With Strings Attached (10 page)

Their mouths met and clung in a long, slow kiss, awareness that Dylan was standing there watching them ratcheting up the heat level. When her little tongue touched his bottom lip, and then slid into his mouth, he sucked on it, so gently, and she moaned. He loved her moans, so sexy and soft, loved how responsive she was. His hand cupped her face, the other sliding around to her back, then down, into the dip of her spine, then lower over the swell of her ass. So firm and round. She had the sweetest ass.

His body went up in flames.

Well, that’s what it felt like, as her hands moved to his shoulders and clung, her mouth open beneath his, their tongues tangling, breath mingling. Heat stabbed at his balls and his cock hardened even more, need surging inside him.

He lifted his head and stared down at her, her shiny swollen lips, her eyes so dark green they were almost black. She gazed back up at him. Then he again looked at Dylan, across the small room.

Dylan moved closer, up behind Corey and set his hands on her waist. Matt turned her to face his friend and then watched as Dylan kissed her.

It was hot. Kinda like watching porn, up close and personal. It was Corey, who was so hot to begin with. He kept touching her while they kissed, touching her hair, her back, her shoulders.

“Oh my God,” she whispered when hers and Dylan’s mouths parted. Matt tugged her long hair so her head fell back and she turned toward him. He bent and kissed her, moving up closer behind her, letting her sweet little ass press into his groin where he ached. He held her chin with his fingertips, again aware of Dylan watching. Lust ripped through him. When he lifted his mouth, all three of them were breathing heavily.

“So hot, baby,” he whispered, his fingertips rubbing her soft cheek. “So hot.”

“Bedroom?” Dylan asked hoarsely.

Matt turned and led the way, Corey’s small hand tucked in his, Dylan hobbling along behind them. He went to his room; Dylan’s was out of the question with the small double bed in there. His had a generous king-size bed. He’d had to convert two small bedrooms into a master bedroom to accommodate it, but he was tall and liked lots of room when he slept, and now he was damn grateful for that big bed, as wide as it was long.

He flicked on a lamp. Corey stood there, one bare foot stacked on top of the other, her hair hanging in messy waves around her shoulders, her hands clasped. She looked nervous as hell.

“Hey,” he said, moving toward her. “It’s okay, candy girl. We won’t hurt you.”

She smiled, a combination of sweet innocence and sultry sex. “I know.”

He rubbed his hands up and down her arms while Dylan tossed aside his crutches and hopped behind her, swept her hair aside and kissed her neck.

“Damn, you smell good,” he murmured. “Like candy.”

She gave a soft laugh, her eyes closing, head tipped to one side, mouth curved. “Like chocolate, maybe?”

“Mmm. Maybe. Sweet. Like sugar and vanilla. Maybe chocolate.”

His open mouth moved on her skin and Matt wanted to taste her too. He kissed her mouth, licking inside, tasting her tongue, her sweetness, while flames licked over his skin. He groaned, kissed each corner of her mouth, nuzzled beside her nose with his.

He slid his hands up her sides until they just touched her breasts, felt her indrawn breath.

“Christ, let’s get in the bed,” Dylan moaned.

“Not yet, buddy.” Matt liked foreplay, liked drawing out the pleasure as long as he could stand it. He knew where Dylan was coming from, because he was about to explode himself, so hot to get inside Corey, but he liked messing around, playing, doing things for Corey, making her burn. “Let’s have some fun here.”

“Oh, yeah.” She sighed as his hands found her breasts. Her softness filled his palms enticingly, nipples hard little points.

So Dylan tugged her head back and tilted it so he could kiss her mouth while Matt squeezed and rubbed her breasts. He scraped his fingernails across her nipples, making her gasp. Still too much fabric in the way, though, so he slipped his hands beneath her T-shirt, found hot satin skin, sliding, sliding up. Her sheer bra was in the way, too, though. “This shirt has to come off,” he said. “Lift your arms, honey.” She did so and he eased the snug shirt up and off, tossing it behind him somewhere. He gazed down at her, at the curves of her breasts nicely rounded in the cups of the bra, her nipples prominent and visible. He gulped even though he’d seen this before.

