Heat of the Moment
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So here he was, still calling her bluff, still riddled with doubt that she’d actually go through this. Not that the idea of a threesome freaked him out or anything. He was a healthy, red-blooded male who never had any inhibitions when it came to sex. Hell, his cock was already semi-hard, and nobody was naked yet. If Savannah truly wanted to get it on with two men at once, he had no problem helping her live out the fantasy.
But he would have a problem if it turned out this whole three-way thing was simply a ploy to put some more distance between them. He’d never pegged Savannah as the type to play games, and he sincerely hoped that wasn’t the case now, but considering her abrupt decision to invite a third player into the mix, he had to wonder. Especially since this bright idea had come days after she’d revealed some personal, emotional details to him, which she evidently hadn’t liked sharing.
Savannah Harte was scared of relationships. He had no doubt about that anymore. He just hoped that fear wasn’t driving her right now, that it wasn’t a way for her to push him away.
When they entered her apartment, however, pushing him away was not at all what she did. Instead, she moved closer and kissed the hell out of him, her tongue sliding into his mouth. He was gasping for air when she finally pulled away, surprised by her take-charge attitude. As he watched, she turned around and stepped toward Aidan, placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned up to brush her lips over his.
White-hot agony sliced into Matt’s gut.
He knew he had no right to be upset, or even angry. He’d agreed to this stupid idea. But somehow he’d expected her to back out at the last moment. Looked like backing out wasn’t on her agenda. His stomach clenched as Savannah deepened the kiss with Aidan, who responded without any hesitation.
Despite the aching of his heart, Matt’s body reacted the way it always did when the promise of sex hung in the air. His cock hardened, muscles tensed, skin heated. When Aidan’s hands slid down to cup Savannah’s ass, Matt’s erection twitched involuntarily. He hated that he was able to get aroused by this, that another man’s hands on Savannah could get him going. He didn’t want to share her with anybody else, but what other choice did he have? She’d made it more than clear that she wanted some variety tonight. If he’d said no, she might’ve picked up some random stranger and fucked his brains out, and he couldn’t let that happen. At least here, he had some semblance of control. Aidan was a good buddy of his and Matt knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt Savannah.
“We need a bed,” Aidan rasped against Savannah’s lips, breaking the kiss.
With a little smile, she gripped his hand and led him toward the screen separating the living area from her bedroom. She paused to grasp Matt’s hand too, her hips swaying as she led the two men toward the bed. She really wanted this, Matt realized, and conflicting emotions warred inside of him.
On one hand, he admired her confidence, how in tune she was with her sexuality. She knew what she wanted, went after it, and had no regrets. She was his perfect match, sexually at least, a rare woman who had zero reservations in the bedroom. She held the same enthusiastic outlook about sex that he normally did.
Funny, how the tables had completely turned on him.
Aidan paused at the foot of the bed, his dark eyes smoldering with heat. Matt noticed his friend’s cheeks were slightly flushed and he had that careless swagger that indicated he was probably a little buzzed from the alcohol he’d consumed tonight.
Savannah glanced from one man to the other, shooting them each a coy smile. “Come on, boys. Strip.”
Aidan grinned at Matt. “I like her.”
“So do I,” he answered roughly.
Knowing it was too damn late to back out of this now, Matt bent down to unlace his boots and kicked them aside, then unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. Shirt, boxers and socks came off, until he finally stood naked in front of Savannah. His cock jutted out, begging for her attention. Aidan’s dick was at full salute too. Heat suffused Savannah’s gray eyes, darkening them to metallic silver. With methodical movements, she pulled her shirt over her head, shimmied out of her jeans and panties, and stepped closer to Aidan, fully naked. Then she slid down to her knees and wrapped both hands around his friend’s shaft.
Matt clenched his teeth. When Savannah’s lips parted to wrap around Aidan’s tip, simultaneous jolts of arousal and jealousy struck him. He didn’t want to be turned on watching Savannah blow someone else, but he was.
