by Eden Bradley
Matteo was massaging her head with his fingers, moving his hips in a gentle rhythm. She could hear his breathy moans, could feel his cock pulsing beneath her tongue. Felt the sensuality and the power of desire, reflected, multiplied.
“Ah, that’s it, my girl,” Jared murmured.
He loved seeing her like this, her long hair like cornsilk flowing over her back. And Matteo’s parted lips, his panting breath, his slender hips arching. He knew exactly the taste of him, the way his cock would feel. He knew how much he loved getting head.
His own cock jumped, filled, ached as he watched. He reached down to stroke it, but it was too sensitive. He didn’t want to let himself come. Not yet.
He leaned down to pull a string of condoms from the pocket of his discarded jeans, tore one open and sheathed himself. Then he wrapped his hands around Leigh’s waist. Her skin was so damn soft, and her waist so small. Despite her height she felt delicate to him. Feminine.
Have to be inside her. Now.
“Up on your knees, Leigh. Yes, that’s it. Good. Now spread for me, girl.”
She did as he asked, her ass gorgeously curved, the skin smooth, tempting. He gave her a small slap, felt her jump. But she didn’t stop sucking Matteo’s cock for one moment. Instead, she surged back, into his touch. He gave her another smack, a bit harder this time, and she moaned quietly. He looked up, caught Matteo’s glazed gaze.
“She likes it.”
“Yes,” Matteo gasped.
“You like her sucking you, don’t you?”
“She’s good. Her mouth is…so good.”
“I’m going to fuck her, Matteo. I want you to watch.”
“Yes…”
He kept his gaze on his lover’s as he parted Leigh’s thighs with his hands, used his fingers to open her pussy lips. Her cleft was soaking wet, waiting for him. He slid right in.
“Mmm…” Leigh’s voice was muffled by Matteo’s cock, but he heard her pleasure, felt it in the tightening of her pussy around him like some sleek glove.
He began to move, pushing into her, deeper and deeper. She pushed back against him, taking him in. Pleasure was like a wave, coming down on him, nearly drowning him, then receding as he pulled almost all the way out, only the head of his cock resting inside her. Another wave as he drove back in, hard, shoving her entire body forward, and Matteo groaned.
“Harder,” Jared said. “Suck him hard, our beautiful girl, while I fuck you.”
She was so damn tight inside, tight and hot. And she was really working Matteo with her mouth, swallowing him. Matteo’s eyes were closing, his face loose with pleasure. He was panting. Moaning. His hips thrusting. His cheeks, his chest, were flushed pink. Jared knew he was close to coming. He reached out and twisted one of his hard, dark nipples between his fingers.
“Ah…”
“Not yet, Matteo. Wait for me,” he ordered.
“Oh, you torture me, Jared.”
“But you love it.”
“I do.”
Jared buried his hand in Leigh’s silky blonde hair, finding Matteo’s fingers there, twining them in his own. They held onto each other, held onto her, as Jared began to pump. Sharp thrusts, driving his cock deep, while Leigh surged beneath him, taking it, moaning around Matteo’s cock. They were all one body, writhing and melding and pleasure flowing like Leigh’s beautifully wet pussy. Like his come was about to as he pumped into her.
With his other hand he reached under her and pinched her clit, and she came, her walls gripping him, wet and silky and so damn tight. It was too good. Too much.
“Gonna come,” he told them, his breathing ragged.
“Yes!” Matteo was breathless, his head falling back.
He watched Matteo shudder, his hips pistoning into Leigh’s mouth. She was still coming, her pussy tighter and tighter. Jared shivered as pleasure overtook him, spiraled. He cried out, shook all over, slammed into her.
Matteo fell back first onto the sofa, his head lolling back on the cushions. He still had one hand in Leigh’s long hair. Leigh fell forward into Matteo’s arms as Jared pulled out of her. He could barely breathe he’d come so hard. Something about Leigh and Matteo, the combination, was hotter even than either of them by themselves. He loved simply watching them now, all loose limbs, touching each other. He rid himself of the condom, twisting it up and dropping it onto his jeans on the floor, then he leaned over and smoothed his hand over Matteo’s strong shoulder. Matteo opened his eyes long enough to smile at him. Jared took Leigh from him, pulling her into his lap, simply wanting her there, needing to touch her. Needing to.
