Summer Solstice (7 page)

He was a solid wall of flesh behind her—solid chest, tight abs, hard cock. His hand slid down between her thighs, his fingers teasing at the edge of her panties.

“Shall we take these off, Matteo?”

A sharp squeeze in her sex at the idea of being completely naked with them.

“Oh, yeah. Let me…”

Matteo sat up and ran both hands down over her sides, her thighs, and she parted them, wanting his touch, and Jared’s.

“You are eager,” Matteo said, smiling, his mouth soft and loose. He slid his fingers beneath the waistband and pulled down, slowly, slowly, his smile widening as her damp sex was revealed. “Ah, beautiful. You’re so wet already.” He pushed the scrap of lace down her legs. “I need to taste her, Jared.”

“Yes. Do it.”

Jared’s hands came around her, held her thighs, moving them wide apart. Then his hands slid in, until he reached her swollen pussy lips, and he held them open with his fingers. She was shaking, desire coursing through her like flame, scorching her.

“I love to feel your thighs shaking,” Jared whispered into her hair. “I love to see your nipples go dark and hard. I love to see you wanting. I’m going to love it even more when Matteo dives in and licks your sweet cunt. When he sucks on your hard little clit. When he makes you come in my arms.”

“Oh…”

She was too dizzy to speak. She could only watch with heavy-lidded eyes as Matteo did exactly as Jared had said he would. He leaned in, and his dark hair was like strands of silk on her thighs as he licked her, his tongue wet and impossibly hot. All the way up her slit, then down again. Gently, so softly it was driving her mad immediately. That, and the safety of Jared’s strong arms around her, his fingers hurting her a little as he held her open for Matteo’s searching mouth.

She could not believe this was happening. She could not believe how good this felt.

“I’m going to come.”

“Not yet,” Jared commanded. “Take a deep breath. For me. For us.”

She inhaled, held the air in her lungs. But Matteo never stopped, his tongue assaulting her, pushing into her now.

“Yes, that’s it, Matteo. Fuck her with your tongue.”

That hot tongue pushed deeper, slid out, then in again, the rhythm pure, wet pleasure.

“That’s so good, Matteo,” she murmured.

Her hips arched into his mouth, and Matteo’s hand moved around her waist, slipped behind her. Jared moaned as he shifted to let Matteo take his hard cock in his hand.

Jesus, she was really going to come.

“Jared…”

“Hold it back, my girl. I want him to stroke me. I want him to take us both to the edge.”

“Oh, God…”

Matteo’s hand was moving up and down on Jared’s cock. She could feel his rough movement against her back, could feel Jared’s harsh breath as Matteo stroked harder and harder. And his face was buried in her pussy, licking her, sucking on the tight, full lips, licking at Jared’s fingers, avoiding her hard clit.

There was so much skin and swollen flesh and stark, driving need, she could barely think. She bit her lip as desire spiraled, crested.

“Jared…”

“Almost there, my girl. Come on, Matteo. Harder.”

The motion of his hand increased, and Jared thrust his hips, his naked thighs strong on either side of hers. His fingers were biting into her pussy lips and Matteo licked and licked. She was going to explode.

“Now, Matteo.”

Matteo took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard.

She did explode, her climax shattering her, pleasure driving into her, shimmering and bright.

“Ah God, Matteo!”

He kept sucking, his mouth working her mercilessly as her climax went on and on, sensation bursting through her over and over again.

Finally the hardest sparks faded until all that was left was a skittering heat on her skin, in her sex. She realized Jared had gone still behind her, that Matteo had let him go. They were all panting. And as Matteo raised his head, she saw that his face was wet with her juices.

He stood, kicked his way out of his worn jeans.

His cock was beautiful, nearly as big as Jared’s, hard and golden-brown. Her mouth watered. Without thinking, she reached for him, and he moved in until he had one knee braced on the sofa cushions, but she hesitated.

“Do you want his cock?” Jared asked, his tone demanding an answer. She loved that, as always.

“Yes. I want to touch him. To take him in my mouth.”

“Perfect. Do it, Leigh.”

She leaned forward, and Matteo arched his narrow hips. His hands went into her hair, but gently. Jared’s hands were firm on her waist, and she loved the contrast, the hard and the soft.

“Come on, Leigh. Come on, beautiful girl,” Matteo urged.

She let her tongue flick out, over the swollen head. His flesh was sweet, smooth. He sighed quietly. She opened her lips and took him in.

