by Vivian Arend
The lone downfall to the rest of his cool, debonair appearance—Matt had rolled up his sleeves. Just like that, Erin got entangled in staring at his forearms and hands—and wasn’t that just wrong, to be turned on by the sight of strong forearms with their dusting of hair?
Matt strode across the room, unaware she was sexually objectifying his arms.
“Did you have enough to eat?” he asked, coming to a stop by her feet.
She pulled on her best manners, hoping that her strange, instant attraction to the man hadn’t made her drool. It had to be the vibrator turning everything around her into one giant aphrodisiac. “Dinner was incredible. Thank you for your hospitality.”
Their host dragged a hand through his hair, and Erin smiled. She’d guessed that part right—the gesture was obviously a habit with him, and totally explained the ends standing every which way as he twisted to the sideboard. “And that’s enough politeness for one night. Relax, make yourself comfortable. What are you having in your coffee, or with your coffee? I saw Jason in the hall and he’s bringing in some ghastly sweet thing made of chocolate and whipped cream in a minute.”
Erin opened her mouth to answer.
Tim adjusted the speed on the vibrator and instead of air going out she gasped, fingers tightening on his. She coughed lightly to cover her tracks, then tore her gaze off Tim’s grinning face to look into Matt’s questioning expression.
“Pour us all brandies,” Tim suggested, his tone just shy of an order.
Matt hesitated. He glanced between Erin and Tim, and his smile widened.
Whatever secret codes the guys had going, Erin hadn’t missed the crystal-clear message—Matt wasn’t the least surprised by Tim taking charge in his home, and more than that, Matt didn’t seem to mind one bit.
There was no mistaking the increased heat in his tone as he moved to comply. “Stay where you are. I’ll bring them to you.”
“Erin will help.” Tim urged her forward, his hand resting intimately on her lower back. He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I’m glad you like Matt. He seems to like you as well. Perhaps we need to explore this a little. Yes?”
He pushed her toward the sideboard.
Sweet mercy, she was going to die. Erin worked on her breathing as Tim reclined on the couch and proceeded to torment her with the damn remote control.
What did he mean, explore?
He didn’t give her time to adjust. Matt asked some innocent question, and Tim flipped the vibrator to an uneven pulse. She answered, unable to keep her words from trembling.
Matt held out a goblet filled with gold liquid, wrapping her fingers around the glass. “Let your body heat warm the brandy. That’s the best way.”
His strong hands lingered on hers as he waited for her to take hold. Erin checked over her shoulder, but Tim was still smiling as he observed. Matt held out a second glass and Erin reached for it.
The pulse between her legs bounded to high as Tim changed vibrator speeds again, and a moan ripped free from her lips, a quiver rocking her. The brandy shook, sloshing over the edge onto her and Matt’s fingers. Cool liquid over heated flesh.
“Now you’ve got the brandy at true body temperature,” Tim teased. Then his words turned husky, much lower than usual. “Matt, don’t let it go to waste.”
Erin froze, then let the wildfire racing over her burn. Tim was in charge, and while this wasn’t what she would have picked—hell, yeah.
Matt lifted her hand and while they both still held the glass, he slowly licked the brandy clean. Silvery grey eyes stared into hers as his tongue stroked the sensitive area between her fingers.
Decadence. Animal attraction. She wasn’t sure if she was turned on because Tim had started her motor ages ago, or if the lure of the supposedly forbidden was going to destroy her right where she stood.
Matt hummed happily as he sucked her fingers clean one at a time. Heat rolled from his body, his broad shoulders shifting slightly as he turned her toward Tim.
“Don’t forget you have a glass in the other hand as well,” Matt warned. “Or perhaps, do forget. If you spill more, I’m willing to help clean up. Any time. Anywhere.”
Tim sprawled on the couch, the heavy bulge at his groin far too obvious as Erin found her footing and stumbled across the short distance between them. Any sense of knowing what was going on had vanished completely, and she waited, nearly breathless, to find out what would happen next.
