Chapter 21
Troy
Rhett met my eyes over Aimee’s head as we walked deeper into our apartment and he closed and locked the door.
He was smiling like he couldn’t contain it, and I felt the same intense joy, though a bit more on the inside.
This wasn’t just sex anymore—this was love, openly declared and accepted.
I had everything I’d never dared to want, not just Rhett’s love, but Aimee’s too.
I reached for them both, unable to keep my hands to myself for a second longer.
“I love you,” I said as I pulled Aimee against me, and reached for Rhett. “Both of you. So fucking much.”
Rhett moved behind Aimee, bracketing her between us, pressing his lips to the sensitive spot below her ear that made her gasp.
“We love you too.” He met my eyes over her shoulder, that familiar mischievous gleam returning.
“Now that we’ve settled that, can we please tear each other’s clothes off? I’ve been hard since the restaurant.”
Aimee laughed, the sound vibrating against my chest where she was pressed against me. “Romantic as always, Rhett.”
His hands were already working at the buttons of her blouse. “I’m a simple man with simple needs. And right now, I need both of you naked and so close there’s not even room for air between us.”
I couldn’t deny him that. I grabbed the hem of Aimee’s shirt, tugging it upward as she lifted her arms to help.
Bending down, I pressed my lips to the silky skin of her shoulder, trailing kisses down to the lace edge of her bra.
She shivered under my touch, her hands tangling in my hair as Rhett worked on removing her pants from behind.
Rhett groaned, resting his forehead against Aimee’s shoulder. “Shit, Olive and Cheeto want out.”
“Now?” Aimee whined.
“They can’t stay locked up all night.”
“Go,” I urged him, spinning Aimee in my arms so I could kiss her properly. “I’ll keep her warm for you.”
He pressed a quick kiss to Aimee’s bare shoulder before bolting out of the room. “Be right back!”
As soon as he was out of sight, I captured Aimee’s mouth with mine, kissing her with everything I was feeling.
She melted against me, her arms winding around my neck as she pressed her half-naked body to mine.
I walked her backward until her back hit the wall, my hands exploring every inch of exposed skin.
“I can’t believe you’re ours,” I murmured, bending to suck on a hard nipple.
“Already was. Just couldn’t admit it.” Her back arched as she pressed up into my mouth, her fingernails scraping my scalp as she hauled me closer. I swirled my tongue, smiling a little at the way she bucked against the touch. Our girl was so responsive, and I loved it.
“Now, that’s what I like to see.” Rhett’s voice broke through our moment, and we both turned to find him standing naked in the hallway, his erection jutting proudly before him.
He flashed a shameless grin. “Didn’t want to waste time, so I stripped while I was walking.
Slut mode includes an efficiency setting. ”
“You’ve lost your goddamn mind.” I barked out a laugh, shaking my head at his antics even as my cock went rock hard, because he was fucking gorgeous. Ridiculous, but gorgeous.
“Slut mode is a real thing!” He sauntered toward us like he wasn’t exposed, his cock bobbing with each step. “And you love it.”
“I do,” I admitted, reaching for him as he neared, pulling him in for a deep kiss that he returned with enthusiasm.
Aimee watched us, her eyes dark with desire as her hands worked at the button of my jeans. “I want you both,” she said, her voice low and urgent. “Inside me. Together. Want to be joined to both of you.”
We broke apart, both staring at her. “You mean...” Rhett started, his voice trailing off as he processed her words.
Her fingers deftly unzipped my fly. “I’m on the pill. We’ve all been tested. I trust you. I want to feel you both, no barriers.”
I groaned, the image her words conjured sending a surge of heat straight to my groin. “Are you sure?”
Her answer was to push my jeans and boxers down in one smooth motion, freeing my aching cock. “I’m sure,” she whispered, wrapping her fingers around me. “I want to be filled by both of you. Connected completely. Connecting you.”
Rhett made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, moving closer to help strip Aimee of the rest of her clothing.
Between the three of us, we made short work of the remaining barriers, clothes flying in all directions until we were all gloriously naked, hands and mouths exploring with newfound urgency.
The sight of Rhett’s hand between Aimee’s legs transfixed me, his fingers glistening with her arousal as he worked them in and out of her.
Meanwhile, Aimee’s small hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him with the perfect pressure that made his breath hitch.
