13. Dom
CHAPTER 13
dom
I relax on a barstool facing the dance floor to finish off my drink and watch as Aidan and Emma dance. He pulls her flush against him, one knee pressing between hers as they grind on each other and sway to the music. I’m entranced as Emma’s eyes meet mine, her hands working through Aidan’s hair and pulling his face into her neck. He responds by dragging his hands up her sides to her breasts and back down to her hips.
Watching my best friend and my girl is hot as fuck, and I have to readjust the hard-on that’s pressing painfully against the zipper of my jeans.
“You sure this is what you want? You really want to go through with this? Aidan has fallen fast and hard and you seem to have it bad for her. It’s not too late to call it before we get too far, Dom,” Cruz advises while sipping on his beer, ever the one to keep his feelings locked up tight.
I keep my eyes glued to the scene on the dance floor, thinking over his words. Voyeurism is my kink. I also get off by dictating the scene. And there’s nothing I want more than to tell my boys exactly how to please the woman in front of me.
I notice everything. The way they seek her out, the way they look at her and shamelessly flirt, and I’d be stupid to ignore her reaction to them. Her face lights up when she talks to Aidan, the two of them lost in their own world, and I know she squirms and melts when Cruz is giving her attention. It’s deeper than wanting to fuck her.
I know they want a taste of my sweet girl, and they know I want to share. But it extends far more than that for both of them. Aidan’s just as in love with her as I am, and whether Cruz ever admits it or not, it’s written all over his damn face that he is, too.
She’s intoxicating.
Addictive.
Our sweet girl is going to be the reason we’re tied together forever.
Aidan and Emma seem completely lost to each other and the beat of the music now. Her blood-red dress hugs her like a second skin, riding up her thighs, and Aidan’s greedy hands roam over every inch. It’s hot as fuck to watch them grind on each other, the way she molds to his body, his hands wandering all over her curves. Not an ounce of jealousy courses through me. The opposite actually. I’m turned on.
“Oh yeah, you’re good with it. Fine by me. You know I’ve wanted a piece of her since you hired her. Which, by the way, you think I don’t know that was for your own damn viewing pleasure and fun?”
“Fuck off. You’re lucky I’m willing to share at all,” I lie. “But this is her choice, Cruz. If she says no, it’s over.”
“We don’t need to be told twice. No one wants to force anyone. Not unless she’s into that. But I’m not gonna sit here and make it easy on her. You know she wants all of us. We’ve all seen it.”
Cruz drops his empty glass to the hard bar top and walks through the crowd, eyes focused on Emma. He easily steps in with them, not giving a fuck what anyone thinks. The red and pink lights flash sporadically around the dance floor, the music pumping loudly, but all I can see is the three of them. Emma’s head drops back in a laugh as Aidan spins her around, her hair whipping wildly around her face.
A better man would be jealous of the possessive hold Cruz and Aidan have on her body, but only lust is ignited and flows through my veins. I watch them for several more songs before my resolve snaps. Ready to join them and be with my girl tonight, I slip in easily behind Emma, and she immediately drops her head back on my chest, my hands resting on her waist. Aidan and Cruz stay glued to her front and the view of Aidan peppering Emma’s neck with open-mouthed kisses has my cock hardening further.
“Naughty girl,” I whisper in her ear, my breath tickling her, goosebumps scattering across the area beneath my lips.
Aidan lays one last kiss on her jawline and meets my eyes in question. I give him a subtle nod in agreement, just as I did to Cruz. They wouldn’t touch what’s mine without my permission first. The three of us have been through too much together to fuck it up. The respect and love go deeper than anything else. But this? This, we planned. And the fact that they’ve both given me an out doesn’t go unnoticed. Nothing will ever come between us.
Aidan frames Emma’s face with his hands and hovers his lips in front of hers, waiting for permission. She responds naturally, tilting her head back as her eyes find mine, needing to know if this is okay with me.
Good girl.
