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“I can go,” Evan blurted, feeling out of place for the first time in a long while.
“No,” Andre said, the sound sharp, sudden. “Don’t. It’s just—”
“Andre knows that you understand he’s a switch,” Jace said, meeting her eyes. “But he’s afraid if he lets you see him fully under my hand, you’ll view him differently as a dom.”
The comment stung. “What? That’s ridiculous.”
“Bella,” Andre said, a little pained . . . or probably pained and turned on because Jace was now lubing up Andre’s cock in his fist. Andre kept his eyes tightly shut. But he wasn’t calling his safe word or putting a halt to things.
Jace nodded at Evan. “Ev, pull that smaller bench up next to his and sit. Let him see how watching him bottom for me affects you.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, slipping into her role with ease. She’d thought this morning was just going to be a fun view, but clearly Jace was pushing one of Andre’s edges. She grabbed the small teak bench Jace had indicated and dragged it across the tile until it was next to Andre’s. She sat right in his line of sight.
“Spread your legs, gorgeous,” Jace said, his voice gruff with his own arousal. “Show this hardheaded cop what you think of him prone and spread out for me.”
Andre opened his eyes, a hint of wariness there. She swallowed hard and parted her knees, knowing everything would be glaringly obvious. His gaze fell heavy on her. And just having him look at her so intimately got her even more geared up. She had the sudden urge to rub her body along his sudsy naked one.
“See. Touch her, Andre,” Jace said, bending over and unlatching Andre’s cuffs. “Feel how wet she is, how turned on she is by seeing us together like this.”
Andre reached out, his cool fingers sliding between her folds and over her clit. She let out a gasp and gripped the edge of the bench to stay in place. He groaned. “Fuck, bella, you’re soaked.”
She tilted her head back, the sensation of his fingers against her so damn welcome. “I’ve been watching two hot guys get dirty with each other in the shower. What the hell else would I be?”
Jace chuckled as he lubed up his own cock, preparing himself, the wet sound obscene in the best way possible. “See. She wants to watch you get fucked, Dre. She’s loves it, and we’ve been denying her this. Tell her you’re sorry.”
Evan opened her eyes just in time to see Jace press the head of his cock against Andre’s tight opening. Andre’s breath caught but he forced his gaze to hers. “I’m so sorry, bella.”
“Now shut up and make her feel good while you take my cock like a good little sub,” Jace said.
***
Andre knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything besides obey at this point. He didn’t want to do anything besides obey. But despite his switch status, it took a lot for him to bottom. He’d never been one to submit easily. The fight was part of the appeal for him. And Jace knew just how far to push him to get him out of his head.
Finding out Evan had been there the whole time was a shock. He’d never set a hard limit with Jace, but it’d been an unwritten line that they only did the rougher stuff when they were one-on-one. Andre hadn’t wanted to alter Evan’s image of him. Jace knew him too well, though. When Andre was stressed, he liked his edges pushed hard. Maybe Jace had sensed that with all the changes happening around them, Andre could use this kind of release. He’d thought Jace had been giving him that relief this morning by making him play the resistant bottom. But it looked like the edge Jace had wanted to push was one much further out. When Andre had first opened his eyes, he’d almost safed out. Until Evan had offered to leave and the thought had gutted him. No way was he going to let her feel like she was some intruder because of his own hang-ups.
Plus, Andre could now see and feel that Evan was anything but disgusted. She was turned on and had gazed over at him like he was the hottest damn thing to ever live. The knowledge moved through him like a drug and allowed him to let his guard fall away so he could drown in the experience of it all. His body was on fire and alive from that bitch of a flogging, Jace’s cock was stretching his opening in a sweet burn as it sought entrance, and Evan was creamy and perfect beneath his fingers.
He lifted his gaze to Evan’s again. Her blue eyes had gone hooded as he tucked his fingers inside her and stroked, letting his thumb play over her clit. And her focus slid back and forth between his face and what Jace was doing to him. She was losing herself to the moment, too. His beautiful, sexy girl. They really could be anything they wanted to be with each other. There was no need for walls when someone wholly accepted you. And if he’d had any doubts before, he didn’t now. He’d been stupid to be worried about what Evan would think. The three of them were each other’s safe place. Three strange, quirky people who somehow found a relationship that fit just right.
This was good. They were good.
He let any lingering worries fall away completely.
“I told you no,” Andre said through gritted teeth, the part he was playing in this tableau coming back easily.
“You did. But that’s not the magic word.” Jace rocked forward, his cock sinking deep and his fingers digging into Andre’s hips with bruising force. Andre’s stomach dipped with lost breath. Goddamn. There was nothing that plummeted him into that submissive headspace like being penetrated. And Jace knew it.
A moan escaped.
“Ah, fuck, yeah,” Jace said, his own pleasure leaking into his tone. “Feel good, big man? Like knowing you can’t get away? That I’m just going to use this tight ass to get off?”
Andre could only grunt his response because Jace’s words were doing it for him on so many levels. Jace knew how to push these particular buttons—the humiliating ones. Andre had grown up where this act had been considered the highest of insults—getting fucked, taking it in the ass, being someone’s bitch. It had been a fate to avoid at all costs. And though he knew now there was nothing wrong with it, the lingering layer of humiliation and degradation was still there at some level where history and upbringing never quite left you. That only added to the intensity. In these moments, Andre liked that flavor of kink. Yes, please. Make him feel used. Make him feel less than.
“Holy shit,” Evan murmured, her body moving along his fingers and using him just like Jace, like he was a device there for her pleasure. “You two look . . . I can’t even.”
Man was she hot and wet against his touch. When Jace plunged to the hilt, Evan clenched around Andre’s fingers. He wished he could fill her with more than that. His cock was rock hard and aching, but he wouldn’t be allowed. He was not the dominant right now. He was there for their pleasure.
“You want to fuck her?” Jace asked, breathless as he increased the pace and force of his thrusts.
