I didn’t pull from Easton’s eyes but could feel Aaron in the room, silently watching us. Waiting.
“Are you sure about this?” Easton put his finger under my chin and lifted it until my eyes met his. I wet my lips, the taste of champagne still on them, and nodded.
“Open your knees.”
Gripping the edge of the bed, I parted my legs, the silky fabric of my dress clinging to my inner thighs.
He sank to his knees before me. Running his hand down to my calf, he gave the muscle a possessive squeeze before undoing the satin strap of my right stiletto. Carefully, he removed the shoe and set it aside, then moved to the left. In the dim bedroom light, I watched his features tighten in attentive concentration as his strong hands made quick work of the delicate heels. From somewhere to the left, Aaron let out a soft cough and every inch of my body tightened.
My bare feet settled on the wood floor as he ran his palms reverently up my bare legs, stopping at my open knees. His gaze flicked to mine. “Wider,” he said hoarsely, and pushed them further apart.
I yielded, allowing him to stretch my legs open and lift my dress, draping it outside my knees so that I was fully exposed. He smiled when he saw my lack of panties, and ran a tender hand across my damp folds. His fingers spread me, then pushed so deeply inside that the platinum glint of his wedding ring disappeared. I gasped at the intrusion—finally—and his eyes darkened at how wet and needy I was. “Tell me what you want.”
I met his eyes. “Him.”
He swore and his fingers withdrew, then pushed back in, pumping across my neediest point. “Where?”
“Right here. On our bed.” My eyes dropped and I could see the instant and stiffening response of his cock.
“When?”
I looked past him and at Aaron, my stomach tightening as I saw him hunched against our dresser, his face turned to me, his hands gripping the edge of the mahogany. Our eyes met and he stood, reaching back and pulling his shirt over his head, his face tight with hunger and want.
Hunger. Want. And expectation. It was a fierce and heart-stopping combination, the look one I’d never seen on him, the heat in his eyes all but searing through my skin. Naked, he stepped forward and my knees opened wider, welcoming him in.
I dug my nails into the fabric of Easton’s shirt. “Now.”
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Aaron came forward until he was beside E. His hand closed on my left foot, Easton’s closed on my right, and they brought my legs up, my back hitting the bed, my body open. Between my legs, Easton’s other hand continued its movement, working faster as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. I met his eyes and they burned into me, his face tight with arousal, watching me as my body tightened, my orgasm close.
I clutched at his shoulder, my legs trembling. Aaron moved closer, his eyes on Easton’s hand, and I felt almost dizzy at what he must be seeing. He reached out and cupped my breast, his fingers rolling over the nipple. I closed my hand over his, trapping it on the breast. “Squeeze it,” I panted. “Harder.”
“She likes it rough,” Easton bit out. “Pinch them.”
“I’m gonna—” I pinched my eyes tightly shut, feeling the orgasm approaching. Pushing out with my legs, I arched into E’s hand, my breasts lighting on fire as Aaron pinched my nipple tightly. His bare dick poked into my leg and I broke, stiffening as the orgasm crashed, then swelled, then broke. I let it happen, knowing that Easton would soften his touch, that he’d slide another finger in when I needed it, that he’d hold me in place if I slipped off the bed and onto the floor.
When I opened my eyes, Aaron was pulling away from me and ripping open a condom wrapper. I watched through hooded eyes as he brought the latex ring to his cock and saw the tremble of his hand as he tried to work it over the swollen head. “Hey,” I reached out and gripped his arm. “No rush.”
Glancing up, he gave me a sheepish smile. “Honestly, it’s the first time I’ve put a condom on in four years. I’m rusty. And nervous.”
I laid back and waited, caressing my bare breasts, my confidence emboldened by his nerves. Turning my head, I saw Easton standing at the side, his gaze on me, eyes burning with heat.
“Put your fingers in yourself,” he ordered. “Show him how wet you are.”
I flicked my gaze to Aaron and slowly ran one hand down my stomach and across the thin strip of hair between my legs. I pushed a finger in, then a second, opening my legs and showing him the tight fit around my knuckles. His eyes followed the motion, and his breath shortened as he stroked his cock in rhythm with my fingers. “Fuck me,” I begged. “Please.”