Tempting Meredith (2 page)

“Fuck,” Dylan breathed. “I didn’t—”

There was something there she needed to make sense of, but hormones overruled logic, making reason impossible. Emotions ruled. Unadulterated desire triumphed.

Blaine kneeled between her legs and leaned over her, his attention on her and only her. He didn’t seem to notice when Dylan extricated himself and stood. As she sank into the cheap foam couch, Blaine followed her down. He nuzzled the valley between her breasts, increasing its depth by plumping her breasts together. He seemed ever conscious of her nipples’ sensitivity, constantly thumbing and rolling them, teasing first one then the other with his tongue, grazing with his teeth.

His cock settled against her sex, heavy and hot, and she widened her knees and wrapped her legs around his hips to bring him closer.

Dylan slipped back behind and under her, jostling her, his now-bare flesh scorching hers. Blaine jerked his head up, startled. Had he forgotten Dylan?

Blaine quickly recovered and ducked his head to kiss a trail from her breasts to her belly button. He circled her innie then dipped his tongue inside. A sizzling spark shot directly to Meredith’s clit. She’d have never guessed that her belly button was an erogenous zone. Blaine continued lower, and his breath misted over her folds.

Her hips lifted and tilted, straining for his mouth. Dylan took the opportunity to slide further underneath her. His shaft slipped down the cleft of her ass and nestled there. He grasped her thighs, spread them further apart and drew them up until her feet planted outside his hips.

Blaine flattened his tongue on her labia and licked. All thought except the need to orgasm fled. Her body became a tautly stretched mass of awareness, each molecule, each atom anticipating the inevitable explosion while luxuriating in the overload of sensuality. A lick here, a flick of his tongue there before he focused on her clit. Every sensation centered on the growing tickle in that tiny bundle of nerves.

She strained toward him, and Dylan’s cock slipped from behind her. Blaine abandoned her clit and crawled up her body, bracing himself above her with both arms. Dylan’s hand wedged between them and fumbled between their bodies. He wrapped his fingers around both men’s cocks. The sight stunned her. She tensed, expecting Blaine to pull away, expecting their experiment to end before it really started, but Blaine’s moan of pleasure vibrated long and low through her. Their cocks glistened with her juices. Dylan’s masculine hand encircling them was shockingly sexy. Their lengths seemed to hug and kiss, mesmerizing her. Dylan probed her opening with both heads. She watched, fascinated as he pushed, but their cocks fought. Dylan released his and guided Blaine’s inside. She closed her eyes and savored the joining, the intimacy, the vulnerability.

Dylan’s cock nudged her opening, still seeking entrance. He grunted, and the head gained ground, stretching her until she loosened and allowed him to push inside. Her body welcomed them, thrilled at the fullness. Both men’s cocks rubbing together inside her took her breath away.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dylan breathed as his fingers dug into her hips. His cock pulsed against her walls, already coming. “Baby, that is so good. So. Fucking. Good.”

His words barely registered. She was focused on Blaine. His gaze held hers with an intensity she’d never experienced. Pleasure built in her pussy and pelvis. With each thrust, the intensity and need heightened until she closed her eyes and concentrated solely on Blaine’s musky scent, his sweat-dampened skin sliding against hers, the coming orgasm. By unspoken agreement they increased the pace, shortening the thrusts. Meredith held her breath. So close. It was right there. She could almost, almost—

There.

All other senses shut down as the white-hot flame of sensation flashed through her body. No sight. No sound. No scent. Just pure physical pleasure burning her up from the inside out.

The fire slowly receded and died, leaving her aware of the butterfly flutter of Blaine’s cock inside her. She clenched her muscles in response and tightened her legs around him. He lowered his head to rest between her breasts. She grazed his hair with her lips. It wasn’t silky, but coarse. She liked the texture. It was substantial. The strands smelled—she thought about it—soft. No, soft wasn’t a fragrance, but she couldn’t come up with a better description. English too often lacked the perfect word. Were other languages similarly limited?

He lifted his head and his wide, beautiful smile made her heart swell. His eyes weren’t really blue, more green-blue or turquoise. Why hadn’t she realized that before? Her gaze skipped back to his lips. They’d captivated her since their first meeting. How many times had she found herself staring and hoped no one had noticed? But now she traced his mouth with her finger. It was velvety and firm.