“So pretty,” he whispered hoarsely. “Look, Dylan.”

“I’m looking.” Dylan kissed her bare shoulder. “Very pretty. How about we do this?” His fingers unhooked her bra at her back and it fell loose. Matt pulled it off her, easing the straps over her arms. Her nipples tightened even more at the brush of air on them, and both he and Dylan made little murmurs of appreciation. Matt dragged a fingertip across one, then the other, and she hissed.

She leaned back against Dylan, who slipped his arms around her and cupped her breasts. “Christ, Corey,” he whispered, nuzzling her hair. “You are so damn hot.”

Matt’s fingers went to the button of her little plaid shorts and undid it.

“Wait,” she said.

His fingers stilled. Second thoughts? But she said, “I want your shirts off too.”

Oh, hell yeah. Matt reached behind his head and fisted a handful of shirt, ripped it off over his head. Dylan stepped back to do the same.

“That’s better,” Corey purred, rubbing a hand over his pecs. Which he loved. Heat flashed under his skin at her touch and his balls tightened. He almost groaned when she stopped and turned to Dylan. She looked him up and down with obvious appraisal, the corners of her mouth tipping up. “I wondered what you looked like without a shirt.”

Matt’s mouth twisted briefly. His chest was as good as Dylan’s. But he watched as Corey ran her hands over Dylan’s hairless pecs and eight-pack abs. Dylan’s naturally dark skin was tanned brown, and he threw back his head and moaned as she caressed him. He reached for her waist and pulled her up against him, bare breasts to bare chest. “So good, Corey.” They rubbed together, Dylan’s hands sliding down to her ass to pull her right up against his groin.

“Yes,” she whispered. She kissed him, then turned to look at Matt. “Am I a lucky girl or what? Two hot guys at the same time.” Her throat moved as she swallowed and blinked.

“Hell yeah, you’re lucky,” Dylan replied with his usual cockiness.

“But so are we,” Matt added, bending to where her neck met shoulder and opening his mouth over the soft skin there. “So are we.”

“Oh.” The word escaped her on a soft breath.

“True that,” Dylan added. “Let’s get these off you now.” He worked the zipper of the shorts and once it was down, the low-rise shorts dropped easily over her hips. “Ah. Sweet.” Now all she wore was a tiny pair of pink bikini panties with a little satin bow at the back, right above the crack of her ass.

Matt touched the bow. “This is cute,” he said, and then slipped his fingers beneath the panties to tease the crevice there. She twitched and arched her back, her butt pushing back toward him.

Jesus. They’d slept together quite a few times in the last months but hadn’t gotten around to exploring everything about each other. Who knew her ass was so sensitive? Truthfully, the sex had been pretty vanilla, raging hot for sure, but nothing too kinky. Not that Matt was into kink in a big way, but they’d stayed with a couple of tried-and-true positions and a little oral. In this setting, though, with vanilla tossed out the window, he looked forward to exploring a few other things. Images flashed through his head of the things they could do. Christ, the possibilities were endless with three people.

His dick throbbed painfully, his balls drawn up tight. Man, he was going to lose it and embarrass himself if they didn’t take it easy. But he still slipped both hands inside her panties to cup her ass cheeks as she and Dylan kissed again. She moved against his hands in a needy little way that told him how much she liked it, and he teased the sensitive crease where ass met thigh, dragged his fingers up between her cheeks. The thought of anal sex had his blood shooting through his veins so hot he thought he might explode. Oh man. Would Corey do that?

He’d never thought her innocent, exactly; he knew how many boyfriends she’d had and though they’d never explicitly talked about their sex lives, he knew she had one. So why had he been hesitant to do some of the things he wanted to?

“You taste so good, sweet thing,” Dylan murmured. “Now kiss Matt again.”

Matt met Dylan’s eyes with amusement. Yeah, this was fucking weird but at least Dylan wasn’t being a hog. Smiling at Corey, Matt took her into his arms and kissed her, her naked breasts now pressed against his bare chest with luscious heat. He opened her mouth with his, sucked her tongue inside his mouth, taking her, owning her. She sighed into his mouth, her hands on his shoulders, fingers digging in. Her mouth was sweet, her tongue teasing his, sending heat straight to his dick and balls, making him throb.

