“Kiss him,” I ordered Lauchlan, not breaking my eye contact with Aaron. “Mouth first.”
Surprise entered Aaron’s expression, but that was it. Just acceptance of what was to come. Submitting to me. Trusting me. Warmth spread through my chest. The man I’d been coveting was surrendering his will, a gift he only ever gave to Hillary. And now, he was giving it to me.
Desperate need roiled at the base of my spine, and I tugged on my cock even harder.
The red-haired pawn hesitated. “Er-might want to confirm that one with him first, mate. I love some good foreplay, but I’m a consent kind of guy.”
The Colombian kept his eyes on me, locked in an erotic staring contest while I palmed my erection and his remained untouched. His reflected lust shot icy tingles through my spine, piercing my cock with both pain and pleasure.
“Kiss me again,Rojo,” he commanded, the words catching in his throat.
Again? Interesting. I’d fucked many men in my lifetime, and I’d enjoyed most—but these two men touching each other could become my greatest weakness. The buildingdesire at the tableau in front of me was unbearable, blisteringly hot against my skin.
My pawn moved into place, stopping on the other side of Aaron’s head, not blocking my view.
“Hey, Roboto.” Lauchlan leaned over just inches from Aaron’s lips. Eyes dark, his own pajama pants had swelled with need. He enjoyed taking direction, my little subbie. “You like it gentle or rough, Daddy? Conan aims to torture yeh, but I’ll make it good for you.”
Fuck.
I’d watched this man’s interest in the sexy mafia heir since we’d all been thrown together. He was doing it on my command, but he was as into Aaron as I was.
My student didn’t answer, choosing instead to lift his head to meet Lauchlan’s lips. The searing kiss set my insides on fire as if I was the one on the receiving end. Despite Lauchlan being my torture agent, Aaron took complete control of the kiss, pressing hard into his lips and forcing his mouth open, exploring it with his tongue.
It was just a kiss, yet it was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.
Hillary settled into a chair in my periphery, and I tore away for a split second to glimpse her. She wasn’t watching me at all. Her breath had caught as she fixated on the scene before us with wide eyes.
Good. We could all offer her an escape from her pain and worry tonight. It might be the last gift in the world I could give her.
I turned my attention back to the men before us kissing like their lives depended on it. Lauchlan cupped Aaron’s cheek as they sucked each other’s tongues in a way I’d imagined them both sucking my cock.
“Stop.”
I shifted my weight from the wall to standing, and walked toward the bed as they heeded my order. Their attention remained locked on each other though, heavybreaths and flushed cheeks. Judging by the lust in their expressions, even without my intervention, it was only a matter of time before they fucked.
My chest twinged at the thought of the three of them together without me. How I felt about that didn’t matter right now. Aaron’s lesson was just beginning, and Lauchlan was still the one to deliver it, regardless if he was enjoying himself.
“Use that mouth on his body. Slowly.”
Lauchlan immediately complied, pressing his lips to the column of Aaron’s throat, laving a trail down to where Aaron’s shoulder met the base of his neck. He nipped the skin there, and a visible tremor spread through Aaron’s body.
“You like biting, Daddy? Good to know,” Lauchlan cooed, continuing his kisses down Aaron’s chest.
I’d enjoyed these bodies separately for different reasons. Watching the two of them share pleasure like this was on another level altogether—and it locked something in place inside me. I needed to protect Hillary, but I needed to protect them too.
We were my Queen’s men, and I couldn’t risk them getting caught in my crossfire.
“Suck his nipples,” I ordered, and Lauchlan latched his lips over the right one, sucking it into a hard peak before giving the other the same treatment.
Aaron groaned deep in his throat at the contact, and his body shuddered as pre-cum dripped from the tip of his cock in response.
My cock was sticky and hot, the arousing scene setting my blood ablaze. I moved toward Hillary and lifted her off the chair, spinning her around, her back to my front, and tugged at the waistband of her silk shorts. She allowed me to undo the tie and shrug them off her hips as we both watched Lauchlan’s ministrations and Aaron’s tempting dick twitch with every movement.
“Hips,” I commanded Lauchlan, and he moved past the stitches across Aaron’s abdomen to kiss the jutting hip bones beside the corded V of his Adonis belt.
I clasped my hands around my Killer’s waist and tugged us backward, collapsing into the chair behind me. Pushing the fabric triangle of her silk panties aside, I pulled her down on top of my cock in one rough tug, thrusting into her soaked channel and letting out a rough groan at the contact.
The resulting moan caught all of our attention. Three pairs of wide eyes locked on her closed ones as she whimpered in pleasure.
