Incredibly, she felt her body respond as his cock reached every sensitive spot inside her. She looked up at him as he pushed her on, his features set and determined. And sexy. So sexy. She cried out softly, trying to ease some of the tension coiling inside her, but it was no use. This time she came with a shout.
“Yeah, baby. That’s right. Squeeze my cock with that gorgeous pussy.” His voice was hoarse, ragged. “Annie, I’m gonna come.” He slowed ever so slightly. One hard thrust, twice, three times.
Annie could feel his cock rippling inside her as he came. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. The reality of him had exceeded her wildest expectations.
Matt dropped his head to the crook of her neck, breathing hard, dripping sweat. “I wish I hadn’t waited so long for you.”
Me either. Wait. What? Matt has been thinking about this too? Annie laid a hand on his back and gulped in air. She tried to sort out in her mind how just a few moments ago this was all her crazy fantasy. Now she’d come twice for him, had taken his glorious body in hers. It was more than she could have ever wanted.
Chapter Two
What in the fuck had just happened? Matt had come home to find a red-haired Goldilocks in his bed, warm and wanting him. Annie Sloan, his friend and neighbor, and a woman he’d recently come to desire. A gift from above. He’d never had a woman come so easily to him. And that was saying a lot.
Still, he had expected a little give and take, a little yes and no. What he’d gotten from Annie was a lot of giving and yes, yes, yes. She’d surprised him and turned him the fuck on.
He was usually one to take his time with a woman. But once he’d had a taste of her pussy, had felt her fall apart around him, he was lost. Desperate to get inside her, he’d fucked her to within an inch of their lives. Mind-blowing.
That just did not happen to him.
“I can’t breathe,” Annie mumbled beneath him.
“Christ.” Matt pushed up onto straight arms. “Sorry, Annie. You wrecked me.”
“S’okay.” Her long bangs were plastered to her forehead but she still looked adorable.
“That was amazing, Annie.” He tenderly brushed her bangs off her forehead and bent down for a sweet kiss. “How’re you doing?”
A smile blossomed on her face, her eyelids half open. She wore the look of a well-satisfied woman. “I have to say I’m whipped. You’re right, it was amazing.”
Their lower bodies were stuck together with sweat and Matt gently pulled them apart. He rolled off the bed and stood, holding out a hand to her. “Come shower with me. Let’s get this sweat and airport grime off of us.”
Annie held up a limp arm in response.
With a growl, Matt used the last remains of his strength to scoop her up off the bed and carry her to the bathroom. He set her on her feet and turned on the faucet in the shower. Letting the water warm up, he ran his fingers through her hair, leaned in for another brief kiss.
She smiled. “I can’t believe I’m here with you.”
Matt returned her smile, feeling exactly the same way. He tested the water and gave Annie a hand into the shower. They stood under the spray and Matt kissed her again, dipping his tongue into her mouth for a leisurely taste. When he was out of air, he grabbed the soap and washcloth, scrubbing them both clean and mostly behaving himself. He wasn’t much for screwing in the shower. Too dangerous.
Back in his bedroom, he pulled on a clean pair of boxer briefs. When Annie reached for her clothes, he stopped her. “Let me get a clean T-shirt for you. I like how you look in my clothes.”
Annie pulled the shirt on and posed for him.
“Nice,” he said. Matt especially liked the way the hem barely covered her ass. He held out his hand. “C’mon. I’m hungry.”
Instead of taking his hand, she reached for her panties.
Again he stopped her. “You aren’t going to be needing those.” He waggled his eyebrows at her, thinking about how Peter was going to respond when he saw her. And thinking about how she was going to respond when she saw Peter.
For just a moment, he had second thoughts about the three-way. Matt had never been a possessive guy but he wouldn’t have minded a little more alone time with Annie. Whatever. He’d let things play out the way they would. He’d be happy if Annie was happy. Whoa. Wherehad that come from?
She walked ahead of him down the hall and he took in the glorious sight of her long legs. “So do you even have any food here?”
