Owning Corey (17 page)

Why did he leave the door open?

I’m tempted to just go to the bathroom and join him. Then I’d find out very quickly if he’s interested or not. Only thing is, I don’t have the courage. I’m a coward. There’s too much on the line with Ben, and I’m not sure I can handle the rejection.

“God, Ben…” I whisper to myself. “Do you want me or not? I’m tearing my hair out over here. Please just give me a sign.”

Wait. Maybe that’s why he left the door open.

Suddenly I know I have to just go for it, because I can’t feel like this anymore. I pull my jacket off, then my t-shirt, and I’m naked from the waist up. I slip out of my shoes and socks, and then my jeans, piling all of my clothes on the couch.

“Grow some huevos, Corey,” I say out loud. “It’s now or never.”

I get my boxers down to mid-thigh and nearly jump out of my skin when the doorbell rings.

“Fuck!”
Screwed by the universe again.

“Can you get that?” Ben calls from the shower.

I pick up my jeans to get dressed, but whoever is at the door is impatient, and the bell chimes loudly again.

“Corey?” Ben calls. “Are you still here?”

“Uh… yeah, Ben. I’ve got it. Finish your shower.” I throw my jeans back onto the sofa. No time for dressing. I have to get rid of the asshole at the door before Ben comes out and sees me like this.

I open the front door halfway and peer around it, trying to hide the fact that I’m nearly naked. Julie is standing on the porch with a large fruit basket in her hands.

“Oh, Corey.” She’s obviously surprised to see me. “Um… Is Ben here?”

“Yeah.” I rub the back of my neck, looking at the floor, wondering what the hell I’m going to do. “Come on in.”

I take the fruit basket from her and set it on the kitchen counter. “It was nice of you to get him this, Julie. I’m sure he’ll love it. Unfortunately, he just got in the shower.”

“Oh.” Her brows come together, and I can almost see her brain working as she takes in my state of undress. “Are you—”

“I’m staying in Ben’s pool house,” I interrupt before she can speculate any further. “Come on out. I’ll show it to you while he’s in the shower.”

I grab my clothes and carry them under my arm, hoping she doesn’t think too hard about why I was getting undressed in his living room. It’s freezing outside in my underwear, but I sprint, and Julie sprints along behind me, laughing.

Once we’re inside the pool house, I turn the lights on low and open the curtains.

“This is my place. What do you think?”

“Wow, Corey. It’s like a vacation in here.”

“Yeah, I love it. Have a seat. Ben will be out in a few.”

“Alright,” she says, sitting on the sofa and folding her hands primly into her lap.

I’ve got a bad feeling about this. She came here looking for Ben for a reason, and I’d bet money it’s the same reason she pulled her shirt up and let him use her as a human Annie doll at the CPR class this morning. Ben is newly single, and she’s trying to stake her claim, same as me. Only I’m at a great disadvantage, because he’s straight, and I haven’t had a chance to let him know how I feel. It would be far too easy for him to fall into a relationship with a girl, especially one he already likes and respects.

Think, Corey. Think.

And then, miraculously, Julie solves my dilemma. She looks at me. But it’s not just any look. She stares slack-jawed at my chest, my stomach, my cock outlined behind the fabric of my underwear. Suddenly I know beyond a doubt that Julie wants to fuck me, and that is my saving grace.

I follow her gaze brazenly down to look at my own dick. Then I look her directly in the eyes and give my most salacious smile. Realization dawns on her face, and she blushes and looks away.

Too late, little girl. I’ve already caught you looking.

I flip the stereo on. My MP3 player is still hooked in, and Kid Cudi’s dark rap anthem
King Wizard
starts up. I could not have chosen a better song to defile Ben’s little nurse to. I reach over and flip the outside speakers on, sending the music out across the pool and toward the house, because I don’t just want to seduce Julie. I want an audience.

11

I’VE got Julie smashed
naked up against the pool house window when I notice Ben standing like a statue beside the pool in a pair of plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt, his hair still damp from the shower.

