Fournicopia by Delilah Devlin

Mondo’s chest and peered up at him. Her jaw clenched then eased. She tilted her head, and then her mouth trembled and stretched into a blinding smile as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Thank you,” she whispered.
    Mondo returned the hug, lifting her off her feet. “Don’t thank me yet.”
    Soft laughter spilled from Aislinn, and she wiped her cheeks. “This has been the most amazing evening.” Her head turned toward Gus, her gaze bright with unshed tears.
    Mondo put her down then stepped back. “Gus never had the privilege of watching us together.” His glance flicked to Gus. “Do you want to wipe the floor with my ass, or do you want to see?”
    Gus cleared his throat. “If she forgives you, I’ll choose my own time and place to forgive as well.”
    Mondo nodded, his lips curving. “I don’t suppose you’ll give me any warning.”
    “I reserve the element of surprise.”
    “I suppose you deserve it.” He flashed a smile and turned back to Aislinn. “Place your hands behind your head.”
     
    Aislinn stood, body bared. Something she’d been conditioned to accept by the man standing in front of her. To have her breasts and sex exposed for everyone to see didn’t bother her all that much. However, now she felt naked in a more fundamental way.
    Her mentor loved her. All the concessions he’d wrung for her, the extra time he’d spent teaching her, pushing her, all made sense now. He’d pushed to see if she possessed the answering spark.
    How disappointed he must have been. And yet, he hadn’t pulled away. He’d sought a man who fulfilled her needs. How generous and wonderful was that?
    Watching Mondo now, clearing his expression, drawing inside himself, she felt tears fill her eyes, because this might be the last time for them to be this way together.
    When he raised his arm, she held her breath. The first soft flick of the red-flanged flogger was a true caress. He brushed her breasts with the soft leather, the sensation as tender as any loving hand.
    She closed her eyes, unable to meet the blazing intensity of his, and raised her chest, inviting him to stroke there, aware Gus watched and had to know she loved his friend as well—although not as Mondo had hoped.
    Strokes brushed her nipples, her belly and the outsides of her thighs. Mondo circled her, flicking her ass and back, over and over, until her skin was hot and a slick of moisture trickled down her inner thighs.
    When swats landed on her mound, she edged her feet apart and accepted the soft, steady strokes against her pussy. Let him heat her sex until her labia swelled hot and her clit hardened to a painful knot.
    When she swayed, the strokes ended. She opened her eyes.
    Mondo’s chest rose and fell in sharp swells. His eyes glittered. Then his gaze fell away. “Jackson?”
    “Yes, buddy?”
    “May I have use of your woman?”
    “Depends.”
    Mondo gave a slight grin. “No fucking involved.”
    Jackson jerked his chin at Marti. “Be a good girl,” he said roughly.
    “You will need a pillow for your knees,” Mondo said, his voice sliding into his Dom voice, a sexy, curling purr.
    Aislinn moaned, already knowing what he wanted. Not that she hadn’t played with female subs before, but having the men around her, especially Gus, watching as Marti pleasured her, rocked her on her feet.
    Marti picked up a pillow and knelt in front of Aislinn. Her heart-shaped face turned up. She gave Aislinn a wink. “Some introduction, huh?”
    Aislinn, her fingers still woven together behind her head, glanced down, arching a brow. “You know this is every hetero guy’s favorite fantasy, right?”
    “Right…” Marti grinned wide then resettled her knees and reached out to grip the sides of Aislinn’s hips. “It’s not like I don’t know how it’s done. Watching Jackson is an education all by itself.” She laughed softly, and then leaned toward Aislinn, her tongue slipping out to flirt with Aislinn’s clit.
    Mondo circled like a