“Ah, I could probably scare up a frozen pizza.”
“That’s right. You don’t know how to cook.” She whirled around and placed her hands on his shoulders. Her voice was low when she spoke. “I could teach you.” Her lips brushed his lightly.
“I imagine there’s a lot you could teach me.” He caressed her hips through the thin T-shirt material.
“I would say that’s highly unlikely.” She leaned in for another kiss, then pulled back and held out her hand. “C’mon. Let’s go see about that pizza.”
In the kitchen, Matt started the oven and grabbed a pizza out of the freezer. He could see Annie following every move he made.
“Huh,” she said. “Do you hear that? Is your television on?”
Matt shrugged. “Maybe.” Apparently Peter was around the corner in the main room watching TV. Here goes nothing.
Matt wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her as he back-stepped her out of the kitchen. He tugged her to a stop as they reached the living area, her back to it. With a moan, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, kissing her senseless. He was so into the kiss, he almost didn’t hear Peter when he spoke.
“Mmm, mmm. Ain’t that a sexy sight?”
Annie ended the kiss, gasping. She clutched Matt’s biceps and tried to turn to look at Peter.
Matt held her tight at the waist with one arm, cupping her cheek with his free hand. “It’s just Peter,” he murmured, covering her beautiful lips with his own. After a moment, she kissed him back. He poured everything he had into the kiss, trying to distract her from the fact that another man was watching them, but mostly because he wanted to kiss her silly.
Grasping her shirt, he gathered it in his fist. As short as the shirt was, the maneuver was undoubtedly giving Peter a nice peek at Annie’s ass. Matt’s cock sprang to life at the thought.
“Matt.” Annie pushed away and disentangled herself, pulling her shirt down. Her face was flushed with passion and probably embarrassment.
Matt thought he saw a mixture of desire, anger and confusion in her flashing green eyes. This was the turning point in the evening—what happened in the next few moments would determine whether the three-way was on. If he knew women, and he was quite sure he did, he and Peter had this in the bag. If he was wrong, well, he hoped Annie wouldn’t be too angry with him.
“Annie.” Matt took her hand in his, behaving as if it were perfectly normal for him to fuck a woman while his friend sat yards away watching his television. That it was perfectly normal for him to bring her out to meet his friend while she wore nothing but a skimpy, threadbare T-shirt. “You remember Peter Nash, don’t you?”
Annie gave him a long look, the uncertainty slowly fading. Taking a deep breath, she smiled and turned to Peter, who was comfortably seated in a recliner. “Yes, of course. How are you?”
“Not as good as you, I expect.” Ever the social cripple, Peter remained seated and gave Annie a slow and thorough up-down. His lip curled up. “But I’m better now.”
Annie moved closer to Matt and he wrapped his arm around her waist. Behind him the oven “dinged”, signaling that it was preheated. “Can I get you a drink?” Matt asked her.
“Just water.”
“Coming up.” Matt kissed her again, unable to resist running his hands down her back to cup her ass. She didn’t push him away, instead leaning into him. The evening was looking up, if that was possible. He released her, relishing the lust in her eyes, the winsome smile on her beautiful lips. Damn. He was aching for her again.
“I’ll ta
ke a beer,” Peter called to him, focused on the television.
Matt rubbed his thumb over Annie’s lower lip before smiling and leaving her with Peter.
Annie watched Matt retreat to the kitchen. For a moment she was fixed in her spot, still though her insides were churning. Not only had she just had phenomenal sex with Matt Howard, but it looked as if her fantasy of being with both men might be turning into a reality. She didn’t know whether to jump for joy or faint from anticipation.
“Nice shirt.” Peter gazed at her intently, a small smile finally gracing his lips.
“What? This old thing?” She waved it off, moving past him to sit on the couch. Tugging the shirt down under her butt, she crossed her legs, careful not to flash him. She stifled a laugh at that—maybe the right play here was to flash him. But she forgave herself for not knowing the proper protocol in this particular situation.
