With Strings Attached (11 page)

“Your turn,” he agreed and their eyes met. Fuck. They weren’t rivals. They were best buddies. This wasn’t a competition. Or was it?

Chapter Seven

Dylan licked his lips, savored the sweet taste of Corey and reached for his aching dick. He tugged his balls down away from his body. Holy crap. Holy freakin’ crap. This was full-on derelict!

He settled himself on the bed beside her, the opposite side of where Matt had been, fighting for control. Wow. He studied Matt as he kissed his way down over Corey’s smooth flat stomach. He and Matt were sharing a girl. Wild.

He’d wanted Corey. He wasn’t going to deny it. He’d been attracted to her the first night he’d met her. But although he bugged Matt about being the “good guy” and he knew he himself had a reputation as a player, he really wasn’t an asshole and would never take a girl away from his best buddy. Matt had insisted he and Corey were just friends, friends with benefits, but still just friends, and so Dylan should have had no hesitation in making his moves on Corey. But there was something more to it, he sensed, and he also suspected it wasn’t only on Matt’s part. There was something between these two and for that reason Dylan
had
hesitated.

So when Corey had made the suggestion of having a threesome, and Matt hadn’t backed off, it had seemed the perfect solution—they’d share her. She wanted them both, she’d admitted that. Perfect. He grinned as he stroked his cock, and then he bent and kissed Corey’s cheek. “Good, babe?”

“So good,” she moaned. She turned her face to his and sought his lips with hers, and he kissed her back, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She made a soft little noise.

“You ready, Corey?” Matt asked from lower on the bed. Now it was him between her spread thighs, on his knees, his underwear gone, busy rolling a condom onto his dick.

“Good thinking, dude,” he said to Matt with a nod, but although they’d joked about their respective sizes, Dylan didn’t really want to look at Matt’s cock, so he focused on Corey’s pretty breasts, not huge but generous enough, round and firm with the sweetest brownish-pink little nipples.

“Yes,” she whispered. He looked at her face, saw her eyes open, eyes hazy and green, framed with long golden eyelashes. So pretty.

Oh yeah, she was ready, after that orgasm, super wet and soft, and he wished it was him pushing inside her body. Matt lifted her knees and Dylan bent his head to suck those pretty little nipples. She’d seemed to go for that when Matt did it, and he wanted a taste too. His dick felt like it was on fire, pulsing in his hand. He needed to come, like
now,
or he was going to lose it all over her stomach, so he released the nub from his mouth and climbed up the bed, kneeling beside her so his cock thrust out toward her mouth. He touched her cheek with his fingertips and turned her head toward him. Her eyes widened, then lowered, and her lips parted. “Wanna suck me, babe?” he offered gently. He took his cock in hand and rubbed it against her lips. “While Matt fucks you?”

She swallowed, gave a tiny nod and opened her mouth. “Ah, good girl.” Her tongue came out to lick over the supersensitive head, her lips just covering the tip of him, and he shuddered, suddenly even hotter, blood pounding wildly through his veins. Fuck!

He thrust into her mouth, not too hard. Sensation wrapped around his dick and sizzled up his spine. Her tongue assaulted him tenderly, lapping and teasing, making him shake. “Oh, Corey. Your mouth—holy shit. Watching my cock slide into those pretty lips.” He let out a groan and pressed his hand to his lower abdomen just above his cock as his hips moved gently back and forth. She licked and sucked and teased until his balls were hard as walnuts and he was violently fighting off a climax. He glanced at Matt. Matt’s face was tight, eyes focused on Corey’s mouth, brows drawn together, breathing through his mouth.

“Feels so good, candy girl,” Matt muttered. “So fucking good. And watching you suck…holy shit.” His chest gleamed with perspiration in the lamplight.

Corey’s lashes fluttered as her tongue did the same on the underside of Dylan’s cock, nearly making the top of his head blow off. Ah shiz, he’d lost it, totally lost it. Heat exploded in him and swept over his body, and he came, hard, pulsing into Corey’s mouth. He thought for a fleeting second of pulling out, but she was still working on his dick, sucking greedily, and hell, too late, he was coming now, in her mouth. Her eyes closed and she reached for him, one hand on his hip, the other on his thigh and he pulsed into her mouth in agonizingly satisfying bursts.