* * *
Every step forward they took just encouraged him to go faster. Tim had planned to keep things slow to avoid going into overload, but Erin had not only taken his simple commands in stride, she was blossoming.
With Matt a willing participant, the possibilities for the next two days were endless.
But first, Tim would stick to his original plans for the evening.
Erin passed him his drink and settled gingerly beside him. He’d turned the vibrator down again, but not off, and as her ass met the couch she made another one of those noises that melted his spine.
“Feel free to put your feet on the couch. We don’t stand on ceremony around here.” Matt proved his point by sitting opposite them, kicking off his shoes before stretching his long limbs over the leather surface. “Tim, you said you and Erin work together. I guess this means you’re not available to go scuba diving with me in a month?”
“Probably not.” Tim eased Erin against his chest and stroked her hair softly. “I’ll need a little more warning for tropical getaways, but I have found a great place for a future whitewater trip if you’re game.”
“Awesome.” Matt sipped his brandy, then turned his gaze on Erin. “Your boyfriend is the source of endless hours of entertainment.”
Her low chuckle carried one-hundred-percent Erin attitude. “So I’m learning.”
That remark earned her a click on the remote control. He turned the vibrator to medium, a steady pulse that should have made her clit ache. He lifted her chin with a finger and kissed her, ignoring Matt, ignoring everything but her soft lips. She sighed as his tongue slipped into her mouth, and he tasted the sweet brandy she’d sipped only a moment earlier.
He caught her lower lip in his teeth briefly before easing back, staring into her eyes. “Entertainment. Pleasure. There’s so much to experience.”
She watched him carefully, as if eager to see what he would ask of her next. He stroked her cheek. “Soon,” he whispered.
“You’re killing me. I need . . . more.” She spoke softly as well, but when they turned back to the center of the room, Matt’s eyes were lust-filled and his gaze roamed freely over Erin.
Admiring. Wanting.
Tim deliberately took the conversation to general topics for a while. Dessert and coffee arrived as they discussed what there was to do in the area. How Matt had been keeping himself busy. All the while Erin tried to appear interested, but the constant squirming was a giveaway her mind wasn’t on the conversation.
Matt had just finished a story when Tim chose to move. “Would you excuse us? Erin hasn’t seen the view from the observation deck yet.”
“Take your time. The light switches for the gardens are on the south wall.” Matt swirled his brandy. “I’ll just top this up.”
Erin held Tim’s fingers tight enough to make them go numb as he led her around the corner and onto the deck he’d discovered earlier while she’d showered.
“Observation deck in the dead of winter?” Erin asked. “It’s going to be cold,” she warned.
“Not this one.” Tim closed the door behind them and flipped on all the feature lights, showcasing an enormous landscaped path system below the house. He left on only one of the dim overhead lights in their area, moving her to the side so they stood half in the shadows, but still visible.
If someone knew where to look.
“Ahh, a closed-in sunroom. Very pretty. It’s . . . oh.” Erin clutched the window frame. “That damn vibrator. I hope you’re having fun.”
“Not as much fun as I will be in a moment.
” Tim stepped behind her and fisted the fabric of her skirt, shoving it over her hips as he pushed between her shoulders and positioned her to his liking. “Keep your hands on the sill.”
Erin glanced back, her gaze darting down to his hands as he tore open his fly and pulled his cock free. “Seriously?”
“Very.” Tim slipped his fingers along her sex. “Jeez, you’re wet. Now I don’t know if I want to fuck you or lick you clean.”
Erin squeezed her lips together as if not wanting to influence his decision, but with her bare ass presented to him, there really was no better choice. He lined up his cock and thrust.
She cried out, but pressed back to meet him as he withdrew and thrust again. “Oh my God, do you feel that?” she asked.
