We move as a coordinated unit. I shove off him and snag Aurora around the waist, and Beast grabs Isabelle’s ankle and drags her over to him, crawling between her thighs. She gives a surprised laugh that turns into a throaty moan, and I know his cock has found her pussy.
For her part, Aurora settles in my lap easily with a sweet smile. “What’s on the menu, big guy?”
We’ve played out Isabelle’s fantasy of Beast and I fucking Aurora a few times, enough to know exactly where the boundaries are. It’s blatant that tonight it’s on the menu, as Aurora says. Still, I have an idea to take things to the next level. “Is your pussy feeling needy, Aurora?”
“Always.”
“Guess we better fill it up, then.”
Her grin widens. “We were hoping you’d say that.” She reaches past me and pulls a condom out from between the cushions of the couch.
I raise my brows. “You and Isabelle really thought of everything, huh? You’re like kinky Boy Scouts.”
“I’ve fucked enough former Boy Scouts to know those assholes are all kinky.” She rips open the condom and waits while I shove down my pants to roll it over my cock. I don’t give her a chance to get settled; I just lift both myself and her up onto the couch and turn her around so she’s straddling me, facing Beast and Isabelle. Only then do I let her work herself down my cock. It feels fucking good. It’s going to feel better.
I grip Aurora’s hips, keeping us sealed together, and say, “Beast.” I don’t have to elaborate. I never do with him, not anymore.
He doesn’t answer me with words. He simply pulls out of Isabelle, yanks her dress over her head, and hauls her to us. She ends up on her hands and knees between my and Aurora’s spread thighs, Beast at her back. I don’t have to say a damn thing. Isabelle dives for Aurora’s pussy even as Beast thrusts into her. I feel the moment her mouth makes contact with Aurora’s clit because Aurora clenches around me. “Fuck.”
“Don’t lose it,” Beast growls.
“You don’t lose it.” I speak through gritted teeth. Aurora is making little movements on my cock, grinding herself down as Isabelle tongues her clit. I don’t have a good enough view, so I dig my hand into Aurora’s blue hair and tug her back to press against my chest. It lets me look down her body to where Isabelle has her skirt shoved up. The sheer happiness on my woman’s face nearly has me orgasming on the spot. That and the way Beast grips her hips and thrusts into her in short, brutal strokes. She’s moaning and Aurora is whimpering and, fuck, this is one of the better surprises Isabelle has put together.
Aurora comes with a cry loud enough that it’s almost a scream. Beast is already moving, jerking Isabelle back and reversing our positions. I keep Aurora on my cock as I follow them to the floor, using my hold in her hair to guide her face between Isabelle’s legs. She goes eagerly. Of course she does.
Beast and I keep going, giving it to them until they’re so fucking limp from pleasure that they can barely keep up. Only then does he meet my gaze and nod. Fucking finally. I grab Aurora’s hips and pound into her. I’ve been on edge for so long, it takes nothing at all to send me flying. Pressure builds and then I’m coming hard, watching Beast do the same.
It takes several long minutes before I have enough control of my body to get up and dispose of the condom. I come back to find Isabelle cuddling up in the blankets next to Beast and grabbing the remote. She gives me a slow smile. “These parties always end with movie. It’s an unspoken rule.”
We all need time to come down after that, so I nod. “Works for me.” I end up between Aurora and Beast. Isabelle practically drapes herself over all three of us, and we settle in to watch the slasher she picked out. Aurora leans against me and idly braids Isabelle’s hair, while Beast is a solid presence pressed against my other side.
I take Isabelle’s hand and press a kiss to her knuckles. “This was one hell of a surprise.”
“I know.” She sounds half asleep. “I’ll have to get creative to come up with something better.”
I share a look with Beast. We really are lucky fuckers, aren’t we? I grin. “We can’t wait.”
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13
Ladies’ Night in Carver City
Aurora
“I’m going to invite her.”
Meg sighs and I can practically feel her reluctant amusement before she speaks. “You don’t have to bring every single person under your wing, Aurora.”
She would see it that way. That’s how Meg operates, after all. No matter how aggravated she’ll get if I point it out, she gathers people to her. Hades makes the deals, but Meg is the glue that holds this place together. Every single submissive and Dominant on staff would happily throw themselves in front of a bullet for her, myself included.
I can only take care of myself, and even then it’s a struggle at times.
I turn and look at her. She’s leaning against the bar, as at ease as always. Tonight she’s wearing a pair of pants that are tight enough to be a second skin and a complex black matching bra under an oversized silk button-down shirt that almost looks like she stole it from Hercules’s closet. She catches me looking and smirks. “We’re not having that kind of fun tonight.”
My cheeks heat and I laugh. “Can’t blame me for looking.”
Meg shakes her head. “Focus. Inviting Jasmine along means dealing with Jafar. Are you prepared for that?”
“You say it like he’s a big scary monster.” There was a time when Jafar played with a variety of submissives at the club, including me, but these days he only has eyes for his woman. It’s really, really sweet, though I’m smart enough to never say that in front of him. The man practically walks around with hearts in his eyes, but he’s still one of the scarier people in Carver City.
“I say it like he’s Jafar.” She chuckles. “But if you’re not going to change your mind, let’s get this over with.”
“You like Jasmine.”
“Of course I like Jasmine.” She gives me a wicked grin. “I also like pulling on Jafar’s tail. I just wanted to make sure you were ready for it.”
It shouldn’t rankle that Meg underestimates me, even after all this time. I spent years cultivating a persona that inspires those around me to protect, because I wasn’t strong enough to protect myself. It’s my own fault that the skin doesn’t fit well anymore. I’m making changes, but it stands to reason that it will take longer for others to recognize the difference in me. “I’m ready.”
“Then, by all means.” She motions an elegant hand to the booth tucked in the corner. It’s become Jasmine and Jafar’s customary spot when they spend time in the Underworld. Sometimes Meg joins them, but they tend to stick to themselves. Hence us inviting her along for girl’s night.