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It was true. The sight of him
plumping her breast was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. She couldn’t tear
her gaze away, at least until Matt leaned down and covered her mouth with his.
His breath tasted faintly of chocolate. Of course. Sweet and yummy. Just like
the man himself.

Annie clasped his neck, opening her
mouth to him, kissing him back as if she were starving for him. Their tongues
tangling, she felt smothered with desire, but she would rather die than end the
kiss. He moved over her and she welcomed his weight, spreading her thighs as he
settled between them. His cock was hard, pressing against her insistently.
Annie had never felt such instantly overwhelming need. Her pussy begged to be
filled by him.

“Let’s get rid of this.” Matt
pulled back and peeled his T-shirt off her, tossing it on the floor. “Damn, you
are a gorgeous sight, Annie Sloan.” His rubbed the backs of his fingers over
her neatly trimmed, flaming-red muff before pushing his thumb down between her
pussy lips. “Mmm, mm. So hot and wet. You want me, Annie.” Confident and
brazen, he stared her down.

“Mmm-hmm.” Annie rolled her hips,
unable to hold still as his thumb rubbed over her clit. Another ten seconds and
she was going to come.

Matt sat back on his heels and
licked his thumb clean. He pulled his shirt off, revealing the lean, hard
muscles of his chest and belly. There was very little hair and his nipples were
small and dark brown. Unzipping his jeans but leaving them on, he spread her
thighs farther apart and dropped to his elbows between them.

Annie’s eyes nearly rolled back in
her head at the thought of what he was going to do. She barely had time to
process it before his lips were on her pussy, his tongue opening her up. The
feeling was magical and so much better than her vibrator. Heat pooled in her
middle, the tension that was already there building.

He didn’t look up at her as he ate
her and she loved that. He knew what he was doing, didn’t need to gauge her
response. But she watched him, smooth blond hair, eyes closed, head twisting
and turning as he serviced her. It was amazing. She’d been ready for this for
so long.

“You taste so good,” he mumbled and
she believed him. Pressing two fingers inside her, he expertly found that
special spot and worked her inside and out.

Damn, he’s good at this.
She
rose higher and higher until reaching the perfect climax, her hips bucking up
off the bed, her mind and breath gone.

Annie felt him leave her, detected
the ripping sound of a condom foil. She’d barely recovered her breath and he
was back at her, kissing her belly, her breasts, sucking on her nipples.
Overwhelmed with sensation, she wasn’t sure if she could take any more. But she
sure as hell wasn’t going to stop now.

He lightly nipped at the flesh of
her neck as he kneed her legs apart. Rubbing his cock in her juices, he pressed
inside, moving forward slowly but steadily until he was completely buried. He
pressed his forehead to hers. “Fuck, Annie. You feel so good.”

Ditto.
Or at least she tried
to say that. Never having gotten a good look at it, she could only surmise that
Matt Howard’s cock was about the size and firmness of a baseball bat. She was
utterly filled, could feel his penetration up in her chest.

He threaded their fingers together
and planted them on the bed by her ears, pushing himself up on straight arms.
Annie tried to find the strength to wrap her legs around him, couldn’t do it.
She whimpered and moaned as he set a relentless pace, starting slow and moving
progressively faster. And harder.

Incredibly, she felt her body
respond as his cock reached every sensitive spot inside her. She looked up at
him as he pushed her on, his features set and determined. And sexy. So sexy.
She cried out softly, trying to ease some of the tension coiling inside her,
but it was no use. This time she came with a shout.

“Yeah, baby. That’s right. Squeeze
my cock with that gorgeous pussy.” His voice was hoarse, ragged. “Annie, I’m
gonna come.” He slowed ever so slightly. One hard thrust, twice, three times.

Annie could feel his cock rippling
inside her as he came. It was beautiful.
He
was beautiful. The reality
of him had exceeded her wildest expectations.

Matt dropped his head to the crook
of her neck, breathing hard, dripping sweat. “I wish I hadn’t waited so long
for you.”

Me either.
Wait. What? Matt
has been thinking about this too?
Annie laid a hand on his back and gulped
in air. She tried to sort out in her mind how just a few moments ago this was
all her crazy fantasy. Now she’d come twice for him, had taken his glorious
body in hers. It was more than she could have ever wanted.

