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Roman

“ H ow did your meeting with Koa go?”

Roman swallowed. He’d barely arrived home before Bri pulled him upstairs to their bedroom, saying she wanted his opinions on some clothes she’d bought. He’d assumed it was a ploy to get him into the bedroom—not that he needed much encouragement there.

But no, she really wanted to try on some clothes for him. Lingerie, to be specific.

“Um,” he began, watching the hem of the deep blue babydoll she wore swirl as she turned to face him. He shifted his hips, readjusting his straining erection. “That one’s very sheer.”

Bri put her hands on her hips, looking back in the mirror. “It is, but I prefer it to the basque. I don’t have so many straps to contend with.”

“The basque did have the thigh high stockings though.” Fuck, Roman didn’t know where to look.

“A couple of the other outfits have those too.”

His eyes blew wide. “There’s more?”

She nodded excitedly, disappearing into the bathroom. “Let me go and get changed.”

“Can’t you get changed out here?” he said hopefully, his cock nodding in agreement.

“No,” came her answering yell. “I want you to get the full impact at once. Tell me how the meeting with Koa went.”

Roman didn’t want to think about Koa when he had an erection, but he obliged. “The Syndicate is having problems. They’ve lost another couple of high-ranking members, and the low-ranking members are scattering like flies.”

The sound of fabric shifting came from the bathroom. “Reina mentioned leaving the Syndicate when I had lunch with her last week.”

That was news to him, but he couldn’t blame her. Life expectancy for high-ranking Syndicate members was dropping by the day. “Does she have firm plans?” And maybe a life-insurance policy.

“Not that I know of. She was worried about how Mom would take it.”

“About as well as a slap in the face, I’d imagine. Did she…?” His question died a quick death—unlike the Syndicate’s top brass—as Bri exited the bathroom in an angelic white bodice and thigh-high stockings.

“What do you think?” she asked, fitting her hands to her waist and tilting her head. The pair of bunny ears she wore juddered.

His mouth went dry as his gaze roamed over her. The infinitesimal gap between her thighs he wanted to trace with his tongue. The tight curve of her waist that flared out around her hips. The way the stockings bit in to her thighs. How the corset pushed up her breasts, as though offering them to him on a platter. “I think I need a closer look before I come to any conclusions,” he said hoarsely.

Bri’s lips pursed to one side in a self-satisfied scrunch. “No. You’re looking, not touching. Wanna know what the best bit is?”

Roman gave her an inquisitive look, but then she slayed him by turning around to reveal a bunny tail that would out-fluffy a Samoyed. He bit down on his knuckle as she wiggled her rear. “This isn’t playing fair.”

“I didn’t intend to get themed outfits,” she admitted, repositioning her bunny ears. “Buuuuut…” She looked towards the bathroom.

“How many sodding outfits did you buy?!”

“Aldous gave me a damn black card, Roman,” she snarked back at him, waving her hand out. “I got as many as I wanted.”

“Come on then, bunny.” He clapped, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Show us what you got.”

“No! I gave you a preview because I’m nice, but I want the rest to be a surpr—” Bri fell silent as the rumble of a motorbike came into earshot, pouncing over to the window on her little rabbit feet.

Roman stood, approaching her from behind to join her at the window. He couldn’t resist palming her arse, giving her neck a predatorial bite. Down below, Aldous passed through the automatic gates on his Ducati, heading towards the garage in a slow, capable crawl that only another biker could appreciate. Being able to ride a motorbike at speed was surprisingly easy. Making those tight turns at crawling speed? That was a challenge, and Aldous made it look easy.

Bri pressed her rear up against the thick ridge in his trousers. “Reckon I should go and say hello?”

He let out a hum as he deliberated, his hips against hers. “I’m sure he’s had a hard day at work.”

Roman knew the minute Aldous entered the house; Jasmine’s black ears twitched. She left the well-carved groove in her armchair to enter into a long stretch, before padding her way out of the room and down the staircase.

He followed her—but only to the landing. “Come upstairs, Aldous. Bri and I need your opinion on something.”

There was a responding grumble from the kitchen, but soon enough, the familiar footsteps of the man he loved were stomping up the staircase. Bri scampered into the bathroom, a conspiratorial smirk on her jaw.

Jasmine crested the stairs first, followed by a weary Aldous. His dark hair sat at an awkward angle on his head, no doubt due to his helmet.

“Long day?” Roman asked, smoothing it back down in its proper direction.

“ Hmph .” Aldous leant into his touch, laying his forehead on Roman’s shoulder. “It would have been fine without Vivian. Woman makes my life ten times more stressful than it needs to be.”

Roman let his arms curl around him, pressing his cheek against Aldous’s head. The last few weeks had been marred by Vivian’s involvement in the company Aldous was trying to run. “Her ship is sinking,” he murmured, taking some of Aldous’s weight as Roman guided him to the bed. “She’s scrabbling in any direction she can find purchase in.”

Obediently, Aldous let Roman push him down to sit on the bed. “What did you need help with again?” he asked, propping himself up with his hands as Roman lowered to his knees.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Roman winked, undoing Aldous’s shoelaces.

There was heat lying dormant in Aldous’s eyes, but he turned to look around the room. “Didn’t you say Bri was up here too?”

“You wanna come out, Bri?” He wasn’t sure whether she’d stayed in the bunny outfit or whether she’d changed into another one of her outfits , but he was eager to find out.

“Give me a sec. I’m nearly done,” she called, amidst fabric rustling.

Aldous flicked back to him. “Doing what?”

“Showing you what you paid for.” Roman grinned. “But I do know something that can help you relax after your stressful day at work.”

