wanted to tell him, “Listen, my dude—my entire existence right now is this house and the two of you. Any plans I have will be canceled at once if the alternative is getting kinky with you and your husband.”
Instead, I went with the slightly more dignified and less desperate-sounding, Tomorrow night is good.
Awesome, he replied. So tell me about your toys…
Nine
Will
Aaron was just starting the dishwasher when I walked into the kitchen. He glanced up. “Hey. He’ll be here soon, right?”
I nodded, and I thought he grinned as he turned to tuck the dish detergent under the sink. Excitement radiated off him so much that I couldn’t help grinning myself. As he stood up again, I slid my hands over his hips, and I nuzzled behind his ear. “Are we a little excited, baby?”
Aaron pressed back against me, tilting his head like he always did when he wanted me to kiss his neck. “You think?”
“I haven’t even told you everything he and I have planned.” I paused to let my lips skate along the side his neck, right where I knew he wanted it. “Or all the things we’re going to do to you later on down the line.”
He made a sound like he was trying not to whimper, but couldn’t quite hold it back.
I laughed, knowing damn well the rush of breath across his skin drove him wild. “I’ve got a few things in mind for tonight.” I flicked my tongue below his ear, then kissed the same spot, relishing the way his knees wobbled with the touch. “Pretty sure I can make both of you squirm for hours.”
Aaron exhaled, rubbing his ass against my hard-on.
“Think I should torture you both?” I teased. “Make you tell me everything you want to do to each other, but not let you?”
He made a choked, helpless sound. “What… Whatever you want to do.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” I laughed softly as I curved my hand around the front of his throat, and his low moan thrummed against my palm. “Jesus, Aaron—just thinking about tonight…” I pressed my erection against him again, groaning at the subtle friction. Sliding my other hand over his flat stomach and pulling him closer, I murmured against his neck, “How would you like it if I let him flog you until you’re in tears, and then I fucked you until I came?”
Aaron’s knees went slack. He planted a hand on the counter as he pushed out a ragged breath. “Yes. Please.”
“Would you like that?” I nipped his skin. “Would you like it if he watched while I fucked you?”
“Oh my God…”
“Or better yet, if I made you blow him at the same time?”
“Yes.” The single syllable burst out of him, and he shivered against me. “Please.”
I lifted my head, gently turned him around, and drew him in close. “You like the sound of that?”
“Uh-huh.”
I grinned just before I claimed a kiss, and Aaron wrapped his arms around my neck. Sliding my hands up his back, I released a muffled groan—I loved how responsive and needy he was when I promised him something hot and kinky. Kelly wasn’t even here yet. We weren’t even in the bedroom yet, never mind playing, but Aaron was already slipping into that headspace. I could feel it in his kiss and in the way he leaned into me as if he couldn’t quite hold himself up. When I drew back, I could see it in his heavy-lidded eyes, and I wanted to just gaze at him and get high on his surrender. By the time Kelly and I got started with him, he’d be pliant and ready. Putty in both our hands.
“Do you know how hot this is for me?” I asked between kisses. “Having two beautiful submissives at my beck and call?” I ground my erection against his. “I was at half-mast almost all day just thinking about it.”
“Mmph.” He shivered again. “Can… Can do something about that. If you want.” There was a note of pleading in his voice that turned me on beyond words. He wasn’t just offering so he could please me—he was begging me to let him please me. To this day, I couldn’t get over how much it turned Aaron on to please me any way I ordered him to.
“Maybe I should let you,” I whispered.
“Please?” That single, breathy syllable was too hot for words, and we did have time yet before Kelly was due to arrive.