Swap

by Jenesi Ash

  “Well . . .” Mia’s voice puttered out.

  Jamie pointed at Aidan. “I’m not agreeing to be a guy’s sex slave.”

  “You won’t be,” Mia promised. “I’ll make sure of it.”

  Jamie raised her eyebrow. “You?” She adored her friend, but Mia could not stop Aidan from doing whatever he pleased.

  “I’ll be right there with you.”

  Whoa. Jamie’s eyes darted from Mia to Aidan. Mia was going to be with them while they had sex? That put a different spin on things.

  Jamie had been pleasantly surprised by how she felt kissing Mia. Oh, who was she kidding? Kissing Mia had rocked her world.

  Mia wasn’t the first girl she’d kissed, and she probably wouldn’t be the last. But kissing Mia was different. It aroused Jamie, and she felt the emotional bond between them tightening.

  Jamie cast a suspicious look in Aidan’s direction. “What do you plan to do to me?”

  “Forget it,” he said. “It’s not going to work if she can’t trust us.”

  “Trust isn’t the problem.” She trusted Mia with her life. Aidan wouldn’t cause her pain, but he would try to make her surrender. She didn’t do that for any guy.

  “Then what is?” Mia asked, desperate to make this work. It made Jamie feel even worse for refusing.

  Jamie folded her arms across her chest and glared at Aidan. “I don’t like being tied up.”

  “Why?” he asked.

  “I have this thing about freedom.” Didn’t everyone? Well, everyone but Mia, but she didn’t know any better. That was why she needed this swap.

  “What about your lover?” Aidan asked. “Swapping isn’t all about your fantasies and what you want. It’s also about your partner’s need.”

  What was he suggesting? That she was a selfish lover? To whom had he been talking? “I can do that and stay away from bindings. I’m multitalented that way.”

  “Maybe you need an introductory lesson,” Aidan suggested.

  It was difficult for Jamie to keep the outrage from bubbling to the surface. “Lesson?” she repeated. Did he know who he’s talking to?

  “What if Mia holds you down?”

  Jamie blinked, and she looked at Mia. “How?” Mia appeared fragile and petite. She wasn’t muscular, but Jamie knew Mia’s strength was moving fast.

  “You’ll take off your clothes and lie on the table,” Aidan said. “Mia will sit on the end where your head is, and she’ll hold your wrists down.”

  Jamie’s nipples tightened at his matter-of-fact explanation. “And you?”

  “I’ll hold on to your legs.”

  That wasn’t the answer she was looking for. She wanted to know what he had in store for her. Was he going to tease her unmercifully or drive his cock into her without any foreplay?

  “It’s okay, Jamie,” Mia said, resting her hands on her shoulders. “You don’t have to do this. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable about anything.”

  Okay, now the world had gone mad. When Mia was trying to soothe Jamie about sex, she had lost control of the situation completely. Jamie rubbed her tired eyes, knowing she had to regroup.

  She wasn’t afraid or uncomfortable with bondage, but she liked to keep it to a minimum. If a guy tied her up, he was inevitably testing this luck. Aidan was no different from any other man in Clover Bud.

  But what was she worried about? Aidan wasn’t smarter or stronger than she was. Jamie knew she could handle him with her hands literally tied behind her back.

  “Okay, Aidan.” She rubbed her hands together. “Let’s do it.”

  “Now?” Mia asked, obviously surprised by her attitude change.

  “No time like the present,” Jamie said with a shrug. “Would you like to undress me?”

  “No,” Aidan said coolly. “Mia will.”

  “What?” Mia said. It was obviously news to her. “I thought . . .”

  “It’s no big deal, Mia,” Jamie said. “You’ve helped me in and out of clothes in dressing rooms.”

  “Yeah, but...” Her voice trailed off. She cleared her throat and rolled her shoulder back. “Okay, sure.”

  Jamie felt jumpy as Mia stood behind her, and she flinched when she felt her friend’s hands on her waist. Mia grabbed the hem of Jamie’s T-shirt and inched it above her abdomen and ribs. Jamie kept her eyes defiantly on Aidan. Once her shirt went over her breasts, Jamie raised her arms, and Mia pulled it free.

  She felt Mia hesitate. Was Mia trying to decide how to attack her front-closure bra? Rather than going around and blocking Aidan’s view, Mia reached around Jamie and unhooked the bra.