What in the
fuck
had just
happened? Matt had come home to find a red-haired Goldilocks in his bed, warm
and wanting him. Annie Sloan, his friend and neighbor, and a woman he’d
recently come to desire. A gift from above. He’d never had a woman come so
easily to him. And that was saying a lot.

Still, he had expected a little
give and take, a little yes and no. What he’d gotten from Annie was a lot of
giving and yes, yes, yes. She’d surprised him and turned him the fuck on.

He was usually one to take his time
with a woman. But once he’d had a taste of her pussy, had felt her fall apart
around him, he was lost. Desperate to get inside her, he’d fucked her to within
an inch of their lives. Mind-blowing.

That just did not happen to him.

“I can’t breathe,” Annie mumbled
beneath him.

“Christ.” Matt pushed up onto
straight arms. “Sorry, Annie. You wrecked me.”

“S’okay.” Her long bangs were
plastered to her forehead but she still looked adorable.

“That was amazing, Annie.” He
tenderly brushed her bangs off her forehead and bent down for a sweet kiss.
“How’re you doing?”

A smile blossomed on her face, her
eyelids half open. She wore the look of a well-satisfied woman. “I have to say
I’m whipped. You’re right, it was amazing.”

Their lower bodies were stuck
together with sweat and Matt gently pulled them apart. He rolled off the bed
and stood, holding out a hand to her. “Come shower with me. Let’s get this
sweat and airport grime off of us.”

Annie held up a limp arm in
response.

With a growl, Matt used the last
remains of his strength to scoop her up off the bed and carry her to the
bathroom. He set her on her feet and turned on the faucet in the shower.
Letting the water warm up, he ran his fingers through her hair, leaned in for
another brief kiss.

She smiled. “I can’t believe I’m
here with you.”

Matt returned her smile, feeling
exactly the same way. He tested the water and gave Annie a hand into the
shower. They stood under the spray and Matt kissed her again, dipping his
tongue into her mouth for a leisurely taste. When he was out of air, he grabbed
the soap and washcloth, scrubbing them both clean and mostly behaving himself.
He wasn’t much for screwing in the shower. Too dangerous.

Back in his bedroom, he pulled on a
clean pair of boxer briefs. When Annie reached for her clothes, he stopped her.
“Let me get a clean T-shirt for you. I like how you look in my clothes.”

Annie pulled the shirt on and posed
for him.

“Nice,” he said. Matt especially
liked the way the hem barely covered her ass. He held out his hand. “C’mon. I’m
hungry.”

Instead of taking his hand, she
reached for her panties.

Again he stopped her. “You aren’t
going to be needing those.” He waggled his eyebrows at her, thinking about how
Peter was going to respond when he saw her. And thinking about how she was
going to respond when she saw Peter.

For just a moment, he had second
thoughts about the three-way. Matt had never been a possessive guy but he
wouldn’t have minded a little more alone time with Annie. Whatever. He’d let
things play out the way they would. He’d be happy if Annie was happy.
Whoa.
Wherehad that come from?

She walked ahead of him down the
hall and he took in the glorious sight of her long legs. “So do you even have
any food here?”

“Ah, I could probably scare up a
frozen pizza.”

“That’s right. You don’t know how
to cook.” She whirled around and placed her hands on his shoulders. Her voice
was low when she spoke. “I could teach you.” Her lips brushed his lightly.

“I imagine there’s a lot you could
teach me.” He caressed her hips through the thin T-shirt material.

“I would say that’s highly
unlikely.” She leaned in for another kiss, then pulled back and held out her
hand. “C’mon. Let’s go see about that pizza.”

In the kitchen, Matt started the
oven and grabbed a pizza out of the freezer. He could see Annie following every
move he made.

“Huh,” she said. “Do you hear that?
Is your television on?”

Matt shrugged. “Maybe.” Apparently
Peter was around the corner in the main room watching TV.
Here goes nothing.

Matt wrapped his arms around her
waist, kissing her as he back-stepped her out of the kitchen. He tugged her to
a stop as they reached the living area, her back to it. With a moan, he plunged
his tongue into her mouth, kissing her senseless. He was so into the kiss, he
almost didn’t hear Peter when he spoke.

