gaze with lust-filled eyes, and he grinned as he thrust hard into Aaron’s ass. “This turning you on?”
I nodded, running a hand over my clothed cock just to relieve this need for friction. “Uh-huh. A lot.”
He nuzzled his husband’s ear. “What do you think? Should I let him jerk off while he watches me fuck you?”
Aaron lifted his head and gazed at me, his eyelids heavy and his face flushed. Holy fuck, he looked hot—turned on beyond words as every thrust from Will jerked his limp, sweaty body.
“Tell me, baby,” Will panted in his ear. “Should I let him? Look how turned on he is.”
Aaron’s gaze shifted from my face to my groin, and I slid my hand aside so he could see the bulge under my pants. Letting his head fall forward again, he murmured, “Let him.”
“You think I should?”
Aaron nodded.
Will met my gaze again, and his eyes narrowed as his grin turned impossibly wicked. “No.”
I blinked, and God help me, my dick got even harder. Pulling my hand away from it, I cursed out loud because fuck, I needed some relief, but Will had said no, and…fuck.
I couldn’t touch myself, and he kept right on plowing Aaron, and my God, this was the most sublime torture. Enough to make me wonder if I had a masochistic side after all. My dick was painfully hard, pressing miserably against the zipper of my pants, and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. I couldn’t touch it. Couldn’t free it. Couldn’t pump myself to that relief I needed like air.
And right in front of me, both groaning and gasping, Will and Aaron fucked. More than that, Will was turned on as all hell because of how blissed out and boneless his husband was, and I’d done that. I’d liquefied Aaron with the beating he’d begged me for, and now Will was balls deep in him, riding him hard after he’d gotten turned on watching me whip Aaron.
I bit back a whimper as I squirmed in the chair, the motion pushing my dick against my zipper. I was so needy at this point, I was tempted to keep moving like that until I came in my pants, but…no. No. Will hadn’t given me permission. He’d explicitly denied me permission. If I came now, if I did anything to relieve this excruciating need for friction and release, the price would be disobeying my Dom, and I couldn’t do that.
With a low groan, Will picked up speed, driving a whimper of pure ecstasy from Aaron’s lips. Then he met my gaze. “Kelly.”
I gulped. “Yeah?”
He nodded sharply at me, breathing hard as he kept thrusting fast and deep. “Get yourself off.”
Holy shit, that was almost enough to get me off then and there. I fumbled with my belt and zipper, my hands suddenly clumsy and stupid, and then I finally had my dick out. One pump made me curse as I nearly bucked right out of the chair.
“Hurry up,” he panted. “I’m almost there, and you’re going to come before I do.”
“Oh God,” I mumbled, and in seconds, I was coming, crying out so loud it probably echoed off the walls in my own house on the other side of town.
And just like that, Will bit down on Aaron’s shoulder, driving a throaty cry from him, and then he thrust deep and shuddered as he came inside his moaning, trembling husband.
All at once, all three of us were still. I slumped back in the chair, hand still on my dick as I tried to catch my breath. Will slumped over Aaron, holding himself up on shaking arms as he buried his face against Aaron’s neck.
“You all right?” Will asked him after a moment.
Aaron nodded, chin scuffing across the padding. “Mmhmm.”
Will smiled and kissed the back of Aaron’s neck. Then he carefully pushed himself up, and they both gasped as he pulled out.
Cleaning up took some work when all three of us were ready to collapse, but we managed. I went to the kitchen to get all of us some water. After we’d untied Aaron and he’d downed better than half a glass, he lay on his stomach on the bed, arms folded under the pillow on which he lay his head.
Will and I stripped off our sweaty clothes, and we lay beside Aaron to check over all the various welts and marks I’d left on his skin. A few bled a little, and some would definitely be bruised all to hell tomorrow. We exchanged