Hidden Heat (11 page)

“Yeah, yeah,” I rolled my eyes. “We get it. You’re hot stuff.”

“Damn right.”

Desire and relief mixed in my mind to form a heady hormonal cocktail, and I pulled Scott into another kiss. Beside us, Grant growled appreciatively, and when I drew back from Scott, he was right there next to us. His masculine scent was different to Scott’s, but just as enticing, and I couldn’t help but lean in and give him a light peck on the lips.

He licked my lower lip suggestively, and I was lost. While Scott pressed against my back, I wound my arms around Grant’s neck and kissed him heatedly. He didn’t set my entire body singing the way Scott did, but he was good. Really good.

Or maybe that was just the ultra-dose of hormones talking.

I eased back with an apologetic smile, hoping I wasn’t blushing. “Sorry. I think I’m a little out of control, here.”

Grant stepped back immediately, exchanging nods with Scott, and I felt a pang of loss. The way I felt right now, I could happily have ripped both their clothes off, and I didn’t even know if it was my own reaction or down to my hormone imbalance.

“Scott,” I murmured, and he eased me down onto the couch, wrapping his arms protectively around me.

“I know. C’mon, calm down.”

I wriggled free, grabbed the shot of alcohol Grant had poured for me, and raised it in an ironic salute. “To being totally out of control.”

The spirits burned down my throat, and I sat back, watching Grant and Scott reach for their drinks. Scott caught my eye, holding up his glass. “To a solution to the problem.”

That was a more optimistic way to look at things, and I clinked my empty glass against his full one, then Grant’s. “Pretend I’ve drunk to that.”

Grant grinned, knocked back his shot and set about refilling our glasses. On my other side, Scott swallowed his own mouthful of Liquid Fire. “Are you sure getting Holly drunk is the best idea right now, Grant?”

“Can you think of a better time to get her drunk?” Grant rolled his eyes at me and I laughed, swept along by his infectious enthusiasm.

“What, were you holding out for a threesome with Skye instead? We could call her,” I teased lightly.

Grant snorted.

“Grant and Skye don’t get along,” Scott said, running a hand through his hair a little uncomfortably.

“Really? What’s the story, Grant?” I asked.

“I dunno.” He shrugged and passed me another shot. “Bad break-up, I guess. She wanted to screw whoever she felt like, whenever the opportunity came up. I’m more of a monogamy kinda guy, with the exception of a few threesomes.”

“I’m sorry.” I hadn’t meant to bring up bad memories—but I guessed curiosity had killed more than a few cats.

“Doesn’t matter,” he replied, passing a glass across me to Scott, then picking up his own glass. “To more than one week of sex per year. Fuck that Focused bullshit.”

I could definitely agree with
that
sentiment. “Amen.”

“Uh-huh,” Scott agreed.

We drank. My mind spun—hormones or alcohol? I had no idea, and since I knew we were in a safe place I decided not to worry about it.

“Grant?”

“Holly?”

“Do you really wanna sleep with us?”

“You’re gorgeous. Scott’s not a bad lay.” His lascivious wink sent a flood of heat into my pussy, and I squirmed a little as Scott kissed my neck. “I don’t wanna take advantage of you if you’re nymphed up, though. You might regret it once your hormones are under control again.”

I didn’t want to hear that. “They are. The meds Beth gave me are working, and I’m doing okay.”

“Cool.” Grant looked over my head at Scott. “You know her better than I do. Your call whether she really is in control.”

I turned to him and he looked into my face as if searching for something. Then he said, “Okay, we can do this on one condition. Holly goes out to the coffee shop on the corner and gets us coffee. We take some time out and drink that first. That okay, Holly?”

I had no idea what his logic was, but it seemed a reasonable enough request. “Okay… What’s your poison?"

“Hazelnut latte,” Grant said immediately. “I know, it’s a girly drink, but it’s great. I live off those things.”

“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” Scott told me, and I pressed a swift kiss to his forehead, then stood up.

“Be right back.”

I’d only taken three steps towards the door when Scott jumped up and followed me, pulling me back into his arms and kissing me breathless. I pulled back, confused and awash with lust. “What was that for?”

“That was a test. When you were out of control, you couldn’t make yourself leave without kissing me half to death, remember? You’re in control now.”

It made a warped kind of sense, now I thought about it. “Oh…”

Grant pressed against my back, the beginnings of an erection pushing against my tailbone. “Think we should move this party to the bedroom?”