“Mmm, mmm. Ain’t that a sexy
sight?”

Annie ended the kiss, gasping. She
clutched Matt’s biceps and tried to turn to look at Peter.

Matt held her tight at the waist
with one arm, cupping her cheek with his free hand. “It’s just Peter,” he
murmured, covering her beautiful lips with his own. After a moment, she kissed
him back. He poured everything he had into the kiss, trying to distract her
from the fact that another man was watching them, but mostly because he wanted
to kiss her silly.

Grasping her shirt, he gathered it
in his fist. As short as the shirt was, the maneuver was undoubtedly giving
Peter a nice peek at Annie’s ass. Matt’s cock sprang to life at the thought.

“Matt.” Annie pushed away and
disentangled herself, pulling her shirt down. Her face was flushed with passion
and probably embarrassment.

Matt thought he saw a mixture of
desire, anger and confusion in her flashing green eyes. This was the turning
point in the evening—what happened in the next few moments would determine
whether the three-way was on. If he knew women, and he was quite sure he did,
he and Peter had this in the bag. If he was wrong, well, he hoped Annie
wouldn’t be too angry with him.

“Annie.” Matt took her hand in his,
behaving as if it were perfectly normal for him to fuck a woman while his friend
sat yards away watching his television. That it was perfectly normal for him to
bring her out to meet his friend while she wore nothing but a skimpy,
threadbare T-shirt. “You remember Peter Nash, don’t you?”

Annie gave him a long look, the
uncertainty slowly fading. Taking a deep breath, she smiled and turned to
Peter, who was comfortably seated in a recliner. “Yes, of course. How are you?”

“Not as good as you, I expect.”
Ever the social cripple, Peter remained seated and gave Annie a slow and
thorough up-down. His lip curled up. “But I’m better now.”

Annie moved closer to Matt and he
wrapped his arm around her waist. Behind him the oven “dinged”, signaling that
it was preheated. “Can I get you a drink?” Matt asked her.

“Just water.”

“Coming up.” Matt kissed her again,
unable to resist running his hands down her back to cup her ass. She didn’t
push him away, instead leaning into him. The evening was looking up, if that
was possible. He released her, relishing the lust in her eyes, the winsome
smile on her beautiful lips.
Damn.
He was aching for her again.

“I’ll take a beer,” Peter called to
him, focused on the television.

Matt rubbed his thumb over Annie’s
lower lip before smiling and leaving her with Peter.

Annie watched Matt retreat to the
kitchen. For a moment she was fixed in her spot, still though her insides were
churning. Not only had she just had phenomenal sex with Matt Howard, but it
looked as if her fantasy of being with both men might be turning into a
reality. She didn’t know whether to jump for joy or faint from anticipation.

“Nice shirt.” Peter gazed at her
intently, a small smile finally gracing his lips.

“What? This old thing?” She waved
it off, moving past him to sit on the couch. Tugging the shirt down under her
butt, she crossed her legs, careful not to flash him. She stifled a laugh at
that—maybe the right play here
was
to flash him. But she forgave herself
for not knowing the proper protocol in this particular situation.

“So what the hell did Matt do to
you to get you to howl like that?” Peter didn’t look at her when he asked.

“Excuse me? Howl?” She tried to
sound indignant, even though she was quite sure his description was spot-on.

Peter snorted out a laugh.

“You should know, Peter. After all,
you’re familiar with his technique, aren’t you?”

His head snapped in her direction,
the surprise on his face dissolving into a big shit-eating grin. He said
nothing, just nodded slowly and turned his attention back to the television.

Matt returned with two beers and a
bottle of water, handing one of the beers to Peter before sitting next to
Annie. Her flesh tingled where their bodies touched. She drummed her fingers on
her bare thighs to keep her hands occupied when all she wanted to do was jump
him.

While the men talked and cursed
about the football game on the television, it was only background noise for
her. How could they be so casual? So normal? So seemingly unaffected?

As for herself, she was hyperaware.
Matt wore only his boxers, leaving the rest of his magnificent flesh on
display, and she felt incredibly exposed in just a T-shirt. It was ridiculous.
It was incredibly hot. It was surreal.