He hadn’t kissed her. Was that not allowed? She wanted him to kiss her, craved his lips on hers. She slid her hand behind his head and drew him down. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she anticipated his mouth against hers.

“Told you she was hot.”

Her eyes flew open. The words splashed against her like ice water. Despite the fact that he was still inside her, she’d forgotten Dylan.

Blaine blinked. His tender smile disappeared, replaced with a cocky grin. “You were right,” he said, his voice raspy, shaky. He rolled onto the floor, taking his heat with him.

Guilt crept through. How had she forgotten her boyfriend? When Dylan withdrew, a warm, sticky fluid trickled down her bottom and between her thighs.

Before she registered the meaning, Dylan chuckled. “Equipment failure. Good thing you’re on the pill.” He scooted out from under her and headed to the bathroom.

Suddenly cold to her bones, Meredith sat up, tucked her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. Still, she shivered and hugged her legs tighter. She pressed her eyes into her knees, trying to hide, trying to warm up, trying to quell the panic churning in her stomach.

Blaine moved around the room, his footsteps subdued, secretive, but she didn’t pay attention to what he was doing until a nubby blanket settled over her shoulders. He kneeled on the floor in front of her and arranged the blanket until she was completely covered. Then he sat next to her and gathered her against his side.

His heat seeped in, drawing a little of the panic from her. She took a few deep, cleansing breaths.
It’s okay
, she told herself.
You’re okay.
Everything’s fine.
It was true. It had to be true.

Blaine rubbed his hands over her arms, the friction creating more heat, but she still shivered. Any second her teeth would begin chattering.

“She was cold.” Blaine’s deep voice startled her, and she jerked guiltily, but his arms tightened, keeping her in their shelter.

Dylan strode to his bottom bunk, yanked off the navy blue blanket and tossed his pillows to the floor. When he stood in front of her again, he took her hands in his and tugged. “Come on. On the floor. We’ll warm you up.”

She didn’t resist but stumbled to her knees. It jarred her, knocking her teeth together. But it didn’t hurt. The chill had numbed her. He let go, and she slid to her side. Dylan pressed against her back. She crushed the blanket Blaine had wrapped her in to her chest like a lifeline.

Blaine stood, his gaze darting around the room. “I’ll just, uh—”

“Dude, you can’t abandon a damsel in distress,” Dylan said. “Help me get her warm.”

Blaine’s movements were jerky as he lowered himself to his side. He tentatively scooted back against her. She was trapped. Their heat permeated, but she preferred the numbing cold. She struggled to breathe, was afraid to move.

Now she knew why Dylan had penetrated her with dildos, ever increasing in circumference, and his cock simultaneously. She’d thought he’d been interested in her pleasure. Men were so obsessed with size. But he’d been preparing her for tonight. She was certain of it. This wasn’t a last-minute graduation gift for Blaine. It had been planned. Had they done this before? With other women? Or was she the first?

Her mind spun like a centrifuge. Questions. Regrets. Had this really been about her? Or had it been about them? Dylan had said Blaine wanted
her
. And maybe it was true. Maybe Blaine
had
wanted her. But what about Dylan? Had this been about gifting her to Blaine, or had it been an excuse for Dylan to be with Blaine? Because it’d almost seemed like Dylan was fucking Blaine.

She couldn’t finish one thought before another rolled in. It didn’t help that Blaine was as stiff as she was. Why? It was his gift. It was what he’d wanted. Dylan seemed to be the only one of the three not affected. Her boyfriend slept first, his even, shallow breathing and slack arm signaling his release from wakefulness. Once Dylan slept, Blaine seemed to relax, and her own thoughts drifted to gray and finally...

A whisper of sound woke her. She didn’t stir as she tried to place it. Would help if she knew where she was. Not her bed. Not Dylan’s bed. Someplace hard. Her arm was numb. She wriggled. Pins and needles crept up her hand into her arm.

“Meredith, wake up.” A hushed, urgent voice.

Shame washed over her with last night’s memories. She didn’t want to open her eyes. Didn’t want to face what she’d done or the two men she’d done it with. But it was too late to pretend sleep. She rolled onto her back and reluctantly lifted her eyelids. Her useless arm didn’t budge, just throbbed as blood returned to the starved limb. With her good hand, she dragged it across her body to protect it. The gray light of dawn bled into the room.

