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Jace grabbed Andre’s wrist hard and yanked him closer. Andre’s bar of soap hit the floor. “And I told you if you don’t cooperate, you won’t get to touch the girl again.”
Evan shivered. So they were role-playing and going the rough route? Oh, my. They hadn’t done that in front of her before. Jace dominated Andre on occasion while they were all in bed, and Andre liked receiving some pain regardless of what role he was in. But even so, things were usually solely focused on her. Jace using Andre as a tool to pleasure and punish Evan. That’s where his dominance over Andre ended. This felt altogether different. And the thought of the two guys clashing, all that maleness and aggression mixing in with the sex . . . guh. Anticipation wound low and tight in her gut.
“Afraid she wants me more than you?” Andre asked with a snide curl of his lip.
Jace gave a dark laugh. “Think she’ll still want you after I tell her I made you my bitch? After I tell her you begged for my cock?”
Oh, hell, yes, she would, Evan thought, shifting her position, her body growing warm and flushed in a way that had nothing to do with the steam.
“If you think I’m going to fucking beg for anything—”
As swift as a blink, Jace twisted Andre’s arm behind his back and grabbed a set of cuffs that were hanging from a peg on the wall. He clicked the cuff around one wrist then got hold of Andre’s other arm. Andre struggled, and Evan knew Andre the cop could get out of that hold in any number of ways, but he didn’t want to get away. Not really. The cuffs locked into place.
Jace released Andre’s arms, a smug smile on his face. “That’s better. Now we can get this shower taken care of.”
Jace grabbed the soap again and sudsed up his hands. His gaze slid over to Evan and he gave her a chin lift—one that seemed to say, Still with me? She mouthed the word hot to him. He grinned and shook his head as if still amused his girlfriend had a boy-on-boy fetish. She hadn’t known she did until she’d met them. But once she’d realized how mind-melting it could be to see the two of them together, all the while knowing they were just as committed and attracted to her, it was like hitting some sort of man lottery.
Jace waited until his hands were dripping with the slippery soap bubbles before putting his hands on Andre’s chest. Andre jolted and tried to back up, but only hit the wall. “Get your hands off me.”
Jace tugged on Andre’s nipples rings. “Your mouth is saying one thing, but your dick certainly disagrees.”
Jace trailed his hand down Andre’s abdomen, which was rising and falling with quick breaths, and let his fingertips trace down the trail of dark hair below Andre’s navel. He grasped Andre’s thick cock in his soapy fist and gave a few polishes over the head. Andre’s erection, which had already been halfway there, swelled in Jace’s grip. Andre’s head tipped back against the tile. “Fuck.”
“That’s the idea,” Jace said, still stroking Andre. “Though, fucked is more apropos for you in this situation.”
“You’re delusional if you think I’m going to let you do that,” Andre said, but already his hips were rocking ever so slightly into Jace’s hand.
“Oh, you don’t have to let me do anything, friend. I’m going to take it.” Jace’s hand dipped lower and cupped Andre’s balls, which were hanging heavy between tense thighs, and slicked them with soap. Andre moaned gruffly, and Evan couldn’t pull her attention away from the way Jace tugged and kneaded that tender flesh. She would’ve been afraid to handle either of them so roughly. But Andre seemed to be responding just how Jace wanted. Damn, maybe she should be taking notes.
After making Andre pant a little, Jace moved two fingers further back, stroking along that sensitive skin underneath. Andre’s teeth bit into his lip, clearly trying to hold back another moan.
“It’s okay,” Jace said in a soothing voice, that edge of evil right beneath it. “I know you want to. You can beg me to fuck you. I won’t tell her. I won’t tell her that you’re leaking and hard just from me rubbing my dick against yours.”
And Jace was, oh, he was—angling his hips forward and stroking his cock against Andre’s. He ground against him hard, the slippery sound of their bodies moving against each other almost driving Evan to madness. God. Now
her clit was officially throbbing, all her blood relocating south. Jace lowered his face toward Andre’s, barely brushing his lips along his mouth.
“Going to come all over yourself?” Jace goaded. “I can feel how fucking bad you want me.”
Evan ran a hand over her throat, her arousal rushing through her with a heady force. Lord, maybe it had been a mistake to agree to only watch. She felt like she was burning with fever. But before she could get herself back together, an unexpected noise had her attention jolting upward again.
Andre had spat. Actually spat in Jace’s face in response to the snide comment. Holy shit.
But Jace only chuckled and turned his face into one of the shower streams to rinse it off. Everything about his expression said one thing—the man loved the game. When role-playing, both men fully committed. It was something that had always made it so hot for Evan. A safe word would stop everything, bring her sweet guys back to the front, but damn it could be fun to lose yourself in the game, to not feel any shame or awkwardness about exploring dark and normally forbidden things. And the guys were going for it this morning.
“You’re going to regret that. I was gonna be nice and just fuck you. But now you’ve pissed me off.” Jace stepped around Andre and grabbed the back of his neck, hard. “Move your goddamned feet.”
Andre’s jaw was set but he moved forward, erection not flagging, and Jace led him to a wide teak bench he’d pulled to the middle of the room. A thick rubber mat was spread beneath it and the bench had a half-circle cut out at one end. Evan had a good idea what that was there for.
“On your knees,” Jace said, trying to guide him down, but Andre resisted.
“Fuck you.”
Jace moved behind Andre and bumped his knees into the back of Andre’s, catching Andre off guard and making his knees give way. He sank to the floor, the mat cushioning the fall. Then Jace put his knee into Andre’s back. “On your belly. I’m losing my patience with you.”
Andre sprawled across the bench, his chest pressing into the smooth wood, his cheek resting against it, his face toward Evan, and his hands still cuffed behind his back. Jace didn’t waste any time and locked the strap attached to the bench around Andre’s waist to secure him in place before going to the other restraints. Within a minute, Andre was locked down, knees spread wide, thighs cuffed to the legs of the bench, and his erection and testicles hanging free in that half-circle cutout of space the bench provided. Evan had the urge to scoot herself right under that bench and use her tongue in all kinds of creative ways, to nuzzle the soap-slicked skin, feel it slide beneath her lips, but she forced herself to stay in her spot. She didn’t want to break the spell.
The guys were out of the direct stream of water, but droplets splashed off the walls and the mist clung everywhere. Evan wasn’t sure she’d ever seen a man look so beautiful in submission as Andre did. Water running in rivulets over tanned skin, cock standing proud, and one gorgeous backside exposed to a man with a very dangerous look in his eye.