Lowering his hand to his throbbing erection, he stroked himself slowly while Savannah worked on his friend. Aidan groaned in approval, rocking his hips to meet Savannah’s lips. He moved backwards toward the bed, slipped out of her mouth and sank onto the mattress.
Savannah promptly climbed up too and continued to lick at him eagerly. After a few seconds, she lifted her head and turned to Matt. “Are you just going to stand there?” Her voice came out in a teasing drawl.
Still gripping his shaft, he walked over to the bed and stared at her enticing bottom. The way she was bent over Aidan left her most secretive areas fully exposed to him. Matt’s mouth went dry as he stared at her moist pink slit and the puckered ring of her ass. He moved toward her as if pulled by a magnet.
Savannah squeaked in delight when she felt his hands on her cheeks, spreading them wider. Using the tip of his index finger, Matt stroked her pussy, groaning when moisture coated his fingers.
Savannah thrust her ass out even higher. “Please.” The pleading note to her voice made him smile.
“Don’t be cruel,” Aidan laughed from the bed. “Give her what she wants, bro.”
Sinking to his knees, Matt leaned forward and dragged his tongue along her damp flesh, eliciting a desperate whimper from Savannah’s mouth. It came out muffled, what with Aidan’s cock deep in her throat. Forcing every drop of jealousy from his body, Matt focused on pleasing his woman. He licked her up like an ice cream cone, then thrust his tongue deep inside her. As he started suckling on her clit, he pushed two fingers into her and fucked her with them. When he felt her muscles clamp around his fingers, he quickly withdrew. She deserved to be teased a little.
On the bed, Aidan let out a ragged moan and gently moved Savannah’s head away. “Not yet,” he ground out. “I want to come inside you, honey.”
Savannah let Matt give her one more swipe of the tongue, then sat up and turned to meet his eyes. The expression on her face sent a bolt of desire straight to his cock. Her cheeks were pink, her lips wet from sucking Aidan, and her eyes glazed and heavy-lidded.
“Are you having fun?” he couldn’t help but taunt.
She nodded slightly. Her gaze traveled to his erect cock. “Come here,” she said in a throaty voice.
He stood up and moved toward her. She took him into her mouth and he almost keeled over from the sensation. Aidan slid up so he was sitting behind Savannah, wrapping his muscular arms around her so he could cup her firm breasts with his palms. As Savannah’s tongue danced along his shaft, Matt’s eyelids fluttered. He forced his eyes to stay open, to watch the way Aidan’s fingers played with Savannah’s rigid nipples. Fuck, that was hot.
His reluctance was slowly dissolving like a teaspoon of sugar in water. This wasn’t as painful as he’d thought it would be. Aidan knew how to please a woman, and judging by Savannah’s muffled moans she obviously enjoyed the way the other man fondled her breasts. Matt was as hard as a rock, eager to fill Savannah’s ass with his cock at the same time another man penetrated her tight pussy.
Savannah nibbled on his tip and another groan slid from his mouth. No, this encounter wasn’t awkward or painful at all. Here he was, with a good friend of his, the woman he loved, and the chemistry between the three of them was out of this—
The woman you love?
It was a miracle his dick didn’t go soft at that moment. The appearance of the L-word in his brain shocked the living hell out of him. Was he in love with her? How was that possible? His gaze swept over her flushed face, those perfect breasts and tanned skin an
d tousled blonde hair. He loved seeing her arousal, loved the little sounds of pleasure she made in the back of her throat. He wanted her to feel good. He wanted to make her happy.
A woman’s happiness had never mattered to him before. He hadn’t cared about long discussions, or movie dates, or dropping by a woman’s place of business to take her to lunch.
But he cared about all that now.
Fuck, he was actually in love.
