With Strings Attached (21 page)

She smiled at him. “Yeah?”

“I had an idea for a chocolate stout. And we could do something together…you and me…with chocolate and beer.”

“We totally could.” She leaned forward. “That’s so cool! Let’s think about that.”

They found a movie to watch on pay–per-view and sat there, all three of them on his couch, Corey in the middle. It was an action-adventure movie, which he knew Corey enjoyed too, unlike some girls who only wanted to watch chick flicks, but when one scene turned unexpectedly steamy with flashes of skin and some fairly explicit sex, he found himself getting a little aroused. He glanced at Corey, who sat slumped comfortably into the cushions, her eyes fastened on the screen, her cheeks a little pinker than usual. Then she must have felt him looking at her, because her glance flicked sideways to him. Sparks sizzled briefly as their eyes met. He reached for her hand and wrapped his around it, so she’d know what he was thinking.

Dylan was there.

Aware of him in his peripheral vision, aware of his presence with all his other senses, Matt watched the movie, now completely distracted by Corey’s sweet sugary smell and warm soft body. When Dylan set a hand on her knee, he wanted to reach over and toss it off.

“Ow,” Corey said, extricating her fingers from his. “You’re hurting me.”

“Sorry,” he muttered. He hadn’t even been aware of that. He inched closer so his shoulder nudged hers.

A few moments later Corey sat up. “You guys are squishing me,” she complained.

Matt licked his lips and glanced at Dylan. Dylan’s face too wore a faint flush of arousal. There was no way Matt was going to have Corey to himself tonight. But there was no way Dylan was either. Another threesome.

Heat shot through him, though, right to his groin, thinking of once again the two of them double-teaming her. Maybe tonight… His dick got so hard it hurt. He shifted on the couch. He looked at Dylan. Dylan looked back at him and quirked his lips.

Corey turned to look at both of them and rolled her eyes. “Good God, you guys. Are we going to do this again?”

“Do…what?” Matt croaked.

“You two are having another pissing contest, for heaven’s sake.”

“No, we’re not,” Dylan objected.

She stood, shoving her hands into her long hair and pushing it back. Her breasts lifted with the movement and her nipples poked through the thin cotton T-shirt she wore. “Yes, you are.” She glared at them. “I told you guys before. I don’t want to get in the way of your friendship.”

“Well, you know what the solution was last time,” Dylan remarked with a grin that seemed to catch Corey’s attention. She licked her lips. She glanced at Matt. He lifted one eyebrow.

She closed her eyes. “Lord help me.”

Matt took that for a yes. His heart thudding, he reached out and pulled her back down to the couch between them. He turned her face toward him and kissed her, awareness of Dylan watching sizzling up his spine. He cupped her jaw, took her mouth and drank her in. She kissed him back, opening to him, leaning into him, her sweet mouth so familiar and yet exciting as hell. Heat poured over him in waves and when he lifted his mouth from hers he had to blink several times to focus his vision.

She gazed up at him, her eyes big and shiny, the corners of her mouth lifted, just for him, and his heart expanded in his chest. Then she turned to Dylan, who swooped in for his own kiss, gathering her up against his chest as they, too, kissed, right there in front of him. Matt watched, undeniably turned on by the sight, but aware of a slight rankle. He had to get over that—no threesome was going to work if there was jealousy.

This had to be about Corey—about making it good for her, about fulfilling her fantasies, about pushing her further than he ever had, finding out how far she wanted to go. She wanted this and he wanted to give it to her. And he didn’t want to lose her. So he stroked her hair, gently playing with it as she kissed Dylan. Then Matt set his hands on her shoulders and rubbed a little, sliding up and down her upper arms. She moaned and turned back to him.

“Should we go to the bedroom?” she asked.

His dick twitched hard. “No,” he said, not even bothering to ask Dylan. “Let’s stay here for now. This’ll work.” For what he had in mind. Oh yeah.