The heady cocktail of love and lust that I felt for both of them in that moment was like a riptide pulling me under, and I had no desire to fight it.
“Bedroom,” Aimee gasped as Rhett’s thumb found her clit. “Now.”
We stumbled down the hall, a tangle of limbs and breathless laughter, pausing every few steps to kiss and touch. When we reached my room, I took control, pushing Rhett backward onto the bed with more force than was necessary, a move I knew drove him wild.
“On your back.” Satisfaction surged through me as he complied immediately, spreading his legs in invitation. I settled between his thighs, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock and giving it a firm stroke before taking him into my mouth.
The taste of him was familiar now, and no less devastating.
I swirled my tongue around the head, savoring the salty-sweet flavor of precome before taking him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked.
Aimee knelt on the bed beside us, one hand skimming over my hair, coaxing me to continue sucking, the other cupping Rhett’s chin as she leaned down to kiss him.
“Fuck, Troy,” Rhett groaned against Aimee’s lips, his hips bucking against my grip. “So good. Your mouth... so good.”
I took him deeper, relaxing my throat to accommodate his impressive length, all while watching through half-lidded eyes as Rhett slid his fingers between Aimee’s thighs once more.
She moaned into their kiss, rocking against his hand, and I imagined he was stretching her for what was to come, preparing her to take us both.
The thought sent a wild pulse of need through me, and I sucked Rhett in deep, determined to drive him to the edge of control.
“Wait,” he gasped, his free hand pushing at my shoulder. “Gonna come if you don’t stop.”
I released him with a wet pop, licking my lips as I straightened up. “Can’t have that. Not yet.” I reached for a pillow from the head of the bed, tapping Rhett’s hip. “Lift up.”
He obeyed without question, raising his hips so I could slide the cushion beneath him, elevating his lower body at the perfect angle. Then I turned to Aimee, who was watching us with heavy-lidded eyes, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.
“Come here.” I guided her to straddle Rhett’s hips, positioning myself behind her, my hands on her waist as I slowly lowered her onto Rhett’s waiting cock. The sight of him disappearing inside her, inch by delicious inch, made my mouth water with want.
“Oh god,” she moaned, her head falling back against my shoulder as Rhett filled her completely. “So deep.”
I reached for the lube on the bedside table, squirting a generous amount onto my palm before wrapping my hand around my cock. The cool gel warmed quickly as I stroked myself, watching Aimee begin to move on Rhett, rising and falling in a rhythm that had both of them panting.
Unable to resist, I reached between them with my still-slick hand, finding Rhett’s balls and massaging them as Aimee rode him.
He cursed, his hips bucking up harder, driving deeper into Aimee.
Entranced by the up-close view of the two of them joined, I slipped a finger inside her, making sure she was slick and ready, sliding it along the underside of his swollen cock, teasing him.
“Please,” she begged, reaching back to grab my hip. “I want you both. Now.”
I moved closer, coaxing her to lean forward to give me better access, and she arched her back, bracing herself against Rhett’s chest as she ground down on him.
I dragged myself against her pussy, the head of my cock nudging against where they were joined.
I could feel Rhett’s shaft pulsing with the same desperate need that consumed me.
With exquisite care, I began to press forward, stretching her impossibly wider as I entered alongside Rhett.
The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced—hot, tight, and indescribably intimate.
Not just Aimee’s body gripping me, but the slide of Rhett’s cock against mine, every ridge and vein pressed into mine.
It was the closest physical expression of what we’d become—three separate beings joined into one incredible whole.
Aimee screamed, her body trembling between us. “It’s too much,” she gasped, even as her hips rocked back, taking me deeper. “Too full.”
I ran a soothing hand down her back and stilled, preparing to back off if we were hurting her.
“No, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Need you both.”
“We’ve got you.” I pressed my lips to the spot where her neck met her shoulder. “Just breathe. Let us in.”
Rhett’s hands gripped her hips, steadying her as I continued my slow, inexorable push inward. “So good,” he groaned, his eyes locked on mine over her shoulder. “Fuck, Troy, I can feel you.”
When I was seated fully inside, all three of us stilled, breathing hard, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation. I’d never felt this kind of connection, this soul-deep joining, and it was fucking beautiful.
“I love you,” Aimee sobbed, writhing between us as she reached back to grab my ass, holding me where she needed me. She was fucking beautiful like this, impaled on us.