Erica's Choice (5 page)

Erica trailed her fingernails over it, clearly fascinated. Griff smiled. “Not the kind of girl who dates guys with tattoos, are you, Red?”

“No,” Erica admitted, almost bitterly. “I’m the boring, cautious type.”

“Not from where I’m standing.” Griff reached up and tweaked her nipple through the thin silk of her bra to make his point. “Nothing boring about you. Right, Cor?”

Griff turned Erica in his arms so her back was pressed to his chest. Then he unhooked her bra and let it fall to the tiled floor. In the scant light of the car, Erica had taken Corey’s breath away. Now, he thought he might have a heart attack. “You’re very exciting, Erica,” he croaked.

“He’s been eyeing you from across that pub for months, trying to find a way to talk to you. You’ve got her now, mate,” Griff pointed out. “So come and play with her.”

Heat scorched Corey’s face as he realized he stood in the doorway like a dolt, doing nothing to participate. In one hurried motion, he hauled his shirt over his head and strode toward Erica. Griff held her out to him like a gift, and Corey took her into his arms, kissing her lush mouth, eating up her excited little moans like each one was a sweet, long-hungered-for morsel. Her breasts skimmed his chest, their taut crests scraping his skin in a delicious friction that made his jeans way too tight.

He was going to blow prematurely—
again
—if he wasn’t careful.

Erica gasped into Corey’s mouth when Griff parted the zipper of her skirt, causing the garment to go the way of her blouse and bra. Corey slid his grip downward and cupped her ass through the dainty panties she wore, bringing her into closer contact with his raging erection.

“God, what an ass,” Griff rumbled. “Strip those panties off her.”

Corey’s excitement spiked, his fingers working immediately to do Griff’s bidding. He took Griff’s orders all the time. Griff was a senior firefighter, above Corey’s pay grade and miles beyond him in work experience. Griff had never given him instructions in a personal setting before, but following them felt entirely natural and somehow strangely thrilling at the same time.

Being told what to do by Griff was
hot
.

“Oh yeah.” Griff ran his hands over Erica’s bared ass cheeks, his fingers brushing against Corey’s in the process. Corey’s pulse leapt. His arms were full of warm, willing woman, and the sinuous movement of her feminine body aroused him unbearably. But there was something else going on, something blazing in the air between him and Griff that added an edge to his desire, that nudged a boundary Corey wanted to push wider even as the thought of it scared him.

What the hell was happening?

“Get her in the shower. She’s going to run out of hot water at this rate.”

Griff’s easy humor dispelled some of the tension. Corey chuckled as he guided Erica into the stall, hanging back long enough to step out of his jeans before following her in. “I don’t know about you,” he began when he had her in his arms again. He lowered his voice so only she could hear him above the patter of water on tile. “But I’m a little nervous.”

The laugh Erica released tremored. “Me too.”

“I won’t hurt you.” It was an easy assurance to give—he meant it with every fiber in him. “Neither will Griff. He’s a good guy.”

She smiled softly. “I know.”

Corey smiled too, delighted that she’d seen past Griff’s sometimes-brusque exterior to the decent man beneath. It made his emotions open more to her, strengthened the kinship he felt already existed between them. “You’re a special woman, you know that, Erica?”

From the way she almost blanched at his praise and ducked her head, Corey figured she had no idea. Heck, it didn’t make any logical sense that he was so sure of it. But somehow he was.

He wanted to make her sure of it too.

When Griff stepped into the shower with them, he dropped a couple of foil packets into the soap dish. Then he plucked a bottle of shower gel from where it rested on a glass shelf and squirted a generous amount over Erica’s back.

“I can tell you’ve never done anything like this before, Erica.” It was the first time Griff had called her by her Christian name, and his voice gentled as he spoke it. He rubbed the shower gel in slow circles over her shoulders until it lathered and made her skin slick and fragrant. “So we’ll take it slow. We’ll be gentle—if you want it rough you’ll have to tell us, okay?”

