Erica's Choice (21 page)

“What, you think I’m deaf? I reckon the neighbors heard that.”

Corey turned to see Griff standing in the doorway, his shoulder leaning against the jamb. Corey chuckled while Erica hid her heated face in the curve of his neck.

“If you’re done working up an appetite in here, Red, I made some of those oats you like. Come get it.” Griff’s lips twitched. “If you can tear yourself away.”

Behind Erica’s back, Corey flipped Griff the bird. Griff returned the gesture as he swung around to leave.

“Griff, wait.”

Griff stopped and turned back, facing the rueful look on Erica’s face. Still half-groggy from sleep and the athletic fuck-session he’d heard clear down the hallway, she didn’t remember to grab the sheet or a robe to cover herself like she usually did. Her blushed-pink nudity was a call his dick heard loud as a siren. Not that it hadn’t already stood to attention at the sound of Erica begging Corey to fuck her.

“I’m sorry,” Erica said. “You were out there making my favorite breakfast and I was in here…goofing off.” That was one way to put it. “I didn’t mean to exclude you.”

Griff was horrified by the notion that he might have come across petulant at being left out of the morning activities. He was the one who kept pushing Corey to think of Erica as his and his alone. But hearing Erica and Corey going at it like such a hot-for-each-other
couple
had hit too close to some touchy place that remained buried inside. Anna and Jack had woken like that, all over each other in a way that Griff had often heard from his downstairs bedroom. He’d never gotten up the nuts to go join them because he hadn’t been explicitly invited to what seemed more like “them” time.

When was he going to man up and get over that old crap?

Griff reached for a flippant response. “Not a problem, Red. I enjoyed the auditory entertainment.”

Erica let her gaze drift downward meaningfully. “I see.”

He barely resisted the compulsion to adjust his jeans. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll think you’re up for another round.”

Her expression was an irresistible combination of goofy post-orgasmic dreaminess and still-gagging-for-it invitation. She lifted a finger and curled it toward her. “Come over here.”

That throaty command caused his heart—the heart that wasn’t supposed to be
involved
in any way, shape or form—to break into a samba. His erection strained against his fly, making Griff doubt his ability to walk the distance without limping.

Chuckling, Corey climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom, presumably to take care of the condom. Griff noticed the way Corey’s pecs rippled when he stretched his arms over his head. “Not my fault you’re an early riser.”

“So are you, I’ve noticed.”

Corey merely grinned, a cocky lilt to his lips that made Griff want to bite them. But he could hardly blame the other man for his self-satisfied expression. If Griff had made Erica climax with that primal scream, he’d feel pretty big-headed as well.

Speaking of big heads. Griff sauntered into the bedroom when a large part of him—a
very
large part—wanted to run. Erica knelt on the mattress, rising to meet him with an open-mouthed kiss that almost made his knees buckle. She smelled of warm sheets and hot sex, the faintest hint of lavender and a heavy dose of Corey. The mixture was thoroughly intoxicating, like every wet dream he’d ever had rolled into one.

Deciding not to point out they’d probably both be late for work if they went on this way, Griff skimmed his hands down to cup Erica’s bottom. Hell. He’d write her a note if he had to. “Have you got more in the tank for me, Erica Shannon?”

“I seem to have a never-ending supply these days, Dale Griffin.”

Griff nibbled at her lower lip, murmuring against it. “I liked the way you screamed for Corey. Did it get you off, thinking I could probably hear you?”

Her hips rocked into his, a telling gesture. “A little.”

Perhaps he wasn’t above petty rivalry, because the idea that he’d entered her mind while she’d been riding Corey like a cowgirl does a bronco made Griff smile. “A
lot
.”

“Okay, a
lot
.”

“You are one naughty girl, aren’t you?” Her licentiousness was all the more appealing because nobody else knew about it—nobody but him and Corey. “I can give Wachawski a run for his money, seeing as you’re still a little revved up.”

Erica pulled out of the kiss-chat-nibble thing they were doing with their mouths and shook her head as though to clear it. “It’s your turn.”

