Free A Perfect Trifecta: Delta Heat, Book 3 by Delilah Devlin

eyes.
    Aiden moved his hips, rubbing his cock alongside Craig’s, building a little friction. “Put your hands around our cocks. Cup them together.” He raised his body and stared down between them as Craig did as ordered.
    Long fingers wrapped around both cocks. Aiden moved again inside the warm cylinder, thrusting slowly and waiting.
    Craig’s grip was loose at first, then cinched tighter. The muscles of his belly contracted and sweat gleamed on the swells.
    Aiden stroked through his hands, letting the pleasure wash over him, letting his own arousal build—letting his desire grow and grow, because when he reached a certain point, he wouldn’t restrain himself. Not with Craig. Not when the man needed to learn something about what it really meant to serve.
    After a few more strokes, Aiden pulled away and knelt to the side.
    Craig lay on his back, watching him, his cocky expression faltering. Need strained his features, curled his fists.
    A very nice start indeed.
    “Jenn, bring me a crop.”
    Craig’s eyelids dipped, and he let out a deep breath. His cock jerked against his belly.
    “I want you on your knees.” Aiden waited while Craig sat up then turned on the mattress, bracing his hands on the bed and spreading his knees, his hard, round ass presented.
    Aiden slipped a hand between Craig’s thighs and cupped his balls. Aiden closed his fingers around them and squeezed, judging Craig’s tolerance by the way his breath caught, then quickened. Aiden squeezed harder and pulled. Craig groaned and dipped his head between his shoulders.
    The crop landed on the bed. Jenn stood beside the mattress, her head bowed, her hands cupped together. He almost gave her a smile. She wanted the crop. He could tell by the way her gaze clung to it.
    Well, she’d have to get her kicks vicariously, because Craig’s bruised ass needed more embellishment—welts striping his skin. Aiden released the other man’s balls, crawled off the mattress, picked up the crop and braced a hand on Craig’s hip. “Count for me.” Then he raised the crop and laid the first stripe.
    It wasn’t an easy stroke, and Craig cursed under his breath. “One… Sir .”
    “Remember your safe word.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Aiden gave Craig another lash, this one a little less sharp, avoiding the purple bruises that sat atop the swells of his buttocks.
    “Two, Sir,” Craig said, his voice less strangled.
    Aiden smoothed a hand over one rump, then pushed his thumb into a bruise.
    Craig’s thighs and buttocks clenched, but he tilted up, an almost unnoticeable raising.
    Question answered, Aiden landed the next strokes on top of the bruises, ignoring the man’s gasps, paying more attention to the quivering of his arms and back, the resettling of his knees. Craig had been hard before, but Aiden didn’t need to grip his cock to know the cop’s erection was swelling even more. He liked the feel of the hard leather slicing at his skin.
    More lashes struck the curves of his ass and in the sensitive creases between thighs and buttocks, but never between his legs. Aiden gave him long lashes of the length of the crop, then shorter, targeted pops. Red stripes and circles appeared. He rubbed over them, enjoying the heat beneath his palms. He laid another stripe and Craig hissed through his teeth.
    “Bring me a flogger. Not the deer hide. It’s too soft.”
    He listened as Jenn’s quick steps left. Smoothing a hand on Craig’s skin, he dipped a finger between his buttocks.
    Breath hitched and held. Aiden skimmed farther down, gripped the sac then released it, reached deeper and slid his hand up the steamy column of Craig’s thick cock.
    Jenn returned and handed him the flogger. One with rolled leather flanges.
    “I want you kneeling sideways on the bed now, boy.”
    Craig rose up stiffly, aimed a glare at Aiden, but shifted on his knees and bent again. Ass pointed toward Aiden.
    Aiden gave Jenn a sideways glance. “Get under him and suck him.”
    “Fuck,” Craig