As always, he knew best. They lay there, she perfectly still, even he barely moving, just the slow, persistent touch of his hands that became a kind of torture. He drew it out, an exquisite tension that induced a kind of sweet, peaceful orgasm. Then another, a stronger one that made her cry out. And finally, he gave her what she wanted, mounting her suddenly, filling her, thrusting into her, thrashing, until they were both frantic with need. Until they panted and groaned, clutched and clung, their bodies spasming, convulsing in overwhelming pleasure.
She dozed then, so very content in his arms.
Later, as dark came, they showered. He played with her there, touches, brushes, kisses that kept her stoked, but nothing that drove her over.
It was the same when they went out again. She put on her sexy green dress and her fuck-me heels, and they caught a cab downtown. He took her to a small, moody club with good food and a soulful blues singer.
They danced, and he continued that mild tantalizing sexual tease of hot looks, provocative touches, and discreetly grinding bodies.
There was sweet romance to it, spiced with the frank promise of another good fucking when they got home.
He watched her so carefully, so intently, she shook a bit in anticipation. He had a purpose. And he let her know it, let the suspense of it stimulate her.
In the cab home it was no holds barred. As soon as they were settled in that dark backseat, he turned to her. He held her with his heated gaze, his eyes flickering with determined intensity. Watching her, he matter-of-factly pushed his hand up her dress, slid her thong out of the way, and pressed a finger right onto her clit. With his other hand he grasped one nipple.
He just held there, with the slightest of strokes to her clit and pinches of her nipple. They were close, face-to-face, sharing the same breath. He watched, pleased, as her passion rose. As she had to bite her lip—a motion he seemed to find extremely captivating—to keep from moaning.
When they got to his house, he herded her up the stairs, his hand possessively on her ass. She expected she’d be pushed up against the door with a cock deep inside her the minute they were in his place.
What she didn’t expect was to see Matt sitting in the living room, watching a ball game.
* * * *
Matt stood as soon as the door opened, silently cussing that he’d been distracted by the game. If he’d heard them coming, he’d have been out of sight before now. As it was, he was stuck.
Stuck watching his best friend escort into the house the woman he wanted. The woman he longed for, as if that wasn’t entirely lame. As their eyes met, Jack nodded. Then he put his hand on Caroline’s shoulder and pulled her close.
Which was a marginal improvement, given that Matt was pretty sure that hand had been on her ass up until then.
He nodded back to Jack then looked at Caroline. She’d dressed up, and she was so fucking beautiful his eyes hurt.
He turned away. He switched off the TV and grabbed his empty beer bottle to toss. “Good night, then.” Without looking at them again, he walked toward his room.
“Matt, wait. Stay.”
He stopped at the hall, looking back over his shoulder.
Jack was looking at him but unbuttoning Caro’s coat, a flirty little swingy thing that showed a lot of leg. Her dress wasn’t even visible underneath it, so he guessed it must be wicked short.
And then it was visible, what there was of it. Jack had the coat off, and she stood there in her high heels and her very hot, very little dress. All inviting and unbelievably fuckable.
His inclination was to give Jack the finger and walk away.
But Jackson looked at him, and Matt knew he wanted him to stay. “She looks beautiful, doesn’t she?”
Matt nodded.
“You know what I’d like to see, Matt?”
“What?” He ground out the word. “What would you like to see?” You fucking idiot.
“I’d like to see how she looks with your tongue down her throat and your hands on her tits.”
Shit. His cock stirred, and there was no way his soft sweats would hide it. Fuck it, he thought, and turned around to face them. It’s not like anyone there didn’t already know he had a hard-on for her.
Caroline had started protesting. Jack shushed her and held her back close against his body when she tried to push away. He had his hands around her middle and his jaw pressed against her temple, keeping her head turned to face Matt.
“What the hell are you doing, Jack?”
“I know you want her.”
