by Kris Norris
“Oh. My.”
The words sprang from her lips and she hadn’t realised she’d spoken until both sets of eyes turned in her direction. Roman pulled back, allowing Aiden’s shaft to slip from his mouth, the heavy length held like a sword in his hand. His lips were wet and swollen, and just the sight of them pooled liquid between her thighs. She moved towards their outstretched hands, linking her fingers through theirs.
Aiden planted a hot, wet kiss on her lips before moving to her neck, nibbling at the sensitive spot behind her ear. She arched into him, meeting Roman’s heated stare.
“I’ve been wondering. Do you both…” she waved her hand at their erect shafts. “Give and receive?”
Aiden chuckled against her skin, making it prickle. “I didn’t take you as the shy type, baby.”
“I’m not shy, it’s just…Fine. Do you both fuck each other’s ass?”
“Roman prefers to be the one fucking, but yes, we both fuck each other.” He raised his eyebrow. “How does that make you feel?”
“Curious.” She stepped back and waved at the bed. “Show me.”
Roman pushed up, trapping her against Aiden’s chest. “Pardon me?”
“You heard me, Roman. I want you to show me.” She trailed her fingers down his chest, scrapping his skin until she circled his cock. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around how I fit into all this. You love each other, but you say you love me…”
“We do love you,” he interrupted, framing her face with his hands. “You’re not just a toy to us. You’re our soul. A fact these past few days has made very apparent.”
“Then let me share what you feel for each other.” She tilted her head against Aiden’s chest, allowing him to tug the towel free. “Please. I need this.”
The men exchanged a look, and she wasn’t certain they’d conceded until Aiden nipped at her neck, urging her forward with a pat on her ass. “All right. But it’ll cost you. We’ll let you watch, but next time, it’ll be you between both of us.”
She couldn’t quite crush the soft rumble in her chest, and both men smiled as they moved to the bed. Aiden sat down first, flexing his abs as he leant back, watching Roman retrieve the lubricant from their bag. She found the way his muscles rippled fascinating, showing off every inch of his firm body. He was slightly smaller than Roman, but just as taut, with arms that could hold you prisoner when he took what was his.
She hummed at the thought as Roman advanced, his strong body a symbol of masculinity. He didn’t waste time caressing Aiden, but took the man’s mouth in a kiss so carnal, her lips swelled in response. Aiden fought back, battling for dominance, never truly submitting to the man. Roman growled when he pulled back, pushing his lover over, demanding the man present his ass to him.
Aiden acquiesced, but it wasn’t a submission. The way he moved, the steely look in his eyes let Roman know he obeyed because he chose to. Because the act would bring him pleasure. Roman acknowledged the truce with a firm slap to Aiden’s ass, making the muscles jump. Aiden clenched his jaw, but rolled onto his hands and knees, a low moan feathering from his luscious lips when Roman caressed his ass, penetrating him with a single finger.
Scarlet drew closer, watching Roman pump the digit back and forth, making Aiden’s cock pulse. She’d never touched a man like that and wondered how it felt to be the one stroking their flesh. Roman turned towards her as she climbed on the bed, his lips finding hers. She ate at his mouth, her arousal so tight her clit pulsed. God, she’d never expected it to have this effect on her, but they were so beautiful—strong male bodies moving together in a primal act of desire—it made her feel dizzy.
She reached out, tracing the cleft of Aiden’s ass. The man’s head whipped back, his gaze meeting hers across his shoulder. She arched her eyebrow, silently asking permission. A low rumble was her only reply, as she smeared some of the lube on her finger, and slipped it inside his tight channel.
“Oh, God, Roman. Does it feel like this when Aiden touches you?”
Roman licked one distended nipple, making her breath hiss. “Hot? Raw? Hungry?” He pinched one. “Oh, yeah. And soon, you’ll feel it too.” He nodded towards his lover. “Add another finger, darling. I need him nice and stretched.”
The moan that greeted her intrusion had her dripping juice, desperate to feel him come around her finger. She moved faster, loving how his ass clenched, daring her to withdraw, to deny him. A light sweat broke across his back as he arched under the attack. She almost thought he’d come when Roman stopped her with a firm hand.