What the hell is that about?
But he was too tired, too sated, to figure it out. All he really knew was that it felt damn good. Matteo and Leigh.
Leigh.
He couldn’t figure it out. He wasn’t sure he really wanted to. He was a live-in-the-moment kind of guy, anyway. He was good at that. And this moment was spectacular. Nothing else needed to matter.
But it did.
No.
He sighed as Leigh curled into him, her cheek pressed against his chest, one hand holding Matteo’s. His chest surged, his heart beating.
It did matter, damn it.
Damn it.
Half an hour later they were all upstairs in the big bed, and Jared had convinced himself that everything was fine. That he could handle this. That Leigh was no different from any other woman. Half convinced, anyway.
He looked at her long, lithe body in the bed between himself and Matteo. Then at Matteo’s graceful body, laid out like some sort of exotic prince. They’d been together, in their own way, for years. And it worked perfectly. Maybe there was some way for Leigh to be with them, as well. Just as she was. No strings, nothing that intense. Just the ease of friendly sex with people he liked. People he cared about.
He did care for them both. Nothing wrong with that.
Matteo reached out and pressed a finger between Jared’s brows, making him smile.
“What was that about?” Jared asked him.
“You’re thinking.”
“I tend to do that now and then.”
“Too much, by the looks of it. I have a good cure for that.”
“Do you?”
“Yeah. Let’s fuck Leigh again.”
She’d been watching the exchange quietly, but she laughed now.
“It’s like living with a pair of satyrs.”
Live with them…
No. Don’t be ridiculous.
He suppressed the surge in his chest. Instead, he slipped his hand between Leigh’s thighs, found her wet. “I think you like Matteo’s ideas.”
“I do. But what I’d really love is to see you two together.”
He glanced at Matteo, found him grinning and stroking his long cock.
“Come here and suck me, boy,” Jared demanded.
Matteo grinned and climbed over Leigh, straddled her prone body, leaned down and took Jared’s cock between his plush lips.
“Ah, nice…”
Leigh’s body surged, desire pouring through her as she watched. She had never seen anything so hot in her life—Matteo sucking Jared’s cock into his beautiful mouth, then letting it slip out, wet with his saliva. She reached out, touched Matteo’s cheek, and Jared took her hand in his.
“Wrap your fingers around the base of my cock. Yes, that’s it.”
His hips were pumping, and his cock was rock-hard. Matteo’s lips were soft against her hand as they slipped down Jared’s shaft.
“Christ,” Jared moaned. “I need to fuck someone.”
Matteo looked up, let his cock slip from his mouth, nodded his head. And before Leigh could really figure out what was happening, Jared and Matteo had rearranged them all, so that she was lying at the bottom edge of the bed, her legs wrapped around Matteo’s slim waist as he bent over her. Jared was behind him, smoothing a condom over Matteo’s rigid cock. She was shaking, waiting.
Matteo held onto her thighs as he moved against her, the tip of his e
rection resting at her opening. “Beautiful girl,” he murmured as he slid in.
Her pussy clenched. He felt so damn good, and Jared standing behind him, his dark gaze glittering, made it all the more intense.
“I’m going to fuck Matteo,” he said, slipping on another condom.
Matteo held still, his cock pulsing inside her, his breathing harsh. Behind him, Jared arched his hips, and she heard Matteo’s soft hiss as Jared entered him, felt the gentle surge of his body.
She was losing it already, the idea of what was happening almost too much.
“You okay, darlin’?” Jared asked, his voice gruff.
“Yes…better than okay.”
“Good girl.”
They began to move then, Matteo fucking her as Jared fucked him, pushing into his ass. She reached around Matteo and found Jared’s hands on his strong thighs, and they all held onto each other, moving together. Thrusting hips, panting sighs, taking her higher and higher. Matteo’s cock gliding into her, driven on by Jared surging into his body.