She ate a piece of pizza, not even
tasting it though the water she chased it with was cold and refreshing. Every
now and then Matt touched her—stroking her thigh, holding her hand. When the
game was over, Peter shut off the television and left them, saying he was going
to clean up. Matt took the opportunity to cup her cheek and kiss her, his
tongue delving deeply. She eagerly kissed him back, not ever wanting it to end,
though she was desperate to get some kind of read from him.

Is he even going to ask me if
this is okay? Will they just start in on me and leave it
to me to accept
or refuse?
Or maybe she was misreading the entire situation. Maybe Peter
was going to leave the two of them alone.

She had mixed feelings about that.
The two men had haunted her dreams, leaving her to wake up with a pounding
heart and wet pussy. She was more than ready to see that dream come true. But
Matt was more real to her, a man she could share something with, be with.

Stop. Don’t overthink it.
Either way was a win for her.
Right?

“Damn, Annie,” Matt whispered as he
licked her neck.

“I know.” Her flesh burned as he
stroked her hip and reached under her shirt to cup her bare ass.

“I want you so fucking bad.” His
mouth closed over her nipple, his breath hot through her shirt.

Annie clutched at him, couldn’t get
close enough. She’d known Matt for over a year, had lusted after him from afar.
Until today, being with him had been a sweet fantasy, always just a little out
of her reach.

Now she was in his arms. They’d
been together in the most intimate way and she was dying for more. It was as if
a switch had been turned on and now she would never be able to have enough of
him.
Careful, Annie.

She moved over him, straddling him
and sitting on his lap. “I want you too.” She clasped his head to her breast,
feeling the tug of his teeth on her nipple deep in her belly. Annie rubbed her
pussy over the soft fabric of his briefs and his cock grew hard and long
beneath her.

Matt pushed his hands beneath her
T-shirt and raised it up over her head, tossing it aside and leaving her
completely naked. “You’re so beautiful, Annie.” He cupped her breasts,
squeezing and kissing and licking and sucking.

It felt so damn good. In the back of
her mind she realized that Peter was somewhere in the apartment but she didn’t
care. Right then, her heart and mind were full of Matt Howard and that was all
that mattered.

She pulled his head up and away
from her breasts, planting her lips on his and licking his mouth open,
exploring with her tongue. His cock felt like a huge lead pipe beneath her
swiveling hips and she was desperate to have it inside her.

“Fuck, Annie.” His voice was
ragged. “You gotta stop or I’m gonna come.”

Smiling at him, she rose to her
knees. “We don’t want that to happen, do we? You gotta save it for me.” Where
this vampy side of her was coming from she had no idea. She gasped when Matt
plunged his fingers inside her.

“So wet, Annie. You want me.” Two
long fingers rubbed her sensitive pussy while his thumb played havoc with her
clit. “Let’s see if we can get you even wetter.” The sound of him playing with
her wet flesh was conspicuously loud. And erotic.

“I can smell your cunt all the way
over here.” Peter’s voice was soft but bold. It sent chills down Annie’s spine.

She looked down at Matt, who was
studying her carefully. Annie knew that she could put a halt to this and
neither of the men would hold it against her, but she had no desire to put a
halt to it. In fact, until that very moment she’d had no idea how badly she
did
want it. She smiled at Matt.

Matt smiled back and called across
the room to Peter, “Why don’t you come taste it? I can tell you, her pussy is
really sweet.” He winked at Annie.

Before she could even take a
breath, Peter’s hands were on her. “Damn, I love redheaded women.” He wrapped
his arms around her from behind, cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples.
“Great tits,” he murmured in her ear.

His touch was so different from
Matt’s—rough, almost impersonal. And she was shocked at how much she loved it.
Matt moved out from under her and scooted to the end of the couch, his cock
testing the seams of his boxers.

Peter reached between her thighs,
slipped his fingers into her wet folds. “You got her all hot and bothered,
bro.”

Annie dropped her head back against
Peter’s bare chest, ready for anything. She wasn’t disappointed. He reached
around to her front, grasping a breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple until
it burned. He slid his other hand down her belly and cupped her mound,
penetrating her again with his fingers. “I usually like a bare pussy,” he said.
“But I have to admit that red hair down there is dead sexy.”