The newfound emotion brought a rush of pleasure to his body. Suddenly he needed to be inside her, some primal urge to claim her taking over. Pulling his dick out of her mouth, he strode over to the bedside table, yanked open the drawer and grabbed the box of condoms he’d stashed in there the other day. He took out a tube of lubrication too and set that down on the bed, then removed two square packages from the box, tossed one to Aidan and ripped the other open so he could sheath himself.
“Who do you want in your ass?”
Savannah had been caressing Aidan’s balls as he put on the condom, and she looked up in surprise at Matt’s gruff inquiry. At her obvious hesitation, he shot her a mocking smile. “This is your show, darlin’. Tell us what you want.”
Her face pink with excitement, Savannah answered his question with actions rather than words. Straddling Aidan, she lowered herself onto his waiting erection, moaning as she fully seated herself. Matt’s chest tightened with pure heat as she bent forward and pushed her ass up in the air in invitation.
He didn’t need to be asked twice.
Coming up behind her, he widened his stance, then picked up the lube and squeezed a generous amount onto his hand. As Aidan thrust upwards to meet Savannah’s frenzied movements, Matt slathered lube on his shaft then squirted more in his palm and got Savannah nice and slick. When his tip rubbed her tender opening, she cried out in delight and wiggled against him.
“Slow down, honey,” Aidan murmured huskily, planting his hands on her slender hips to steady her. “Let him work his way in.”
Matt’s entire body burned with red-hot lust as he eased into that tight rosette. He reined himself in, gritting his teeth to stop from coming right there and then. It felt like an iron fist squeezing his cock. His head lolled to the side. Fuck. So good. No way was he lasting more than a minute.
While Aidan kept Savannah still, Matt moved in and out, slowly going deeper at each lazy drive of his cock. When his entire length was buried inside her, all three of them groaned. And then they started to move.
Savannah wondered if it was possible to die from sheer ecstasy. She’d been with two men before, but Matt and Aidan were by far better endowed than her previous lovers. She felt unbelievably filled as their cocks slid in and out of her. Her pulse hammered in her ears, her breathing growing labored as she rode Aidan. Behind her, Matt kept to an excruciatingly slow pace. She knew he was allowing her to get used to the sensations, but his languid movements drove her crazy.
Twisting her head, she met his eyes and issued a breathy command. “Faster. Please.”
His features taut with desire, he offered a quick nod, then plunged into her so hard she cried out with pleasure that bordered on pain. Beneath her, Aidan’s dark eyes glimmered with unrestrained heat. “That’s it, honey, fuck me harder.”
It was too much. Every muscle in her body was coiled tight, like a rattlesnake ready to pounce. She needed to come so badly she could barely breathe, definitely couldn’t form any coherent thoughts, either.
“Rub her clit,” came Matt’s hoarse demand.
Savannah’s vision went hazy as Aidan reached between them and captured her clit between his fingers, rolling it gently. She sagged forward, nearly drowning in the incredible waves of bliss pulsing through her. Aidan’s cock stretched her aching core, while Matt was buried so deep in her ass she didn’t know where she started and they ended. In the back of her mind, she realized it was not Aidan, but Matt she was more focused on. She was listening to his labored breathing, feeling his hands digging into her hips, groaning each time his erection slid into her. Aidan’s fingers between her legs felt incredible, his hard body beneath hers was pleasurable, but only when she focused on Matt did she feel the ripples of impending orgasm dance low in her belly.
Since now wasn’t the time to question that revelation, she closed her eyes and lost herself in the moment. Her muscles tightened, contracted, coiled again and then seemed to snap apart as release crashed into her. Every inch of her body tingled with little pulses of heat. Pleasure sizzled through her veins, infusing into the tips of her nipples, her clit, her core.
As she came apart, she felt more than heard each man lose control. Aidan’s cry was huskier, more restrained, while Matt gave a guttural groan that sent shivers through her. She was nearly panting as the two men shuddered inside her, as Matt tenderly caressed her hips and Aidan continued to brush his fingers over her clit.
“Holy shit,” Aidan swore when their heavy breathing finally grew quiet. One hand touched Savannah’s chin. “Honey, that was first-class.”