He’d turned the vibrator to high and while it added some sensation for him, it was obviously much more for her. “Hitting your G-spot, is it? I just feel your tight, wet cunt squeezing me.” He reached one arm around her waist and the other under her thigh, and pulled her upright, fucking into her body with short, hard strokes. Erin reached up and hooked an arm around his neck, her breath escaping in passionate moans and little pants.
It wasn’t just the vibrator that had gotten her so wet, and Tim knew it. “Did you like it when Matt licked your fingers? So dirty, right out there in front of me. Another man touching you—that get you hot?”
“Yes.” Erin confessed. She protested as he slowed his strokes, switching to long, full plunges as deep as he could go. “But only because you were there,” she added.
Her honesty floored him, and cheered him on. “You get off on being touched when I can see. Trying to drive me mad, kitten?”
“You enjoyed it, too,” she whispered. “You like seeing me turned on, no matter who gets me going.”
“Guilty. It’s pleasure, and I want it for you.” Tim twisted them slightly, pausing with his cock just clinging to her passage. “Desire comes in all sorts of packages. Who are we to say what is right and what is wrong? Would you deny yourself pleasure because someone else says it’s not proper?”
“My life. My body,” Erin stated clearly, and Tim wanted to roar in approval.
Instead he twisted her face toward him until he could take her lips with a hot and heavy kiss. Possessive, and being possessed all at one time. He shoved a hand under her top and ripped up her bra so he could grasp one firm breast. She squirmed, fighting to get his cock deeper inside.
When they broke apart for much-needed air, Tim smiled and spoke softly. “When I bend you over again, look at the windows on the right. You can see our reflection. Watch me fucking you, loving everything about you.”
Erin’s pupils grew wider. “Windows?”
“Yes.” He flipped her back into position and leaned her over, pulling back on her hair slightly to make sure she was looking in the right direction. “The windows of the living area where we were sitting a few minutes ago.”
He powered into her body, her passage tighter than ever as she noticed what he’d seen the entire time. Their reflection was there, that was true, but if you looked through the window you could clearly see into the room. A dim light in the distance revealed Matt, legs stretched out on the couch as he sipped his refilled brandy. His gaze fixed on their location on the equally dimly lit deck.
“Oh, fuck. That’s Matt. He’s . . .” Erin shuddered, then rocked her hips back, driving Tim’s cock deeper.
“Yes, he’s watching”—Tim thrust again—“wishing this were his cock”—another thrust—“feeling your passion”—another—“fucking you hard.”
Erin moaned, her knuckles gone white on the ledge she clung to. “Yes.”
“But you’re mine,” Tim warned. “Even if others watch. Even if they touch, it’s because they’re a part of me. Because I give you to them for that time only. But you’re mine, not theirs.”
She was shaking now, the vibrator pulsing against her clit. Tim clutched her hips and fucked her relentlessly, deep and hard until she screamed, her body jerking so violently he nearly slipped out.
He instantly turned off the control, slamming in for the final few strokes it took to trigger his release after holding back for so long. He fucked her through her orgasm, through his, prolonging the waves of pleasure rippling through her. Dragging more from himself than he’d thought possible.
Sheer decadent pleasure driving them both beyond the limits.
Good thing his tastes ran to being watched as well, and Matt certainly had never complained before.
Erin moaned as he pulled her upright, his cock slipping free. Moisture met his groin as he held her to him, his semen and her wetness escaping to trickle down her legs. Still he supported her until their breathing calmed.
He turned her to face him, examining her carefully for any sign their little romp had been more than she wanted. All he saw was happy, sated contentment.
Then she cupped her hands around his face and kissed him. A full-on, breathtaking, soul-shattering kiss that left him reeling as hard as his entire climax moments earlier.
CHAPTER 16
The second full morning of their time off began with the sun streaming over the bed, the curtains at the window wide open. Erin rolled over to discover she was alone.
A quick examination of the room didn’t turn up any signs of Tim, so she crashed back into the pillows and wallowed in the unfamiliar luxury of sleeping in.