“Enough foreplay?” Dylan asked from behind her, invisible in a dark haze of lust that obscured Matt’s vision as he opened his eyes.

“Not on your life,” he gasped, although he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. “One orgasm for Corey first.”

“Ah.” Amusement colored Dylan’s voice as he played with Corey’s long hair. “Okay. But which one of us gets to give it to her?”

Corey opened her eyes, a bit dazed and hazy, and looked between them. “Oh boy,” she said.

Since he was the nice guy and had already had the pleasure of giving Corey numerous orgasms, Matt was prepared to be generous. This time. “You,” he said. “Your choice.”

“Thanks, buddy.” Dylan started to reach for her then paused. “Damn. If I was in fighting form I’d pick you up and carry you to the bed, but I don’t think I can hold you while I hop on one leg.”

She laughed. “I can walk to the bed.” Which she did, laying down and stretching out on it. Dylan hopped to the side of the bed and took off his walking cast and shoved it out of the way with his other foot, then straightened to remove his baggy cargo shorts, similar to what Matt wore. Except Dylan had no underwear beneath and his cock sprang up once freed, long and thick and obviously aroused. Corey’s eyes dropped to it and then rose again. Laying there on top of Matt’s navy blue comforter, she bent one knee in a sexy pose.

Matt walked around to the other side of the bed, stepped out of his own shorts but left his boxer briefs on and lowered himself to the bed beside Corey. Just because Dylan got to do the deed didn’t mean he couldn’t help things along. He bent over her and kissed her again, then kissed his way down her chin, her throat, sucking a little, so gently on the thin skin at the base of her throat. He licked over her collarbone and laid a trail of openmouthed kisses over the top slope of one breast.

Dylan had positioned himself on the bed between her legs, on his knees, his athletic body tanned and hard, and he drew her panties down over her hips and legs. His eyes riveted on her pussy, he paused. “Oh man,” he groaned. “That is so fucking hot.”

Corey kept herself nearly bare there, Matt knew, and yeah, it was hot enough to make him hard any time he ever thought about it. He liked how impressed Dylan was with it, how much it turned him on. He smiled and then took one nipple in his mouth and sucked. Her body jolted and he reached for her, cupped her other breast, rubbed that nipple with his thumb, then took it between his fingers and pinched lightly.

“Oh my God,” Corey moaned, her hands going to his hair. She threaded her fingers into the strands and held him at her breast. “Oh my God. You guys…”

Dylan meanwhile had shifted farther away from her and stretched out on his stomach, hands on her thighs, pushing them apart, and then he bent his head to the sweetness between her legs. She cried out again.

Matt shifted his gaze from the top of Dylan’s head to Corey’s face, her cheeks flushed pink, eyes closed, lips parted. He kept up his tasting of her breasts, sucking, loving how her puckered nipples fit against his tongue, how she tasted in his mouth, how she responded by tightening her fingers in his hair and making his scalp tingle. He kissed and licked and nibbled, immersing himself in the sensations of her, the feel, the taste, the sounds of her soft whimpers of pleasure as both he and Dylan gave that to her. His cock pressed against her hip, hot and hard, leaking a little, dampening his briefs. He longed to rub up against her, harder, faster and get some relief from the aching heat there, but he controlled himself.

“Mmm.” Dylan was making noises of pleasure too, along with soft wet sounds as he licked and sucked. And then Corey’s body was quivering, tightening, arching off the bed, her fingers yanking on his hair, crying out as she came.

Well, Dylan had wasted no time. Everyone was different, but Matt would’ve taken his time there, enjoying every moment of it. He loved going down on her. He lifted his head and reached up to brush a few strands of damp hair off her face. Her breath panted in and out in short puffs, and he kissed her mouth one more time, letting his tongue linger on her plump bottom lip. “Oh, Corey, sweetheart, there you go.”

“Mmmhmmm.” She gave another soft sigh. “Oh yeah.”

Matt glanced down at Dylan, who’d rested his head on her thigh. “Okay, my turn,” Matt said, a little surge of victory inside him, knowing Dylan couldn’t argue. With a small shake of his head, Dylan moved from between Corey’s legs.