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She took a shuddering breath, sensation radiating out from his touch.
Len stepped closer, his gaze devouring her, and he adjusted the front of his black slacks. Her gaze went to the bulge pushing against his fly, and that clear sign of his arousal gave her a thrill. She had both of them turned on. That felt…powerful.
Len reached out, cupping her breast gently and running a roughened artist’s thumb over the tip. “Gorgeous, Sweets. Beautiful inside and out.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“There’s a better way to thank him,” Auden said, stepping to her side. He tunneled his hand into her hair again, palming the back of her scalp. “Let’s show him how eager of a student you are. Unzip his pants.”
The slight pressure of Auden’s grip made her focus sharpen, everything coming into detailed relief. She rubbed her lips together, nervous as she’d ever been, but not ready to ask for water. She was only going to use that safe word if she felt unsafe or hated something. She would not let herself use it for fear of not getting something right.
“I don’t know how to do this,” she admitted as she reached for the fly of Len’s pants, her hands shaking a little.
“I know,” Auden said, voice even. “That’s why I’m going to show you. If you do what I say, you have nothing to worry about. You get me as a teacher. Lucky, lucky you.”
She snorted softly.
And Len chuckled under his breath. “The ego on this one.”
The brief break in intensity was a welcome respite—a reminder that this was still Auden, the guy she’d known forever, and Lennox, a guy she counted as a friend. Her hands steadied some, and she unbuttoned Len’s pants and dragged down the zipper. A peek of straining black boxer briefs filled her vision.
Len reached up, undid his tie fully, and started unbuttoning the dress shirt, revealing all that beautiful tattooed skin. A wave of desire rolled through O’Neal as she looked up, taking in the full view. Len’s black eyeliner had smudged, and his undone clothes looked rumpled in the sexiest, most enticing way.
He slid his hand into the band of his underwear, and his forearm flexed as he gripped his erection. “Keep looking at me like that, Sweets, and I may start the festivities before Aud tells us to.”
Her attention shifted to where he gripped himself, his casual ease ridiculously erotic. Her mind spun to a private place, one where Len held himself just like that, coated himself in something slippery, and stroked. He’d implied that he’d done that the night she’d slept with Auden.
“Tell me what you’re thinking right now,” Len said. “You just went somewhere. Some place good by the looks of it.”
She flinched, caught in the act, and tried to look down, but Auden’s fingers were still laced in her hair.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Auden said. “Tell him. No editing.”
She dragged her teeth over her lip, embarrassment trying to choke off her voice. She’d been taught that she wasn’t supposed to have impure thoughts. Notdoingthe things wasn’t enough. She wasn’t even supposed tothinkof them. The nights she’d lain in her bed and weaved fantasies about Auden, her body growing warm and wet and achy… Sometimes she’d touched herself, imagining the possibilities, and then had been swamped with shame afterward. She’d felt like the biggest pervert. That she was broken in some way. But now, they wanted her to speak something like that aloud?
Len touched the tip of his finger to her bottom lip as if trying to unlock the words. “Everything is okay to say. Every single thing. Judgment-free zone. I promise.”
“He’s right,” Auden said. “You’re safe.”
She closed her eyes at that.Safe.After a shaky breath, she opened her eyes and focused on the faint trail of hair tracking below Len’s navel. “When you wrapped your hand around yourself, it made me think of what you said about the night Auden and I were together. It made me think about us in one room and the sounds drifting to yours, and what it must’ve looked like for you to…pleasure yourself.”
“And the thought of Len jerking off turns you on?” Auden asked.
She nodded, her cheeks so hot they had to be glowing.
Auden’s breath tickled her ear as he leaned down again. “Show us.”
She turned her head, blinking up at him. “How?”
He released her hair and then trailed his fingers down her arm, crouching next to her. He lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss there, and then brought her hand downward, to the waistband of her shorts. He let her palm rest against her belly, and then he popped open the button on her shorts. “I mean”—he took her wrist and guided her hand down along her stomach and beneath the waistband of her panties—“show us how much you liked the idea of Len getting his hand all slick and warm and stroking his cock while he listened to us come. The idea of him shooting all over his chest while imagining he was fucking you.”
The image was almost too much to hold in her head, and her body lurched a little with the impact. Her fingers, guided by Auden, brushed the wet, needy heat between her legs, and she gasped at how intense the barely-there touch felt.
Auden’s fingers covered hers, curved, led her to the place where she ached most. He made her stroke herself, and she moaned. He hissed out a breath like she wasn’t the only one affected and said in a low, grit-filled voice, “Slide your fingers inside, tell Len how wet you got thinking about him. How much you like thinking about his cock.”
She closed her eyes, arousal now in control, all other thoughts or worries taking a back seat. She pushed two fingers inside that most private space, and her muscles clenched, seeking more than what her fingers could offer.
“Tell him,” Auden cajoled against her ear, his hand still over hers. “Be a good girl and say the words.”
