Sweet Little Spies (Masters & Mercenaries – New Recruits #3) Read Online Lexi Blake

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Masters & Mercenaries - New Recruits Series by Lexi Blake
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
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When Tristan used his thumb on her clitoris, rotating and pressing down as his tongue went deep, she couldn’t hold back a second longer. The orgasm swept over her in a crazy wave.

“I forgot how good you taste,” Tristan said, giving her pussy one last kiss before he got to his knees, staring down at both of them. “You manage to hold it together, A?”

“Barely.” Aidan breathed against her ear. “She wiggled all over my cock. It was torture.”

Tristan chuckled. “Well, let’s torture you some more, partner.” Tris’s hand reached out. “Come on, baby. Time for you to go for a ride.”

It was insane, but she felt another spark of arousal. The orgasm had been good, but it was nothing compared to being between them. It had been so long, the years becoming one deep ocean of longing. She allowed Tristan to help her turn over, to get into position so she straddled Aidan.

He grinned up at her, his gorgeous face alight with joy. It was an expression she hadn’t seen there in so long. Aidan was back where he was happiest. She stroked a hand along his cheek, her thumb tracing the strong line of his jaw. His hands came out to cup her hips, his own moving as he got his cock aligned.

A low huff came from him as he started to thrust up, joining them.

It felt so good. She was slick and ready for him. She couldn’t help but roll her hips, trying to take him deeper.

Aidan hissed, and his hands tightened on her. “You know we’re not ready for that. Don’t send me over the edge or we’ll have to start all over again.”

It honestly didn’t sound like such a terrible idea. “Promises, promises.”

A loud smack filled the air and then she was gasping, leaning toward Aidan as a sharp pain sizzled along her backside.

“Do not try me, brat,” Tristan said. “You stay still until we’re ready. Starting over doesn’t mean fun things for you, love. It means torture, and hours of it.”

She managed to not repeat her previous words—because none of this sounded bad. But she could tell when her Dom was close to being overwhelmed. He was overly stimulated, and she couldn’t blame him. She was only calm because she’d already had an orgasm.

And she wasn’t all that calm.

Her body tensed when she felt Aidan’s hands part the cheeks of her ass and then the sensation of lube against her. She whimpered as Tristan began to work it into her asshole, his big finger circling her and then opening her up. It was different from the plug. It was so much more intimate.

“Relax, Carys,” Tristan commanded.

“Relax, baby.” Aidan’s words were softer, punctuated with his hands stroking up her sides. “Let him in. I want to feel him against me, both of us taking what belongs to us. You taking what belongs to you.”

Them. They belonged to her if she could be brave enough to reach out and take them.

One of Tristan’s hands was warm on the small of her back as he worked the lubricant in, his big finger fucking her ass like his cock soon would. Tristan in her ass and Aidan in her pussy, the barest hint of flesh separating them. The thought made her shiver and still because she suddenly didn’t want to start over again. She wanted what they were promising her.

When she heard the sound of a condom opening she glanced back at Tristan.

He’d been wearing one all week, unlike Aidan. She was on birth control, and neither of them had ever had another lover. After she’d gone on birth control, they hadn’t bothered with condoms because they’d trusted each other. But Tris hadn’t even made her ask. He’d put one on the first time he’d gotten her properly in bed and had worn one every time since.

Because she hadn’t believed him.

“Did you cheat, Tris?”

“No,” came his choked reply.

“Then you don’t need it.” She laid her head against Aidan’s chest, listening to the strong beat of his heart.

“Are you sure?” Tristan asked.

She wasn’t sure about anything, but she had to start trying. “Yes.”

“You won’t regret it, baby. I love you. I love you so fucking much,” Tristan said and then she felt the head of his cock pressing against her.

She had to force herself to breathe as she flattened out her back and gave Tris the leverage he needed to work his way in. Pressure and pleasure warred as he entered her in sure, shallow thrusts, gaining ground each time. All the while Aidan held her, kissing her forehead and whispering all manner of sweet and dirty things to her.

She groaned as Tristan pressed fully in, seating himself, his hands on her hips.

“You feel so fucking good,” Tris groaned. “Come here.”

She tilted up, turning her head so he could lean over and mesh their mouths together.


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