Chapter 11: The First Touch
The fire popped, sending a shower of amber sparks against the grate. The sound seemed to unlock Siobhan from her frozen awe. Her fingers, still loosely curled around him, tightened just enough to feel the pulse beneath the skin.Catriona watched, her eyes tracking the movement. “Like that,” she murmured, her voice a low thread in the music.“But slower. You’re not trying to win a race. You’re trying to learn the shape of him.”
Siobhan’s gaze was fixed on her own hand, her brow furrowed in concentration. She began to move her fist, a tentative up-and-down motion. Her touch was dry, a little awkward.“Use your other hand,” Catriona instructed softly. “Cover what you can’t reach. Aidan loves the feeling of being completely held.”
Aidan let out a shaky breath as Siobhan’s second hand came up, her palms enveloping him in a warm, encircling pressure.Her hands were smaller than Cat’s, her grip different.Novel. The comparison was immediate and electrifying.He braced his legs, feeling the muscles in his thighs tighten.
“Good,” Catriona cooed.She didn’t touch Aidan. She touched Siobhan, tracing the line of her friend’s bare spine with a single fingertip. Siobhan shuddered, her rhythm faltering for a second before settling again.
Then Catriona leaned in.Not toward Aidan, but toward Siobhan. She cupped the brunette’s cheek, turning her face away from Aidan’s cock and toward her own. The air crackled, charged with a new kind of possibility. Aidan watched, heart hammering against his ribs.
“You’re doing so well,” Catriona whispered, her lips inches from Siobhan’s.Then she closed the gap.The kiss was deep and unhurried. A consummation of their conspiracy. Aidan saw Siobhan’s eyes flutter shut, saw her hands on him go still as she surrendered to the kiss. Catriona’s fingers tangled in Siobhan’s dark hair, tilting her head for a better angle. The wet sound of their mouths moving together was obscenely loud. A low moan vibrated between them—Aidan couldn’t tell which woman had made it.
When Catriona finally pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connected their lips for a moment before breaking. Siobhan’s eyes were wide, her lips swollen and glistening.She looked wrecked and awakened.
Catriona’s green eyes, dark with a possessive fire, shifted from Siobhan’s face back to Aidan’s rigid length.“Now,” she said, her voice husky but firm. “Taste what I get to taste every day.”
The command hung between them. Siobhan stared at Catriona for a long second, a silent conversation passing in their locked gaze. Then, with a resolve that seemed to settle her nerves, she turned back to Aidan. She licked her lips, a quick, nervous flick of the tongue.She leaned forward, her hair falling like a curtain. The first touch of her mouth was a soft, closed-mouth press against the head. Aidan jerked, a bolt of pure sensation shooting up his spine. She did it again, then again, peppering him with these innocent, maddening kisses.
“Open for him, Siobhan,” Catriona urged, her hand now resting on the back of Siobhan’s neck. “Don’t be shy now.”
Siobhan took a breath that shuddered all through her, and then her lips parted.She took just the head into her mouth, her tongue circling tentatively. A sharp, gratified sigh escaped Catriona.“Yes.Just like that. Now more.Don’t think about it. Just take him.”
Aidan watched, mesmerized, as Siobhan’s mouth descended. She went slowly, her lips stretching into a tight ring as she struggled to accommodate his girth. A muffled sound, half-pain, half-wonder, escaped her throat.Her eyes were screwed shut, her brows drawn together in intense focus.
When she’d taken as much as she could, she paused, breathing hard through her nose. Catriona’s hand stroked her hair, tender and encouraging. “You look so beautiful like this,” she murmured.“Now move.Use your tongue. Find what makes him twitch.”
Siobhan began to bob her head, the motion clumsy at first, then gaining a ragged, eager rhythm. Her inexperience was palpable—the scrape of teeth, the erratic tempo—but its raw honesty was more erotic than any practiced technique. Aidan’s hands, which had been braced on his own thighs, now gripped the edge of the sofa cushion behind him.The leather groaned under his weight. He was falling into the sensation, the visual of his wife watching her friend devour him.
Catriona’s moan was long and satisfied. “God, look at you,” she whispered, her words meant for both of them. Her fingers kept stroking Siobhan’s hair, her own hips making a small, unconscious circle against nothing. She was lost in the watching, her fantasy rendering itself in flesh and breath and wet sound.
Siobhan picked up pace, gaining confidence, her throat opening to take him deeper. The obscene, slick noises filled the space between bursts of crackling fire. Her free hand found its way between her own legs, and the sight of her touching herself while she sucked him off broke something loose in Aidan. A groan ripped from his chest, deeper and rougher than before.
“That’s it,” Catriona gasped, her own arousal now a palpable heat in the room.“Make him feel good. You’re earning your memory, sweetheart. You’re earning every second of it.”
The words seemed to ignite Siobhan.Her movements became more frantic, more desperate. Her eyes opened, looking up the line of Aidan’s body to his face, holding his gaze as she sucked him. It was a challenge, an acceptance, a communion.Aidan knew he couldn’t last. The intensity was too much—the dual attention, Catriona’s voyeuristic ecstasy, the taboo of Siobhan’s wedding band glinting in the firelight as her hand worked between her thighs. The pressure coiled at the base of his spine, urgent and undeniable.
“Cat,” he choked out, a warning.Catriona understood instantly. Her hand on Siobhan’s neck tightened, not to pull her away, but to hold her in place. “Don’t stop,” she commanded, her voice fierce.“Take it. I want to see you take all of it.”
Her words were the final trigger. With a strangled shout that was mostly Catriona’s name, Aidan’s hips jerked forward of their own accord. Release tore through him, violent and shattering.Siobhan’s eyes went wide with shock as he pulsed into her mouth. She gagged slightly, but Catriona’s firm hand held her steady, a soft “shhh” cutting through the air.Siobhan swallowed, once, twice, her throat working. When he was finally spent, she pulled back, gasping, a trickle of milky white escaping the corner of her lips.
The silence that followed was profound, broken only by the ragged sound of three people breathing.The fire crackled, indifferent.
Siobhan sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked dazed, her body glowing with a sheen of sweat. She looked at Catriona, then at Aidan, who was still panting, his body slack with spent exertion.Catriona was the first to move. She reached out, not to Aidan, but to Siobhan. She gently wiped the remaining trace from Siobhan’s chin with her thumb, then brought that thumb to her own mouth, tasting it. Her eyes never left her friend’s.
“How do you feel?” Catriona asked, her voice tender now.Siobhan blinked slowly, as if coming back from a great distance. A strange, wobbly smile touched her lips.“Full,” she said quietly. Then her smile widened, turning genuine, edged with a newfound power. “And Andrew is fucking dead to me.”