“God, I’m going to come,” Matteo gasped.
“Fuck her harder,” Jared told him. “Come on.”
A blur of motion, sensation, as the two men drove into her, it seemed. Two cocks, a primal force, sending pleasure like an electric current through her body.
Matteo tensed first, shivering as his climax hit him. But Jared didn’t stop, his hips pumping, forcing Matteo to keep driving into her even as his cock softened. Matteo reached between them, pinching her clit between his fingers, and Leigh was next, pleasure rolling over her in thundering waves as she came.
Still, Jared drove into Matteo, and even though she’d just come, the sight of them together, the feel of their two bodies against hers, was incredibly erotic. Overwhelming. Sending tremors of pleasure through her like the last waves of her orgasm. Finally, Jared called out, his body went rigid, and she felt him shudder as he came into Matteo.
All she knew then was the deep pull of night air into her lungs, arms going around her as they fell together onto the bed. And in a tangle of skin and sweat, hands and murmuring lips, they fell asleep.
The following weeks were a haze of blazing days and sultry nights. Leigh spent nearly every weeknight in Jared’s bed, sometimes with Matteo, sometimes just the two of them when Matteo went out to see friends, to play music. Neither got much work done, and weekends they rarely left the bed at all. Jared had accomplished little unpacking, and colorful takeout menus littered the tops of the boxes piled around his house, most of his artwork left on the floor, leaning against the walls.
Leigh hardly noticed. All she knew was that this man did things to her body no one had ever done before. And having Matteo with them made it all seem like some erotic dream, as though she were living an impossible fantasy she’d never dared to imagine might actually come true. She woke each morning sore all over, yet wanting more. More of them both.
More of Jared.
Jared had awakened her senses, and there was no shutting them down, whether she was with him or not. On the few evenings he was away, her body yearned for him, demanding satisfaction. She had to stand in the shower, her soap-slicked hand rubbing furiously between her thighs, until, thinking of him, she came in a fierce explosion.
But more than that, she missed him. She tried not to. But every cell in her being needed him, her heart as much as her body, which was something she wasn’t ready to think about. She adored Matteo. He was a gypsy, a little mysterious, intriguing. And always happy, carefree. He was the light to Jared’s dark, sweet where Jared was commanding. But it was Jared who was snaring her emotions.
It was July Fourth, and the heat wave hadn’t eased, the only respite the cooler evenings, when the fog rolled in. The three of them walked down to the Santa Monica Pier to see the fireworks. They arrived just before sunset and found a spot on the sand by the pier, where they sat on a blanket and drank cold, dark beer. The ocean was a thrumming roar, the water turning gray, then a deep midnight blue as the sun went down, streaking the sky in pink and gold as the crowd grew around them.
Leigh smiled when Jared pulled her to sit between his legs. She leaned into him, and he wrapped his arms around her, his hands coming to rest beneath her breasts. They immediately felt heavy and hot. She moved a little so the weight of them rested on his wrists.
Her body tingled while darkness settled around them, while the crowd along the beach hummed with expectation. While Matteo sat beside them, idly stroking her bare calf, his fingers soft on her skin. She didn’t move when Jared’s fingers began to tease one nipple through her light gauze top. Her nipple stiffened and she moaned, and Matteo grinned at them.
Jared said quietly, “When I get you home I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll come for an hour. What do you think of that?”
“I think we can leave now.”
“Naughty girl. You’ll have to wait until the fireworks are over.” He gave her nipple a firm pinch before pulling his hand away.
“You’re so cruel.”
“Poor girl. You’re a tortured soul.”
“I am,” she pouted.
“Then we shall have to do something about that.”
“I think you’re in trouble now,” Matteo said, his grin widening.
Jared let her go long enough to reach into the leather backpack they’d brought along and pulled out a beach towel, which he draped over her lap.
“Jared? What—”
“Shh. Watch the sky. The show’s about to begin.”