I nod and she turns back to Aidan, accepting his kiss and meeting it eagerly. Their connection gets deeper as we continue to dance to the music. I kiss the length of her neck, dragging my tongue from the base to the soft spot under her ear. The feeling of her in my arms while my best friend makes out with her and the other holds her with me is exactly what I wanted.
The kiss breaks and she turns, meeting my eyes. I see my thoughts reflected back at me. She’s ready to get out of here.
* * *
Once we’re home, Emma drops her bag at the front door and turns to face me, lust etched into her features. I don’t make her wait. Pushing her against the wall of the entryway, I lean down and take her mouth with mine and am granted the sexiest fucking moan. She tastes sweet like the Kiss Me shots she was shooting all night with Lily. I lick into her mouth before pulling her tongue into mine, sucking the flavor from her. Our mouths clash together in a frantic race to connect.
Reaching down, I grab the fabric of her dress and pull up, her arms lifting to aid me in ripping it from her body. Once she’s freed, my hands find their home on the smooth skin of her sides, running down her body until I grip her ass firmly in my hands and lift. She wraps her legs around me, heels digging into my lower back, our lips never breaking the kiss. Fuck, she tastes so fucking sweet.
Ready to get things moving, I carry her to my bedroom and close the door behind me, but not completely, knowing my boys will be right behind us. With her still in my arms, I unsnap her bra, pulling it from her body as her breasts drop free from their confines. Dropping my head, I suck a nipple into my mouth, her hands moving to the back of my head to hold me in place. My tongue lashes at her smooth skin until her nipples are still, hard peaks.
“Dom! That feels so damn good, don’t stop.”
Her nails dig into my scalp as I suck hard, pulling off of her with a pop. Dropping her to her feet, I pull down her panties, ready to get my hands on that perfect little cunt.
I sit down on the edge of the bed with the full-length mirror directly in front of us, the door to my bedroom right next to it, and I pull Emma onto my lap. Her naked body is so pliable in my large arms, and I easily situate her, her ass against my hard cock, each leg spread over mine, opening her up wide. My eyes don’t leave our reflection in the mirror. She arches and gyrates against my cock that’s pressing heavy against her lower back through my pants. My calloused hands run roughly up the smooth skin of her sides until I can cup her tits with my palms. She arches further into me, dropping her head back against my shoulder as I pull on her nipples. Rolling the stiff little buds in between my thumb and pointer finger, I pinch, just until she makes that sweet as fuck wince that I love to work out of her.
Fuck, I love the way this woman feels in my arms. The door in front of us flies open and Emma stiffens, trying to close her legs and cover herself with her hands. I keep her spread open, holding her still and on display.
Aidan stands frozen in the doorway, his eyes on my sexy girl. I recognize the feral, hungry look on his face—the one reserved for when he looks at Emma. The three of us planned this weekend expertly. We eased her into the idea of sharing her and now it’s time for the grand finale. She’ll either go for it or put an end to it. But I know my sweet girl, she wants them just as bad as they want her, and I can’t fucking wait to watch it all unfold.
“Like what you see, brother?”
His eyes flick back to me, uncaring and unashamed that he just walked in on me about to fuck my woman, even if this was the plan all along. But Emma doesn’t need to know that right now.
“Fuck yeah, I do. Look at her, Dom. She’s fucking sweet perfection.”
I drag my fingers across Emma’s neck, pushing her hair off to hang on one shoulder. My lips connect with the soft space under her ear before whispering to her.
“Are you okay with this, milaya devochka ?”
“ Are you ?”
“Only if you are.”
She nods her confirmation, and my heart rate picks up. Such a good girl for me.
“You wanna taste of my girl, Aidan? Come get it.”
I spread my legs further to make room for him between us, spreading Emma impossibly wide, opening up that little pussy for him to devour. Aidan’s eyes flash to mine before stepping into the room, focused on the meal in front of him. Each of his steps is slow and purposeful, his eyes heavily lidded, taking in every smooth piece of her lithe body, her perfect, soft skin, her small, perky breasts, the tightness around her trim waist, and her glistening pussy—a beacon straight to her sweet cunt.