Caro hissed out Jack’s name and struggled against him. But Jack tightened his grip. He slid one hand up, nearly cupping her breast, and the other down, low on her belly. She gripped his forearms and whimpered out a little moan.
Matt walked closer, until he stood in front of Caro. She leaned back into Jack but kept her gaze on Matt. Her eyes were a bit wild, though he had to wonder if there wasn’t a little naked excitement in them.
“I do.” He lingered, looking at Caro, then raised his gaze to Jack’s. “Are you giving her up?”
Jack shook his head. “No.”
“You want her to choose, then?”
“No,” Jack said again. He kissed Caro’s hair, and Matt was sure there was love in the motion. “I mean, if she did. If you did, sweetheart.” He spoke to Caro. “If you wanted just one of us, you could decide that. Now, or at some point in the future.”
He moved his hand right over her breast, and Matt had to stifle the urge to punch him. He spoke into Caro’s ear, soft but unwavering. “But what I really want is for you to let us both love you, Caro.”
She arched against him, moaning. “Jack, no.”
“I think it’s already true, baby. I think we both love you.”
Jack hooked his fingers into the strapless top of her dress. Caro froze, whimpering again as he slid his fingers under her breast, pushing the dress down and lifting her breast out of it.
Matt’s dick throbbed. She was so beautiful, lush and full, the nipple hard and thrusting out.
He bit back a groan. “She’s not a whore, Jack.”
“No.” He slid his hand away from Caro’s breast, clearly offering Matt possession of it. “We love her.”
Matt couldn’t, wouldn’t say no to what Jack was offering. They might all be insane, but he couldn’t force himself to turn down this chance.
He lifted a hand to her face and put the other one over her breast, palming her. Her breath skittered out, an anxious, uncontrolled rasp accompanied by a tremor of her body. He leaned close, capturing and holding her gaze. “Caro,” he said, urgent. “I want to kiss you.” Again. And forever.
“Matthew,” she said with another fretful moan. “Jack.”
From behind, Jack soothed her. “It’s okay, baby.”
“Say yes, Caro,” Matt urged, his lips hovering just over hers. “Please say yes.”
He rubbed his palm over her breast, chafing that hard nipple. Her breath came out in a small shriek, and he knew he had her.
“Yes,” she cried. She slid one hand around his neck and brought him down.
He took her mouth, sinking in, groaning and reveling in the taste of her. She gave way, letting him take all.
Unable to resist, he grasped her nipple, rolling it between thumb and finger, tugging. She moaned in response, needy now. He tugged harder.
Jack encouraged her. “That’s it, sweetheart. Good girl. Good girl.”
Then he was encouraging Matt. “Touch her, Matt. Whatever you want. She’s yours.”
Matt lifted his head, looking first at Jack then at Caroline. Jack’s eyes were excited, deeply satisfied. Caroline’s were hazy with passion. She had one arm around Matt, but her other hand was at her side, twined with Jack’s.
He looked at those two hands for a long moment. He searched for feelings of resentment, jealousy, but they weren’t there. Instead, it felt right. In fact, it was a hell of a turn-on.
Jack was his best friend. And this woman was theirs.
“This,” he declared, his voice rough. “This is what she looks like with my tongue down her throat and my hands on her tits.”
She seemed to like it, and so did Jack. She moaned again, and Jack growled out in satisfaction.
“Touch her clit, Matt,” he said. “Stroke her. She needs to come.”
The bastard helped, sliding his free hand down her hip to the hem of that fuck-me dress and raising it up.
Matt got a glimpse of it then, her bare little pussy covered with just a swath of pink silk. He kept working one nipple, thumbing it and keeping her stoked, while he enjoyed the view. He used his other hand to finish the job of lifting her dress up almost to her waist.
He could smell her, the scent of her arousal, and knew she’d be wet when he touched her.
Impatient now, he slid his fingers into the thong and tugged it down toward her knees.
“Open your legs, Caro,” he said. “I want to see you.”
