I smirk, lowering myself to his ear and nipping at the tender flesh. “Bold of you to assume I’m going to let you take control,” I tease. This elicits another laugh, igniting every inch of my skin.
Suddenly, I feel another pair of hands against my hips. I gasp as Aamon’s tip pushes against where Quinn and I are already joined. My eyes go wide as they find Quinn’s, his dark blue irises nearly drowned out by the black of his pupilsas he holds eye contact. Aamon pushes forward, pressure building at my center as he tries to join us. I bite down on my lip, trying to get used to the feel ofbothof them. Aamon’s fingers tighten their grip with each inch he sinks into me, against Quinn.
“Bold of you to assume either of you were ever in control to begin with.” Aamon’s voice is a low rumble behind me. I want nothing more than to turn and look into his dark eyes, but I can’t from this position. Not with him inching himself inside of me, getting deeper second by second. Making me feel incrediblyfull.
“I thought you said he liked to watch,” I whisper to Quinn, my voice rough.
Quinn smirks, but it’s Aamon that answers. “I do. Usually.” He leans forward, sinking himself impossibly deeper into me and both Quinn and I groan at the sensation. “But there’s something about you, Evangeline. That makes me incapable of following any of my rules.”
He bottoms out when he plants a kiss at the top of my spine. “I guess you’re a bad influence.” I would laugh, but the sensation of both of them at once is so much that I cannot fathom a singular response. My legs are shaking, and if it weren’t for the weight of Aamon behind me and Quinn under me, I’m sure I’d be collapsing against the bed.
“How are you feeling, Evangeline?” Quinn’s voice, albeit raspy, is warm and full of genuine concern.
“Full,” I say after a beat of silence and both males let loose a breathy laugh. My confidence boosts and I arch my back, pushing against Aamon.
Aamon’s grip on my hips tightens, encouraging the movement, which only has Quinn growing more restless beneath us. “Greedy girl, aren’t you,” Aamon murmurs. But I can tell he’s not disappointed in the slightest.
“Aamon.” Quinn’s voice is shaking. “I swear to the fucking gods, you better start moving.”
I note Quinn’s error before he does, because if there’s one thing I’ve learned that Aamon hates—it’s being told what to do.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Quentin.” Aamon rocks forward, painfully slow, and Quinn actuallywhimpers. “Were you wanting something? Can I help you in any way?”
“You know good and fucking well what I want,” Quinn hisses through clenched teeth. “What I’ve been begging you for since she got here.”
“And do you think you’ve behaved enough to earn it?” Aamon’s voice is even, smooth. And if it weren’t for his fingers digging into my hips, I would assume he is completely unfazed by our current circumstances.
Quinn hesitates to answer, and I run through both responses in my head, wondering which one is the right one. Aamon starts to retreat. “Well, if you’re unsure,” he tsks.
“Fucking hells, answer him, Quinn,” I cry out, inching backwards to chase Aamon’s cock.
“Alright, alright, no!”
Aamon pauses. “No, what?”
“No, I haven’t behaved enough to earn it.”
Aamon hums, rocking back and forth as he makes his decision. “But, am I generous enough to give it to you anyways?”
“Fuck, I hope so.” Quinn’s teeth are clamped together, his eyes wild with desperation.
“Then ask me if you have my permission to touch her.” Gone is any hint of amusement in Aamon’s voice. He straightens fully, retreating till just the tip of him is at my entrance. One of his hands releases from my hip to hold himself there and push against the base of Quinn’s cock.
It’s then that I notice Quinn’s hands have remained by his side since Aamon joined us. They aren’t trailing over the curves of my body. Aren’t caressing my skin or grabbing my hips alongside Aamon. Like from the time Aamon joined, Quinn became frozen beneath me.
“Do I . . .” Quinn’s voice is near silent and for a moment I think he’s staring at me. But then I look over my shoulder and see Aamon’s intimidating form looming over both of us, “. . . have your permission?”
I still, waiting for Aamon’s response. Aamon’s hand releases his length, reaching around where Quinn and I are still joined until he finds my clit once more. I turn to jelly at his touch, my head falling against Quinn’s. I’m tryingmy hardest to continue riding him, despite how Aamon is holding us in place.
“What do you think, Angel? Should we let him fuck you? Or should I just make you come on his cock and send him on his way?”
I bury my face in Quinn’s chest, my hand wrapping around the back of his neck. “Please, Aamon. Let him fuck me.”
Aamon hums, tormenting both me and Quinn further as he lets his fingers travel from my clit to Quinn’s balls—and tugs. Quinn cries out, jerking beneath me, and I moan at the blessed friction of him finally moving inside of me.
“Alright,” Aamon sighs. “You have my permission.”
“Gods alive, thank fuck.” Quinn’s hands fly to my hips, settling just above where Aamon’s have returned. He guides me up his length just as Aamon pushes inside me again and I can’t help the noises that escape me as the two males somehow find a steady rhythm within me.