The heat in Aldous’s eyes came to the forefront, his lips pressing together. “Do you now?”

He gave a slow nod. “Can I touch your thighs?”

There was a moment’s hesitation, but eventually Aldous inclined his head.

Victory stole over Roman’s spine like a beam of light. He eased his hands down the inside seam of Aldous’s powerful thighs in a blaze of triumph. Roman hadn’t wanted to push it after their conversation earlier this week, but Aldous truly was getting more comfortable with physical contact.

And Roman would never, ever take it for granted.

Bri’s voice filled the room just as his fingers found the long bulge sitting comfortably between Aldous’s thighs. “Are you ready?”

Aldous sucked in a breath as Roman set about turning the bulge into an iron rod, his fingers massaging over the fabric. “I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to be preparing for,” Aldous called back.

Roman smirked. “I’m setting you up for success here, big boy.”

A flash of black-and-white exited the bathroom, and he looked over to see Bri leaning against the bathroom doorway dressed in the sexiest fucking French maid outfit he’d ever seen, complete with fishnet stockings and a feather duster. “What do you think?” she asked, turning around to show them the skirt barely covered her arse.

Roman’s tongue brushed against his lip, listening to Aldous swear beneath his breath. “Oh, that one’s my favourite so far.”

“What do you mean so far ?” Aldous asked. “Is this what you two have been doing all day?”

“For like the last half hour,” he replied, getting to his feet to pull Bri towards them, running his hand along the spell-binding curve in her waist. “And you’ve been enjoying torturing my poor cock that whole time, haven’t you, patootie?”

“Maybe just a little,” she admitted, hooking her arms around his neck and leaning her head to the side.

God, she was so fucking adorable. Roman bent his head to take her lips in a sensual kiss, his tongue gliding against hers. A groan left him when he realised Aldous had moved behind him, his lips on Roman’s neck and his hands working their way down his hips.

“Want me to make it better for you?” Aldous asked in a rough rasp.

Roman let his head fall back onto Aldous’s shoulder, a hiss of relief sounding when Aldous found his cock. “Fuck yes.” Bri jumped into action, pulling Roman’s shirt over his head whilst Aldous attacked his trousers. “Hang on, when did you two decide to pluck me like a chicken?”

The only answer Roman received was Aldous’s hand wrapping around his cock to give it a heavenly stroke.

Well, that answer was good enough for him.

Bri’s lips returned to his quickly enough, letting her tongue brush against his in playful swipes as his hands roamed her body. He was torn between wanting to rip the outfit away to reveal what was hiding beneath or wanting her to leave it on whilst he fulfilled every filthy fantasy he’d ever had.

Midway through his deliberations, Aldous guided them over to the bed, pushing Roman onto his back before returning his hand to its rightful place—Roman’s cock.

But judging by the way Bri lowered to her knees, it would soon have company.

A long, edacious moan left him as she ran her tongue around the head of his cock. He couldn’t look away, spellbound as she took him deeper into the heat of her mouth. His hips almost came off the bed at that first suck, but every subsequent pass felt better than the one prior.

Roman was about to close his eyes and let the pleasure pull him away when Aldous’s knees hit the floor.

“Does he taste good, love?” Aldous whispered, his hands disappearing beneath Bri’s short black skirt.

Bri moaned out her approval around Roman’s cock, the vibrations from her throat driving him almost as wild as the sight of the two of them before him on their knees. She pulled back after a particularly deep draw, damn near sucking his soul out. “Want to find out?” she asked, sticking her tongue out.

Aldous accepted the offer too quick for him not to have been considering it beforehand, yanking her towards him with his free hand and devouring her mouth.

There was every chance this might have been the hardest Roman had ever been in his life, watching the two people he loved best in all the world gorging themselves on the taste of his cock.

“Again,” Aldous bit out. His arm was still buried beneath her skirt, but the glaze of desire in her eyes meant Roman didn’t have to guess the specifics.

Bri obeyed, stretching her lips around his cock just long enough to collect his precum on her tongue before gifting it to Aldous—and starting the process over again.

“You two are killing me here,” Roman croaked, his lips parting as his cock disappeared between Bri’s lips for what felt like the thousandth time.

“Would you prefer we both tasted you at once?” she threw back at him, a mischievous smirk lifting her perfect lips.

Roman’s eyes flared.

Aldous froze—all except his gaze. It slowly dragged down the length of his cock, feeling as good as any hand ever had. Aldous rolled his tongue over his bottom lip, weighing the possibility like he didn’t hold Roman’s life in the palm of his hand.

He would have bet his entire net worth that Aldous would refuse.

Roman watched his life savings drain away before his eyes as Aldous’s hand wrapped around his cock. The delicious heat of his tongue was there a moment later, running around the head before lapping at the moisture beading around his slit.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, his eyes widening as he watched his cock disappear into Aldous’s blisteringly hot mouth.

The first descent was a tentative one, but Aldous soon turned ravenous, that predatory amber gaze staring him down as it laid him out flat.

Catching Bri’s look of triumph, Roman sank his fingers into the back of Aldous’s head. If it was anyone else bobbing up and down on his dick, Roman would have shifted his hips in time with their movement.

With Aldous, though? Shit, he didn’t want to push it—and remaining immobile whilst he received the most intense blow job of his life was its own kind of torture.

Judging by the way Bri’s touch drifted up her thigh and under her skirt, he wasn’t the only one having trouble containing himself.

“Let me do that for you, love.” Aldous guided her between Roman’s thighs. “You just be a good girl and suck his cock for me.”

Still, Bri hesitated. “I…”

Aldous’s hands lifted away from her skin so quickly Roman almost didn’t detect it. “What’s wrong?”

“I want to feel you inside me.”