Erica's Choice (19 page)

“I think she’s letting you know she’s ready for your cock now. Is that right, Red?”

“Yes. Oh, yes, I’m ready.”

Corey reached for the foil package and tore it open. A moment later there was the sound of his zipper rasping apart and the rustle of fabric. Then his warm fingers gripped one of her hips and he began drawing her backward. Erica could picture him holding his cock steady with his other hand, taking aim with it as he brought her down onto the broad head.

The initial stretch of her flesh around his girth made a grateful whimper seep from her lips. She lowered herself over him, the sounds she made rising in pitch as she forced her flesh around his, inch my inch.

“God, Erica,” Corey groaned. Then he angled his hips upward as she moved the last distance.

Erica cried out when he was fully seated inside her. He and Griff had taken her from behind before, but sitting on him this way created a more acute penetration. It was as though he filled her all the way to her womb and beyond, to some central part of her she’d never known existed.

For a moment she was unsure how to move. Then Erica found purchase on his feet—he still wore his shoes, his trousers bunched around his ankles. She pressed the balls of her feet onto his shoes and used the leverage to begin a slow up-and-down cadence.

“That’s right, baby. Oh yeah, do that. Fuck me, Erica.”

Erica continued the rhythm, gradually increasing the pace. She grasped the arms of the chair on which they sat, using the grip to steady her as she ground her ass into Corey’s hips, seeking every inch of his length. Corey wound his arms around her, keeping her back pressed to his chest, apparently seeking the same closeness.

Griff’s chair scraped against the deck as he pushed it back. Opening her eyes, Erica saw him walk toward them, his strides unhurried. She marveled at his controlled facade. He was excited, the evidence was there in his eyes and in the significant bulge of his jeans, but he approached as though he was still deciding what to do with them.

He came to stand before Erica, brushing a wayward hank of hair back from her face. “I swear, you are the two sexiest damn people I’ve ever seen. Watching you together is almost enough to make me come.”

A vision came to Erica, of Griff taking his cock out, stroking it, not taking his eyes off the slow, sweet way Corey fucked her until his semen erupted from his body. “I want you to.”

“Oh, I will.” He traced the shape of her lips with his finger. “But around here, ladies always come first.”

Holding her gaze with the wicked intent in his, Griff lowered to his knees. His mouth was warm and wet as it enclosed the tip of her breast. Erica threw her head back, resting it on Corey’s shoulder as she arched into the exquisite sensation of Griff’s lazy sucking. Corey cupped her, tenderly massaging her flesh, offering it up for Griff to sample. Griff did more than sample her, he tasted, teased and devoured, working her nipple until it was distended and hard as flint. Then he transferred his attention to the other one.

Corey took her now-abandoned peak between his thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed. The twin assaults had her soaring upward before she could stop herself. Her body quivered and strained, reaching for orgasm with clasping, desperate hands.

Griff slid one hand downward to find her burning, pulsing clit with his finger. Ever so lightly he flicked his fingertip over the swollen knot of flesh, never taking his mouth from her. Behind her, Corey rocked his hips, moving with relentless purpose in and out of her pussy.

Her climax exploded inside her, ripping an animalistic sound from her throat. Her inner walls clutched at Corey, her orgasm stretching out for long glorious moments. She was moving in spasms over Corey’s cock when Griff stood and tore open his fly. Corey shifted his hand to cover her mound, rubbing her clit to keep her orgasm alive. Erica was still coming when Griff took advantage of her gasping mouth, plunging his cock into it.

Erica’s exclamation of delight was muffled by the hot hard rod of Griff’s erection as it moved over her tongue, filling every recess of her mouth. Still teetering on the edge of her orgasm, Erica responded with enthusiasm, sucking him with eager movements of her lips and tongue. Corey kept up the pressure on her clit, stroking it while Griff thrust his fingers into her hair, holding her in place for his invasion.

