“What do you want Jace to do to you?” I ask, holding back the jealousy rising inside me.
Her breath comes out in hard, sharp pants. “I want him to undress me for you while you sit on the sofa.”
I still. “That was a very quick answer. Have you been giving this a lot of thought?”
She nods as she wriggles against me. “I want your cock out. I want to watch you stroke yourself as you watch us.”
My cock hardens at her words despite the tightness in my chest. Memories of Jace with Deirdre fill my mind, him fucking her like an animal as he arches her back, her breasts bouncing in full view. I think about him doing the same to my queen, and a growl nearly escapes me before I shove it back down.
But my cock, the fucking traitor, weeps inside my boxers.
Placing my hands on her shoulders, I nudge Arienna forwards. She walks slowly towards Jace. Before she reacheshim, she looks over her shoulder at me. I nod, reminding myself that I gave her my word.
Jace meets my gaze, asking if I’m sure. With a lifetime of friendship between us, he’ll walk out if he thinks this will hurt me.
So I force myself to nod again.
His eyes heating hungrily, he focuses on my wife.
She stops in front of him, so close she has to lift her head to look him in the eyes. Remembering Arienna wants me seated, I stride forwards and sprawl out on the sofa in front of them. Widening my legs, I reach into my boxers. A hiss escapes my lips.Fuck.My cock is this damn sensitive, and we haven’t even started yet.
Turning, Arienna faces me with a sultry smile. She reaches behind her, grabbing Jace’s hands and raising them to the shoulders of her jumpsuit.
“Take your cock out,” she breathes, her eyes focused on my crotch. “I want to see it.”
Slowly, I do as she asks.
Hunger colouring her cheeks, she drops her hands from my friend’s. “Undress me, Jace. Slowly.”
When he slides one side of her top down, bearing her left bra-cupped breast and the marks I left there, I grip my cock hard. A groan builds in my chest as Jace starts to slide the fabric down the other side. He trails it over her skin, the perfect mound of her tit.
My hand slides up the length of me. The piercing in the head of my cock shifts from the movement, sparking a wave of pleasure.
Jace moves the fabric back up her shoulder, hiding her from view again.
She whimpers as her head falls back against his chest. Her eyes stay on my cock.
I slide my hand down.
Another whimper escapes her.
I jerk my hand back up.
Lowering the fabric past her breast this time, Jace bares the full of her pink, lacy bra to me. To us – his head bent over her shoulder, enjoying the show almost as much as me.
I imagine his cock straining against his trousers and his frustrated need to relieve some of the pressure. He would’ve been inside Tory Deirdre by now. Jace isn’t patient with his partners. He fucks them hard and fast – using them for a mere release before he gets back to work.
Smirking over the fact the bastard’s suffering, I stroke myself faster.
Jace’s hands drop to my wife’s hips as he tugs the black material of her jumpsuit down until it pools around her slim waist. Her nipples poke hard against her bra, and I lick my lips, imagining them between my teeth.
Lifting one of her arms, Arienna threads it around the back of his head. She tries to pull him down as she turns to find his lips, but he resists – not for me though. Jace simply never kisses anyone.
A low growl rumbles from my chest; my eyes narrow. Despite not wanting him to kiss her, I’m offended he doesn’t think she’s good enoughtokiss.
Arienna whips her head forwards, her cheeks a bright red. “Sorry,” she says, her eyes on mine. “One thing only.” She smiles reassuringly at me, but my gaze stays hard on Jace.
His head disappearing behind her shoulder, he drops to his knees and slowly tugs her jumpsuit down her body.