She followed his command, and he nearly crowed. He spared one quick glance at Jack, and they shared a moment of fucking jubilant male bonding. She was their woman. One fucking hot woman, and she was theirs.
Then he was all about enjoying her pussy.
She was sinful temptation—shaved smooth, her little pink clit hard and just peeking out from between the folds.
Watching the progress of his hand, he slid it down and put his middle finger right there, right on her clit.
She cried out, and he went back to watching her. He worked her clit, pushing in to gather some of the juice from her pussy, making her wail some more, then rubbing her. She gathered so quickly he wanted to crow. She was freaking incredibly responsive.
She had a constant moan going on now and was starting to shudder. He went in for more, taking her mouth again, bringing his chest hard against her one unattended tit. He finger fucked her deep a few strokes—tight, calling-out-for-his-dick pussy—then went back to her clit.
He gave her what she needed there, rubbing frantically. She started to buck, tearing her mouth away to accommodate the harsh, rapid breathing of her come. Jack had a free hand, and Matt suspected he was adding to her pleasure from behind. She cried out, a glorious sound, and humped herself against his fingers.
She found her completion, a long and loud orgasm that held a bit of helpless chagrin. He imagined she was wondering what her incredibly responsive body, her prodigious fuck eminence, had got her into.
Too damn bad. She was in it. And he, for one, wasn’t letting her out.
* * * *
“Let’s go to my bed, sweetheart. Matt needs to fuck you.”
There was truth to that. Caroline was amazed she was still standing after that brutal climax. But she remembered feeling Matt’s cock, that hard prodding as she rocked against him in orgasm.
Jack supported her, his arms wrapped around her. That was the only reason she hadn’t sunk to the floor in mortified prostration, Jezebel that she was. He held her still and was urging her now into a next, unthinkable act.
Could she do it?
How could she not?
It had felt so right. It was such a blessed relief to have Matt touching her—kissing and stroking, finger-fucking. And with Jack, God bless the crazy in that man, behind her, approving, urging her on, even adding to her come with that wicked finger at her ass.
She knew she’d fallen in love with Jack, knew it wasn’t right to be thinking of Matt, too, once he’d walked into that kitchen. The timing was the worst, and it was beyond her to reconcile her feelings.
Then he’d been there tonight, that bare brawny chest and his cock stirring eagerly in his soft sweatpants. She’d almost known what would happen from that first moment, from the instant when Jack had called for him to stay.
She’d recognized this was what Jack had been building to. That fuck last night when he’d pushed her to cry out, knowing Matt was there to hear. Those intense, expectant looks he’d given her all day. That titillating sex play in the cab.
The forced confession last night, admitting that she’d thought of Matt, and the way Jack hadn’t seemed disturbed by it. His words of love and his promise that they would talk about it this night.
Yes, she’d known what Jack intended the moment she saw Matt.
And she knew that she wanted it, that she would allow it to happen.
Hesitating now would be no more than a pretense.
The truth was, she wanted Matt to fuck her. She wanted Jack, too. She was going to love them both, and she wanted them both to have her.
To fuck her. There. That was the bald truth.
So when Jack told Matt to take her, and Matt opened his arms to her, she went into them. He lifted her, and she wrapped herself around him, moaning already at the exquisite pleasure of having his hard cock rubbing right against her pussy.
When he put his mouth to hers, she opened for him, taking him in.
He wouldn’t have to guess if she wanted him. He wouldn’t have to ask again.
Knowing, understanding, Matt took her response for what it was. “Caro. Caro.” He held her hard, rocking against her, making love to her mouth. Whispering love words, needy, wanting words.
He turned then and walked with her to that big bed in Jack’s room.
Caroline lifted her head, looking over Matt’s shoulder to where Jack stood. She reached out a hand, beckoning him to come.
He smiled—soft, both gentle and feral, in that way only Jack could do.
Happy, satisfied Jack.