“You said you wanted to watch,” he rasped, smacking her ass. “So be a good girl and let me have a turn, or we’ll stop and concentrate on your spanking.”
Scarlet pouted, but removed her hand, sighing at the sudden loss of heat. She thought about begging for one more turn until Roman placed the head of his cock against Aiden’s tight pucker.
“Oh. My. God.”
Her breath stalled as Roman inched his way inside, pausing crown deep in Aiden’s hot channel. Aiden groaned, and levered back, sinking Roman inside him.
“Ah, fuck, Aiden. Don’t do that. You know I can’t control myself when you fuck yourself on me.”
“Then stop babying me, and fuck me hard!”
Roman bowed his head, a hint of defeat in the hunch of his shoulders before he reared back, pulling all but the bulbous head free before pistoning forward, claiming the man’s anal canal in one forceful stroke.
“Fuck. Yes.”
Roman dragged his cock back, slapping Aiden’s muscles with enough force the man shuffled across the bed as Roman drove in again, locking his balls against hard flesh. “Damn, you’re so fucking tight.” Roman threw his head back, plunging again. “So hot and tight I feel like my head’s going to explode.”
Aiden huffed out his breath and reached for the headboard, using it as an anchor against the punishing blows. “Damn it, Roman. I said to stop babying me. Go. Harder.”
Another slap landed on Aiden’s ass. “Looks like Scarlet isn’t the only one due for a spanking,” he rasped, bending over and scraping his teeth along Aiden’s shoulder. “Maybe she’d like…”
Roman’s voice keened into a strangled wail as Scarlet pressed against him, slipping one lube coated finger down his buttocks, rimming his anus. He snapped his head around, releasing one hand from Aiden’s hips to drag her closer, twisting her lips open as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth, mimicking the motion of his cock. She submitted, surrendering her body as she moved her finger through his nether hole, revelling in his muted curse.
“Fuck, Scarlet.” He squeezed his eyes shut, slamming his hips against Aiden’s flesh. “So fucking good.”
She moaned, forging her finger back and forth as she reached for Aiden. He cursed when she wrapped her hand around his cock, pumping it hard, using his weeping cum to ease her way. Muted cries shadowed her name, their bodies moving as one. She felt Aiden’s cock flare a moment before Roman pinched her clit.
“Yes.”
Two male voices echoed her cry as Aiden punched his hips forward and creamed her hand, spurting his release across the sheets. Roman followed his lover, jerking against him, throwing his head back with a cry of pure ecstasy.
Scarlet gloried in their release as she eased back on her heels, watching Roman hunch over Aiden, resting some of his weight on the man’s back. Something shifted inside her, but she lost sense of it when Roman pulled her in for one more drugging kiss.
“So much for just watching, huh, darling.”
She could only shrug, smiling as she raised her hand, licking the remnants of Aiden’s release from her fingers. The man groaned, and pulled her down, sidling her between them.
“Get some rest,” he rasped, linking his hand with Roman’s as it draped across her hip. “’Cause once we catch our breath, you’re going to wish you had.”
* * * *
“God, damn. Son of a bitch!”
Roman stormed in the room behind Scarlet, slamming the door. He
punched the cushions, anger twitching the vein in his temple. Aiden followed a few moments later, slamming it shut even harder.
“Fuck, I thought we had him!” Aiden kicked a chair across the room. “Everything pointed to him!”
Roman cursed, plunking down on the edge of the sofa. “So did I.” He raked a shaky hand through his hair. “Damn, he even had the fucking pictures pinned up. How the Christ is he not the right pervert?”
Scarlet sighed, watching the two men fume. They’d finally caught a break. Glade’s chauffeur had an alias, with a rap sheet a mile long. They’d followed the man for two days, staking out his room, gathering enough evidence to get a warrant. PD had picked him up an hour ago at a stripper joint. But it hadn’t panned out. The bastard wasn’t the killer, just a sick jerk who liked filming pretty women without their knowledge. He’d had alibis for all six murders and the partial’s they’d retrieved from the last victim’s car hadn’t matched.
She looked down at her hands, trying to ignore how much they trembled. The stress was getting to her. Every day the photo shoots got more risqué, and they all knew it was just a matter of time before he struck again. Just her luck. Her first full nude centrefold, legs spread wide, nipples pinched against her skin, would turn out to be her obituary picture.
