is...hard. Aaron, I’m sorry. I can’t imagine how this is going to be for you, buddy.”
There, that was the crux. Mac knew Trent hated hurting his friend, and as long as Aaron didn’t want this, there was no way Trent would do it. She let out her breath and waited.
“I want her, Trent. But if it means the end of one of us, I’d rather it be this way. I have to have her, no matter what.” Aaron turned to Trent and looked him straight in the eyes. “If it means I have to submit to you to have her and keep you both safe, I will. Only... I don’t want this to fuck up our friendship.”
Trent shook his head and cleared his throat. “Not a problem.”
“It isn’t like you haven’t been the dominant male in our relationship. I’ve always had to fight to stay above water with you.”
With that being said, Mac knew they’d proceed with their plan. She asked, “Are you okay with this, Trent? Aaron’s got the most at stake, and he’s willing to go along with this. You’re sure, Aaron?”
He nodded, yet a frown furrowed his brows. “I can be submissive, I only hope my cat will accept you, or we’re both dead men.”
“Let’s get his cat used to your touch as well as your scent.” Mac tried to lighten the moment and smiled when she noticed the gleam in Trent’s eyes.
“Yeah, okay, Mac.” He winked at her and tossed his head at Aaron. “Hey, buddy, I respect the sacrifice you’re making so we can all be together. Don’t worry about our friendship. Nothing can fuck that up.” He cracked a smile, a rare thing on his face, and let out a low deep chuckle. “I
promise
I’ll still respect you in the morning.”
Aaron grabbed him around the neck, and they wrestled to the floor. Mac heard Trent’s laughter, and Aaron’s coarse obscenities.
“Do you give?” Aaron demanded.
“Yeah, yeah, I give. Now come over here so I can kiss you.”
“Shit, Trent!” Both men chuckled. The tussle broke the tension between them. “God, how drunk will I have to get to kiss your ugly mug?”
“Come here, boys. I’m so itchy.” Mac’s low seductive request had both men snapping to attention. She saw the evidence jump in their pants. She parted the shirt she still wore and asked, “Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Please assume the positions we were in before you so rudely interrupted my fun. You know I’ve never gotten to be the one in charge before.” Her feline smile made Aaron chuckle, and Trent shook his head.
“Go ahead and think whatever you want, babe. Everyone knows who’s really in charge.” Trent had her backed up to the wall with her hair in his hands and his mouth on her neck before he got to the end of the sentence. She winked at Aaron, who stepped up behind Trent and finished running his hands over his friend’s buff body. Mac felt the tension bunch up in Trent’s muscles, and then relax as he allowed Aaron to stroke his shoulders and back. Trent’s hands never released her breasts as he pressed her harder against the wall and kissed a swollen nipple.
She whispered to him, “Touch Aaron. He needs to become familiar with your touch. I’ll help.” She gently pushed Trent away and stepped in front of Aaron, turning him into Trent’s chest. “I’ve got his shirt. You undo his pants.”
Trent looked skeptical and hesitated, then reached around Aaron’s waist for his button. Aaron tensed as Trent’s hands casually brushed against his erect cock through his pants. Mac ran her hand down his chest and over his hips. She cupped Aaron’s balls, lifting them. “Trent, take him in your hand. Stroke him like you want to be stroked. Aaron, watch while his hands are on you, pleasuring you.”
Mac and Aaron both watched Trent slide his large hand around Aaron’s bulging cock. It immediately filled, growing larger in his hand. He stroked firmly up and over Aaron’s crown, using his thumb to tease the sensitive tip. Aaron groaned, leaning back against Trent’s chest, and held on to Trent’s
There, that was the crux. Mac knew Trent hated hurting his friend, and as long as Aaron didn’t want this, there was no way Trent would do it. She let out her breath and waited.
“I want her, Trent. But if it means the end of one of us, I’d rather it be this way. I have to have her, no matter what.” Aaron turned to Trent and looked him straight in the eyes. “If it means I have to submit to you to have her and keep you both safe, I will. Only... I don’t want this to fuck up our friendship.”
Trent shook his head and cleared his throat. “Not a problem.”
“It isn’t like you haven’t been the dominant male in our relationship. I’ve always had to fight to stay above water with you.”
With that being said, Mac knew they’d proceed with their plan. She asked, “Are you okay with this, Trent? Aaron’s got the most at stake, and he’s willing to go along with this. You’re sure, Aaron?”
He nodded, yet a frown furrowed his brows. “I can be submissive, I only hope my cat will accept you, or we’re both dead men.”
“Let’s get his cat used to your touch as well as your scent.” Mac tried to lighten the moment and smiled when she noticed the gleam in Trent’s eyes.
“Yeah, okay, Mac.” He winked at her and tossed his head at Aaron. “Hey, buddy, I respect the sacrifice you’re making so we can all be together. Don’t worry about our friendship. Nothing can fuck that up.” He cracked a smile, a rare thing on his face, and let out a low deep chuckle. “I
promise
I’ll still respect you in the morning.”
Aaron grabbed him around the neck, and they wrestled to the floor. Mac heard Trent’s laughter, and Aaron’s coarse obscenities.
“Do you give?” Aaron demanded.
“Yeah, yeah, I give. Now come over here so I can kiss you.”
“Shit, Trent!” Both men chuckled. The tussle broke the tension between them. “God, how drunk will I have to get to kiss your ugly mug?”
“Come here, boys. I’m so itchy.” Mac’s low seductive request had both men snapping to attention. She saw the evidence jump in their pants. She parted the shirt she still wore and asked, “Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Please assume the positions we were in before you so rudely interrupted my fun. You know I’ve never gotten to be the one in charge before.” Her feline smile made Aaron chuckle, and Trent shook his head.
“Go ahead and think whatever you want, babe. Everyone knows who’s really in charge.” Trent had her backed up to the wall with her hair in his hands and his mouth on her neck before he got to the end of the sentence. She winked at Aaron, who stepped up behind Trent and finished running his hands over his friend’s buff body. Mac felt the tension bunch up in Trent’s muscles, and then relax as he allowed Aaron to stroke his shoulders and back. Trent’s hands never released her breasts as he pressed her harder against the wall and kissed a swollen nipple.
She whispered to him, “Touch Aaron. He needs to become familiar with your touch. I’ll help.” She gently pushed Trent away and stepped in front of Aaron, turning him into Trent’s chest. “I’ve got his shirt. You undo his pants.”
Trent looked skeptical and hesitated, then reached around Aaron’s waist for his button. Aaron tensed as Trent’s hands casually brushed against his erect cock through his pants. Mac ran her hand down his chest and over his hips. She cupped Aaron’s balls, lifting them. “Trent, take him in your hand. Stroke him like you want to be stroked. Aaron, watch while his hands are on you, pleasuring you.”
Mac and Aaron both watched Trent slide his large hand around Aaron’s bulging cock. It immediately filled, growing larger in his hand. He stroked firmly up and over Aaron’s crown, using his thumb to tease the sensitive tip. Aaron groaned, leaning back against Trent’s chest, and held on to Trent’s
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