  Jamie shivered as Mia’s arms went around her. Mia and she had hugged before, but this was different. The sight of Mia’s delicate hands next to her voluptuous breasts was startling.

  Mia slowly peeled the bra from Jamie’s breasts and allowed the shoulder straps to drop down her arms. Jamie wished Mia would touch her breasts. She would be happy if Mia’s hand brushed against her tightening nipples. But Mia was being very careful not to touch her. Jamie shrugged off the bra and heard it drop to the tile floor.

  Mia was already hooking her fingers around the waistbands of Jamie’s shorts and panties. She worked them down Jamie’s legs. Jamie decided not to help Mia or make it easier for her friend. She stood still and continued to watch Aidan.

  The man was playing it cool. There was no tension, no shifting of his feet. One would think he wasn’t turned on by the sight. But what man didn’t want to see his girlfriend strip her best friend naked? How often did his girlfriend prepare another woman for him to play with?

  Aidan could play it anyway he liked, but she had seen his eyes. They were hot and smoky with lust. He was just as aroused as she was. Now if only she could see Mia’s expression. Was her friend getting turned on? Was Mia getting excited undressing her? Jamie wanted that to be the case.

  “Lie on the table,” Aidan said the moment Jamie stepped out of her clothes.

  She bristled at the order. “I’m getting there.” She knew what was expected of her. She’d do it when she was good and ready. Did he like the sound of his voice ordering commands?

  She perched on the edge of the round table, surprised at how cold it felt against her skin. Jamie slowly reclined, jerking still when she felt Mia’s hand on her shoulders. Her nipples stung with anticipation, but Mia was only guiding her down gently.

  Once Jamie’s head touched on the wood table, Mia reached for her arms. She stretched them above Jamie’s head and held her wrists firmly against the table. Jamie thought Mia was taking her job way too seriously. And shouldn’t Mia be on her side and loosen her hold?

  Aidan strolled toward the table, his eyes slowly going over every inch of Jamie. Her skin tingled with anticipation as her breasts felt full and heavy. Heat seeped through her body, flooding her core.

  But Aidan didn’t move. His gaze took in every inch of Jamie, from her puckered nipples to her glistening pussy, but he didn’t touch her. He seemed content to look.

  “I’ll be right back.” he said as he turned and walked out of the kitchen. “Don’t move.”

  “What the hell?” Where did Aidan think he was going? She was laid out before him, and he walked away? The nerve. Jamie tried to get up, but Mia’s hold tightened on her wrists.

  “Don’t move, Jamie,” Mia whispered.

  Jamie rolled her eyes. “Oh, like he’s going to know.”

  “He will.” Mia paused. “By the way, thanks for swapping.”

  “No need to thank me. This is going to be fun.” And the moment she said it, she knew it would be. Okay, she wasn’t sure about being pinned down, but she’d have Aidan pinned down before she left Clover Bud. The challenge excited her.

  Aidan excited her. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. She had never thought of him that way because he was Mia’s. Now that she was borrowing him, she was beginning to see what Mia saw in him.

  Aidan returned. Jamie noticed he wasn’t carrying anything, and nothing was different
in his appearance. The man had walked away to play mind games with her. She wasn’t going to tolerate that.

  Not that she had much say in the matter as Aidan grasped Jamie’s knees and parted legs. He stepped between her knees, cupped her face with his hands, and claimed her mouth. There was no coaxing as he immediately darted his tongue past her lips. She caught him and drew him in deeper.

  Aidan pulled away and glared at her. She smirked back at him. Had he really thought she would lie there and do nothing?

  “Mia,” he asked as he kept his eyes firmly on Jamie, “what do you think your friend would like?”

  Jamie’s jaw shifted to one side. She didn’t like being talked about as if she weren’t in the room. “Why don’t you ask me?”

  “Because I’m interested in Mia’s opinion.”

  “She really likes oral,” Mia said.

  “Mia!” she tried to look at her friend so she could glare at her. “I told you that in confidence.”

  “Thank you, Mia.” He slowly kissed a path down Jamie’s body, while squeezing and pinching her breasts.

  Jamie twisted underneath Aidan’s seductive touch. She had to admit that he was very focused on giving her pleasure. That surprised her. She thought he would take what he wanted and leave her begging for more.