“So what the hell did Matt do to you to get you to howl like that?” Peter didn’t look at her when he asked.
“Excuse me? Howl?” She tried to sound indignant, even though she was quite sure his description was spot-on.
Peter snorted out a laugh.
“You should know, Peter. After all, you’re familiar with his technique, aren’t you?”
His head snapped in her direction, the surprise on his face dissolving into a big shit-eating grin. He said nothing, just nodded slowly and turned his attention back to the television.
Matt returned with two beers and a bottle of water, handing one of the beers to Peter before sitting next to Annie. Her flesh tingled where their bodies touched. She drummed her fingers on her bare thighs to keep her hands occupied when all she wanted to do was jump him.
While the men talked and cursed about the football game on the television, it was only background noise for her. How could they be so casual? So normal? So seemingly unaffected?
As for herself, she was hyperaware. Matt wore only his boxers, leaving the rest of his magnificent flesh on display, and she felt incredibly exposed in just a T-shirt. It was ridiculous. It was incredibly hot. It was surreal.
She ate a piece of pizza, not even tasting it though the water she chased it with was cold and refreshing. Every now and then Matt touched her—stroking her thigh, holding her hand. When the game was over, Peter shut off the television and left them, saying he was going to clean up. Matt took the opportunity to cup her cheek and kiss her, his tongue delving deeply. She eagerly kissed him back, not ever wanting it to end, though she was desperate to get some kind of read from him.
Is he even going to ask me if this is okay? Will they just start in on me and leave it to me to accept or refuse? Or maybe she was misreading the entire situation. Maybe Peter was going to leave the two of them alone.
She had mixed feelings about that. The two men had haunted her dreams, leaving her to wake up with a pounding heart and wet pussy. She was more than ready to see that dream come true. But Matt was more real to her, a man she could share something with, be with.
Stop. Don’t overthink it. Either way was a win for her. Right?
“Damn, Annie,” Matt whispered as he licked her neck.
“I know.” Her flesh burned as he stroked her hip and reached under her shirt to cup her bare ass.
“I want you so fucking bad.” His mouth closed over her nipple, his breath hot through her shirt.
Annie clutched at him, couldn’t get close enough. She’d known Matt for over a year, had lusted after him from afar. Until today, being with him had been a sweet fantasy, always just a little out of her reach.
Now she was in his arms. They’d been together in the most intimate way and she was dying for more. It was as if a switch had been turned on and now she would never be able to have enough of him. Careful, Annie.
She moved over him, straddling him and sitting on his lap. “I want you too.” She clasped his head to her breast, feeling the tug of his teeth on her nipple deep in her belly. Annie rubbed her pussy over the soft fabric of his briefs and his cock grew hard and long beneath her.
Matt pushed his hands beneath her T-shirt and raised it up over her head, tossing it aside and leaving her completely naked. “You’re so beautiful, Annie.” He cupped her breasts, squeezing and kissing and licking and sucking.
It felt so damn good. In the back of her mind she realized that Peter was somewhere in the apartment but she didn’t care. Right then, her heart and mind were full of Matt Howard and that was all that mattered.
She pulled his head up and away from her breasts, planting her lips on his and licking his mouth open, exploring with her tongue. His cock felt like a huge lead pipe beneath her swiveling hips and she was desperate to have it inside her.
“Fuck, Annie.” His voice was ragged. “You gotta stop or I’m gonna come.”
Smiling at him, she rose to her knees. “We don’t want that to happen, do we? You gotta save it for me.” Where this vampy side of her was coming from she had no idea. She gasped when Matt plunged his fingers inside her.
“So wet, Annie. You want me.” Two long fingers rubbed her sensitive pussy while his thumb played havoc with her clit. “Let’s see if we can get you even wetter.” The sound of him playing with her wet flesh was conspicuously loud. And erotic.
“I can smell your cunt all the way over here.” Peter’s voice was soft but bold. It sent chills down Annie’s spine.