Last night had been one of the best sleeps she’d ever had.
After their explosive adventure in the sunroom, she’d expected to have to face Matt, but the living room had been empty when they returned, and Tim had whooshed her back to their rooms and basically put her to bed.
She’d been fine with it. Fine with all of it. Talking through the adventure right away would have ruined the intoxicating buzz rushing through her veins. Settling into Tim’s arms for the night had been the perfect end to the most unusual day. And the unusual would continue today.
He’d asked for one day, but there was nothing to change her mind about wanting him to keep going. Not really. Last night had been so far up the scale of what turned her on that another pulse of desire struck just thinking about it.
Okay—maybe there was one thing to discuss. In all their playing years ago, the one thing that they’d never done was include anyone else in the picture.
Matt changed things.
If she was going to be honest with herself, the idea of fooling around with Tim and Matt did crazy things to her brain. Sex was pleasurable, but she could only imagine what it would be like to have two men focused entirely on making her feel good. Remembering the hot slick of Matt’s tongue over her fingers made her shiver and think good was far too insignificant a word.
Tim appeared out of the bathroom, strolling slowly toward her with nothing but a towel wrapped low around his hips, and she wasn’t thinking anything anymore but damn.
He paused in the middle of rubbing his hair dry. “You hungry?”
She licked her lips, deliberately looking him over.
A short burst of laughter escaped. “Insatiable.”
“You know it.” She hesitated for a moment. “So, about last night.”
Tim raised a brow. “I say insatiable, and it reminds you of last night. I like the way those topics connect in your brain.”
She took a mock swing at him, and they ended up back on the bed, play wrestling for control. Erin played dirty, and Tim must have let her win, because she ended up on top of him in the reverse position from where they’d been earlier.
Somehow the towel had been lost in their struggles. Strange.
Erin rested her hands on his abdomen and enjoyed playing lightly with the treasure trail under her fingers. “All kidding aside, I’ll tell you straight out. Nothing about last night upset me. It was hotter than hell, and I’m game for the rest of the trip to be on your call.”
His eyes flashed as he ran his hands from her hips to her waist. “Thank you for sharing that. I promise whatever we do will be with your pleasure in m
ind.”
She nodded. “I trust you.”
Quiet descended on them, the only sound their soft breathing. Erin’s mind raced as she tried to imagine everything Tim would lead them into.
A gentle brush over her cheek brought her back from her mental ramblings. Tim had curled himself up and was staring intently into her face. “You’re so far away. Stop thinking so hard about it all. It’s not that difficult, kitten. Just enjoy yourself.”
She nodded. Took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “You’re right.”
“Of course I am.’
A laugh escaped and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely.
Tim gave her nose a tweak. “Come on. Breakfast awaits.”
Matt waved hello as they entered the room, but other than gesturing to the table he didn’t say a word, his attention pinned to the computer tablet sitting beside his plate.
Guilt hit Erin briefly. “I should check my e-mail.”
Tim made a rude noise.
She snorted. “You should check your e-mail as well. Bastard.”
He held a hand up by his ear. “What’s that? You’re mumbling. I think you said something about bastards, though—that sounded familiar.”
“What if you’re the missing heir to the throne of some tiny nation you’ve never heard of, and they’re desperately trying to track you down to crown you?”
“More likely find a bunch of Viagra offers, which I don’t need.”
He leered at her, and Erin laughed.
Jason stepped into the room, coffeepot in hand. “If there’s anything you need from the kitchen, let me know. The chef is making a cold lunch, and he’s taking requests for dinner as well.”
“God, I like how rich people live.” Tim held out a chair for Erin. “I like how I live when I’m with them.”
“Tim,” Erin scolded.
“What? Matt knows he’s loaded. It’s not really a secret.” Tim pulled his cup forward for Jason. “And I have no requests—let the chef do his magic and surprise me.”