Hot and Heavy, page 23
She drew her fingertips along the lines of the tattoo on his pec. “I love them.”
“You ever think of getting a tattoo?” Aldo asked.
“I’d love to, but we never had the money to blow on something like that.” Hazel could never afford such an extravagance. She worked too hard just to make enough money to pay the bills and put food on the table.
Aldo stood still as she explored his tattoos, slowly gliding around him, touching here or there, before stepping over and giving the same long look to Kayden.
“You’re both so fucking sexy.” Hazel reached out, running her fingers over Kayden’s rock-hard pecs, tracing the lines. At some point, she’d ask them what each tattoo signified, what they represented, and why they’d gotten them, but not now.
Now, she needed to see more.
Aldo brushed her hair over her shoulder, baring one side of her neck so that he could kiss it. She bent her head, giving him easier access, Aldo the first to discover that spot just behind her ear was a major erogenous zone for her.
“That feels so good,” she whispered.
He stroked the same place with his tongue.
“Please.” She closed her lips quickly after that, too afraid she’d slip up and demand they take off the damn jeans so they could get down to the good stuff.
Unfortunately, the moment that thought crossed her mind, she realized what the good stuff entailed.
Two men. Two cocks. Two large cocks, if the bulge in Kayden’s jeans was to be believed. She already knew Aldo was well-endowed.
How did this work? Did they take turns or…
“I’ve never done anal.” She winced the second the words crossed her lips, closing her eyes, too mortified to see what they might think of the outburst.
Hazel felt a finger under her chin.
“Open your eyes,” Kayden demanded.
She did so, aware she was blushing.
“That was never on the table for tonight, Hazel. It’s our first night, our first time together, just the three of us. Despite our kinkier interests, we thought we might go a little more vanilla.” Kayden’s charming grin was too sexy for her own good.
“We’d intended to take turns, Fireball,” Aldo added. “But if that’s too much, it can just be one of us tonight.”
She shook her head rapidly. While she appreciated the compassion behind the offer, she sure as hell didn’t want that. How could she choose?
“No, I just…I don’t know why I said…God…I want to be with both of you. I’m just…” Wow. Hello, Queen of Incomplete Thoughts.
Kayden cupped her cheek, pressing his forehead against hers. “I know that trust is hard for you. I also know we’re moving at the speed of light, which isn’t helping. We don’t have to take this to the next level if you’re not ready. We would be just as cool going back to the living room and making out like teenagers on the couch if you want.”
“Kayden’s right. We’re typically patient guys.” Aldo ran his hand through his hair. “But when it comes to you, we’re failing miserably on going slow.”
“I don’t mind how fast this is going. It feels right to me. Honestly,” she stressed, hating that she’d spoken up at all.
“So we’re forging on?” Kayden asked.
She nodded. “Hell yes.”
Chapter Seventeen
Aldo had never heard two sweeter words. He grasped Hazel’s hand, pulling her to the bed. He drew the duvet down with a flourish, creating a rainfall of rose petals. Then he pushed her down to sit on the edge.
She remained perched there as he and Kayden faced her, standing side by side.
“Good. Because we’re about to get serious,” Kayden warned her.
Aldo hadn’t lied about his lack of patience. He had his pants unfastened and around his ankles in record time, provoking two very different responses from his lovers.
Hazel gasped.
Kayden chuckled. “Jesus, man. It’s not a race.”
Aldo realized Kayden hadn’t even unzipped his jeans yet. He also noticed his best friend’s gaze was locked on his cock, and he felt it twitch under Kayden’s scrutiny. It had been too fucking long. When he looked back now, he couldn’t recall why they’d thought abstinence was a good idea.
Hazel hadn’t noticed where Kayden’s attention lay, her hungry eyes glued to his dick as well. Aldo figured he was in the upper average range as far as size went, but damn if her expression didn’t feed his ego just the same.
“You ready for this, Fireball?” Aldo asked.
“God, yes.”
