Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

Emilia

A s Emilia's head spun from Aiden's request, she heard Wren's breath catch at her back. He let out a garbled moan deep from his chest. "Do you want that, Emilia?"

She blinked at the question. To be watched by Aiden, to be taken by Wren? The possibility swept her off her feet, crashed dreams into reality, and all she could manage was a jerky nod of consent. Aiden kissed her again and then turned her to Wren. She looked over her shoulder at him as he backed toward the door to the bedchamber. He closed it and leaned back against it, rubbing the hard cock that flared his trousers slightly.

Wren touched her chin and brought her attention back to him. "I want to make you come, Emilia," he whispered. "I want to feel you come around my cock until you're weak."

"Please," she whimpered. "But I want to see you, Wren. I need to see you."

He nodded and stepped back, shoving out of his jacket and tossing it on the floor where her dress had been kicked. She watched him, licking her lips as he slowly untied his cravat, unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it over his head. She heard Aiden make a sound from the door and glanced back to find he had unbuttoned the fall front of his trousers and was now stoking his rigid, naked cock. She wished she could see him better, but the thought that he was doing it made her wild with excitement.

She forced her attention back to Wren. He was gorgeous. There was no other word for the body presented to her. Muscular, but still lean. His broad shoulders tapered down to narrow hips and in between was a length of hard muscle lightly peppered with dark chest hair.

Emilia couldn't help herself. She staggered a step forward and placed a trembling hand to the bare skin, bunching her fingers against the warm firmness of his form. He pushed his hand into her hair, tilting her face up to kiss her hard and fast. She shivered because Wren had always been the one in control and yet she felt him balancing on the edge of it now. Ready to unleash whatever passions he repressed for public consumption.

He gripped the edge of her chemise, which was still bunched at her hips, and tugged hard. It fluttered to her feet and now she was naked but for her stockings, her slippers. He stepped away and stared at her for a long, charged moment. Then he faced her toward Aiden to show him what he saw.

His body moved against her back and his arms came around her, drawing her against his bare chest. "Look at her," he whispered.

"I couldn't look away if I tried," Aiden said, his strokes on his cock harder now, faster.

Wren cupped her breasts, squeezing the sensitive flesh, lifting her as he rubbed his thumbs against her nipples. She ground back against him with a soft cry, trying to find some way to relieve the throbbing pleasure that had already begun to make her thighs wet with anticipation.

One of his hands stole away from her breast, sliding down her ribcage, her stomach, and then settled between her legs. She lolled her head against his chest, the air leaving her lungs when he rubbed thick fingers across the lips of her sex.

"She's so wet, Aiden," he said. "So ready for me, for you, for us."

Aiden nodded, his teeth sinking into his lower lip the same way Emilia wanted to sink her own into it. Wren's fingers slid across her entrance again and she spread her legs farther to allow him access. He stroked into her, finding no resistance, and she barked out pleasure at the invasion.

He thrust with his fingers, gently but insistently, playing her body like an instrument he had been practicing all his life. She rocked against him, her breath short as the pleasure built. He never took her too far, though, never let her find release, just teased her. Played with her as if they had all night.

And, of course, they did. That fact was as powerful as his touch after all these years apart. She reached back and rubbed her hand against the front of his trousers, feeling the hardness of him, the rumble of pleasure in his chest.

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.

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Aiden

A iden 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.

"But right now if I don't have you, if I don't feel you both, I think I might expire."

"Good," she gasped. "Because I can't wait."

He gripped her hips and slid her downward on the bed. "Wren," he said without looking at him. "In my bedside table you'll find what you'll need to make it easier for her."

Wren shifted, his weight coming off the bed. He dragged his nails along Aiden's back as he walked and Aiden arched a little at the abrasion of his sensitive skin. He had never felt so alive in his entire life. So filled with love and desire all at once. He never wanted it to end. He wanted to stay in this fantasy forever.

So he fully surrendered to it as he dropped his head between her legs and began to lick her. She gasped at the motion and lifted toward him, grinding against him as her moans turned to wails of pleasure. He'd tasted her on Wren's cock, but the full flavor of her release was even better. He sucked her clitoris, swirling his tongue around the hard nub, reveling in how her legs shook almost immediately. Wren had laid that path for him and now her responsive body followed it.

When she came, her fingers clenched his scalp, her body trembled and he had to hold her hips steady so she didn't flop them both off the high bed. He glanced up to find Wren standing beside them, slightly slack jawed as he stared, a bottle of oil in his hand.

Aiden smiled up at him as he moved to his back and motioned Emilia toward him. "Just like with Wren, I want you to ride me. And then he'll come behind you and take your arse."

Her eyes went wide and she looked at Wren. He swallowed hard. "Do you want that, Emilia?"

She nodded. "Yes. I want that so much."

"I'll make you ready," Wren promised as she shifted to her knees and crawled toward Aiden, straddling him as she licked a path along his stomach, up his chest and finally took his lips.

Their tongues tangled, at first gently and then harder as she positioned herself above him. He caught his breath as she maneuvered him to her entrance and then lowered herself onto him inch by inch. The grip of her, the wet heat, it was almost too much after so many years of waiting and longing and dreaming. Emilia was better than he'd ever imagined.

She rocked over him, her breath coming short, her body clinging to his as she threw her head back and let out a low, hungry moan. A moan that grew deeper as Wren positioned himself on his knees behind her. He kissed her shoulder as he watched Aiden, a small smile on his normally serious face.

He coated his fingers in oil as he stared and Aiden surged harder beneath Emilia as he watched Wren's fingers move between the globes of her bottom and begin to stroke her.

It was in that moment Aiden realized this was truly going to happen. And he had to fight not to be unmanned right then and there before they had even fully begun.