With Strings Attached (22 page)

“I guess the chocolate body paint is a success,” he continued, and kissed the other nipple.

She swallowed and tried again to talk. “Unless I break out in a rash or something.”

He chuckled. Dylan’s tongue was playing with her clit and she couldn’t think any more, couldn’t focus, sensation building inside her in a big, hot coil. She licked her bottom lip, closed her eyes and gave herself over to it, and then Dylan closed his lips over her clit and sucked and she bucked up off the couch, straining against Matt’s hands, sensation shooting her right up to the sky in a peak of bliss. Then pleasure poured all through her, making her weak and limp. She moaned, a long, drawn-out sound of satisfaction.

Dylan laid his cheek on her thigh and she wanted to reach out and touch him, his silky hair or his face, but Matt still held her hands, still kissed her collarbone, her shoulder, the side of her neck, in sweet, soft little kisses. So nice.

So very nice. She drifted a little bit, languorous and lazy. Dylan moved back onto the couch beside her and kissed her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open and met his. She smiled back, her eyelids heavy.

“Hey, no going to sleep already,” Matt said.

She looked at him. “I’m not.”

“That’s what you always say.” But his smile was tender. “We need condoms and lots of lube.”

Her heart missed a beat and her pulse accelerated before it had even returned to normal. “Uh…okay.”

“I’ll get it,” Matt said, rising from the couch. He bent and kissed her mouth, then disappeared.

Dylan laid a hand on her damp and sticky stomach. “That was delicious,” he said.

“I didn’t use my own chocolate for it,” she said. “I used purchased chocolate, so it’s not as good, but it’s still—”

“I didn’t mean the chocolate.”

She met his gleaming eyes. “Oh. Thank you.”

He grinned and rubbed her skin. “Maybe we should all have a shower.”

“A…shower? All of us?”

“Sure. Why not? Okay, maybe later. First we can clean you up a bit, though. The chocolate was excellent but kinda messy.” He too rose to his feet and limped away, still wearing his walking boot. Both guys returned at the same time, Dylan with a wet washcloth and towel in his hands, Matt with a plastic bottle in one hand and a fistful of condoms in the other. She blinked.

What were they going to do?

Chapter Fourteen

Anticipation sizzled over Corey’s nerve endings and her stomach swooped.

Dylan dropped to the couch beside her and began to wipe her body with gentle strokes, the cloth pleasantly warm and rough against her skin. A faint crease appeared between his dark eyebrows as he focused on the task and her heart tilted a little. Then he rubbed her dry. “Are you cold?” he asked.

“No. It’s nice and warm in here.”

“Gonna get hotter,” Matt said and she took in the dark promise in his eyes. Her body tightened.

“Not with you guys wearing all those clothes,” she said.

He smiled and reached behind his head to pull his T-shirt off. Dylan began unbuttoning the loose shirt he wore and shrugged out of it. She drank in the sight of their bare chests with greedy eyes, both so masculine and strong, with firm muscles and sleek skin. She reached out both hands and ran her fingers over their chests, their abs… They both sucked in a breath and she smiled, that powerful feeling returning. At that moment she felt like she could ask anything of them and they would do it. It was heady stuff.

They started kissing her again, taking turns, and while one guy was kissing her the other was stripping out of his pants, and then all three of them were naked on the couch, kissing, touching, heating up to the point she thought she might burst into flames. Again. Matt kissed her cheek, nuzzled her ear, licked her neck. “Okay, candy girl. Are you ready for this?”

Her eyelashes fluttered. “Ready for…what?” Excitement clawed at her stomach.

He sucked gently on the skin just below her ear. “Tonight we both want to have you. At the same time.”

“Yes.” They’d done that. Hadn’t they. Then her eyes flew open. “You mean…?”

He drew back a little and met her eyes, his index finger rubbing across her bottom lip. She glanced at Dylan, arousal stark on his face, then back at Matt. He held her gaze steadily. “Yes,” he said. “Both of us. At the same time. Have you ever…?”