He was moved by her steady tone, enthralled by her bravery. Hazel Walsh had clearly been through some shit, abused by God only knew who, and knocked down enough times that her ability to trust others stood on shaky ground.
Yet here she sat. With the two of them. Putting herself in their hands.
“Kayden,” Aldo said, not looking away from Hazel. “Hurry up, man, or I’m starting without you.”
He scoffed. “You might try.”
They were empty words because Aldo could see from the corner of his eye that his threat worked. Kayden was moving, making haste.
Aldo stepped forward, urging Hazel to shift more fully onto the bed. Once she was in the middle, he claimed his side.
He and Kayden had discussed how tonight would go, had agreed that if she was willing to take things to the next level, then this first time would be all about her. God willing, there would be plenty more nights after this one. Ones where they could expand on the play between the three of them, he and Kayden taking each other as well as her.
But not this time.
Kayden crossed around the foot of the bed, the mattress dipping as he climbed in as well.
“This only goes as far as you want it to.” Aldo felt the need to offer her that reassurance once more. “We might be in control, but you hold all the power. You say stop, we stop. It’s as simple as that.”
“I don’t want to stop,” she said hastily.
That wasn’t what he said, and he needed to make sure she understood the difference. He tapped one knuckle under her chin. “You say stop, and we do,” he repeated. “Okay?”
She smiled. “Okay.”
Kayden took her face in his hands, drawing her into a kiss, and Aldo realized his friend hadn’t grabbed his yet because, as he’d said earlier, Aldo had been “hogging her.”
Aldo had kissed countless women in his life, but there was something about Hazel’s unguarded responses, the way she took her cues from him and let him guide her through the kiss that was so heady, it was hard to pull away, to share.
Now, as he watched his best friend kiss her, he realized this impacted him just as powerfully. Aldo had always been a voyeur. He loved watching others in the heat of the moment. He’d viewed more than his fair share of porn, and he’d gone to a couple sex clubs, finding as much pleasure from watching as he did from participating.
But nothing he’d ever witnessed before held a candle to watching Kayden, his best friend, his lover, kiss their girl.
Nothing.
They still had miles to go as they tried to take what they had here—three independent souls—and meld them into one being, one perfect triad. But for the first time since he and Kayden had decided what they wanted for their future, he felt real hope that they were on the precipice of achieving it.
Aldo watched them for a few moments, and he realized Kayden was struggling with the sharing part as well. They were in uncharted waters here. Hazel had been shocked to learn they’d never shared a woman before, and while they wanted to make this good for her, there were bound to be a few missteps as he and Kayden figured shit out.
Kayden deepened the kiss, pushing Hazel to the bed, on her back. He followed her down, reclining next to her. Once settled, he broke the kiss and looked up at Aldo.
“You planning to hop in at some point?” Kayden taunted.
“I was waiting for you two to come up for air.” Aldo lay down next to Hazel, drawing his hand down the center of her chest, through the valley of her gorgeous breasts. Her nipples were tightly pebbled, thanks to Kayden’s rough treatment before. Not that she’d complained.
He’d seen the brief wince of pain and he’d started to step in, to demand Kayden take it easy. But that flash of hurt had passed quickly, replaced by something so hot and hungry, Aldo had been forced to count to ten and then to twenty in his head to stop himself from stripping off his clothes, pushing her down on the bed, and taking her hard and fast.
Kayden gave Hazel another kiss, their tongues touching, but this one didn’t last. Aldo bent his head to hers when they split apart, stealing another kiss.
Kayden was right there, their faces only a few inches apart, and Aldo was tempted to give him the same hot, wet kiss, but they’d vowed to make tonight just about Hazel.
Kayden must have recognized the desire because he increased the distance between them, even though his eyes lingered on Aldo’s lips long enough to let him know he was thinking the same thing. “Soon,” he mouthed.