  But not once did he ask for anything from her. She wasn’t sure if she liked that. Aidan didn’t seek pleasure for himself as he stroked her body. His fingers seemed drawn to her ticklish and sensitive spots. She squealed and tried to move, but Mia held her tight.

  Aidan pulled a chair behind him and sat down, his face level with her pussy. Jamie bit her lip, feeling very exposed. She was hot and aroused; the wet heat dripped from her core. And now Aidan knew it.

  She wasn’t embarrassed by her sexual need, but she didn’t want Aidan to know how easy it had been to arouse her, especially since he wasn’t panting or desperate to thrust into her. That was unusual; most of her sex partners were beyond coherent before she was this wet and ready.

  Aidan hadn’t moaned or growled, and it was really beginning to get on her nerves. He lowered his head and licked her dripping wet slit. Jamie gasped and bucked against his mouth. He slowly worked his way to her clit, his tongue flicking against the swollen nub until she thought her eyes were going to roll back.

  Aidan’s touch was light and delicate. She rocked her hips from side to side, clenching her vaginal walls, desperate for more. She whimpered when he moved away from her clit and returned to her wet slit. He stabbed his tongue into her core, and she muffled a scream.

  Jamie wanted to grab his head and press him hard against her center. Flip him onto the table and ride his mouth until she shattered. But when she made the smallest move, Mia held her down hard.

  Jamie arched her spine as the fiery pleasure rippled through her. She hooked her legs over Aidan’s shoulders. She couldn’t help squeezing her thighs against his head, determined to draw him closer.

  Aidan raised his head and withdrew his tongue from her drenched pussy. She almost expected him to push her legs off, but he didn’t. “Mia,” he said conversationally, “do you think I should continue?”

  “Oh, God, yes,” Jamie replied as she twisted her hips from side to side. He couldn’t stop now!

  “I wasn’t asking you, Jamie,” he said kindly. “I’m asking Mia.”

  “No, you shouldn’t,” Mia replied.

  Surprise jolted inside Jamie. “Mia!” How could her friend deny her satisfaction? She couldn’t believe Mia would be so stingy.

  “She’s going to climax soon,” Mia explained, her voice soft and husky. “She needs your cock inside her.”

  Jamie’s womb contracted at the words. Mia was willing to share every inch of her boyfriend. And Jamie wanted to be stuffed and stretched by Aidan’s cock. She knew he would be large. She licked her lips as she watched him stand up and unzip his jeans.

  Her eyes widened as he shoved the denim down his hips. Oh, wow. He was large and thick, and she couldn’t wait for him to fill her.

  Mia couldn’t wait, either, judging by her shallow, uneven breaths. Jamie tilted her head to the side to get a good look at Mia. “Is this turning you on?”

  “Oh, yeah.” Mia leaned down and Jamie inhaled her scent. Her lips tingled, tempted to capture Mia’s mouth. She looked away quickly before she followed her instincts.

  “Take a deep breath when he enters you,” Mia whispered in her ear.

  “I know how to handle—” She gasped as he claimed her in one long thrust.

  “Told you,” Mia muttered.

  Aidan grabbed Jamie’s hips and tilted them before plunging deeper. She wrestled for a better position, wanting to take over, but Mia wouldn’t let go. Aidan parted her legs as far as they would go, and held them still before he gave another thrust.

  His thrusts were timed agonizingly slow. She wiggled her hips and squeezed her core, but she couldn’t break Aidan’s rhythm. She swore his cock was so long it was tapping her uterus. One more thrust and she would shatter. The need built inside her, pressing against her skin, ready to burst free. One more tap . . .

  Aidan withdrew completely, the move costing him his control. Jamie saw the tremor sweep his body, but there was no hitch in his voice. “Mia, should I stop?”

  Stop? Jamie’s mouth dropped open. Was he serious? Was he going to deny her?

  He would. Jamie clenched her teeth. Aidan was that kind of guy. “Please,” she said in a hiss.

  “One more time,” Mia urged.

  He tilted her hips, lifting them off the table and driving deep into her core. His thick cock rubbed against a bundle of nerves in her pussy that had her vaulting off the table. Jamie’s high shriek of release echoed in the kitchen.