Astoundingly, Erica came again, gyrating her hips and taking Griff in so deep she almost gagged. She fought against the urge, willing to suffer any physical discomfort to avoid disappointing Griff. Moving past the psychological barrier, Erica concentrated on breathing through her nose and relaxing her throat muscles so she could accept the greater depth he sought.

“Holy mother of Christ,” Griff swore as he eased in to the hilt. “You have a fucking fantastic mouth.”

Behind her, Corey groaned. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

Over Erica’s head, Griff pinned him with a stare. “Jealous?”

“Fuck yes, I wish she was sucking my cock.”

“Wanna switch?”

Corey ground into Erica, licking a trail over her neck. “No. I like being here more, watching her take you in and out of her mouth.”

Griff’s cock pulsed against Erica’s tongue. She moaned and increased the pressure she exerted, clamping her lips around him, tightening the fit as he thrust inside her. His movements grew more harried, his hand twisting in her hair. “That’s it, Erica, milk me. I’m going to spill my load any second now.”

“Oh shit.” Corey jerked harder, rougher into her, until her ass bounced on his thighs. Griff held her as steady as he could while he used her mouth. The sensation of being stuffed so full overwhelmed her, causing her clit to pulse where Corey still rubbed it with his fingers. With a final, brutal push Corey released himself with a primal roar. The knowledge of his climax brought on another one for herself. Erica’s eyes stung as tears of shock and pure physical ecstasy threatened. She’d had no idea her body was capable of sustaining such prolonged pleasure.

A moment later Griff swore and dragged his cock out of her mouth. He held the base while pearlescent liquid spurted from the tip, bathing Erica’s chest in streaks of wet heat.

When he was at last spent, Griff rested his weight on the table behind him, grabbing a napkin and handing it to Corey. Corey remained buried within her while he cleaned her off with tender swipes. He held her against him, pressing his face into the curve of her neck. “Did I hurt you?”

Erica shook her head. A second later her half-empty glass of wine appeared in front of her. She took it from Griff’s fingers, gulping some of the contents down because she was thirsty. When she saw the concerned look on Griff’s face, she wondered if he’d offered the drink because he assumed she’d be impatient to wash the taste of him from her mouth.

The thought made her eyes sting again. “Thank you—both of you—so much.”

The string of words Griff spat was particularly virulent and inventively vulgar. “Christ, Erica. We’re the lucky ones.”

Erica shook her head in amazement, wetness pooling in her eyes. “I never realized I was capable of so much.”

Corey said, his voice threaded through with anger as he repeated something she’d told him during that first, revealing phone call, “The last guy made her think she wasn’t good at giving head.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding.” Griff’s expression hardened, matching the ire in Corey’s voice. “Not good at it? Sweetheart, you just deep-throated me like a pro.”

Laughter burst out of her, causing the tears to spill over. Immediately, Griff muttered regretful words and lifted her from Corey’s lap. He wrapped her so tight in his arms her lungs compressed. “Shit, I’m sorry. That was a bad comparison.”

“No, it’s fine. I think I’m actually flattered.” The incredible sex must have done something to scramble her brain. The woman she’d always thought she was would never have taken being compared to a prostitute in her stride. “You’re very sweet in your own, totally unique way, Dale Griffin.”

He grunted. “No I’m not. I’m an insensitive asshole.”

Corey stood, pressing his chest to Erica’s bare back. His arms moved to enfold them both. “You’re our insensitive asshole.”

Against her breast, Erica felt Griff’s heart give a few hard thumps. In that moment she understood how completely Griff loved Corey, and the affection she felt for both of them blossomed, expanded into something more miraculous, more dangerous.

Yet the notion that she could easily fall in love with them, that in fact she was already halfway there, wasn’t the issue. When it came time for her to move on, to go back to her solitary existence, she would always be comforted by the knowledge that Griff and Corey had each other. That she had played a part in bringing them together. She would have her memories and that would have to be enough.

“Let’s head inside,” Griff suggested. “Take this woman to bed and show her how much we appreciate her doing us sexual favors.”