Griff could have objected once more to her penchant for keeping score about this stuff, but who was he kidding? When she sat on the bed and reached for his jeans to open them, all he could think about was how good it would feel if he simply let her blow him. “I have to appreciate your sense of fair play, sweetheart.”

“I’m not doing you any favors.” A few more movements of her hands and his jeans were resting low on his hips. Erica stared at the substantial boner he’d worked up on account of her—her and Corey. “I really enjoy having you in my mouth.”

“I really enjoy being there.”

Enjoy was such an inadequate word to describe the drugging ripple and spark of sensations that overtook him when she parted her lips and wrapped them around his pulsing head. Griff groaned as she moved down and over him, circling her tongue on his shaft for lubrication until he slid more easily into her sultry recesses. “Oh yeah, like that. Christ, that’s so soft and wet.”

Closing his eyes, Griff let his neck go rubbery until his head drifted back. He couldn’t believe Erica had ever lacked confidence in this area. She had a way of drawing a man into a trance with the tender press of her lips and the lazy swirls of her tongue. Griff fast lost himself in it. Then something in the atmosphere shifted, like a hot breeze travelling past him. The whine of bedsprings made Griff open his eyes.

Corey had returned from the bathroom and now sat on the edge of the mattress beside Erica. His avid gaze fixed on the slow bob of her head with a look Griff could only think of as hungry. Corey shifted the curtain of Erica’s hair out of the way so he could get a better view of what she was doing.

In Erica’s mouth, Griff’s cock flexed. The leak of precome was quickly swallowed with an excited little moan that made Griff fear the real thing was already on its way. He braced his hand on her cheek, the one that Corey wasn’t touching, and gently urged her off. “Give me a sec.”

Erica released him but continued delivering soft licks to his head and the tender spot just under the crown. “Hmm…you taste nice.”

Beside her, Corey groaned. There was such longing in the sound that Griff had to grab the base of his shaft and apply pressure to stop an embarrassing premature incident.

Corey’s baby blues burned like lasers as he assessed Griff’s reaction. Erica stared at him too, her fathomless dark eyes all-knowing, all-seeing in a way that was scary but somehow also soothing. As Griff watched, she stuck out her tongue and gave his cock a little butterfly flick. The steady eye contact was as sexy as the tickle on his taut skin. She repeated the maneuver a few more times, before shifting aside to place a soft kiss on his hip.

Corey stared at him, a question in his eyes.
Ah, Christ.
Griff knew what Erica was up to, what she was encouraging Corey to do, and it made him suck in a breath.

Erica cupped her hand around Griff’s girth and began a slow up-and-down stroke. Griff moved his own hand out of the way, threading it through her hair and letting her cadence hypnotize him. He stared at her, but his peripheral awareness of Corey didn’t dim. He sensed his friend’s curiosity, his craving, but the trepidation was there as well, as real as his hot, uneven breaths fanning across the tip of Griff’s cock.

Griff wasn’t going to ask. He couldn’t bring himself to discourage Corey either, not this time.

Erica’s free hand wandered, exploring the contours of Griff’s chest. The tip of her pinkie finger grazed his nipple at the same moment as another butterfly flick rushed his blood.

Jesus fucking Christ.
Griff watched, tortured by anticipation, as Corey leaned forward and did it again, this time ending the flick with a swirling lick the way Erica had been doing.

Afterward he sat back, his eyes wide as though he’d surprised himself. Then he made a sound at the back of his throat and dipped his head again.

Corey’s lips were cool on Griff’s fire-hot shaft. Where Erica’s movements were soft and teasing, Corey’s were tentative and awkward. Widening his mouth, Corey pushed down on Griff’s cock, trying to take too much in at once.

When he gagged and pulled back, Griff felt like he’d been slapped. “You don’t have to.”

“Shh.” The admonishment came from Erica, who put her hand on Griff’s ass, keeping him in place when she sensed he might retreat. “It’s okay.”

She drew the tip of his dick into her mouth, pressing her lips together and sucking in a way that made Griff groan and forget all about Corey’s rebuff. A moment later she released him, keeping up the motion of her hand.