“Ah, Christ, that’s good.”

She held the head of his cock in her mouth, swirled her tongue over the head, then took him a bit deeper. He was hard as rock, solid flesh beneath the silky skin. Lovely.

She wrapped her hand around the base, held him steady as she slid her mouth down, swallowing him, taking him deep. He groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair.

“That’s fucking beautiful,” Jared said, his tone low and guttural. “Suck him hard. He needs it.”

She took Matteo’s cock deeper, loving the way he filled her mouth, even the way her eyes watered as he surged forward. Loved that Jared was watching, that seeing her do this turned him on. She was still damp from her climax, but growing wet all over again, desire rising once more.

Matteo was massaging her head with his fingers, moving his hips in a gentle rhythm. She could hear his breathy moans, could feel his cock pulsing beneath her tongue. Felt the sensuality and the power of desire, reflected, multiplied.

“Ah, that’s it, my girl,” Jared murmured.

He loved seeing her like this, her long hair like cornsilk flowing over her back. And Matteo’s parted lips, his panting breath, his slender hips arching. He knew exactly the taste of him, the way his cock would feel. He knew how much he loved getting head.

His own cock jumped, filled, ached as he watched. He reached down to stroke it, but it was too sensitive. He didn’t want to let himself come. Not yet.

He leaned down to pull a string of condoms from the pocket of his discarded jeans, tore one open and sheathed himself. Then he wrapped his hands around Leigh’s waist. Her skin was so damn soft, and her waist so small. Despite her height she felt delicate to him. Feminine.

Have to be inside her. Now.

“Up on your knees, Leigh. Yes, that’s it. Good. Now spread for me, girl.”

She did as he asked, her ass gorgeously curved, the skin smooth, tempting. He gave her a small slap, felt her jump. But she didn’t stop sucking Matteo’s cock for one moment. Instead, she surged back, into his touch. He gave her another smack, a bit harder this time, and she moaned quietly. He looked up, caught Matteo’s glazed gaze.

“She likes it.”

“Yes,” Matteo gasped.

“You like her sucking you, don’t you?”

“She’s good. Her mouth is…so good.”

“I’m going to fuck her, Matteo. I want you to watch.”

“Yes…”

He kept his gaze on his lover’s as he parted Leigh’s thighs with his hands, used his fingers to open her pussy lips. Her cleft was soaking wet, waiting for him. He slid right in.

“Mmm…” Leigh’s voice was muffled by Matteo’s cock, but he heard her pleasure, felt it in the tightening of her pussy around him like some sleek glove.

He began to move, pushing into her, deeper and deeper. She pushed back against him, taking him in. Pleasure was like a wave, coming down on him, nearly drowning him, then receding as he pulled almost all the way out, only the head of his cock resting inside her. Another wave as he drove back in, hard, shoving her entire body forward, and Matteo groaned.

“Harder,” Jared said. “Suck him hard, our beautiful girl, while I fuck you.”

She was so damn tight inside, tight and hot. And she was really working Matteo with her mouth, swallowing him. Matteo’s eyes were closing, his face loose with pleasure. He was panting. Moaning. His hips thrusting. His cheeks, his chest, were flushed pink. Jared knew he was close to coming. He reached out and twisted one of his hard, dark nipples between his fingers.

“Ah…”

“Not yet, Matteo. Wait for me,” he ordered.

“Oh, you torture me, Jared.”

“But you love it.”

“I do.”

Jared buried his hand in Leigh’s silky blonde hair, finding Matteo’s fingers there, twining them in his own. They held onto each other, held onto her, as Jared began to pump. Sharp thrusts, driving his cock deep, while Leigh surged beneath him, taking it, moaning around Matteo’s cock. They were all one body, writhing and melding and pleasure flowing like Leigh’s beautifully wet pussy. Like his come was about to as he pumped into her.

With his other hand he reached under her and pinched her clit, and she came, her walls gripping him, wet and silky and so damn tight. It was too good. Too much.

“Gonna come,” he told them, his breathing ragged.

“Yes!” Matteo was breathless, his head falling back.

He watched Matteo shudder, his hips pistoning into Leigh’s mouth. She was still coming, her pussy tighter and tighter. Jared shivered as pleasure overtook him, spiraled. He cried out, shook all over, slammed into her.