She tried to laugh, but it came out as a hysterical hiccup. Both men turned at the sound, watching her through lowered lids. Their affair had taken second seat to the job, but they’d still managed to surround her with soft gentle touches. It’d pushed her even further over the edge. She’d fallen in love with them…and she feared this time, there was no turning back.
Roman sighed and joined her on the bed, cradling her into the crook of his shoulder. “I’m sorry, darling. You’re the one taking all the chances here. We just feel so damn helpless.” He brushed a kiss across her forehead. “We’ve got a few more days before Glade’s tastes turn completely pornographic. If we haven’t caught the guy by then, I’m pulling you out.”
Scarlet pulled away, breaking his embrace as she surged to her feet. “Since when did you become my keeper?” she challenged.
“Since I told you we loved you.” Roman towered over her. “Maybe you still don’t believe us, but we’re not about to lose you because of your stubborn pride.”
“Pride! I’ve spent the last four days strutting around half naked, and for what? So you can get all possessive on me and pull me out?” She took a step back. “I don’t think so. We stay until we nail this bastard, or…”
Her voice trailed off, but Roman finished it for her. “Or until the creep kills you.” He moved, snaking one hand around her waist as the other grabbed her back. She tried to resist, but Aiden moved in behind her, locking her against him. She beat at Roman’s chest, tears falling down her cheeks.
“What good will it do? He’ll track me down, one way or another.”
Aiden rasped his lips along her neck, breathing across the shell of her ear. “We’ll never let that bastard hurt you. Hell, we’ll shadow you every second of the day if that’s what it takes. He’ll never have you…you belong to us.” He dipped down and placed a hot kiss on her shoulder. “Perhaps it’s time we showed you just how much.”
“But…” Her voice faded as her gaze met Roman’s. He looked as scared as she felt, and for the first time, she saw the case through their eyes. How would she feel if someone was stalking them? If their fate was nothing more than a carved up photo in a file on a desk? Just thinking about it made her stomach heave.
Strong hands removed her clothes, caressing each inch of skin. This wasn’t sex. It was a loving…a physical show of their commitment. She let her head fall back on Aiden’s shoulder, loving how he pulled her against him, rubbing his skin across hers. It was always so warm, and she loved how he touched her until their temperatures matched. Who was she kidding? She loved him.
“You’re so beautiful,” said Roman, picking her up and laying her across the soft sheets. “Everett was right. You’re the perfect Christmas angel.” He eased closer, tasting her lips with a fleeting kiss. “We’ll do this nice and slow. Just know this. Once we’re finished, you’ll never be free.”
“I don’t want to be,” she whispered, loving how both men watched her, their eyes narrowed, lips turned up at the edges. “And I don’t want easy. I want you to claim me.” She nipped at Aiden’s lip, knowing he loved the slight pain as much as she did. “I need more than just a gentle fuck. I need you to love me like you’ll never let me go.”
The men exchanged a heated glance before flipping her over, straddling her legs around Aiden’s thighs. Roman moved in behind her, jerking her head back with a sharp tug of her hair. “Oh, we’ll never let you go, darling. But you can only push us so far.” He nipped at her neck, slapping his hand across her ass. Damn, why did the pain feel so good?
Aiden cupped her waist, drawing small circles across her hip. “We were going to spend hours worshipping you. Licking your sweet pussy, building you up slowly. But, damn, when you talk like that.” He wrapped one hand around her back, pulling her forward. “Guess we’ll do that next time. Now place those lovely breasts against my chest while Roman gets you ready.”
Scarlet moved with him, certain his grip would’ve shifted her regardless, and laid her chest on his, moaning out at the sensual way her drew patterns along her back. Aiden smiled against her hair, dropping a quick kiss.
“Do you know how hard it’s been touching you these past few days without taking you like this?” His breath rustled her hair as he blew it out in a long sigh. “Just watching Roman get the lube is driving me crazy. Damn, I can’t wait until it’s my turn.”
Scarlet tilted her chin, meeting his gaze. “Roman doesn’t have to be first.”
