by Jenesi Ash
“Let’s go with it,” Caleb said.
“I’m not too sure about this,” Jamie warned. “Aidan is going to take over like he always does.”
Aidan dramatically placed his hand over his heart. “I promise I won’t sweep Mia out of the room.”
Jamie wasn’t amused. “You’re just saying that because you know her bed will already be occupied. I’m coming, too.”
Mia stared at her friend. “Fabulous,” she said in a croak. This was the first time she would have sex with someone other than Aidan, and she was going to have an audience. “Just fabulous.”
FIGHT
Mia wasn’t sure about leading the parade to her bedroom. She sensed Caleb right behind her, and knew Jamie and Aidan were following. No one said anything, and the silence was grating on her nerves.
Her stomach twisted and flipped. She wanted this, Mia reminded herself. She had risked her relationship for this, but now that it was time for action, she didn’t think she could go through with it.
What if this was all a mistake? What if having sex with Caleb was really bad or, worse, incredibly good? Was she going to regret having sex with Caleb? Mia didn’t think that would happen. She had a feeling the only thing she would regret was not following through.
Her troubled thoughts must have been noticeable, because Caleb reached for her hand. She flinched but didn’t pull away. She found Caleb’s hands large and comforting as his fingers slid through hers.
She stopped at the doorway to her bedroom. She wasn’t sure why, but her feet wouldn’t move. It was as if her body knew that once she stepped into the room, there was no turning back. She needed to make sure that she was ready for this.
But how could she be sure? Was anyone ever truly ready for having sex with her best friend’s lover while her best friend and boyfriend watched? She doubted it.
Mia looked around, deciding her bedroom wasn’t big enough. It had just enough space for a queen-size bed, a chest of drawers, and an overstuffed chair. She didn’t think four people had ever been in here at the same time.
Caleb stepped over the threshold and led Mia into the bedroom. For some reason, it was easier for her to follow him than to invite Caleb to her bed.
Jamie strode into the room as if she owned the place. Mia en-vied the woman’s confidence. Jamie sat down on the chair, draping her feet over the armrest. She looked comfortable and ready for a show.
“Had to get the front-row seat?” Mia asked drily, trying to hide the nervous tic in her mouth. “Want some popcorn with that?”
Jamie smiled. “At least I’m not holding you down.”
Jamie had her there. Mia looked over her shoulder and saw Aidan leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest. She was surprised he was hanging back and was hardly in the room. Mia was sure he would be right next to her the whole time. Was he having second thoughts?
His stance was casual, but she saw the heat in his eyes. His nostrils flared as he controlled each breath. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought he was looking forward to this.
That surprised her as well. Aidan was possessive, and she thought he would be too territorial to let her even look at another man. Just when she thought she understood him, Aidan did something unexpected. He really was a mix of contradictions.
“Are you guys ready?” Aidan asked in a clipped tone, immediately taking charge of the situation. He waited until they nodded before he continued. “Mia, I want you to kiss Caleb.”
She turned to face Caleb, and placed her hands on his shoulders. The top of her head only reached to his chin. He wasn’t as broad and tall as Aidan. He was, in fact, far less intimidating.
Mia pushed the thought aside. She shouldn’t compare Caleb to Aidan, but the thought sprang into her mind unbidden. Mia lifted up on her tiptoes so she could reach Caleb’s mouth. Tilting her face up, her lips collided with his.
His mouth was playful as he nibbled her mouth. She teased him back, swiping her tongue along his bottom lip. A warm, fizzy sensation invaded her. It was unlike the dark intensity she felt when she kissed Aidan.
“Hold his face with both hands,” Aidan suggested.
Mia reached up and pressed her palms on Caleb’s cheeks. The stubble on his lean face scratched her skin, just like Aidan’s. She stroked his face, exploring the planes and contours with her fingers, and she continued to kiss him.
Caleb’s hands rested on her back, and he slowly caressed her. The light touch tickled and she stepped closer into his embrace. He didn’t hold her tightly the way she liked, but she wasn’t going to ask for more. That was Aidan’s job.
“Kiss him harder,” Aidan told her.