Chapter Five
Matt set Caroline on her feet when he got to Jack’s bed. He held her head and kissed her once more. Then he lifted up to look at her. “I love you, Caroline,” he said. “I’ve waited for ten years to tell you that.”
Caroline closed her eyes and took that into her heart. Two tears slid down her cheeks, and Matt brushed them away with his thumbs.
Then he rubbed her lips, and she looked up at him. “I love you, Matthew.”
Jack had come to stand beside them. Realizing she owed the same words to him, she held out her hand. He took it, carrying it to his mouth for a kiss.
“I love you, too, Jack.”
He nodded. “I know, Caro.”
She smiled. Sweet and dom all at once.
He looked at Matt. “Fuck her, or I will.”
Okay. All dom.
Matt didn’t hesitate. He reached around her to slide down the zipper on her dress and peeled it away. He gave a hard suck to both her nipples as he bent to do it and pushed his sweats off at the same time. Then he lifted her onto the bed, and when he came down over her, the head of his cock was right at her opening.
He held himself above her on one elbow and used his other hand to direct his cock as he wanted. Rubbing it at her clit then her pussy, he groaned out his pleasure, very happy to be where he was. He pressed in just a little, stretching her around his substantial girth.
He was every bit as big as Jack was.
Staying there, he moved only the little bit that was driven by his throbbing pulse. He groaned again, a harsh sound of need and conquest, and pushed a little further. “Christ. She’s tight, Jack.”
Jack had come onto the bed with them. He held her hand tucked against his chest, had his other on her head, gripped into her hair. “Yeah. Her cunt is fucking heaven.”
Matt thrust in further on a groan. “I’m not going to be able to hold back.”
“She doesn’t need you to. Fuck her, man.”
“Caro,” Matt said. His gaze had held hers, even as he’d had that all-guy side conversation. “Caro, you feel so good.”
He pushed all the way into her, his hips opening her legs further, his cock stretching her wide. His eyes hooded. “So fucking good.”
He arched, bowing so he filled her with that l
ast millimeter. He took his hand now to her breast, palming it then coming up with the nipple between his thumb and fingers. He tugged, lifting the whole breast even as he rolled the nipple.
Caro moaned, tilting her pelvis to accept all of him. “Matt,” she whimpered, desperate. “Matthew. I need you. Love me. Fuck me.”
Still lifted over, watching her and working her breast, Matt drew himself back. He hovered there a long moment, just at the entrance to her pussy. Then he shoved back into her, thrusting her up the bed a bit, filling her hard. On a long, guttural groan, he let loose.
He fucked hard into her, long strokes, using his whole length, filling her fully with each thrust. He dropped his head, his mouth open in a grimace, his teeth grazing her shoulder. He tugged at her breast with the same rhythm he used to fuck her.
A harsh exhalation accompanied each stroke. Sometimes there was a word in it, her name or a rough, crude curse.
“Yes. Yes. More!” Caroline cried out. The deep, hard fucks, the breadth of him stretching her, the forceful tugs on her nipple—all of it was almost too much to bear.
Even so, she wanted, needed more. She dug her heels into the bed, lifting herself up against him, opening herself to him, to all he could give her. “Harder,” she urged. “Harder.”
Then she was blind with it, driven relentlessly to orgasm, pushed further even as she started to come. It wasn’t a moment but a process, a culmination that was a moving target, minutes of ever more intense, more wrenching pleasure. She keened with it, calling out Matt’s name as he fucked her harder yet, as his own feral growls of ecstasy added to the thrill. And Jack’s name as she gripped his hand, her one thin link to sanity.
Even Jack cried out in the end, the three of them connected, as Matt finished into her. She loved that moment, loved it. She held Jack’s hand, feeling his love, while Matt filled her body with his cum. The hot spurts of it warmed her, heart and soul.
She had them both. Her men.
She knew it would tear her apart to have to choose.
She would love them both. She would.
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