Page 17 of Amour Fou
“Jesus Christ,” Zeke sighs, rubbing his hand down his face and sitting back in the distressed leather wingback chair.
“Funny you should say that.” I raise an eyebrow, looking in between them both.
“What?” they both ask in unison.
I roll my tongue over my top set of teeth. “You want me bad enough to suggest that to me… then prove it.”
“Alyssa,” Zeke growls.
I look at him then, his knuckles white from the grip he has on the arms of the chair. “Afraid?”
“Of that? Not at all,” he counters.
“You’re serious?” Xaden asks, gawking at me.
“Hey, look.” I hold my hands up in surrender. “You suggested it, nobody is forcing you.” I giggle. “But you did say you would doanything.”
“So, you’re telling me, that if I suck his dick in front of you.” He points to his best friend. “Then you’ll give us whatever we want?”
Silence rings through the room and I take a little longer than they want to answer, but more than anything I’m giving them the time to change their minds. The deadpan expression on both their faces brings me to the realisation that changing their minds isn’t an option for them. So I give them a quick nod.
“Use your words, Alyssa,” Zeke demands, his voice gruff and filled with lust. “I want to hear you say it, we both do.”
Iknow what she’s thinking; that Xaden won’t do it. Except there are no lengths he won’t go, to get exactly what he desires, any time he wants it.
“Okay.” She nods. “Ifyou both give me this, you can have me for as long as you want, whenever you want. Fuck it!“ She lifts her arms, dropping them back against the arms of the chair. “Even after tonight.” Her mouth curves up devilishly and all I want to do is seal my lips with hers. “And my safe word will be a distant memory. I’ll be yours to use and abuse however you see fit.”
Alyssa is the most fascinating woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. If she was beautiful before, she’s fucking stunning now.
Xaden turns to face me. “You down for that, brother?”
“You heard her…” I look at him then. “So do me a favour, be a good boy… and crawl to me.”
Alyssa looks between the both of us so swiftly, her jaw hangs at my statement. Xaden knows what I like, he knows how I am sexually. Because for me, the gender or sex of a person doesn’t matter. It’s the connection, and right now, his mouth better connect to my fucking cock before I have to drag him over here and throat fuck him myself.
We have been friends for so long that nothing fazes us. There isn’t a single thing we don’t know about her, so this is nothing.
“Come on man,” he snorts. “I’m not crawling to—“
The hard click ofmy fingers silences him. “Don’t make me tell you again, Xaden.” My eyes meet his. “On. Your. Knees… like the obedient boyIalready know you to be.”
After a few seconds, my eyes follow him down to the floor where he removes his black leather gloves, launching them to the opposite side of the room. Positioning himself on all fours, he places one hand in front of the other. I watch him languidly crawl to me, my stomach swirling with nerves I didn’t know I’d feel in this moment; like butterflies breaking through their chrysalis.
Stopping between my legs, he sits back on his heels. Broad muscles spilling beneath the tight fitted shirt he’s wearing, clinging to him so perfectly I take my time to look him over. Angling myself forward, one forearm resting on my thigh, I trace the hard angles on his jaw.
“This can stop at any time, brother.” I look into his eyes, silently telling him that this is all his call. “We just won’t have her.”
“If you think I’m stopping, you’re crazier than I thought you were.”
Looking up, I focus on our girl, yet continue speaking to the man at my feet. “Take your shirt off.”
He follows orders perfectly, tearing the fabric from his broad chest and throwing it to the opposite side of the bedroom. Alyssa’s lips roll between her teeth, her breathing hitched as she keeps her eyes strained on us.
I peer down at my best friend. “Look at me,Habibi.“ I use the pet name he has called me from the very first moment we met twelve years ago. Cupping the underside of his jaw, I raise it slowly, making sure he is focused on me, and only me.
“Ana behibak.”
Without wasting a single second, he replies, “Ana behibak.”