He waited until Erica nodded, surprise in her eyes. Corey doubted she’d ever asked for anything rough in her life.

“And we’ll make it easy on you. I’m going to tell Corey what to do to you.” Against Erica’s soft stomach, Corey’s hardness jerked. “All you have to worry about is enjoying everything. Okay?”

“O-okay.”

“You can trust me. Corey too. You know that, don’t you?”

Corey was gratified by Erica’s unequivocal nod. That trust was important to him.

“Get down on your knees, Cor,” Griff told him in that gravelly, lust-thickened voice. “I want to watch you eat Erica’s tasty-looking cunt.”

God.
Like before, Corey didn’t hesitate. He eased Erica back against the tiled wall, out of the direct line of the shower spray. Then he lowered before her.

Using both thumbs, Corey gently parted her lips and ran his tongue along the inner edge of them, narrowly avoiding her most sensitive place. Erica writhed against the slippery tiles at her back, thrusting her pussy at Corey’s face. Corey kept teasing her with his tongue, knowing her eventual release would be more intense if he took his time. She’d already climaxed in the car, and he wanted the second time to be equally as good.

“That’s it, Cor. Like that.”

Griff was standing beside Erica, playing with her eager tits, his gaze alternating between watching her and fixing on Corey, on what he was doing between Erica’s legs.

And there, right beside Corey’s head, was Griff’s cock. It was long and large, the smooth skin covering it flushed red with arousal. His balls were full and tight. Griff was the only person who hadn’t come yet, and it was obvious he badly needed to.

Corey was fascinated, excited and…tempted. By what?

Griff’s cock. He was tempted to transfer his tongue from Erica’s pussy to the throbbing head of Griff’s hard-on and taste it, tease it, please it. Until Griff lost control for once in his life.

Holy fuck.

Corey’s gaze slammed into Griff’s as the impact of his thoughts hit full force. He was wondering what it would be like to give his best friend a blow job. Griff’s eyes were knowing, tortured, as if he sensed Corey’s state of mind.

As if he wanted the same thing and was tormented by his inability to ask for it.

“She needs to come.” Griff could just as easily have been talking about himself. “Suck her clit. Don’t stop until she screams your name.”

Turning away from those other, confusing urges, Corey bent his head to Erica again, taking her sweet bud into his mouth.

Chapter Four

“You like the way that feels, don’t you, Erica?”

Griff’s rasped query made Erica tear her gaze away from the sight of Corey’s dark head moving at the juncture of her thighs. Griff’s eyes glittered like shards of polished topaz fanning out from the dark spots of his pupils. His excitement was a thick aura radiating from him, a mixture of potent male pheromones that could so easily have threatened her.

Yet Erica wasn’t frightened of Griff, any more than she was of Corey.

He traced circles around her areola with his wet, gel-slicked fingers. “Christ, you have a body on you. I can’t wait to sink my hard dick inside it.”

Erica’s hips bucked in an involuntary response. Corey’s grip on her thighs tightened, maintaining control of what he was doing. No fantasy she’d ever had could measure up to the reality of having Corey’s insistent tongue between her legs and Griff’s adroit hands stroking her breasts.

“Yeah, that’s it, Erica. I like it when you lose control.” To Corey he said, “Finger her hot cunt while you’re doing that. Find that G-spot and tickle it.”

Against her pussy Corey’s groan vibrated. Her inner walls contracted even before Corey drove his finger inside her, searching for a special place Erica had always thought a myth. She soon changed her mind as Corey fluttered his middle finger far inside her core, sending out delicious ripples of ecstasy. “Oh God!”

“That’s it. Don’t stop,” Griff commanded. “Suck her clit nice and hard.”

Corey did as Griff demanded, taking Erica’s eager button into his mouth and suckling. He kept moving his finger inside her while Griff pinched her nipples repeatedly. The intense pleasure of it all unraveled Erica. She climaxed violently, spilling wetness on Corey’s tongue that he eagerly lapped up.