Julie and I have barely gotten started, but she’s on fire already. She’s panting harshly in my ear, and when I push her ass even harder into the glass, she brings her legs up and wraps them tightly around my waist. I can tell this is going to be a good show.

“That’s it, sweetie,” I whisper in her ear. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Uh-huh,” she moans.

“You like me?”

She nods. “Yes, Corey.” She trails little kisses along my jaw and wraps her fingers in my hair. “I like you a lot.”

“You like Ben, too, don’t you?” She stills for a second as if she’s unsure whether to answer or not, but I slap her ass just hard enough to make it sting. “Don’t think, Julie. Just tell me how you feel.”

“Y-Yes. I like Ben. I like you both.”

“Hmmmm…” I kiss her deeply, dragging my tongue across hers and biting her lip. “Would you like to make love to both of us at the same time?”

“Are you serious?” She snatches her head back and stares wide-eyed into my face.

“As a heart attack.”

She nods slowly, and I kiss her again and run my hand up between her legs to find her sweet spot, playing in the moisture there, making her keen with pleasure. She’s past the point of refusal now. I know the symptoms well.

I look directly at Ben as I pull Julie’s hair back, exposing the side of her throat to him. Then I tilt my head the other way and put my mouth to the other side of her throat, trailing kisses down onto the soft spot between her neck and shoulder, low enough so my mark won’t show when she’s wearing scrubs. Honestly, I’ve never been into hickeys, but it seemed the cool thing to do in Christina’s case, and right now it’s the only discreet way I can think of to get my point across to Ben.

It works like gangbusters.

Ben enters the pool house quietly, stopping briefly to turn off the outside speakers, and then moves close to us. I tip Julie’s head a little more, giving him complete access, and before she even realizes he’s in the room, he latches onto her other shoulder.

Julie gasps but doesn’t protest. On the contrary, as soon as Ben joins in, I feel a surge of wetness between her legs. Of course I don’t really give a shit about that. I want Ben, and if the only way I can get him is with a woman between us, so be it.

After we’ve both put discreet marks on her, I spin her away from the window, kissing her with a passion that’s not meant for her, but for Ben. It’s all a show for him. I’m going to fuck this nurse of his like my life depends on it, because in a way it does. In a matter of days, my life has gotten so tightly wrapped up in his that I fear I’ll have to leave a huge chunk of it behind when I go, and it’s tearing me up inside.

Don’t even think about that. Don’t think about leaving.

I drop to my knees with Julie riding my hips and lower her to the floor onto her back. She keeps her legs wound tightly around me, writhing for my cock. I’m going to give it to her, but I want Ben to see it. I want him to watch every inch of it penetrate his special little night shift nurse. If I can’t have him, then she won’t either.

I meet Ben’s hungry gaze, trying to will him to join in without saying anything. He drops to the floor at Julie’s head and wraps his fingers in her hair, runs his palm along her cheek. She shudders and moans at the simple contact, and it’s obvious that she’s craved his touch for some time. When her eyes flutter open, Ben lowers his head to hers and claims her lips in a tentative kiss.

“See, I knew you wanted to give me mouth-to-mouth,” she sighs when he pulls back. He laughs and dives back into the kiss.

Watching him kiss her has got me vibrating with jealousy, and with something else, too. A desperate need to get inside this woman, to claim her away from Ben, to possess her just so he can’t. It doesn’t make much sense, but I can’t help it. My id is in charge now, and he’s not known for his rationality.

I jerk Julie’s hips roughly, getting both their attention, and Ben breaks the kiss. When he looks at me, his eyes are hooded with lust. I’m about to do my dead level best to push him over the edge, to make him lose that control he values so much.

“Ben,” I say, my voice hoarse with a hostile sort of lust I’ve never felt before. “Do you want to watch me fuck your little nurse?” I grab a condom off the sofa and roll it on. Then I position myself between Julie’s legs, nudging the opening of her vagina, threatening to penetrate her.