Hazel didn’t notice their shared look, but that was because her eyes had drifted shut, her body trembling as Aldo continued stroking up and down the middle of her body, his fingers starting at the base of her throat, traveling between her tits, not stopping until he brushed over her stomach. She was slightly ticklish, giving him a breathy laugh and a wiggle whenever he hit a sensitive place.
He always stopped just below her belly button before making the journey back north. He was on his fourth trip down, amused by Hazel’s less than subtle attempts to keep him heading in a southerly direction. When he caressed between her breasts, she twisted slightly to one side, trying to toss her tit in his path. He kept going, grinning when she tilted her hips as his fingers brushed over her belly button.
He didn’t give her what she wanted. Not yet. Because he wanted to hear Hazel scream his name and Kayden’s before the night was over.
“Aldo. Touch me.” Her tone was somewhere between a whine and a demand. “Now.”
Obviously, she hadn’t learned her lesson.
Kayden gripped Aldo’s wrist, stopping his touches. It took a second or two for Hazel’s brain to catch up, to realize he wasn’t stroking her anymore.
Her eyelids fluttered open, her gaze landing on Kayden’s stern face.
“Please,” she added belatedly, as if that was all it would take to make things right.
“Roll over, Hazel.” Kayden rose to his knees beside her.
A crease formed between her brows, but not because of confusion. No. It was more like she was trying to decide whether to obey.
Fortunately for her, she did as Kayden asked without too much delay. Aldo suspected her actions were driven more by horniness and the fact they’d already determined how much she liked spankings than by true submission.
Once she’d flipped over, treating them to a bird’s-eye view of her tight, round ass, she rose up on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder at Kayden.
He shook his head, pressing her down until she lay flat, her right cheek resting on the pillow.
Kayden ran his hand over her body, from the nape of her neck to the small of her back, repeating the same slow stroke Aldo had been doing to her front. Hazel let him make the journey twice, before—once again—she wiggled her ass, trying to entice him to get started.
The second she moved, Kayden raised his hand and slapped her. Hard. The slap rang out in the room, and Aldo could tell by the way she jerked that this spanking was harder than the first.
Hazel sputtered. “K-Kayd—”
Kayden spanked her again, six times in rapid succession.
Apart from her initial outburst, Hazel remained silent though not still. She shifted her hips from side to side, prompting Aldo to place a firm hand on her lower back, hindering her movement.
Kayden stopped for a moment, studying Hazel’s face.
Aldo couldn’t see her as clearly as he’d like, given she was facing away from him. One look at Kayden, who shot Aldo a cat-who-ate-the-canary grin, told him all he needed to know.
Kayden added a few more slaps on her ass, varying his placement. They both knew, regardless of Hazel’s reassurance that she wanted this, they needed to take things slowly.
They’d only known her a month, for God’s sake. A fact that seemed impossible to Aldo.
He and Kayden had sprinted out of the gate the second they’d laid eyes on her, and since then, they’d come on hot and heavy.
Aldo stroked her ass after Kayden’s spanking ceased. Her skin was pink and warm to the touch. Unable to resist, he bent down and placed a soft kiss on one of her ass cheeks.
Hazel laughed, one of the signature quiet ones that ended too quickly.
Lifting his hand, Kayden began to stroke her back again, up and down, never crossing the boundaries Hazel wanted him to cross.
However, rather than make more demands, she gave herself up to the touch, relaxing, sinking deeper into the mattress.
Kayden lay back down next to her, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. “We’re going to give you what you want. Everything you want. But we’re going to decide how we get there.”
Aldo saw her nod as he resumed his place as well, propping himself up on his elbow. “Roll back over, Fireball.”
Hazel twisted to her back, sighing contentedly when Aldo cupped her cheek and placed his forehead against hers.
“I’m not sure spanking will ever work as a punishment,” she murmured. “I like it way too much.”
He and Kayden both chuckled. Hazel might have laughed too, but Aldo’s patience was in tatters. Reaching down, he ran his finger along her slit—her soaking-wet slit—loving the way she moaned in pleasure.
