Hotter Than Ever (Out of Uniform) (29 page)

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” Seth took a last sip of beer and stood up. “Maybe a few laps will help me process all this.” Those gray eyes found Dylan’s. “I need you to know that I’m not judging the whole sharing-a-girlfriend thing. With that said, I really think this is gonna blow up in your face.”

“Noted.”

Seth stripped off his T-shirt and dove into the water, leaving Dylan alone with Cash.

Who immediately narrowed his eyes, lowered his voice and murmured, “There’s more to this whole arrangement, isn’t there?”

Dylan shrugged.

“You and Aidan… You’ve always been more than roommates, haven’t you?”

His hand was a little shaky as he picked up his beer. “Jen said something, huh?”

The surprise in Cash’s blue eyes didn’t look feigned. “Jen? What does she have to do with this?”

“She really didn’t tell you?” He suddenly felt like an ass for doubting Jen, who’d promised him time and again that she knew how to keep a secret, even from Cash.

“Jen knew that you and Aidan…?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, she didn’t say a word about it to me.” Cash hesitated. “So you swing both ways, huh?”

Dylan shot a discreet look at the pool, but Jackson and Seth were too busy racing each other to the deep end to pay him and Cash any attention.

“Yes,” he said in a quiet voice.

“Huh.” Cash nodded. “Cool.”

Cool?

That was it?

Dylan smothered a laugh and had to wonder why he’d bothered stressing about this conversation in the first place. He should’ve known his buddies would support him no matter what.

“Oh, and BTW, that night when I…” Dylan lowered his voice even further “…sucked you off…I wasn’t playing out some secret fantasy I’d been harboring about you. It was definitely a spur-of-the-moment thing, and more for Jen’s benefit than mine.”

“So, what, you
tolerated
having my dick in your mouth to please my girlfriend? Asshole.”

Dylan burst out laughing. “Are you seriously offended that I’m not into you in that way?”

“Well, why aren’t you?” Cash raised both eyebrows in defiance. “I’m way hotter than Aidan, I’ve known you longer. Oh, and I’m a generous lover. What’s not to like about that?”

“I honestly don’t know if you’re fucking with me right now.”

Cash broke out in a grin. “Mostly fucking with you.”

“Mostly?”

“Hey, you know I have a sensitive ego, bro. It needs stroking every now and then.”

“Uh-huh. I’m sure it’s your
ego
that needs stroking.”

“And look,” Cash added, his tone going somber, “I know it’s easy to brush off whatever Seth says because he’s such a smartass, but I think he’s got a point. You need to be careful, really know what you’re getting into before you commit to this. You know, dip your toe in the water before diving in. Check under the hood before you buy the car. Lick that little taste spoon at the ice cream parlor before ordering two scoops. Um, read the fine print before—”

“Holy shit, I get the point!”

“Hey D-Man, is McCoy bothering you?” Seth called from the pool.

“Yeah, but I can take him,” Dylan called back.

“You sure? Because I’d be more than happy to kick his ass for you. My punching bag at home doesn’t always let me release all my aggression, so I have no problem bashing his pretty face in.”

Cash grinned. “And
that
is why he’d never make it to Mordor.”

Dylan strode into the condo an hour later to find Claire and Aidan tangled together on the couch. Claire was on her back with her arms twined around his neck and her mouth glued to his, while a bare-chested Aidan lay on top of her, trim hips moving sensually as he ground his pelvis into hers.

Dylan watched in amusement for a moment, then cleared his throat.

Both their heads swiveled in his direction, their eyes hazy with passion.

“Am I interrupting something?” he asked politely.

Claire offered a sheepish grin. “We got bored waiting for you.”

“I can see that.”

“You joining us or what?” Aidan lifted one eyebrow.

“You know what? I think I wanna watch for a bit.”

Unzipping his fly, he headed for the armchair and twisted it around so he had a better view of the couch. He yanked his surf shorts down his hips, sat bare-assed on the chair and wasted no time fisting his hardening dick.