She pressed her trembling lips together. She didn’t want to answer that question. No, of course she’d never done it with two guys at the same time, and she’d never had anal sex before either, although she had experimented with a little back door play a few times. But she was afraid if she told them that, they’d back off. On the other hand, she probably wasn’t going to get away with lying. She licked her lips and Matt slipped his thumb into her mouth briefly. “No.”

“It’ll be good, baby,” he promised, again rubbing her lip. “We’ll take care of you.”

She knew she could say no. She stared back at him. She wanted to do this, so bad, but fear trembled inside her. “What if…it hurts?”

“It might hurt a little,” he admitted. “But we’ll take it slow and easy.” He leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “I want your ass.”

Oh dear God. Everything inside her clamped down hard on a spear of desire, and flames licked over her skin. Her head went light. “Matt.” She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard from Matt, her best friend, her lover, yes, but a straight-up straightforward lover who’d been so, so good to her, but never this…bad. She swallowed through a tight throat.

“Okay, candy girl?” He stroked her bare arm. “’Cause you know, you can say no. Right, buddy?”

“Yeah,” Dylan agreed. “Of course.”

“I want it,” she whispered. “I want to try it.”

She saw the heat flame in Matt’s eyes and she loved it, loved doing that to him. She touched his chest again, so hot, burning hot.

Two guys at the same time. Her eyes fell closed again, every nerve ending in her body throbbing. Once more, she knew if she was ever going to have this experience in her life, it was now, because there was no one else she’d ever do this with. She opened her eyes, met Matt’s and gave a small nod, then looked at Dylan. He smiled at her, that bad-boy grin, and she nodded at him too.

They didn’t have to seduce her. They already had her, naked, wet and wanting. But they did. With long, soft kisses, languorous strokes of their tongues over her skin, suckles at her breasts until her nipples tingled and burned, fingers between her legs, sliding and rubbing. She felt she should be giving back, doing something for them, but they took over and she submitted.

And enjoyed it.

Ripples of exquisite pleasure flowed over her, through her at their touches. She ached inside with a deep, tormenting need. The orgasm earlier had been good, but she felt achingly empty. Her legs shifted restlessly, her hips lifted in need as she slid lower on the couch.

Matt’s fingers between her legs slipped through her wet folds, gently probing, sleekly stroking, slicking up moisture and sliding it down, lower, between the cheeks of her butt, to…the…
oh!…
the sensitive opening back there. He played a little, rubbing, teasing, making her tremble, and then his finger pushed inside, so slowly, so gently. She gave a strangled little moan. His finger penetrated and withdrew with easy motions, careful strokes, a little farther each time. A soft cry escaped her lips. Sensation sizzled up her spine.

“How’s that?” he whispered, kissing her shoulder.

She couldn’t answer, just gave a jerky little nod.

“Feel good?” he persisted.

“Uh.”

Dylan continued to play with her nipples, both of them between his fingertips, eliciting pinpoints of sensation in the very tips of them, sweetly agonizing sensation.

“I think you’re ready,” Matt whispered long moments later when she thought she might die if she didn’t get what she needed soon. He withdrew his hand and looked at Dylan. “You on the bottom,” he said quietly and even in her haze of arousal, Corey was surprised that Matt gave the order and Dylan complied. Dylan sat on the couch, slouching down low and Matt lifted her and coaxed her onto Dylan’s lap. Dylan’s cock was long and hard, impressive and masculine.
 
She gazed down at it as she straddled his thighs, at the glistening head and thick veins. He stroked himself and that was so damn sexy, she felt more liquid gather between her legs.

Matt handed Dylan a condom and he rolled it on expertly. It was no surprise that he had a lot of sexual experience. He looked up at her, dark eyes gleaming and hungry, his cock in his hand and she let Matt’s hands on her hips guide her over Dylan’s shaft. He directed himself to her entrance and she hissed out a breath as he pushed inside her. “Oh, yeah,” she groaned, lowering herself slowly, carefully. She was wet and soft, but still, he was big, and it took a minute to work her way down onto him. He filled her so sublimely, so deeply, and she sucked in a long slow breath at the pleasure that streaked through her.