“You weren’t kidding about liking it.” Aldo placed a kiss on her bare shoulder. His comment captured Kayden’s attention and he touched her as well, determined to see for himself.
“Jesus, Hazel,” Kayden whispered. “Baby.”
Neither he nor Kayden removed their fingers, working in tandem to push her closer to her first orgasm of the night.
Aldo found her clit, alternating between lightly pinching the tight nub and rubbing it.
Kayden slipped a finger inside her, then another, as Aldo watched him stretch her pussy.
Hazel’s hips seemed to move of their own accord, rising and falling in time with Kayden’s thrusts and strokes.
“God,” she breathed. “Please!”
“You want to come, Hazel?” Kayden asked.
She nodded, her eyelids heavy, her focus wavering. “Yes.”
“Wait for permission,” he demanded.
Aldo applied more pressure to her clit, determined to test her.
Kayden must have had the same plan because he added a third finger.
Hazel whimpered, but her hips didn’t stop moving, didn’t stop seeking, even if Kayden was stretching her beyond what was comfortable.
“Kayden.” Her hands fisted the sheets beside her. “Aldo.”
They exchanged a glance, then pushed harder.
Hazel had submissive tendencies—they were easy to see—but she’d had no opportunity to explore that side of herself.
“I…I…” Her eyes were closed tightly, her body stiff as she fought to hold back. She wanted to obey them, and it was the most beautiful fucking thing Aldo had ever seen.
Kayden watched her, just as spellbound, then they exchanged a look.
Aldo nodded, so Kayden lowered his face next to hers. “Come for us, Hazel.”
She exploded before he’d finished saying her name, her back arching, crying out with her pleasure.
Kayden’s fingers slipped free—only for a second—as he grasped Aldo’s hand, pulling it from her clit to her pussy. “Together.”
As they’d done the other night, they each slipped a finger inside her, triggering another orgasm—or prolonging the first.
Hazel’s mouth fell open, but this time no sound emerged.
Her pussy clenched, squeezing their fingers tightly. So fucking tightly.
Again, Aldo was overcome by the desire to kiss Kayden.
The two of them had shared pretty much everything over the years—clothes, shoes, homework, their bodies, an apartment, and a dream.
This dream.
It was coming true, and he’d never felt closer to his best friend in his life.
“Kay,” Aldo whispered.
Kayden looked at him, gave him a grin, and he knew they were on the same page. Fuck, they were on the same sentence, the same word.
Kayden leaned forward, the two of them kissing. A slow, sexy kiss driven not only by their desire for each other but by the last vestiges of Hazel’s orgasm, still fluttering around their fingers.
The kiss ended just as Hazel’s climax faded.
She’d missed it, her eyes still closed, her breathing heavy, hard.
Kayden’s finger slid free first, and as Hazel slowly began to come back to them, he rose from the bed.
“Don’t leave.” Hazel reached out to him.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured her. “Aldo and I need condoms.”
Kayden pulled two foil packets from his discarded jeans, tossing one to him. They were rock-hard, their erections brushing against their stomachs, ready for action.
“You go first.” Aldo reached down to grip his cock in his hand, running his fist along his flesh. “I want to watch. Plus, I’ve already had her mouth.”
Aldo had only managed one stroke before Hazel’s hand found his, shoving it aside so she could take over. He gritted his teeth, biting back his own groan of pleasure.
The sound of foil tearing drew both their attention, as Kayden slid the condom over his thick dick. Aldo knew firsthand how full that cock would make Hazel feel. Because he’d been filled with it before, stretched tight around it.
Hazel’s legs parted, but she still retained her grip on Aldo’s cock, though her strokes grew less practiced as Kayden knelt and guided himself to her opening. He slid in slowly, see-sawing in and out, giving her body time to adjust to his girth.
Hazel’s hand started to fall away from him, so Aldo covered it with his own, using his grip to move her the way he wanted.