His head fell back and he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations that whipped over his body. “Ah, hell,” he groaned. “So good, babe. So good.”

He touched her face with his fingertips as he withdrew from her mouth, still semi-hard and wet, then rested his fingers on her bottom lip as their eyes met and held, hers wide. Then Matt pushed into her harder and her entire body shook, her breasts jiggling enticingly and she looked away from Dylan toward Matt. Her lips parted and with hazy eyes, she stared at him. Dylan held one of her hands as Matt pounded harder. Dylan watched Matt’s hand slide from Corey’s thigh to her clit and rub there and, almost mesmerized by the erotic scene, he stared in fascination as Corey’s eyes drifted closed, her head tipped back into the pillow.

“Oh, fuck me, yes, fuck me like that,” she groaned, and Dylan instantly grew hard again. Al-fucking-ready. Jesus. “Yes, yes…” And she cried out as she came again, making the same sweet little sounds she’d made when he made her come, sounds he would never forget. And then Matt groaned too, pumping into her, his eyes closed, face screwed up, and they slowly went still and quiet, but breathing hard.

“Fuck me,” Matt muttered, lowering himself over Corey to kiss her mouth. Dylan sat back a bit, watching. Holy shit. “Unbelievable.”

“Oh God,” Corey moaned. “Oh my God. I can’t move.”

“Don’t even try, candy girl. Just relax.” Matt kissed each corner of her mouth and then her forehead, and Dylan was struck by the tenderness of it. It kind of made his chest feel funny, and he rubbed it.

Matt finally withdrew and rolled off the bed, disappearing out of the bedroom presumably to get rid of the condom. Dylan stretched out on the bed beside Corey, laying a hand flat on her stomach.

“Okay, babe?” he asked.

“Oh. Yeah. I think.” A pause. “Did we really do that?”

“Hell yeah.” He smiled and rubbed her soft skin a little. “We still are.”

Matt returned and rounded the bed to lie on the other side of Corey. His eyes met Dylan’s above her prone body. They both gave a crooked smile. “Wow,” Matt said.

“Yeah. Wow.”

They both looked at Corey stretched out naked between them and Dylan took a moment to appreciate her body. He’d been so fucking on fire earlier he’d hardly noticed what she looked like, and it was worth noticing. “Look at you,” he whispered, dragging his hand down one arm. “Hot little mama, all smooth and tanned.” A tiny white bikini shape outlined her breasts and pussy. Hell. He wanted to see her in that bikini, at the beach, all gleaming with oil, or wet with sea water. He gulped. Yeah, the beach.

Except the beach made him think of surfing, which made him think of waves, which gave him that fucking weird drowning sensation…fuck! He lay down on the pillow, closed his eyes and fought the dizziness that tried to swamp him like a gnarly bomb.

Not now. Not fucking
now
, while he was having some of the hottest sex of his life.

He focused on breathing, like he’d learned, slowly in, filling his belly, slowly out. In. Out. They’d probably think he was still recovering from that righteous orgasm.

The room faded away for a few moments as he worked at breathing and then slowly came back to focus. Damn. That was not good. It was a sad fucking day when his body started reliving his accident instead of letting him enjoy sex. His heart was still pounding and his skin felt clammy, and he wished he could say it was from the orgasm.

“I’m cold,” Corey said.

Dylan smiled and let out a long slow breath before rolling off the bed. “Under the covers,” he said, pulling them back. Corey wriggled her way into the bed while he admired her cute little ass. Damn. Matt slid beneath the covers too, and Dylan climbed back into bed, pushing up against Corey’s warm softness. She giggled and moved between them. “What am I, the filling in a sandwich?” she said breathlessly, and Dylan figured out that Matt was pushing on her from the other side. He laughed.

“You bet your sweet little butt,” he said and he lifted up onto one elbow to kiss her. She kissed him back and then he let her turn to Matt and kiss him. That kiss lasted a little longer. With his fingertips Dylan pulled her face back to him and took her mouth again, letting the kiss ignite, opening her mouth with his. Fire started sliding through his veins again, settling in his groin. His dick twitched.