Aidan steps between our legs before dropping to his knees. Emma’s breath hitches, leaning back further into me.
“Relax, sweet girl. It’s going to feel so good,” I reassure her as I pull on her nipples some more. Her little moans fuel Aidan because his hands finally reach out to touch her, rubbing slowly upward from her ankles to her thighs, taking his time before dropping his head down between her legs and inhaling deeply. Cruz and Aidan are polar opposites. Where Aidan is soft and a giver, Cruz is hard and will pillage and take until depletion. The two sharing a woman is a recipe for fucking perfection.
Pleasure and pain.
Praise and degradation.
He looks up at us as he sticks his tongue out and runs the flat of it up her slit. Emma’s legs strain on mine, already shaking. Her body is so damn responsive.
“Make our girl feel good, Aidan. Make her fucking weep for us.”
He doesn’t waste any more time, dipping his head into her and ravishing her for the first time.
“Ohh, god! That feels . . .”
“You like that, milaya devochka ? You like to be spread out on my lap while my best friend eats your cunt?”
“Oh, god, Dom,” she moans out her words as her body convulses.
“Oh yeah, she likes it. She just fucking gushed for me.”
“Looks like I missed the party invitation,” Cruz announces as he walks into the bedroom and shrugs out of his leather jacket, tossing it on the chair in the corner. Emma whimpers in my arms and it takes all of my effort to pry my eyes away from hers in the mirror to talk to Cruz.
“You’re late, not our fault, asshole.”
Cruz walks up to us, kneeling down next to Aidan, feral, unhinged desire set deep in his expression.
“How does she taste?” he asks, his voice deep and husky.
“Oh, god, this can’t be happening,” Emma moans as her hands grip the sheets on either side of us.
“God isn’t here, Em, just us,” Aidan says against her wet center.
Cruz slips his hand in, and based on the way Emma moves, he’s pushing fingers inside her, her body jerking back against me.
“That’s it, milaya devochka, just accept what we’re giving you. This is nothing yet,” I whisper against her ear.
“Fuck, Dom. This pussy is so tight,” he growls before removing his hand and bringing his fingers up to his mouth, sucking and licking them clean. “Oh, fuck, angel, you’re making me so fucking hard right now. You taste so good.”
“I know. She’s so fucking sweet.”
Aidan grips her thighs that are spread over my legs, digging his fingers into the meaty flesh of them, pushing his face further into her center.
“That’s it, Aidan, fucking eat her. Make her messy. She needs to be good and ready.”
“Oh, fuck, Dom. It feels so good.”
“Finger her, Cruz. Now.”
Cruz puts his hand back between Aidan and Emma, pumping firmly into her slick heat. He leans in, pushing my hand out of his way and sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. Her legs continue to shake, her arm snaking up and wrapping around my neck, pulling me into her. My lips trail open-mouthed kisses along her narrow neck, sucking and biting at the tender skin there, her moans filling the air as the three of us work in unison to bring her to the edge.
“Scream for us, sweet girl. Show them how pretty you are when you come.”
“Fuuuuuck!”
She does exactly what she’s told, her screams echoing off the bedroom walls.
“Fuck,” Cruz groans. “She’s gripping me so tight. Holy fuck.”
I don’t hold back my smirk. Her pussy is too good, tightening like a vise grip when she comes, it takes all my effort every time not to let her milk me dry. Aidan pulls his head back from her, eyes still focused on the pussy in front of him. Cruz pulls his hand back, his fingers slick with her arousal. He studies them for a moment before his eyes meet hers.
“Look what a mess you made, angel. Now clean it up.”
My eyes are glued to the mirror as Cruz wipes his fingers across her plump lips before stuffing them in her mouth until she gags. Her tongue curls over the digits as she sucks the arousal off, licking them clean before he pulls them out.
My hand runs through her hair as I praise her for showing my boys how good she is. I knew she would love having all three of us. Because she was made just for us.