They sat there for a long time, kissing, touching, hands sliding under Corey’s shirt to find her soft skin, her sweet breasts, until finally Matt drew the shirt carefully up and over her head. She panted softly as she lay back into the couch cushion, so pretty in her little white cotton bra. He ran a finger along the edge of it, over the curve of her breast, lingered in the V where the cups met the band, caressing her skin there. Her lips parted as she watched, her lashes lowering over her eyes. Dylan touched her too, her shoulders, her arms, spending time on the skin of her inner elbow, picking up her fingers to kiss them. Then Matt leaned in to kiss too, where his fingers had been touching between her breasts, and he breathed in the sweet candy scent of her.

“So pretty, candy girl,” he whispered, dragging his tongue up her chest in a long, slow lick.

“Oh, that’s nice,” she moaned. “I do like to be licked.”

Both men groaned and Matt’s blood heated.

“Wait,” she said breathlessly. “I have something…”

Matt blinked and lifted his head. “What?”

“Just a minute.” She pushed herself off the couch and crossed the room to where she’d left her purse, a big soft leather bag, sitting on a table near the door. She reached in and dug around for a minute then pulled out a small container. She kept looking though, and then emerged with a little package, long and slender, which she unwrapped to reveal…brushes.

She held them up with a sexy little smile as she returned to them. “Chocolate body paint,” she said.

Matt’s heart stopped, then zoomed into overdrive. “Holy crap.”

Dylan laughed. “Awesome.”

“It was Matt’s idea,” she said modestly, sitting between them again. “I think it could be a big seller, but of course I have to test it out before I can sell it.”

“Of course.” Matt looked at her gravely, trying not to grin. “We can help you with that.”

“For the sake of your business,” Dylan added and Matt caught the glint in his eyes. They shared a grin across Corey’s body, a revival of the longstanding feelings of friendship between them.

“Absolutely,” she breathed. Matt took the jar and opened it, then set it on the coffee table in front of them. He and Dylan each took a brush. He swiped it across his palm. Soft. Ticklish. Perfect.

“You taste good without chocolate,” he murmured, dipping the brush into the little pot of chocolate. “But let’s see how you taste with this.”

He painted a line where’d he’d just licked, up the middle of her chest, then sat back to let Dylan lick it off. He watched his buddy’s tongue lap at Corey’s skin in a sensual motion. Matt’s own skin tingled.

“Need to get this off,” Dylan said and reached behind Corey’s back. She obligingly sat forward and he unhooked her bra and tugged it off. She lay back, smiling faintly. “Wouldn’t want to get chocolate on your underwear.”

She gave a little giggle.

Matt loved seeing her like this, so soft and aroused and happy. He dipped and painted again, this time over one breast, circling the nipple, all tight and puckered. Corey’s breathing changed, her eyelashes fluttered and then he painted the nipple too.

“I’m not very artistic,” Dylan murmured.

“I don’t think it matters,” Corey choked out. She made a little noise in her throat as Matt continued his strokes and Dylan started painting the other breast, both of them intent on their tasks, focused on her and how goddamn gorgeous she was. And then at the same time, they bent forward to taste their work, using their tongues to lap off the dark chocolate. Matt didn’t watch how Dylan worked, but in his usual preference for slow and tension-building foreplay, he licked his way slowly from the outer edges of her breast until finally he reached the tip and sucked her tender nipple into his mouth. Rich dark chocolate with hints of vanilla filled his senses, teased his taste buds, the feel of her soft flesh beneath his tongue unbearably exciting. He sucked on her, gently, then harder, bringing forth a gasp. He could only imagine how this felt to her, having both breasts licked and sucked and nibbled at the same time. Awareness of Dylan’s face so close to his own added to the tension building inside him, making every muscle tighten.

Her hand came up to the back of his head, her fingers sliding into his hair, and she moaned, “Oh my God, that’s so good. So good.”

He lifted his head, the chocolate now removed, still dark and sweet in his mouth, and he studied her breast, gleaming in the lamplight, the hard little nipple a tight point that begged him to suck more. He could do this all fucking night.