She darted her tongue past Caleb’s lips and into his warm mouth. Kissing Caleb was different from what she expected. He didn’t swoop in and take over. Instead he allowed her to set the pace, let her explore to her heart’s content.
Mia wasn’t sure if she liked it. She preferred to be taken, and swept up in the swirling emotions. If he didn’t claim her soon, she was going to have to ask him to suck on her tongue. She needed to tell him to grind his mouth against hers.
“Caleb,” Aidan said harshly, “fuck her mouth with your tongue.”
“Wait a second,” Jamie said, immediately jumping in. “The agreement was telling Mia what to do.”
Mia pulled away from Caleb and blinked her eyes open. She felt slightly disoriented and looked up at Caleb to find her balance. They shared a wry look as they listened to the others squabble. Mia should have known that Aidan and Jamie were going to bump heads and wrestle for control.
Mia licked her swollen lip and looked over at her friend, who was too busy glaring at Aidan. “Jamie,” she said, noticing her voice sounded husky, “why don’t you tell Caleb what to do while Aidan gives me instructions?”
“What are we,” Caleb muttered in Mia’s ear, his warm breath wafting over her long hair, “puppets?”
“Fine,” Jamie said. “We’ll do that.”
“As long as she doesn’t contradict me,” Aidan said, clearly unhappy by the rule change.
“Do you ever get the feeling,” Caleb said for Mia’s ears only, “that this isn’t to make you comfortable? I think they can’t give up control.”
She gave him a sharp look, realizing Caleb was right. She thought they were helping her, teaching her how to go after her fantasies. They were doing that, but that was secondary to their own goals. Aidan and Jamie couldn’t stand it when they weren’t in charge.
“Jamie, what do you want me to do next?” Caleb asked, his eyes never leaving Mia’s face.
There was a pause. “Fuck her mouth with her tongue,” she answered grudgingly.
Mia and Caleb tried not to smile. He tenderly cradled her face with his hands. It caught her off-guard when he plunged his tongue past her lips.
Mia grabbed Caleb’s shirt and held on tight, her fingers twisting in the soft cotton as he claimed her mouth. She opened her mouth wider, surrendering instantly to his invasion. She rubbed her breasts and hips against him, her nipples poking against her shirt, begging for attention.
“Caleb,” Jamie said, “take off her shirt.”
Mia wondered how Jamie knew what she needed. Did Jamie see her nipples tightening, or the way she enjoyed the friction when she rubbed against Caleb? Or were Jamie’s nipples puckering as she watched them?
“No, Mia will,” Aidan contradicted Jamie’s command. His tone warned Jamie not to push her luck.
Caleb reluctantly pulled his mouth away, his lips clinging onto Mia’s. He was breathing hard as Mia reached for her shirt and wiggled out of it. Once she pulled it over her head, Mia tossed it onto the floor and reached for the back hooks of her bra, thrusting her breasts against Caleb.
“Did I tell you to take off your bra?” Aidan asked coldly.
Mia froze and immediately dropped her hands. She couldn’t believe she did that. She always waited for Aidan’s next command. He was going to punish her by making her wait. She just
knew it.
Jamie huffed with disgust. “Aidan, get over it.” Jamie told him. “She can take off her own bra if she wants to.”
Caleb waited for the next instructions, caressing Mia’s back. His gaze drifted onto her small breasts. Her nipples tingled as she remembered how he had kissed her the night before. She was eager to feel his mouth on her nipples again.
“Mia, take off your bra,” Aidan said.
Thank God, Mia thought as she closed her eyes. She wasn’t sure how long Aidan would have made her wait. She fumbled with the closures as Caleb helped her off with the bra.
When it fell to the floor, Aidan was ready with another command. “Turn around and press your back against Caleb.”
Mia didn’t know what Aidan was planning. She slowly turned and pressed her spine against Caleb’s chest. He still wore a T-shirt, and it felt warm and soft against her bare skin.
“Caleb, play with her breasts,” Jamie quickly inserted, refusing to let Aidan call all the shots.
Caleb’s long fingers stroked her small breasts. She watched him drag his fingers from the full curve to the pointed crest, over and over. Mia pressed her lips together, holding back a moan as he pinched her nipple. She looked up, her eyes colliding with Aidan’s.