Aiden smiled and reached for her cheek, drawing his finger down the soft curve. “That’s very sweet, baby. But I haven’t even had a chance to love you yet, and I’m not about to pass up this opportunity.” His eyes darkened as the bed dipped against Roman’s weight. “But I’ll have you next. Make no mistake about that.”
She smiled, and caught his finger in her mouth as he traced her lips, sucking it inside with the same motion she’d used to drain him the other night. He groaned, and punched his hips up, wrapping her wet lips around his thick shaft. She matched his motion, riding his cock, closing her eyes against the sharp pulse of her clit. She’d never responded so quickly before, going from hopeful to horny in a heartbeat, with coming full force two after that. But just feeling Roman’s hands trace the full curve of her ass as she rode Aiden’s cock had her release hinging on the edge, one touch away from exploding.
“You’ve got the most amazing ass.” Roman massaged her skin, easing some of the nerves fluttering her stomach. “I’ve been dreaming about this since that first time on the bearskin rug, but there was something missing.” Aiden’s hands joined his. “It’s not missing anymore.” He leant forward, licking her earlobe. “I’m going to enter you first. Let you get used to the sensation of having me inside you. Then Aiden will join us. You’ll be full of us. So damn full you won’t be able to tell which part of your body belongs to you…because it all belongs to us. We told you you’re our soul, and we’ll prove it.” He eased back, keeping one large hand pressed between her shoulder blades. “Stay just like this, and trust me not to hurt you.”
Scarlet shot him a quick glance over her shoulder, licking Aiden’s nipple as she anchored her hands around the man’s shoulder. The smile she flashed him ended with a resounding smack to her ass, making the juice flow from her slit and her eyes squeeze shut.
“I suggest you rein in that saucy attitude, or I’ll spank your ass red before I fuck it.” He landed another whack, slightly harder. She tried to find anger in his dominance, but her clenching pussy begged for more. Roman chuckled and smoothed his hand over her flushed flesh. “Never knew the pain could be so hot, did you?” he moaned, sinking two broad fingers inside her sex, building the need. “Just wait. This is going to be blow your mind.”
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p; “Oh. God!”
Her voice was husky and raw, as if it’d been dragged out from deep inside her, as Roman circled her anus, easing his slippery finger past her tight muscles and sinking it inside her. She tried not to hunger for the impalement, but couldn’t stop from thrusting back when he retreated. Roman grunted and plunged again.
“Damn. You’re so fucking tight.” He pulled back, adding a second finger to her virgin tissues. “Can you feel how badly your body wants me inside you? Every inch is clinging to my fingers, begging me to give you more.” He removed his hand smearing more lube against her pucker, spreading it inside, coating her hot walls with the slick fluid. “Okay, darling. I can’t wait any longer. Just try to relax.”
Scarlet wanted to, but the tight press of his cock against her tender hole had her tensing. Aiden shifted beneath her, pulling her closer, capturing her lips as his fingers danced through her slit, swirling juice around her clit. She cried into his mouth, losing herself in his intimate caress as Roman tried again, pulling her cheeks apart, pressing his crown against her hole. There was a moment of intense pressure before his cock slipped inside. He stopped, the bulbous head lodged tight.
Her cry was dark and deep, keening into a hungry wail as he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt.
“Fuck, Aiden. Get you cock inside her, before I cream her ass.”
Aiden lifted her hips, angling her deeper, wrenching another moan from her chest. She was full, so full of Roman she didn’t see how Aiden would fit inside her. She stilled when he swirled his cock around her sex, coating it with her thick cream. She unclenched her eyes long enough to look at him, stunned by the love in his eyes as he lodged his head at her entrance, pulling her onto him in one strong thrust.
Scarlet screamed. There was no other way to express the sheer pleasure and pain coursing through her. Aiden’s rough entrance sent her pussy into spasm, the rough play of his pubic hair over her clit making her orgasm. She reared up, arching around two sets of male hands, her body exploding into a thousand pinpoints of light. She couldn’t open her eyes, couldn’t move as they started up a gentle rhythm, countering their thrusts, filling one channel then the next. Colours blurred across her vision, sounds she didn’t recognise floated in her head as their bodies became one—a writhing mass of flesh and muscle.