Once again Corey lowered his head. This time he was careful to only take the tip of Griff’s cock between his lips. He kept the fit snug, sucking on the mushroom head like a lollipop, exactly as Erica had done.

Damned if Erica Shannon, his prudish, reserved English teacher, wasn’t giving Corey a blow-job lesson. Griff had never been so happy to be a guinea pig in his life.

“That’s it, Corey, just a little at a time.” With her free hand Erica stroked Corey’s hair, encouraging him as she kept her other hand wrapped tight around Griff’s shaft, pumping him as Corey licked and sucked at the tip. “Rotate your tongue around the top, he likes that.”

When Corey did it, Griff swore and shoved his hands into his hair. All the better to keep from grabbing the back of Corey’s neck and thrusting his cock all the way into his friend’s virgin mouth. “Jesus, Red. You’ve gotta hurry it up or I’m gonna die.”

Erica merely smiled.

“Keep doing that, Corey, but move a little bit more in every time you swallow.” Corey groaned, his lips vibrating on Griff’s staff. He did as Erica said, inching more of Griff’s meat past the back of his tongue. “That’s it. Now hold him here, stroke up and down the way I’ve been doing.”

Corey grabbed Griff’s dick and the added pressure, the fine-sandpaper sensation of calluses on his fingertips dragged a groan from Griff’s throat. He started moving his hand up and down in time with the motion of his head.

Heaven. Utter heaven.

Griff gave himself over to the rhythm, though it wasn’t always consistent or smooth and the occasional scrape of Corey’s teeth made him wince. He’d dreamed of plunging his hard cock into Corey Wachawski’s sexy mouth more times than he should have, he was hardly going to correct the guy. Especially not when Erica was so good at it anyway.

Yet a coolness on his right side told Griff she’d moved away.
Where?
He opened his eyes to see her reclining on the bed watching them. Between her legs, her hand moved in a harried motion.

Oh fuck, Erica you beautiful thing.

It hit Griff then, the emancipating, glorious truth. Erica was nothing like Anna Hendricks. Anna, who’d tolerated Jack’s interest in Griff only so long before ensuring through subtle machinations that all eyes were once again on her. Anna had never been aroused by the sight of Griff and Jack together, although she’d never outright told them to hurry up so she could have her time. Anna had never once had to get herself off watching her boyfriend give Griff a blow job.

And Corey… How could he ever have compared Corey to Jack Chambers? For Jack this act had always been about control, not giving pleasure. The innate generosity shamed Griff. He should have been more open with himself. He should have been the one doing all the giving instead of Erica and Corey, who were more uncertain of themselves than any two people he’d ever been with.

Trouble was, Griff wasn’t sure that kind of emotional courage was in him anymore.

Gently, Griff wound his fingers through Corey’s hair, noting how glossy it was—as glossy as Erica’s. He lifted him off. The anguish in Corey’s blue irises pierced Griff through. “Did I stuff it up?”

Griff shook his head. “No way. You’re doing great. I’m so fucking hard for the feel of your mouth, but I’m not gonna blow my load in there.”

“Griff…” Corey rolled his eyes.

“Trust me, it takes some getting used to.” Griff pulled Corey close, pressing his cheek to the flat expanse of his stomach. “Look at Erica. You’re turning her on too.”

Erica lay on her side now, her eyes soft as she watched their exchange. Her fingers still worked in languid circles on her clit.

“Oh, baby,” Corey breathed, reaching out to touch her cheek.

“You hard there, Cor?”

“Shit yeah.”

Griff stepped back. “Show me.”

Corey’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. He leaned back on one elbow and grabbed his cock with his free hand, giving the stiff column a few good tugs. Despite having come like gangbusters not so long ago, he was as big and red as a damn fire hydrant.

Oh to be twenty-five again.
“Keep doing that. Erica, come over here and help him out.”

Getting up on all fours, Erica stalked the bed until she reached Corey. Corey’s eyes and head rolled back when Erica about swallowed him whole, moving her mouth with the motion of Corey’s hand.