  The world spun wildly as a wave of pleasure crashed through her hot, tingly body. She sagged against the table, conscious of nothing but Aidan’s cock burrowed deep inside her and Mia’s hands pinching her wrists.

  “Jamie?”

  Oh, sure, now Aidan says my name and includes me in the conversation. Although it didn’t sound like Aidan. It sounded more like . . .

  “Caleb?” She turned her head toward the door that led to the attic. Caleb stood in the doorway, his hands on his hips. He was frowning.

  “Jamie, what the hell is going on here?”

  SEVEN

  Caleb rubbed his hand over his eyes. The sight before him was a hell of thing to wake up to first thing in the morning.

  Jamie was naked and sprawled on the kitchen table. He saw the bites and whisker burn on her breasts, and he couldn’t miss her tight nipples. Her eyes shone with desire, and he inhaled the musk of sex.

  Caleb was instantly rock-hard. He wanted to pounce, push aside Aidan and Mia, and take Jamie before she drew her next breath. It was difficult not to follow his instincts.

  He was surprised to see Mia playing a part in all of this. Her pink face looked so innocent and sweet, but seeing her hold down Jamie’s wrists stirred something dark in his soul. He wondered what naughty things she had been whispering in Jamie’s ear.

  Aidan had been ramming into Jamie so hard that the table shook. Jamie had loved every minute of it, meeting each thrust with the wild buck of her hips.

  And not once did they think he might have wanted to be included. Did they think, Hey, let’s wake up Caleb and see if he wants to join. Hell, all they had to say was “group sex,” and he would be wide-eyed and jumping out of bed.

  But they didn’t think of him. A sharp pang bloomed in his chest, and he absently rubbed it away with his knuckles. God, he hated that most of all. He knew what it was like to be invisible and ignored. Forgotten. It was what he did best.

  Mia guiltily dropped her friend’s wrists as if they burned to the touch. “Jamie,” she said, her voice rising with concern, “I thought you told him.”

  “Told him what?” Aidan asked, giving one final thrust into Jamie’s pussy as he looked at Caleb. “We just decided.”

  Normally Caleb would have enjoyed watching M
ia and Jamie get caught in their own trap, but this morning was different. They hadn’t included him. Did Jamie even think of him? He kept his gaze locked on hers.

  “Caleb, what’s the big deal?” Jamie asked. Aidan carefully withdrew from her, and she sat up.

  “You’re having sex with another man while I’m under the same roof.”

  “Oh, please,” Jamie said as she rubbed her wrists. “Don’t get all he-man about it. It’s so not you.”

  Caleb glowered at her. How would she liked it if she woke up and discovered him having sex with another woman? She would have liked to have been informed. No, she would have expected to be invited.

  It didn’t matter if they weren’t an exclusive couple; Jamie wouldn’t take it too kindly. In fact, there would be lots of screaming and drama.

  Jamie made a face at his brooding silence. “Don’t you remember? Once we talked about swapping, in theory”—she gave Aidan a quick look—“and you agreed.”

  He clearly remembered that conversation. Jamie had asked if he would do it but didn’t wait for an answer. A part of him was pleased that she could rely on him, but he didn’t like being taken completely for granted.

  When Jamie had told him that Mia had agreed, she had assumed he would go along. And, really, when had he ever refused her?

  “I never agreed with you,” he said softly, letting each word hit its mark. He had, however, agreed with Aidan when they came up with their strategy. But she didn’t know that.

  “Yes, you did. You said . . .” Her eyes widened when she mentally rewound to that morning in bed. “Oh . . . shit.”

  Caleb looked away and saw Aidan’s smirk. The other guy knew what he was up to. This was his chance for Jamie to really think about what he wanted. But if Jamie caught on that he was putting her through the paces, he would be in big trouble. Caleb decided it was a good time to retreat and walked back up to the attic.

  As he climbed the stairs, he decided that if they were going to swap, everyone had to be an equal partner. That didn’t mean everyone had to dominate his or her new lover. It meant that each person got a chance to live out a fantasy.

  And he wasn’t going to be left on the sidelines or have his needs ignored. Jamie and Mia had come up with the plan without any thought of what Aidan or he wanted. He never thought of them as greedy or thoughtless, but it was amazing what one wild sexual encounter could do to a person.