She felt naughty and wicked standing topless in front of Aidan while another man fondled her. She felt everyone’s eyes on her breasts, and she wanted to arch her spine and preen. Caleb’s fingers captured both nipples and gave them hard twists. A moan ripped from her throat as her knees buckled.
Hunger flared in Aidan’s eyes. His face tightened, and for one brief moment, Mia thought he was going to pounce. He didn’t move, but she felt the tension curling inside him. He enjoyed watching Caleb fondle her and found pleasure in how Mia reacted.
“Lick her ear,” Jamie said, her voice sounding far away to Mia. “She loves that.”
I do? Mia didn’t remember saying anything like that to Jamie, but the moment Caleb pressed his mouth against her ear, heat flooded her body. He tongued her ear and her pussy creamed. Mia arched back, raising her arms and linking them behind Caleb’s head.
She turned her head and captured Caleb’s mouth. She wasn’t going to ask for permission or wait until Aidan came up with the idea. Mia sucked on Caleb’s lower lip, waiting for Aidan to tell her to stop.
He didn’t. How could that be? Did she not hear it, or was Aidan letting her follow her needs?
Caleb slicked his tongue against her upper lip. She imagined him licking her pussy the same way. She wiggled her hips in anticipation. When Caleb palmed her breasts and rubbed her nipples in a hard, circular motion, she felt it tug on her throbbing clit.
“Take off her shorts,” Jamie said in a hoarse voice.
Mia glanced at her friend and froze. Jamie was sprawled on the overstuffed chair, arching her spine as she pinched her nipple through her shirt. She murmured with pleasure, her eyes drifting closed as her other hand slid under her shorts. Mia watched, fascinated, as Jamie played with her clit.
Caleb slid his hands down Mia’s stomach. Her muscles bunched under his exploration. He grabbed the waistband of her shorts. Aidan gave another order. “Look at me, Mia.”
It was difficult to tear her attention away from Jamie masturbating, but she slowly turned her head and met Aidan’s knowing gaze.
“Play with your breasts,” he told her.
She clamped her hands on her breasts and looked straight at Aidan. Massaging her breasts hard, she gritted her teeth as she squeezed and plucked. If only she could pinch harder . . . She wanted to leave red streaks on her pale skin.
Caleb unbuttoned her jean shorts and pulled down the zipper. He dipped his hand under her panties and spanned his fingers over her sex. She closed her eyes as his fingertips raked her damp curls, each stroke inflaming the hot need churning inside her.
She spread her legs apart, waiting for him to find her clit and press down hard. Instead, Caleb removed his hand and slid her shorts down her legs. She tried to hide her disappointment as he crouched behind her, helping her step out of her clothes.
“Keep playing with your breasts,” Aidan reminded her.
She opened her eyes and realized she was only holding her breasts. Mia glanced in Aidan’s direction, wondering if he knew how Caleb touched her. He must have seen it and her reaction. Yet he hadn’t complained and hadn’t told her to move away.
Mia squeezed her breasts, giving Aidan a performance. She lifted her breasts and bent her head. Watching Aidan, she licked the reddened crest. Her nipples beaded under the wet heat of her tongue.
She smiled when Aidan jerked back in surprise. Feral lust swept across his face until his eyes shuttered and he regained his composure. But it was too late; she knew he wasn’t unaffected. She bet his cock was rock-hard and hitting his stomach, begging for release.
She felt Caleb smoothing his hands up and down her legs. His caresses made the back of her knees tingle. Every time his hands glided along her inner thighs, his fingers flirted with the edge of her panties.
Mia wished he would dip his fingers past the damp fabric and rub the swollen folds of her sex. She would settle for Caleb to press the heel of his hand against her mound. But she wouldn’t dare voice those requests. That was a job for Aidan and Jamie.
He tugged her last item of clothing off her hips. She jumped when he placed a soft kiss on the small of her back. It was so soft and almost ticklish. She held her breath as he continued to kiss down the slope of her buttocks.