He gave his erection a few lazy strokes and waited for Claire and Aidan to resume fooling around, but they were just lying there watching him.

“Where’s my show?” he taunted.

“Hear that, baby? We’re the entertainment.” Aidan dipped his head to kiss her, then glanced back at Dylan with mocking eyes. “Since this is apparently all for you, why don’t you tell us what you wanna see?”

Dylan licked his lips. “I want Claire to suck your cock.”

“What do you think?” Aidan asked her. “Should we give him what he wants?”

“Yes,” she said in a breathy voice. She wiggled out from underneath Aidan’s powerful body. “Take your pants off and get on your back,
baby
.”

Laughing, Aidan shucked his black track pants and got comfortable, half-sitting, half-lying down with his head resting on the arm of the couch. His cock jutted out, long and hard and demanding attention.

“Get him nice and wet with your mouth, and then wrap your fingers around the base,” Dylan ordered, his gaze finding Claire’s. “I want you to jack him off. Slowly.”

Her lips parted sexily as she bent down to take Aidan’s cock in her mouth. Her head bobbed a few times, summoning a deep groan from Aidan, who gave an upward thrust, trying to stay lodged in the warm recess of her mouth.

But Claire was very good at following instructions. As Aidan grumbled in disappointment, she released him with a wet popping sound and curled her delicate fingers around his saliva-slick shaft.

“That’s it, nice and slow.” Dylan voiced his encouragement as her small fist began moving up and down that hard cock.

He stroked himself idly, his attention glued to the scene before him. When he realized Claire still had a shirt on, he frowned in disapproval. “Lose the T-shirt. I wanna see your tits bouncing around while you work him.”

Heat sizzled in her eyes, telling him she liked the husky commands he was issuing. Without delay, she took off her shirt and removed her sports bra.

Dylan admired her full, perky breasts, the cherry-red nipples that turned into two puckered buds the moment they were exposed to the air. He loved her breasts, the sweet little sounds she made when he suckled them.

Claire reached for Aidan’s dick and picked up where she’d left off, jerking him off in a slow rhythm. Aidan lay there at her mercy, moaning softly, hips moving in a desperate attempt to increase the tempo.

“He wants you to go faster, but you’re not gonna, okay, honey? He pretends he doesn’t like the teasing, but he fucking loves it.”

Claire’s lips parted again and her tongue came out to moisten her bottom lip. Her face was flushed. So were her breasts, their rosy hue telling him she was beyond turned on.

He tugged harder on his own dick, loving the way her tits swayed from the movement of her arm, loving the impatient growling sounds escaping from Aidan’s throat.

“Give him your mouth now, but just suck the tip. Fuck, yeah, like that. No, don’t let him go any deeper.”

The sight of Claire’s lips stretched around the engorged head sent a bolt of lightning to Dylan’s balls. Groaning, he fisted his erection and squeezed, enjoying the little shockwaves that sizzled through his veins.

“Keep sucking, just like that, honey. Just a little bit longer, and…now use your hand again.”

Aidan’s eyes flew open. “You fucking bastard.”

Claire’s soft laughter echoed in the room, and Dylan couldn’t help a chuckle of his own. “My show, remember?”

As Aidan cursed them both, Claire went back to pumping his cock, until Dylan ordered her to blow him again. This time he let her wrap her fist around the shaft while she tormented Aidan’s cockhead with feather-light licks.

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Aidan croaked. “You’re killing me.”

Dylan decided it was time to take pity on the other man, who was clearly nearing the point of pain. “All right, honey, suck him hard and fast now.”

Claire eagerly got to work, and Dylan’s mouth promptly flooded with saliva. She looked so damn hot, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked Aidan off, her red ponytail swishing from the fervent up-and-down motion of her head.

His own cock was ready to burst, bringing on a hoarse expletive. “Put a condom on him and ride his cock, Claire,” Dylan ordered. “Ride his fucking cock.”

Her eyelids fluttered open, her arm snapping out with purpose to grab the strip of condoms sitting on the coffee table. She had Aidan sheathed in no time, and then she was wiggling out of her shorts and panties, and impaling herself on that hard cock.