They took turns kissing her, him and Matt, longer, wetter kisses, and heat built like a bonfire in the bed, flaming higher and hotter. He stroked her body, exploring the smooth curve of waist and hip, the soft fullness of a breast, the plane of her tummy. Matt’s hand was on her too, doing the same, playing with her nipples until she started panting and her legs shifted restlessly on the bed. Dylan slipped a hand down over the tiny patch of light brown curls, then between her thighs, which parted for him. She pulsed against his palm and he cupped her there, so soft and warm. “Mmm,” he murmured, watching her tongue lick Matt’s. Holy
hell
, that was hot. He tightened his hand on her pussy and she pushed up into it. He felt the nub of her clit against his palm and knew she wanted more touch there. His long middle finger dipped into her folds. “Oh yeah. You’re so wet, Corey.”

“Well, duh.”

He grinned and nipped at her bottom lip, then gave her pussy a little tap. Her eyes flew open wide and he cupped her gently again, then used his fingers to part her folds and explore the luscious warmth there. Then he dragged one finger over her clit, and she quivered. “Yes,” she whispered and to his surprise, her fingers circled his wrist and held his hand there. “Yeah, right there.”

He rubbed over her clit, using her moisture, bent his head to suck one little nipple as Matt kissed her again.

“I love kissing,” she said on a soft sigh. “And I love…that.”

Her clit swelled and her thighs began to move and then she came against his hand, so sweetly, with a soft cry of pleasure, her hand tightening on his wrist.

“Nice,” he said, lifting his head. He kissed her cheek. “Very nice.”

“Oh yeah.”

“My turn to fuck you,” he said abruptly sitting up. “Okay?”

“Mmm, yes, please.”

He slapped on a love glove and got between her legs before she was even done coming, and pushed into her pulsing pussy. Heat surrounded his dick, tight and slick. Ah goddamn, that felt good, so good, and he got lost in it, in the sensation coiling up inside him, the sound of Corey’s soft sighs and whimpers, her cries when he drove in really deep. “Like that?” he gritted out. “Like it hard?”

“Yes…yes…”

He got so lost in it his orgasm surprised him, slamming him like a rogue wave, and he held her thighs as heat pumped out of his dick. He groaned, long and heartfelt. And then he dragged his eyes open and saw Matt’s fingers at her pussy, touching her where he had moments ago, and then Corey came again, her pussy rippling around his still-hard cock. Damn! He should have been the one to do that.

He watched her pretty face, once again flushed pink, eyes squeezed closed, her top teeth sunk into her bottom lip, felt her hips pushing up against him. So fucking hot.

He caught his breath and then slid out of her, holding the base of the condom. It was his turn to leave the room, and he hopped over to where he’d left his crutches. Without the walking boot, his foot was too tender to even try to put weight on and he sighed. Tomorrow he’d find a therapist and start working his ass off.

But for what? In the bathroom, he dropped the condom into the wastebasket and paused. He had to get control of his fucked-up mind, never mind his fucked-up body, before he was going to be ready to get back into competition. He rubbed his eyes. That little attack a few minutes ago had shaken his confidence. He’d thought he was doing better and he had no idea why that had happened. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

He was in the middle of a scorching threesome here and this wasn’t the time to be reliving the accident or bemoaning his misfortune or even worrying about what the future held. Live in the moment. That had always been his mantra. Here and now was what mattered, not the past and not the future.

Corey snuggled into Matt and his arms came around her in a way that was familiar and reassuring. And she needed a little reassurance after what they’d just done. Holy hotness.

His body radiated heat and she absorbed it into her and breathed in the clean, spicy-herbal scent of his skin. She pursed her lips and gave his chest a little kiss. The bed dipped behind her as Dylan climbed back in, and again, he pressed up against her, this time to her back, her butt fitting into his groin. He gently pulled her hair aside and kissed her shoulder.

“You guys are gonna kill me,” she murmured. She was starting to drift, overcome by a warm, sleepy glow that pulled her into it. She loved that feeling of falling asleep, only wished sometimes she could be more aware of it and could enjoy it for longer before she fell all the way into slumber.