. Yes, it is.”

Then he turns and kisses me so briefly it makes me moan.

We start after them. Blake already has Elise on the bed. He’s stripping. He pulls his shirt over his head and Elise is watching, fascinated. I can see why. The guy is ripped. Of course he is. He’s a hockey goalie. But he’s huge. Bigger than I imagined. And I am not embarrassed to admit that I definitely imagined it.

After seeing how hot they were together in the elevator, it was very difficult not to imagine it.

I watch Elise taking in every detail of his cut chest and abs, the ink on his shoulders and arms, and the way he lifts his hands to his hair, gathering it back into a low ponytail. Clearly, he’s going to be busy doing things that he needs his hair out of the way for.

I think I could just watch these two together for the next few hours and be very happy. My own personal, live action porn.

“It occurs to me that you haven’t even kissed her yet," Simon says, looking at me.

I look at Elise. She licks her lips. "That’s true."

Blake looks over. "So?"

"Good point, Simon. I’m thinking maybe I should go first," I say, poking the bear just the right amount.

Elise deserves to have him growly and jealous over her. It’s great that he’s so open to sharing her, and we are going to make sure this is the best night of her life, and hopefully there will be other nights, but Elise needs to know that Blake really wants her. Hell, I want to be sure Blake realizes that.

"You not kissing her seems like bad judgment on your part," Wilder tells me, kneeling on the bed and bracing himself over Elise. He lowers his head and gives her a long, deep kiss.

"Why do you get to go first?" I ask, taking my time to strip my shirt off as well. "I mean, she’s kissed both you and Simon. It’s kind of my turn."

Blake doesn’t move from where he’s braced over Elise, except to turn his head to look at me. "Yeah, but there’s only one person in this room for me to kiss. You’ve got another option. Why don’t you kiss him if you’re needing a kiss so bad?"

Elise peeks around his shoulder to look at Simon. I grin at Simon, too. "Well, it’s not a bad point."

"In fact, it's a very good point,” Simon agrees. He reaches out, cups me by the back of the neck and hauls me in, crushing his lips to mine.

I kissed him first on the sidewalk, but he definitely takes control this time. His mouth moves over mine possessively, hotly. I’m hard and I grip his shirt, keeping his body against mine.

I hear rustling, but I don’t know who is taking whose clothes off. And it doesn’t really matter right now. I am very happy as Simon’s hands travel from my waist up my ribs and back down as our tongues stroke and thrust.

"Jesus, you’re gorgeous," I hear Blake mutter.

Now I have to pull back to look at Elise. From what I understand, this is Blake‘s first time seeing her naked, but it’s also mine, and I don’t want to miss a thing.

He’s gotten her out of her dress and she’s lying on the sheets in only a black satin bra. No panties.

“Oh, you beautiful, naughty thing,” Simon says.

“It’s Blake’s fault,” she says, blushing. “He took them at the restaurant.”

“Well done,” Simon tells Blake.

I agree, but I can’t look away from Elise. Or form words.

She looks like a fantasy come to life with all that creamy skin, those soft, gorgeous curves, pink lips, dark hair against the white sheets.

"Go on," Simon says softly, nudging me toward the bed. "Trust me, you want to get in there."

I glance from Elise back to him. I’ve had great, even adventurous sex before, but I’m not sure I’ve ever had a situation as open as this. Simon clearly wants Elise, but he definitely wants me as well. And he wants me and Elise together. This feels very unique, and I’m going to relish every second.

I move toward the bed. Elise’s smile is sweet, sexy, and welcoming. She stretches out a hand toward me. "I am definitely ready for my first kiss from you," she tells me.

"Is your fiancée okay with that?" I give Blake a smirk.

"Depends where you want to kiss her," he tells me.

He leans in, scooping under Elise’s ass and pulling her to the end of the bed where he kneels, spreads her thighs, and gives her pussy a low, slow lick.

Elise moans. “Oh god .”

Blake lifts his head to say, “This is mine right now. I’m not moving until she’s crying out my name.”

Jesus. That is so fucking hot.

"You can kiss her anywhere else though," he tells me.

He doesn’t look at me. Or Simon. His eyes don’t leave Elise, his gaze hot and possessive.

Damn, this guy already has it bad. I wonder if he realizes it.

“Well, that leaves me lots of delicious choices,” I say, moving in closer to the bed.

But Elise can’t make any requests, because she’s busy gasping and crying out as Blake eats her. There are lots of, "oh my God" and "Blake!" coming from her gorgeous mouth.

I feel a slight jab of jealousy, simply because this man is clearly making her feel so good. But I was right. I could just watch these two together and be perfectly happy. And very horny.

Simon seems to sense how much I’m enjoying myself, because he moves around the bed and reaches underneath her to unhook her bra.

"You gorgeous thing," he murmurs as he peels her bra from her body, revealing the most gorgeous breasts I have ever seen.