She’s squirming on the floor, panting and thrashing about. The feel of the head of my dick pushing between the slick lips of her pussy has got her crazy. At this point, she doesn’t care what I do to her, or what I’m saying. She’s in that needful place that women sometimes get, when you could slap them around if you wanted and they’d still beg for you.

Ben is hovering over her, speechless, his eyes tortured. He’s thinking again, and that’s not good.

“Ben,” I rasp again, louder this time. “What do you want? Tell me what to do, baby.”

Shit. Why did I say that?

He looks startled, but then he licks his lips and watches my cock strain against Julie’s opening, ready to go as soon as he gives the go-ahead, and his eyes go dark.

“Fuck her,” he whispers. “I want to watch you do it.”

That’s all I need to hear. I buck hard into her cunt, not caring if I’m hurting her or not. She’s slick enough, and I easily bury my thick cock to the hilt. I don’t take my eyes off of Ben, though. I need to see his face.

Julie screams and grunts in pain, but I withdraw almost all the way, and she gasps loudly.

“Oh, God,” she groans and bites her bottom lip.

“Do you think she likes it, Ben?” I ask, a sardonic smile twisting my lips.

“She’s loving it.” Ben lowers his lips to a pink tipped breast, and sucks the tight nipple into his mouth, making Julie moan and toss her head from side to side.

“Dr. Hardy… I’ve wanted this. Wanted you so— ”

I grab her hips and slam her onto my cock full force, purposely cutting off her words and making her cry out. This time, I don’t let up. I drag her body roughly back and forth on the carpet, impaling her over and over, until she’s a mindless mass of female flesh, and I can tell she’s about to come. A sheen of sweat is starting to glisten on her skin.

Ben, who is watching the action with increasing agitation, suddenly wraps his fist in Julie’s hair and snatches back, immobilizing her head and making her yelp.

Her back is arched now, and he bends and touches his tongue to her heaving sternum, tracing slow circles there, then drags it all the way down to rim her tiny bejeweled belly button. He turns his head to the side and watches, his face only inches from where my cock is pounding in and out of Julie’s pussy. He is breathing heavily, and his eyes are wide. Even through his clothes, I can see his muscles are tightly bunched. He’s definitely aroused, but he doesn’t try to touch himself or join the action in any significant way.

He looks up and sees me studying him closely, and we hold eye contact for one eternal moment.

“Put your mouth on her,” I tell him. “Down there.”

I know she’s ready to come, and Ben going down on her will put her over the edge. What I don’t know is if he will do it or not, because putting his mouth on her will be almost like putting his mouth on me.

For one weighted moment, Ben hovers contemplating, and then he leans in and clamps his mouth over her swollen clit. She lets out a soft moan that seems to crescendo forever.

“My… God…” Her body bucks, but I tighten my grip on her hips and pin her to the tops of my thighs, and Ben’s still got her hair in a death grip. She’s not going anywhere now.

I gyrate my hips in a languorous rhythm, my cock moving inside her in tiny increments, so that both she and I can focus on what Ben is doing. I can feel his soft lips down there, sucking and licking at her quivering little nub, working with lustful enthusiasm. I savor the subtle feel of his lips barely touching me, the soft little twitches and rubs nearly making me come out of my skin. The brush of his cheek, the tickle of his hair against my belly. This is so close to what I want from him.

If this little bitch doesn’t come soon, I’m afraid I’ll explode all in her, and I don’t want to come. Not for her. There’s only one person in the room I want to spill my load for, and I’ll hold off if it kills me. I want to show Ben that it’s not this silly girl who’s got my cock ready to blow. It’s him.

Finally, not a moment too soon, Julie is shuddering to a tumultuous orgasm, making little bleating noises as she goes. “Dr. Hardy… Corey…” she gasps, as Ben licks her gently through her final breathy spasms.

Stoic Ben, who has remained completely clothed the whole time.

I pull my dick out and squeeze it hard, fighting the overwhelming sensations as I watch Ben’s head move between Julie’s quaking thighs.