She looked down at Matt, who was studying her carefully. Annie knew that she could put a halt to this and neither of the men would hold it against her, but she had no desire to put a halt to it. In fact, until that very moment she’d had no idea how badly she did want it. She smiled at Matt.
Matt smiled back and called across the room to Peter, “Why don’t you come taste it? I can tell you, her pussy is really sweet.” He winked at Annie.
Before she could even take a breath, Peter’s hands were on her. “Damn, I love redheaded women.” He wrapped his arms around her from behind, cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. “Great tits,” he murmured in her ear.
His touch was so different from Matt’s—rough, almost impersonal. And she was shocked at how much she loved it. Matt moved out from under her and scooted to the end of the couch, his cock testing the seams of his boxers.
Peter reached between her thighs, slipped his fingers into her wet folds. “You got her all hot and bothered, bro.”
Annie dropped her head back against Peter’s bare chest, ready for anything. She wasn’t disappointed. He reached around to her front, grasping a breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple until it burned. He slid his other hand down her belly and cupped her mound, penetrating her again with his fingers. “I usually like a bare pussy,” he said. “But I have to admit that red hair down there is dead sexy.”
“Mmm.” Annie rotated her hips on his hand, delighted by Matt’s reaction. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“Here’s how it’s gonna go, Annie,” Peter said. “I want you on all fours with your ass high up in the air. I’m gonna eat your pussy while you suck Mattie’s cock, okay?”
The very idea had her breathless. She couldn’t speak.
“Annie.” Peter pinched her breast again. “Tell me what’s gonna happen.”
“I’m on all fours.” She dropped down and looked back over her shoulder at him. “Ass high in the air. You’re gonna eat my pussy while I suck Mattie’s cock.” Satisfied by the look of lust in Peter’s eyes, she turned around to grin at Matt.
“Good girl.” Peter swatted her on the ass.
Chapter Three
Annie saw Matt shoot a look at Peter. She was on all fours, her back arched, beyond ready for some hard male flesh.
“Annie,” Peter said. “Matt’s worried that I’m hurting you. Are you okay with how I’m touching you?”
She nodded, earned another light swat on the ass. “Ye-es,” she said. “I’m okay with it.” She licked her lips as Matt removed his shorts. Bending over his pulsing cock, she made certain to keep her ass up high.
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��Suck me, Annie.” Matt held his cock for her. “Take my cock in that beautiful mouth.”
After their shower he tasted soapy clean. She ran her tongue along the length of his cock, swirling it around the tip before swallowing him deep.
“Fuck, yeah. That’s great.” Matt kept his eyes glued to her mouth, her lips.
Behind her, Peter kneed her legs farther apart and then sat between them. “Damn, look at that pussy—all red and juicy, begging to be licked.” His palms were hot on her butt cheeks as he spread them wide, leaving her incredibly exposed.
Annie could feel his breath hot on her pussy lips. Come on. Eat me. She pushed her hips back slightly, giving him a not-so-subtle hint. Bad move. Peter bit into the flesh of her ass. She moaned around Matt’s cock.
“God, Annie,” Matt said, “do that again.”
Eager to please, she hummed and moaned for Matt just as Peter put his mouth on her. It was amazing. She was overwhelmed by sensation, by hard male flesh. Peter ate her almost with aggression, his tongue and lips loud as he kissed and licked and sucked on her pussy and clit.
Matt gently grasped the back of her head, directing her to the tempo he needed. Intoxicated by him, his taste, his scent, she eagerly complied. Waves of pleasure swirled in her cunt as Peter urged her higher with every flick of his tongue.
“Damn, Annie.” Matt’s voice was hoarse. “I’m gonna come.”
Tearing his lips from her body, Peter said, “Swallow his come. Every drop.”
She had no intention of doing anything else. Matt exploded in her mouth, coming in spurt after spurt. She swallowed it all, sucked him until he couldn’t take any more. Now she just needed some relief. She pushed up to straight arms, keeping her back arched as deeply as she could. Peter fucked her with his fingers, two, then three.
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