She managed an exhausted smile. “Right back at you.”
Her body suddenly felt empty as Matt pulled out of her ass, followed by Aidan’s gentle withdrawal. She rolled off Aidan, smiling again when she watched him hop off the bed and fumble on the floor for his clothes. “I should get going,” he said absently.
Evidently he wasn’t a cuddler. She admired the attitude, though. He’d gotten what he wanted and now he was taking off. Right to the point. She liked that.
“Thanks for coming over,” she murmured.
He laughed softly. “I should be thanking you. You were amazing.” He glanced over at Matt, who was slipping into his boxers. “Thanks for having me, bro.”
Matt just shrugged. “Anytime.”
Anytime?
Savannah wondered if that meant he wanted Aidan to play with them again. The thought made her stomach a little unsettled. Aidan was insanely cute and definitely talented in bed, but during those last few moments before her orgasm, Matt had been the only man on her mind, the only one she’d been concentrating on. She wasn’t sure why that happened, or how she even felt about it.
“I’ll walk you out,” Matt said to his buddy.
With another dimpled grin, Aidan offered a cute “Later, Savannah” and followed Matt toward the front door. She heard the door open, close, then lock, and when Matt appeared at the foot of the bed a moment later, he had a wry expression on his handsome face.
“You okay?” she teased. “Or did we wear you out?”
“I’m fine.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “So listen…”
A startling combination of hope and disappointment clamored inside her. He was going to break it off with her. This threesome had evidently been too much for him. He’d only been pretending to enjoy it, but now that his friend was gone, he was going to tell her that he didn’t want to be with someone as slutty as she was. Awful as it was, it was what she’d been trying to achieve by suggesting this little ménage, yet a part of her was a tad disappointed that it had been so easy, childish as that was.
“Savannah, I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Even though she was lying down, she almost fell over. “What?”
“You heard me,” he said gruffly.
“You…I…of course you’re not.” She sat up abruptly. “That’s silly.”
Anger flashed in his eyes. “Why exactly is that silly?”
Panic spiraled through her body like a relentless tornado. How was this actually happening? This damn threesome was her way to try and put some distance between her and Matt. All those dates and talks and the staggeringly amazing sex… It scared her. After the fierce jealousy she’d experienced when learning that Annabelle had slept with Matt, Savannah had realized just how close she was to developing real feelings for this man. It was like she was falling off a cliff and had two landing options—the water, which meant being safe and happy but alone, or the jagged rocks, a relationship that, like all the others, would end in heartbreak.
And he’d liked it!
She’d seen the passionate fire burning in his eyes when both he and Aidan had been fucking her. And now he was telling her he loved her?
“You can’t actually mean that,” she burst out. “And is this really the time you want to declare your love, after I just slept with your friend?”
“It was just sex,” he said with a shrug. “But you and me…that’s more than sex, Savannah. I think you know it but you’re too freaking scared to admit it. We get along—”
“So?” she cut in. “I get along with my dentist—that doesn’t mean we love each other.”
“We laugh together,” he went on, ignoring the interruption. “We like the same shitty horror movies, we have mind-blowing sex, we never run out of things to say to each other.” Looking aggravated, he put on his T-shirt, then buttoned up his jeans. “So yeah, all those things make me think this is more than a damn fling.”
She bit on her thumbnail, reverting back to an old nail-biting habit she only turned to when she was seriously panic-stricken. He couldn’t really mean any of this. Or at least, the love part of it. They’d known each other two weeks, a month if you counted the first meeting at the bank. That wasn’t enough time for him to fall in love with her.
She didn’t want him to fall in love with her.
Matt released a ragged breath. “Why does it not surprise me that you’re reacting this way?”
She bristled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re a coward, Savannah. You act all tough and confident, like you don’t care about anything but having a good time, but we both know that’s a big fat lie. You want a relationship—you’re just too damn scared.”