“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 c**k 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 c**k 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 br**sts, the cherry-red ni**les that turned into two puckered buds the moment they were exposed to the air. He loved her br**sts, 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 f**king loves it.”

Claire’s lips parted again and her tongue came out to moisten her bottom lip. Her face was flushed. So were her br**sts, 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 f**king 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 c**k was ready to burst, bringing on a hoarse expletive. “Put a condom on him and ride his cock, Claire,” Dylan ordered. “Ride his f**king 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 pu**y 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 c**k 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 c**k 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.