I let them guide me upstairs into Scott’s room, and as he closed the door behind us I heard the reassuring hiss of a soundproofed door closing. When I turned to Grant, he drew me into a sensual kiss, his tongue inviting mine to play as he cupped one of my breasts with his hand, squeezing the hypersensitive nipple until I gasped.

“Come on, let’s get you out of these clothes.”

I wasn’t about to argue, not with Scott’s hard cock pressing against my hip and Grant’s lips trailing down my throat. I wriggled against Scott, loving the low moan I managed to coax from his throat, and let Grant ease my shirt over my head. His appreciative sigh against my lips made my pussy tighten, and I pulled him into another kiss, revelling in the feel of cocks pressing against me from both sides.

“Come on, boys. I wanna see you two have a little fun together, too.” I looked behind me, meeting Scott’s lips for a second, then turning back to Grant. With a series of light kisses for each of them, I managed to wriggle out from between them, leaving the two guys in each other’s arms. Watching my boyfriend kiss his best friend was seriously hot, and I stripped off the rest of my clothing while the two of them made out.

Once I was naked and spread out on the bed, I cleared my throat, grinning when they separated to look at me guiltily. “Don’t let me interrupt. I can just watch and get myself off.”

“No, you can’t.” Scott drew his hand out of Grant’s jeans and crossed the room with three quick strides. His pants were undone already, and I tugged them down while he shucked off his shirt, licking my lips at the thought of sucking his warm, hard cock.

“Holly, you are so fucking hot.” Grant sat on the bed beside me and slid warm hands over my breasts from behind, teasing and lightly pinching my nipples. I moaned as he drew me back against his shirtless body, his skin against mine sending a thrill through me.

Then Scott kicked off his pants and knelt in front of me, and my heart skipped with anticipation.

“Do it, Scott. Make her scream.” Grant squeezed my breasts again, then laughed as my boyfriend spread my thighs and pressed his mouth up against my drenched cunt.

“Oh, fuck,
yeah
…” I tilted my hips, pressing against his tongue and slipping down a little in Grant’s arms. While Scott lapped at my clit, then slid the tip of his tongue inside me, I leaned against Grant’s hard cock, reaching behind me to rub it through his pants. Grant caressed my breasts with skilled fingers, alternating between firm and feather-light touches, and between his hands and Scott’s tongue, I felt myself beginning to tip.

“God, I’m so close…”

Grant nipped at my neck, his breath heavy and a little shaky against my skin. “Close, huh? What do you think, Scott? Do we let her come now, or make her wait a little longer?”

I whimpered as Scott raised his head, his lips shining with my arousal. “You know, that’s not a bad idea.”

“It’s a
really
bad idea,” I protested as the almost-orgasmic pleasure faded to a steady ache. “Guys, please…”

“Nope.” Grant flicked my nipples gently and kissed my shoulder. “We have more in store for you, baby.”

“Don’t call me ‘baby’ or I’ll bite your cock off,” I snapped at him, frustrated beyond reason.

“Ooh!” Grant winced. “Never deny a lady her orgasm—lesson learned.”

“C’mere, beautiful,” Scott murmured, sliding onto the bed with us and drawing me down against him. I wriggled, trying to align his cock with my pussy, but he dissuaded me, rolling us over and pinning my wrists over my head.

“Why do you want me to suffer?” I asked plaintively, putting on my best sweet and innocent expression.
Please fuck me… please…

Scott brushed hair from my face, clearly amused. “What will you do for an orgasm, Holly?”

“Anything,” I said immediately.

“Would you suck my cock?”

“Mm-hmm…” I wriggled, switching from pleading to seductive. “With pleasure.”

“How about mine?” Grant reached between me and Scott, sliding his fingers against my pussy and closing his other hand around Scott’s cock.

“I dunno, Grant. I haven’t seen it yet.”

Scott grunted as Grant slowly worked his cock, and I pushed against Grant’s fingers eagerly, loving the way my gorgeous man was distracted by the hand-job.

“Don’t worry, Holly. You’ll see it. And it’s way better than Scott’s.”

Scott turned to glower at him, though the way he swayed against Grant, hypnotised by the movements of the other man’s hand, reduced the glare to a smoulder. “If your cock’s better than mine, then why can’t you stop jerking me off right now?”