Three groans of pleasure filled the room the second Claire seated herself fully. Dylan could swear he felt the tight clasp of her pussy clutching his own dick like a vise.

“Uh-uh,” he chided when she began to move. “Too fast. Slow it down.”

Aidan made a sound of sheer agony. “Goddammit, man. I’m dying here.”

With a mocking laugh, Dylan walked over to the couch. “You’re complaining too much.” He grinned. “Here, maybe this will shut you up.”

Without warning, he grabbed Aidan by the hair and pushed his cock into the other man’s mouth.

Aidan’s moan vibrated along his shaft, and when he glanced over, he saw Claire’s eyes burning with excitement.

His lips curved into a smile. “You love seeing us suck each other off, don’t you, honey?”

She nodded wordlessly.

“Good, now keep riding our boy.”

The hot suction around his cock combined with Claire’s little squeaks of pleasure as she rode Aidan was enough to short-circuit his brain. It wasn’t long before the only thought he was capable of producing was
go, go, go
.

Dylan wasn’t gentle as he drove his dick all the way to the back of Aidan’s throat, fucking him with fast, deep strokes. He gripped the man’s dark hair and pumped his hips, thrusting harder, deeper, and when he felt Aidan’s teeth scrape the underside of his shaft, he swore loudly and shuddered with pleasure that bordered on pain.

And the entire time, he kept his gaze locked with Claire’s, knowing from her glazed brown eyes and strained breathing that she was close.

“She’s gonna come soon,” he told Aidan. “You’re gonna feel her cunt squeezing your cock soon as she milks you dry.”

With his mouth otherwise occupied, Aidan could only respond with a muffled groan. His dark eyes peered up at Dylan, blazing with such all-consuming desire it took Dylan’s breath away.

“C’mon, Claire, I wanna see you lose control.” He focused his gaze on the junction of her thighs, on the swollen clit she was rubbing with two fingers as she moved up and down Aidan’s erection. “That’s it, keep touching yourself, honey. Make yourself come and show us how much you like riding Aidan’s big cock—”

Claire released a blissful cry as she climaxed.

The moment he glimpsed the ecstasy surging through her eyes, Dylan let himself go. He exploded inside Aidan’s mouth in long, hot pulses that racked his body, groaning as he watched the other man’s throat working hard to swallow his seed.

But then the exquisite suction was suddenly gone.

“Coming,” Aidan grunted, and his long fingers dug into Claire’s slender hips as he thrust upward and shuddered with release.

When Dylan glimpsed the shiny come leaking from the corner of Aidan’s mouth, he was hit with another spontaneous orgasm, more hot jets shooting out of his cock and spraying Aidan’s muscular chest.

Holy shit. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t talk. Couldn’t see anything but the black dots dancing in front of his eyes.

He didn’t think he’d ever come that hard in his life.

When Claire began to laugh, the wheezy sounds brought an exhausted grin to Dylan’s lips.

“What’s so funny?”

“I was just thinking—” she continued to shake with laughter, “—how dumb I was for not wanting to be the kind of woman—” another giggle, “—who did stuff like this. Because seriously? I’ve never had this much fun in my life.”

They wound up spending the rest of the afternoon lounging on the couch, which was officially Dylan’s new favorite piece of furniture in the condo. He and Aidan were in their boxers, Claire in nothing but Dylan’s wifebeater, and they were lying in the position that had become their trademark—Aidan on his back, Claire curled up beside him, and Dylan nestled behind her.

Only this time, Aidan had surprised him by reaching for his hand, and Dylan’s gaze kept flitting toward the intertwined fingers resting on Claire’s hip.

A strange undercurrent traveled between them as Aidan shifted his head to meet Dylan’s eyes.

His breath caught, because Aidan was looking at him in a way he’d never done before. Almost like…fuck, Dylan refused to let his mind even go there. The other man had been holding a part of himself back the entire time they’d been together. It had really bothered him at first, but Dylan had eventually recognized the futility in wishing Aidan would be more vocal about his feelings.