“Christ, Red.” Griff turned her face toward him so he could claim her mouth in a marauding kiss. The hand with which he cupped her cheek trembled, bespeaking his own as-yet-unfulfilled needs.

Erica wanted to satisfy him—both of them. So when Griff made his next husky demand she didn’t bother summoning the energy to question it. “Turn around and face the wall.”

She put her back to the men, staring at the cheerful yellow and white tiles through the billowing steam in the stall.

“Put your hands flat on the tiles.”

Her heart thundering, Erica did as Griff said.

“Corey, what do you want her to do?”

Corey’s thick, excited voice answered, “Spread your legs apart, baby.”

Erica’s womb throbbed as she did what she was told. She was not a submissive woman, but there was something so darkly thrilling in following their instructions, not quite knowing where it would lead.

“Oh yeah,” Griff said. “Push your ass back as far as you can.”

Erica whimpered as she did it, curving her spine. On the wall beside her, Erica saw two hands reach for the foil packets Griff had placed in the soap dish earlier. Anticipation was like a hot spike in her womb as Griff announced, “Corey and I are going to take turns fucking you now, Red. Does that sound okay?”

Erica was so light-headed she could barely nod. “Yes.”

Mere seconds later her entrance was prodded by something hard and hot. Erica didn’t know which of the men was positioned there and for some reason the idea delighted her. She closed her eyes, prolonging the moment of mystery, the absolute wickedness of having her private parts breached and of having no certainty of who was doing it.

Her pussy walls rippled over the invading cock as it moved within her. She moaned her satisfaction as it filled her completely. Behind her she heard the soft sound of Corey’s swearing and thought it must be him inside her. But a moment later, she registered the callused grip that held her hips in place and knew it was Griff.

She knew the difference in the way they used their hands, the subtle variety in the texture of their skin. Already, she knew. It was astonishing.

Opening her eyes, Erica glanced over her shoulder. She saw Corey standing a little to the left, staring at the place where Griff’s cock pushed inside her in smooth strokes. Griff pulled her ass cheeks apart, and Erica knew he did it to improve Corey’s view.

Griff asked, “You like watching?”

Corey merely nodded in response to Griff’s question.

“I like it too.”

Griff pulled out of her then, making an incoherent wail of protest burst from Erica’s mouth. But she wasn’t abandoned for long. Corey was soon positioned between her spread thighs, the broad head of his cock dipping into her wetness. He grasped her hips and pushed inside.

Erica gasped. She knew enough not to say so, but Corey was bigger than Griff. His girth stretched her, made her muscles get some serious exercise as he started plunging in and out.

She sensed Griff watching the show with as much rapt interest as Corey had. The sexual escapades of her fantasy life had been all about her pleasure, they’d never included this level of voyeurism. They were watching each other have sex with her. It should have made her feel used, violated. Instead it made her feel like a treasure they shared.

“Erica, baby,” Corey panted. “You’re incredible. So tight and hot.”

Moving close to her ear, Griff murmured, “Tighter for him than it was for me.” Erica turned wide eyes toward him but he merely chuckled. “Fucking huge, isn’t he?”

Erica managed a rueful smile while her body jerked with each plunge of Corey’s massive member. “Oh my God, yes
.
”

Griff pressed his smiling lips to her temple. “You’re very sweet to try and protect my ego that way, cute stuff. But I’m just glad we’re showing you a good time.”

He reached over her head for something. A moment later there was the cool trickle of shower gel on her lower back. Griff turned it to lather with his hand, then spread it downward to coat her ass. “Slow down for a sec, Cor.”

The way Corey clutched her hips told Erica it cost him dearly, but he slowed his pace. Then Griff’s hand slid into the cleft of her ass, his finger inching toward her back entrance.

When he first probed the opening, Erica flinched. “I won’t do anything you don’t like.” Griff said. “I promise.”

It wasn’t logical, the trust Erica had so swiftly placed in them. Yet it was there, as real as the water cascading all around. “It’s okay.”