Blaine was propped up on his elbow, his concerned expression focused on her. Where was Dylan? A cursory scan—the best she could do flat on her back on the floor—revealed a closed bathroom door.

She tried to smile through the pins and needles eating away at her arm and the doubts eating away at her heart.

Blaine spoke, his words low and hurried. “If you ever need anything. If something happens with Dylan...call me. Let me know. If—just let me know. Okay?”

That was cryptic, but if she was interpreting correctly, he was worried about her and Dylan. Did he know something? Her heart thumped in alarm. “What—”

Blaine’s lips touched hers. Sweet, undemanding. It wasn’t a prelude to sex. Their first kiss. What the hell was she thinking? It would be their last, too. This was a one-night thing. “You’re special. No matter what happens, don’t—”

The creak of the bathroom door interrupted, and he rolled away, presenting her with his back.

Her fingers twitched with the need to touch him. Why? To reassure Blaine or herself? What had he meant? Was Dylan going to dump her? Had they done this before? Last night’s doubts grew until they felt as if they would burst from her skin. Was it a game? Her stomach roiled as she once again thought of all the times Dylan had penetrated her with the dildo and his cock. Dylan’s hand around both men’s cocks, so sexy at the time, now made her cringe.

Dylan jostled her as he scooted in against her and draped his arm across her ribs. His hand rested on Blaine’s waist. “Dude could sleep through a tornado,” he murmured.

She forced a smile. “I should go,” she whispered.

He cupped her breast and thumbed her nipple. “It’s early. Let us fuck you again, baby. Both of us inside you. I know you liked it. I fucking loved it.”

The fact that he was right made her even more uneasy. Didn’t help that Blaine was listening. “Um. I really need to go. Meeting with my advisor.” It was a lie, but she had to get out of there. Clear her head. Think.

He dipped his head to her nipple and licked and sucked, something that had always guaranteed a positive response. But now, it just made her prickly, uncomfortable. “Sure I can’t change your mind?”

“Sorry, but later. Okay?” She had an almost overwhelming urge to shove his hands away, to scoot away from his mouth, to escape. She fought the urge and remained motionless.

He lifted his head and smiled amiably, his eyes still sleep-bleary. “Yeah. I’ll call you.”

She held her breath and scooted out from under him. When she was clear, she drew shallow breaths although she really needed deep, cleansing ones. But they wouldn’t come. She hurriedly collected her clothes then locked herself in the bathroom. She stretched her neck and gulped, trying to fill her lungs. She finally managed a long, deep breath, and another, and another. The clothes dropped from her shaking hands. She sat on the toilet and wrapped her arms around her waist, fighting the hysteria building inside her.

What had she done? What the hell had she done?

* * *

Dylan didn’t call.

After she’d returned to her room and calmed down, she’d spent the day trying to explain and rationalize her emotions. She’d forgotten her boyfriend while she’d had sex with him and his best friend. Dylan’s touch this morning had left her feeling creepy, not excited. Worse, she wasn’t sure that last night had been about her as much as Dylan being with Blaine. But if that were true, why put her in the middle?

She’d come up with several explanations. One, Blaine’s concerned but cryptic remarks. That explained the creepiness this morning, but it didn’t explain how she could forget Dylan while he’d been naked and sharing her vagina with Blaine last night. Two, the ménage was a new experience for her. She was usually good with new experiences, but she had to face facts. A ménage was so far outside the realm of “normal” sex that it rated a qualifier much stronger than “new.” “Extreme” was probably a better descriptor—extreme experience. And three, simple biology. All those chemicals released during sex.

Finally, she’d gone with science and settled on three. It was simple. The bonding hormones had run rampant and confused her. They’d obviously confused Dylan, too. He wasn’t gay. He hadn’t wanted Blaine when they’d started fooling around. But those hormones had taken over and carried away all three of them. Only one problem with her conclusion. Science rarely worked when dealing with emotions. At least, not in her experience. People were too complicated. Still, until she had data to the contrary, she’d go with the hormones. She was fine now, much better. Calmer. In control. Ready to see Dylan again.