Corey smiled against Erica’s shoulder. “Best idea you’ve ever had, mate.”

As Griff lifted her legs around his waist and carried her, Corey following close at his side, Erica silently agreed with Corey’s assessment.

The night and the following day passed in a blur of want and sensation, gasping sighs and mind-numbing ecstasy. As Erica hadn’t brought a change of clothes with her, Griff lent her a faded navy fire-service T-shirt that came to mid-thigh and was so soft from years of wear that it brushed her skin as sensuously as the finest lingerie. She remained completely naked beneath it—Griff wouldn’t return her underwear. More expedient, he’d said.

Erica lost track of how many orgasms she’d had by the time she found herself stretched out on the couch sometime on Sunday afternoon with her head in Corey’s lap and her feet on Griff’s shoulders, moaning as Griff lapped at her bared pussy. Griff’s T-shirt was bunched at her throat, giving Corey easy access to her naked breasts.

His touch was so tender, almost reverent as he circled her areola with one finger. Between her legs, Griff kept up the slow steady pace. Corey looked into Erica’s eyes. “Does that feel nice, baby?”

Nice didn’t begin to cover it, but Erica was beyond offering appropriate superlatives. She merely nodded and bit her lip when Griff teased a particularly sensitive spot.

Corey cupped a breast in his hand, strumming the swollen tip with his thumb. He watched avidly as she squirmed beneath the twin assaults of his hand and Griff’s mouth. “Griff knows what to do with that tongue.”

The suggestion that Corey might speak from personal experience had juice spilling from her depths for Griff to feast on. All night and all day they’d concentrated their energies on her, rather than each other. Were they holding back for her benefit? Didn’t they believe that she not only approved of their relationship but wanted to witness the intimacy they’d begun to develop?

“Corey…”

“I know, baby.” Softly, he pinched her nipple. “He’ll end it soon.”

“Like hell.” Griff lifted his head, only to blow a teasing stream of air across her sensitized nerve endings. “I’m having way too much fun down here.”

Erica could only squirm, the declarations she’d wanted to utter lost in her throat. Perhaps they’d think her a pervert for wanting to watch them pleasure each other, or maybe their relationship hadn’t progressed as far as she’d thought.

Now wasn’t the time, she decided. What woman in her right mind would interrupt what was happening already?

Corey took both her hands in one of his and eased them over her head, pressing them into the soft leather couch. “Open your legs wider, Erica.”

Beyond independent thought, Erica arched and let her legs fall open farther. She planted one foot on the floor while Corey helped her hook the other over the back of the couch. “Oh yeah. That’s so pretty, Red.”

Griff returned his mouth to her pussy, but this time he had access to everything, every part of her—and he took full advantage. He added a finger to his technique, shafting her with it and fluttering it deep inside her, hitting the spot guaranteed to send her into the stratosphere. He flattened his tongue and bathed her clit in wet heat.

Corey kept her wrists trapped above her head, his other hand kneading her breasts, teasing the aching tips, while Griff kept up what he was doing. Erica felt her climax approaching, already recognizable in its intensity. She rode it out with a taut cry that could have been Griff’s name, or Corey’s.

It didn’t matter. She was helpless at the hands of either one of them, completely powerless against both. The last twenty-four hours had been like an occupation, the Germans invading France—if the Germans had brought decadence and utter joy with them. Erica had no desire to defend herself against Corey and Griff. It was so much more glorious to lose herself.

Corey swooped down and kissed her hard on the lips. “You are so sexy when you come. And I love it when you call out Griff’s name.”

Against her inner thigh, Griff’s groan vibrated. He rose to his knees, his shirtless form tense, his muscles flexed. He curled insistent fingers around Corey’s neck and pulled him into a savage kiss.

Corey moaned, relief in the sound. Erica could only watch, rapt, as Griff worked Corey’s mouth open and swept inside. Possessing him as he had just possessed her. She knew her own flavor must have been shared between them, and the knowledge made everything in her pulse with life.