He cups them, then rolls the dark pink nipples between his thumb and first finger as he bends and presses a kiss to her mouth, swallowing down the cries telling Blake she’s getting close.

Blake shifts and slides two thick fingers into her pussy and I have to reach down and adjust my cock.

I knew this would be hot. I’m with three people who are clearly open and comfortable about sex and what they like and need. But how quickly we went from zero to sixty is amazing.

As Elise wrenches her mouth away from Simon to cry out as she comes apart around Blake‘s fingers, lust hits me hard and hot. I’m not sure I have ever been this turned on. She’s amazing. Her body is soft and curvy and an entire buffet of delights, and the fact that there are three men here with her, determined to enjoy her all night, make her come over and over again, seems completely right.

She deserves this kind of sex, this kind of appreciation and pleasure.

She was made for it.

She’s taking deep shuddering breaths as Blake rises up between her legs, licking his fingers, his eyes glued on her. Simon strokes her hair back, away from her face.

"You’re so fucking perfect, love,” he praises.

"That’s only the warm-up. Now she’s ready to go," Blake says.

I finally move. I kneel on the bed beside her, opposite Simon, and lean across, sinking my fingers into Simon’s hair and pulling him in for a kiss. He comes willingly. We kiss deeply, and I know that he is still playing with one of her breasts. My other hand strokes through her hair, the silky strands sliding between my fingers and over my palm. I feel another surge of lust. I want to wrap her hair around my hand to hold her head as I fuck her mouth. She’ll take it. She’ll love it. This is going to be the best night.

I pull back from Simon and look down at her. She’s watching us, breathing hard. Blake is still standing between her legs, letting her drift back down to earth, letting Simon and I figure out what’s next.

"Kiss me, Aidan," Elise says finally, her voice soft, the pleading grabbing me by the balls.

I growl and lean over, tugging on her hair just slightly, sealing my mouth over hers. It’s our first kiss, but I don’t ease in. I take her mouth hungrily, my tongue stroking along hers firmly.

I feel Simon’s hand running along my shoulder and upper back. The mattress dips and I hear Simon say, "Seriously, Wilder?"

Blake gives a chuckle. "Feel free to shove me out of the way and take my place. But this girl needs to be filled up.”

She whimpers into my mouth.

I don’t stop kissing her to look, but I assume Blake is getting ready to fuck her if no one else is.

I move my hand down her body, over her breast to her belly and down between her legs. She arches up into my touch.

It’s the first time I’m kissing her, and she’s completely naked, spread out on the bed, having come on another man’s tongue, and I’m stroking over her clit, then sliding my fingers into her hot, wet pussy, and it feels completely natural.

I lift my head and stare down at her. "What do you need?"

Her head rolls back-and-forth on the sheets. "I don’t know. Everything. All of you."

"Have you ever taken two cocks at once?" Simon asks, his hand stroking back and forth over her stomach.

Something about the way he asks the very dirty question with his accent makes me chuckle.

He quirks an eyebrow at me, but we are both pulled back to Elise when she says, "No. But I want to. So much."

Again three masculine groans fill the room.

"You’re a fucking dream, aren’t you?" I ask, pressing another kiss to her lips before I straighten.

"How about a cock and some fingers tonight?" Simon asks, his hand stroking down now over her inner thigh.

She’s breathing fast but nods. "God, yes. I want all of you to do the dirtiest things you can think of to me."

I suck in a quick breath, but the three of us look at each other.

Elise is a firecracker, but the look we exchange says that we all agree she’s probably not quite ready for that .

Between the three of us, I’m thinking I might be the most innocent. I am also looking forward to the things these men might want to get up to.

“Good thing we have ninety days," Blake says. "This is definitely not a one night list."

Simon nods his agreement.

Elise giggles and we all focus on her again. We’re all smiling as she looks from Simon to Blake, then to me. "I realize that you’re all more experienced at this group thing, but I’m pretty sure whatever we’re going to do requires you to all get rid of your pants."

We laugh and get off the bed to start working on our buttons and flies.

I’m already certain I’ve never had this much fun during sex.

I’ve definitely liked the people I fucked. I’ve had some good relationships. But, strange as it seems this early in, and particularly in this exact situation, I feel a sort of camaraderie here that’s never been present before. Maybe I’ve been missing out not having two other guys and a girl all at once.

But the next moment, I realize it’s not the number or the gender of the people I’m with—it’s these people. There’s a chemistry here, a mix of personalities, a connection, that will be impossible to replicate.

I look at the woman on the bed as I strip out of my clothes. It’s clear Elise isn’t sure where to look first. She has three men that she’s attracted to and planning to sleep with all undressing at once.

I grin. Poor thing. What a terrible problem to have.

She sees my grin and matches it. Yeah, she knows just how fucking lucky she is right now.

I climb back on the bed, naked, and start kissing her again.

Damn, I like her.

And that's a very good thing. Because she and I are going to be the ones left behind when Blake and Simon no longer need our hot little arrangement.

At least there’s one of them I won’t have to say goodbye to.