Maybe. There were other things he wanted to do too. He glanced at Dylan, who released Corey’s other nipple with a soft erotic pop. Dylan was breathing heavily, staring at Corey’s breasts, his cheeks stained with a dark flush of arousal.

“Seems the chocolate body paint is a success,” Matt said. Her sultry return smile inflamed his senses even more.

“I don’t know,” she demurred, lifting a finger to her mouth. “Maybe we should try it…other places too.”

His cock surged so hard it damn near broke his zipper. “Uh, yeah,” he choked out. “Good idea. We want to be very thorough in our testing.”

Between them, he and Dylan got her out of her jeans and panties and now she half-lay, half-sat on the couch, beautifully naked, her tanned skin smooth and glowing. Matt swallowed hard, resisting the urge to throw himself on her and fuck both their brains out right that minute. A powerful feeling of possession rose inside him and he fought it back. She wasn’t his. Not that way. They were sharing her. This was what she wanted. It was for her. All for her.

Bullshit. He couldn’t deny the hotness of this, the dirty forbidden nature of it, three of them having sex, painting Corey’s naked body with chocolate, for God’s sake. Yeah, he wanted it to be good for her, but he was getting a helluva thrill out of it too. And what he wanted to do next was even more forbidden…

Corey lost herself in sensation, the movie completely forgotten, the screen flickering across the room but ignored by everyone. She sank back into the cushions of Matt’s couch, drifting on a cloud of sensual pleasure, the strokes of the soft brush, the creaminess of the chocolate, the lush licks of two male tongues over her skin. The rich dark scent of good chocolate that had always been so appealing to her filled her head. Her skin tingled everywhere as Matt and Dylan stroked and brushed and licked and sucked.

Now they’d removed her jeans, working together, and her panties, leaving her completely naked before them. Nervous anticipation fluttered in her stomach, but not like last night with Dylan. She was vulnerable like this, with two big strong guys, and for a fleeting moment she wondered if she was crazy—she’d rather be with two guys than just one? Maybe she
was
crazy, but she trusted them, trusted both of them, would never do this with anyone else.

Having all that male attention focused on her was incredibly arousing. She squeezed her thigh muscles together at the liquid heat pooling there.

“Now this is pretty,” Matt murmured, drawing the bristles of the brush around her belly button. She looked down to see he’d painted a daisy-like flower with her navel as the center, the diamond piercing sparkling there. She smiled.

“Cute,” Dylan agreed. “And so is this.” He circled the small flower tattoo on her hip. Then he dragged his brush down from the navel and sketched a couple of leaves, making it the stem of the daisy Matt had painted. Then they each painted lines down her bikini line, ending at the plump folds just above her clit. Her aching, quivering clit. She bit her bottom lip, watching.

Matt made a noise that almost sounded like a growl, and she looked at his face, intent, cheekbones darkened with arousal, his eyes glittering. He looked so damn sexy and masculine, and affection for him rose inside her in a fierce wave. She curled her fingers into her palms as each man laid a hand on her thighs and gently parted them. Her pussy clenched and her breath stuttered. Talk about vulnerable. Like this, she could hide nothing. They were seeing her in the most intimate way possible.

She glanced at Dylan and the expression on his face, similar to Matt’s, aroused and hungry and fascinated, made her suddenly aware that although she was vulnerable, she was powerful too. Feminine power surged inside her and she licked her lips and smiled as they once again began painting her flesh. She gave a small cry at the sweet sensation of the brush over sensitive skin, teasing her, tormenting her, making her ache for more. Her eyes fell closed and she floated on the lovely dreamy feeling of brushes and fingers and tongues touching her. Then someone began moving up her body, with more lush licks and kisses over her tummy, licking away the daisy, while the other stayed between her legs. She dragged her eyes open to know who was where and found Matt’s face at her breast. He smiled wickedly at her before putting out his tongue to lick her nipples. She shivered.

At that same moment, Dylan’s tongue found her clit and her whole body twitched hard. Matt moved up beside her and found her hands with his, holding her down. “Feel good, baby?” he whispered, dragging his tongue across one sensitized nipple.

“Oh…” She couldn’t even get the word out.