“Novelty value. I can jerk myself off any time I want. You just happen to be there. Anyway, I can’t suck my own cock. Might as well take advantage of yours.”

Scott growled and kissed him, releasing my wrists to card his fingers through Grant’s hair. I manoeuvred my way across to Grant, intent on divesting him of his jeans, and while he pushed Scott horizontal and moved in to take his cock into his mouth, I finally got my hands on Grant’s.

His hard prick was longer than Scott’s, but not quite as wide. I slid my hand up and down a couple of times, then skimmed my thumb over the moist head, and Grant groaned against Scott’s cock, making Scott growl in response. “Fuck, if you don’t stop that I’m gonna come in your mouth. Holly, what are you doing to him?”

I just laughed and stroked Grant a little faster, increasing his pleasure, but keeping it to a level where he’d still need more to be able to come. Grant tried to fuck my hand, but I wouldn’t let him set the pace, and he moaned around Scott’s cock again.

“I swear I’m gonna blow if you do that again,” Scott warned breathlessly, and then gave a shaky sigh as Grant sat up.

“Holly, you’re fucking killing me here…” Grant turned and pulled me onto his lap, his eyelids heavy with pleasure. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

I submitted to his hard kiss, my head spinning as his tongue fucked my mouth and he trembled against me. Beside us, Scott kissed my shoulder, then murmured into my ear, “If you want to fuck him, I’m okay with that.”

Grant tightened his fingers against my waist, his cock jumping in my grip. “I wanna get inside you so much, Holl…”

“Mmm…” The idea of being fucked held a
lot
of appeal right now, but since Grant had been the one to suggest denying me my orgasm earlier…

Mischief filling me, I guided Grant’s cock to my ready pussy, positioning the head right against my entrance. It felt so good that I couldn’t help but sink down onto it a little way, crying out softly as he stretched and filled me.

“More,” Grant ground out, sliding his fingers across my clit and sighing as I tightened around his cock in response. “Come on, gorgeous, take it all.”

Oh, God, I wanted it, and my thoughts of revenge seemed less reasonable with every slow inch that I let him penetrate me. When he was buried all the way inside my heated cunt, I rose up again slowly, the friction between our bodies driving me halfway crazy.

“Feel good, beautiful?” Scott nuzzled my neck, pressing his cock against my hip. I turned my head to kiss him, thanking him for his willingness to share me, and for his patience, and for being the incredibly sexy guy he was.

Grant thrust up into me a little harder, and I gasped against Scott’s lips. “Yeah,” I murmured to him. “Really good, but what about you?”

He gave a crooked smile and a shrug. “We’ll get there.”

Grant leant back on his elbows as I surrendered to the sensation of having his cock deep inside me. I rode him harder, my thighs beginning to burn with exertion as I slid up and down his steel-hard erection. When Scott pressed in behind me, one hand kneading my breast as he supported me around the waist with the other arm, Grant groaned a protest as I faltered.

That was, until Scott slammed me down hard onto Grant’s cock, shocking the breath from both me and the guy inside me. We cried out in unison as Scott guided me back up, then angled me forward a little. “Right here?”

Before I could ask what he meant, he pushed me down onto Grant again, and I gasped as his cock hit my sweet spot just right. “Fuck!”

Scott chuckled against my shoulder, rubbing his cock between my thighs, to one side of where Grant’s disappeared inside me. I reached down and stroked him a couple of times, and Scott kissed my neck as he pulled me upward again, almost all the way off Grant.

“Scott, if you pull her off me and fuck her instead, we’re gonna have a problem,” Grant warned, his voice verging on threatening.

Scott laughed and guided me down again, hard. While both Grant and I gasped, he said, “It’d be worth it, but I’m not that much of a bastard. Don’t take too long, though. I’m going crazy, here.”

With Scott’s guidance, we set a steady rhythm that made me tremble and cry out over and over again. Grant dug his fingers into my hips, thrusting up as Scott pushed me down, and between them I moaned and whimpered, the approaching climax beginning to erode the edges of my mind.

“Come on, Holly. Come
now
,” Scott murmured, and within a couple of thrusts I half screamed, my release radiating out from my spasm-wracked cunt through my entire body, making my toes curl and my fingertips tingle.

Grant cursed incoherently below me, thrusting up a few times as Scott held me still. My cunt squeezed around his cock in waves of dizzying sensation, and it only took him a couple of seconds to come deep within me, yelling out his pleasure into the darkened room.