It wasn’t difficult to imagine him dipping his tongue in her anus. Her pussy flooded as she envisioned him darting the tip past her rosebud. She’d never had anal sex before, but she knew she would pass out from the intense pleasure.
She should pull away before she begged Caleb to lick her puckered hole. She couldn’t until Aidan told her to. She waited for Jamie to tell Caleb to stop. Her arms and legs were shaking, but her best friend didn’t give any commands.
Was she the only one following the rules? Mia wondered wildly as Caleb kissed the underside of her buttock. She pressed her lips together and wobbled as a white-hot sensation forked through her.
Caleb wasn’t following the directions. Instead, he was following his own instincts. Mia watched Aidan, waiting for his next command. He remained silent, watching Caleb kiss her intimately.
Aidan didn’t stop Caleb. It was as if he was mesmerized by the sight before him. His eyes were glazing over with lust as he watched Mia’s face. She knew he found pleasure in her responses to Caleb’s kisses. That knowledge made her lose any inhibitions. She wanted to give him a taste of the ecstasy she felt.
Jamie was unusually silent, and Mia didn’t dare turn to see her friend’s expression. She heard Jamie’s hitched breaths and grunts, and she wondered if her friend was too wrapped up in her own quest for satisfaction.
She knew Jamie had a perfect view of what Caleb was doing. What did she feel, watching her lover slathering kisses all over her best friend’s ass? Jamie hadn’t asked him to do it, but she didn’t tell him to stop, either.
“Caleb,” Jamie said, her voice breaking through the tense silence, “play with her clit.”
Mia’s knees buckled at Jamie’s command. Finally! She wanted Caleb’s large fingers teasing her clitoris and didn’t think she could wait any longer. He had better not finger her lightly. She needed his touch to be forceful.
Caleb stood up swiftly, and he pressed Mia’s spine against his chest. She had forgotten that he was still fully clothed. His soft T-shirt and jeans brushed against her hot skin. She swallowed roughly when his hard cock pressed between her buttocks.
He cupped her mound and the tension zoomed in her body. Parting her labia with two fingers, he exposed her hard clit. He slid his middle finger over the swollen nub. His touch was as soft as a butterfly’s wing. Mia groaned and closed her eyes as the wild sensations flooded her.
“Slow and easy,” Jamie told him.
Her order was meaningless. He was doing just that, damn it
. It didn’t matter what she thought she needed; Caleb knew exactly how to draw the most exquisite pleasure from her body.
“Pinch your nipples,” Aidan reminded her again.
For once she didn’t want to obey Aidan. If she did that, she might come before she got to the bed. But Mia wouldn’t break the agreement, even though every one else was playing by his own rules.
Mia followed Aidan’s orders and plucked her nipples. She hissed through her clenched teeth, and the fire went straight to her clit.
Caleb caressed her clit with an insistent rhythm. Her hips bucked against his hand over and over. If he moved his finger faster, she could . . .
“Don’t come,” Aidan said sharply.
Damn.
Aidan always knew when she was about to climax, but he usually let her ride it out, knowing he could take her to that level of pleasure again. Why did he make her stop now? Did he think Caleb wouldn’t be capable of giving her multiple orgasms?
“What did you just say?” Jamie yelled at Aidan. “You can’t tell her that.”
“I just did.” Aidan gestured proudly toward Mia. “Look, she knows how to delay her pleasure.”
“Just because she can doesn’t mean she should,” Jamie argued.
It was hard not to rock her hips and come. Caleb’s hand felt so good. Mia knew the tingling sensations would bloom inside her, filling her with heat.
“Get on the bed, Mia,” Aidan said, ignoring Jamie’s argument. “I want you on your hands and knees facing me.”
It was difficult stepping away from Caleb. She had been leaning against him, relying on his strength. Mia felt cold once he wasn’t surrounding her. She climbed onto her bed, her knees digging into her bedspread and her legs shaking.
“Get right behind her,” Jamie told Caleb.
Mia slowly exhaled as her stomach flipped with excitement. She preferred the doggy style, but Aidan didn’t suggest it too often. He always wanted to see her face, which was romantic in a way, but there was something to be said about this position. She always enjoyed how Aidan would thrust deep inside her while playing with her breasts and clitoris.