The air rumbled, and a fiery shower of color burst in the darkness over the ocean. The crowd applauded. Jared’s hand crept beneath the hem of Leigh’s short, cotton skirt, and was instantly joined by Matteo’s.
Their fingers were cool against the hot skin of her thighs. They both moved higher, and Jared whispered, “Open for us, Leigh.”
She parted her legs. And let out a gasp when Jared thrust his fingers into her waiting pussy.
“Quiet, my girl. There are a thousand people here.”
“Yes,” she breathed. That made it even better.
She rocked her hips to take his fingers more fully inside her. Her pussy clenched when he began to slide them in and out. Matteo stroked her thigh, then moved to her sex, feathering over her already soaking cleft while Jared pressed deeper. She looked at Matteo, and he was watching her, his eyes gleaming in the dark, illuminated by the fireworks like a burning shower overhead. It was impossible to care that they were surrounded by people. That someone might see what was going on beneath the towel.
“You feel so good, beautiful girl,” Matteo told her, his voice rough with desire. She knew if she touched him now he’d be hard as stone.
He kept his gaze on hers, stroking, stroking, while Jared fucked her with his hand. When Matteo pressed on her clit, she had to suck in her breath to keep from crying out.
The fireworks exploded above them, the force of the launchers shaking the ground. The crowd oohed and ahhed. And still Jared worked her with his fingers, Matteo’s thumb circling her throbbing clitoris. She moved against their hands, sensation overwhelming her.
Jared whispered, “Come for me, girl. Come into our hands. Fuck our hands. Yes, that’s it.”
When the finale rocketed into the sky in an electric burst of red, white and blue, Leigh’s orgasm rocked through her. Jared plunged his fingers deeper inside her, Matteo’s thumb pressing hard onto her clit, driving her on as she came. She squeezed her eyes shut, bit her lip to muffle her cries, and Jared held her close. She was trembling all over as Matteo pulled his hand away, took her hand and brushed a quick kiss across her knuckles, then let it go.
“Jesus. You are wicked, you two,” she panted.
“I pride myself on that,” Jared said. “I’ll have you converted yet, my girl.”
Her heart turned over at those lovely, possessive words. No, it’s just sex. But it was getting harder and harder to convince herself of that.
He pulled his fingers from her, then one by one, put them in
his mouth and sucked them clean.
“You taste so good. Like summer.”
She was still shaking. “Can we go now?”
“Yes!”
Chapter Five
Jared had fucked her hard and long, as promised. Then he had fucked Matteo again while Leigh watched, lazy, sated, yet insatiable. Jared was amazing—the man had gone all night. Leigh’s thighs trembled and her sex ached.
But more than that, her heart ached as she lay in his arms, Matteo’s head resting on her stomach, all of them laid out across the big bed as the sun rose outside the windows. They’d hardly slept. It didn’t seem to matter. She loved this simple, companionable comfort. Things were always easy between them. They laughed together, often talked late into the night after they were all worn out from sex.
She knew this was a temporary arrangement, so there weren’t the usual questions hanging in the air between them. Where is this relationship going? How do you feel about me?
Leigh knew how she felt. And she knew Jared wasn’t the kind of man who got into anything permanent, so she pushed her feelings aside. Despite the incredible sex, the easy companionship both with him and with Matteo.
No, despite all that, he wasn’t for her. He’d never insinuated that he was interested in a long-term relationship. It seemed the reason he and Matteo worked so well was because they both traveled so much, because they shared other bed-mates. Jared would move on eventually. And take a piece of her heart with him.
“Leigh.” His deep voice broke through her reverie.
“Hmm?”
“I’m leaving soon.”
“What?” She sat up to look at him. His face was calm—she couldn’t tell what he might be thinking, feeling.
“I’m going to Europe.”
“Europe?” Why couldn’t she think straight?
Matteo pulled himself upright, gave Leigh a quick kiss on the cheek and got out of bed. “I need breakfast. I’ll get up and head out to find some coffee and something to eat. Be back soon with some food.”