Matteo fell back first onto the sofa, his head lolling back on the cushions. He still had one hand in Leigh’s long hair. Leigh fell forward into Matteo’s arms as Jared pulled out of her. He could barely breathe he’d come so hard. Something about Leigh and Matteo, the combination, was hotter even than either of them by themselves. He loved simply watching them now, all loose limbs, touching each other. He rid himself of the condom, twisting it up and dropping it onto his jeans on the floor, then he leaned over and smoothed his hand over Matteo’s strong shoulder. Matteo opened his eyes long enough to smile at him. Jared took Leigh from him, pulling her into his lap, simply wanting her there, needing to touch her.
Needing
to.

What the hell is that about?

But he was too tired, too sated, to figure it out. All he really knew was that it felt damn good. Matteo and Leigh.

Leigh.

He couldn’t figure it out. He wasn’t sure he really wanted to. He was a live-in-the-moment kind of guy, anyway. He was good at that. And this moment was spectacular. Nothing else needed to matter.

But it did.

No.

He sighed as Leigh curled into him, her cheek pressed against his chest, one hand holding Matteo’s. His chest surged, his heart beating.

It did matter, damn it.

Damn it.

Half an hour later they were all upstairs in the big bed, and Jared had convinced himself that everything was fine. That he could handle this. That Leigh was no different from any other woman. Half convinced, anyway.

He looked at her long, lithe body in the bed between himself and Matteo. Then at Matteo’s graceful body, laid out like some sort of exotic prince. They’d been together, in their own way, for years. And it worked perfectly. Maybe there was some way for Leigh to be with them, as well. Just as she was. No strings, nothing that intense. Just the ease of friendly sex with people he liked. People he cared about.

He did care for them both. Nothing wrong with that.

Matteo reached out and pressed a finger between Jared’s brows, making him smile.

“What was that about?” Jared asked him.

“You’re thinking.”

“I tend to do that now and then.”

“Too much, by the looks of it. I have a good cure for that.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah. Let’s fuck Leigh again.”

She’d been watching the exchange quietly, but she laughed now.

“It’s like living with a pair of satyrs.”

Live with them…

No. Don’t be ridiculous.

He suppressed the surge in his chest. Instead, he slipped his hand between Leigh’s thighs, found her wet. “I think you like Matteo’s ideas.”

“I do. But what I’d really love is to see you two together.”

He glanced at Matteo, found him grinning and stroking his long cock.

“Come here and suck me, boy,” Jared demanded.

Matteo grinned and climbed over Leigh, straddled her prone body, leaned down and took Jared’s cock between his plush lips.

“Ah, nice…”

Leigh’s body surged, desire pouring through her as she watched. She had never seen anything so hot in her life—Matteo sucking Jared’s cock into his beautiful mouth, then letting it slip out, wet with his saliva. She reached out, touched Matteo’s cheek, and Jared took her hand in his.

“Wrap your fingers around the base of my cock. Yes, that’s it.”

His hips were pumping, and his cock was rock-hard. Matteo’s lips were soft against her hand as they slipped down Jared’s shaft.

“Christ,” Jared moaned. “I need to fuck someone.”

Matteo looked up, let his cock slip from his mouth, nodded his head. And before Leigh could really figure out what was happening, Jared and Matteo had rearranged them all, so that she was lying at the bottom edge of the bed, her legs wrapped around Matteo’s slim waist as he bent over her. Jared was behind him, smoothing a condom over Matteo’s rigid cock. She was shaking, waiting.

Matteo held onto her thighs as he moved against her, the tip of his erection resting at her opening. “Beautiful girl,” he murmured as he slid in.

Her pussy clenched. He felt so damn good, and Jared standing behind him, his dark gaze glittering, made it all the more intense.

“I’m going to fuck Matteo,” he said, slipping on another condom.

Matteo held still, his cock pulsing inside her, his breathing harsh. Behind him, Jared arched his hips, and she heard Matteo’s soft hiss as Jared entered him, felt the gentle surge of his body.

She was losing it already, the idea of what was happening almost too much.

“You okay, darlin’?” Jared asked, his voice gruff.

“Yes…better than okay.”

“Good girl.”

They began to move then, Matteo fucking her as Jared fucked him, pushing into his ass. She reached around Matteo and found Jared’s hands on his strong thighs, and they all held onto each other, moving together. Thrusting hips, panting sighs, taking her higher and higher. Matteo’s cock gliding into her, driven on by Jared surging into his body.