Behind her, Matt kissed her shoulder, swept her hair aside and kissed her nape. “Okay, sweetheart?”

“Yes.” A sigh left her lips. “Oh yes.”

Matt continued to kiss and lick her, his body big and warm at her back, his hands on her butt cheeks, rubbing in small circles, teasing her. “Good,” he murmured. “You’re amazing, Corey.” And then he landed his hand against her ass and she jolted at the fiery tap. Her eyes flew open wide—she’d never been spanked. Strangely the feeling only added to the barrage of sensations heating her up. He gave her another heavy caress on the other cheek and heat spread over her buttocks in a warm tingle. She groaned. “Oh, Matt!”

“Okay?” he whispered.

“Mmm.” This was amazing. Maybe a once-in-a-lifetime thing. She should try to focus on every detail, every nuance, to tuck away the memories for another day, but it was nearly impossible when she was overwhelmed with sensation from every direction, her mind overloaded with the fact that this was even happening.

Matt moved away and she heard the rustle of the condom wrapper, so he was gloving up too. She gulped. Then the snick of the lid of the bottle opening and the squirt of the lube reached her ears. She tensed a little, unsure what to expect.

“Relax, babe,” Dylan said, his hands on her waist. “Relax.”

She nodded, watching his face, his beautiful eyes, his sexy mouth. And then Matt’s hand was on her back, pushing her forward, gently but firmly, and she went down onto Dylan, her breasts in his face.

But still Matt only played, his lubed up fingers teasing, sliding up and down the crease of her butt, between her cheeks, over them, teasing the sensitive spot where her butt met her thigh, delivering a couple more quick little taps, and heat simmered over her flesh. He leaned over her to kiss her back and drag his tongue up her spine. Her body wanted to push back at him, to arch her spine and thrust herself at him, and he gave a chuckle at her small efforts.

“Easy,” he murmured. “We want to take it easy, remember?”

But she wanted it now, dammit!

As Dylan lifted her up and down on his cock, Matt stroked between her butt cheeks again, but this time it wasn’t his finger, it was the much bigger, blunter head of his cock and she lost her breath again. He teased and played until she finally managed to grind out the words, “Just do it! Please!”

He laughed softly and Dylan’s mouth twitched too.

“Okay, candy girl.” He tucked the head of his cock against her anus, rubbed gently and then pushed inside. Fire ripped through her and her head went back.

“Christ!” she cried out.

He paused, his hand gently stroking her back. “Easy, honey. Relax. Don’t tighten up.”

“Oh sure.” She gritted her teeth.

“Seriously.” He hadn’t moved, but still rested inside her, stretching her with a fiery sensation. “Relax, baby. Relax.”

The stroke of his hands, the gentle words and the soft expression in Dylan’s eyes had the needed effect. She softened between them and Matt slipped farther inside her. Sweet dark ecstasy filled her. Matt’s groan sounded softly in her ears as his body pressed into hers, his hands on her hips, Dylan’s hands on her waist, holding her as he lifted his hips up into her. They both began to move in her, at first a little out of synch and she felt a little buffeted, but then they found a rhythm, moving at the same time, filling her with such exquisite completeness her entire body became a hot glow of sensation. Dylan nuzzled her breasts, sucked briefly on her nipples, sending ribbons of sensation straight to her womb.

“Okay, babe?” Dylan asked and she tried to focus on his face, her gaze blurry.

“Yes.” She moaned as they continued to move in her. Violent pleasure consumed her, a sharp forbidden thrill, a torturous ecstasy. Was she really doing this? Really?

Matt leaned farther over her, bracing one hand on the back of the couch as his movements deepened. He dragged his tongue over her shoulder and heat flashed through her veins, pleasure twisting low inside her.

“Oh God, I can’t believe this, can’t believe this,” she babbled, losing herself in the dark pleasure, the sweet pain. Stretched, full. On erotic overload.

“So tight,” Matt gritted out. “So sweet and tight and hot. Damn, Corey.”

She loved his words, loved that he was as turned on by this as she was.