Going Deep: Boys of Fall

by Cari Quinn

  There was going to be a next time. Hallelujah.

  “I can’t walk around naked,” she managed before Drake twisted her head around and seized her mouth with a sense of possession that made her clit throb.

  “Yes, you can,” Drake and Colt said in unison.

  “In fact, you should.” Colt tugged at her panties and she hoisted up her butt so he could wrench them down her legs. “You should never cover up this body. Jesus Christ.” She tore her lips away from Drake’s in time to see Colt stroking the bulge in his jeans. “You’re incredible, Paige Wilcox.”

  She couldn’t speak. When had she ever been viewed with such obvious lust? Twice now, they’d studied her body as if she were some kind of work of art. Not a woman who ate too much Rocky Road ice cream and rarely worked out and only wore sneakers to clean out the stock room. She’d never even seen the inside of one of Charli’s yoga classes—

  Charli. Dammit.

  No, she wasn’t going there again. She’d been honest with her best friend and Charli had flat-out told her she wasn’t upset over what had happened between her and Colt. If she was lying, that was on her. All it would have taken was one word from her for Paige to permanently turn her back on the most excitement she’d ever known. But she hadn’t given it, and now she was taking something for herself.

  She had to take it. She couldn’t spend another lonely night in front of her TV with her projections and her legal pads while the rest of the world passed her by. She just couldn’t.

  “Hey.” Drake tipped up her chin. “Where’d you go?”

  “Nowhere. I’m right here.” She slid one arm around Colt’s neck and one around Drake’s and smiled. “The question is, what are you going to do with me?”

  7

  Drake nearly did a doubletake at Paige’s sexy come-on. That was new. She’d had her moments of course, and the night they’d had together had definitely been explosive. But she still seemed unsure in the sexual realm more often than not.

  Not right now, that was for damn sure.

  She was sitting completely nude, her pale skin alabaster in the moonlight, her full breasts proudly tipped upward, her slit a shadow between creamy thighs. She had the tiniest smattering of hair there, just a tease. So much of the woman was a tease, from her wild red hair to her daring blue eyes to her robust curves.

  He wanted to see her own all her assets. To work them, not hide them away. And if they could help her with that even a small amount, he’d be thrilled.

  Colt’s smile spread, slow and sure. “Oh, darlin’. You can’t even imagine.”

  “No?” Paige cocked her head. “Then show me.”

  Drake swallowed hard as Colt moved between her thighs and pushed her backward with one hand between her breasts. He shifted so Paige could lay her head in his lap, situating her so his stiffening cock wasn’t directly under her neck. It wouldn’t be long before he’d have to adjust her again, because he was rapidly running out of room in his shorts.

  Fuck, watching them together was sexy.

  Colt ran his hands up the outsides of her legs as he drew them upward, hooking one over each shoulder. He bent his head, aiming right for his target without hesitation. There was no building up the anticipation. He dove right in and went to town, lapping at her loudly enough that Drake caught snatches of the sound above the burbling stream. Paige writhed in his lap, unable to stay still. That was one of the things he loved best about her. She might take a bit to lose her inhibitions, but he’d already seen that once she was in, she was all in.

  Colt spread her thighs wider and one of his hands disappeared between them. He drew it back up to his mouth, wetting two fingers before plunging them back inside her. She arched up, and Drake clamped an arm on her breasts to hold her still. To force her to accept every bit of what they intended to give her.

  “Uh-uh. You’re not escaping that easily.” Drake stroked her hair with his free hand. “Not until we’re finished with you.”

  “Like five or six hours from now,” Colt added, pausing between licks. He turned his head and nipped the inside of her thigh and she quaked in Drake’s hold as if she was about to fall apart.

  “Five or six? How about eight or nine?” Drake slid his arm under her breasts, plumping them up so he could lean forward and twirl his tongue around one of her taut nipples.

  She gasped. “I need…I need…”

  “This, maybe?” Colt closed his mouth over her, doing something that made her heels beat against the blanket. “Or this?”

  He drew his fingers back and plunged them deep again, causing her hips to raise straight off the ground. His wrist twisted, the heavy watch he wore catching the moonlight. His thumb skimmed over her clit and she lost the fight, letting out a long, thin cry.

  “That’s it, baby.” Drake bit her nipple. “Scream for us.”

  She grabbed a fistful of his hair, holding him to her breast while she rode out her climax, body shuddering, skin already shimmering with sweat. Her pants were the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, other than Colt’s growl of approval as he continued to taste every bit of what she’d given him.

  “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? You just needed help coming out of your shell.” Colt licked his way up her belly, crawling up over her until he was fastening his lips to the side of her breast. His face was so close to Drake’s hand, so close. He wanted to feel those wet, talented lips touch him too, but he knew it wouldn’t—couldn’t—happen. So he contented himself with watching Colt travel upward to take Paige’s mouth, kissing her roughly enough that when he moved back, some of Paige’s wetness had transferred from his chin to hers.

  Drake leaned down and took a taste himself, groaning at the salty-sweet flavor. He slipped his tongue over hers, barely aware of nudging her head to the edge of his lap so he had room to undo his pants. His erection hurt like a bitch.

  Paige’s eyes lit as if she hadn’t just had an orgasm. “Can I?” she asked eagerly.

  “All yours, sweetheart.”

  She took over the task, dragging down his zipper and fumbling him out of the narrow confines of his boxers. She licked her lips and took him inside her with a quick suck that nearly blew his head off. Her hand pumped in time with her erotic kisses.

  “Baby, you want this show over fast, don’t you?” He gathered her hair in a loose ponytail and drew her head up toward the tip, encouraging her without words to focus her attention right there. She took his nonverbal cue like a champ, concentrating the skim of her teeth and her suction on that nerve-rich area. Her fingers curled around him, sliding in the wetness her mouth had made, slicking up and down while she gave him the blowjob of his life.

  “Shit.” On her other side, Colt rolled back to undo his jeans. He tugged out his cock and gave it a long stroke, making Drake close his eyes as pressure built in his sac. Watching Colt jack off was a surefire way to explode in Paige’s throat, though she was doing a damn fine job of making that happen all on her own.

  Sweet fucking hell.

  But he couldn’t resist taking another peek at Colt. Those long, broad fingers tightening around his thick length, his thumb smoothing over the tip to catch the drops of pre-cum. His other hand reached beneath to cup his balls. His head tipping back, a shock of dark hair falling across his forehead as he thrust into his punishing grip.

  Damn, Drake was going to come. Hard.

  He fisted Paige’s hair, holding her still while he drove upward, not stopping until he hit resistance in her throat. She made a choked sound, though not one of displeasure. Then she was somehow opening more for him, the hum she was making encouraging him to stroke into her again. Her fingers clamped around the base of his throbbing cock, holding him on that precipice while he watched Colt inch ever closer to his own drop.

  Colt’s hand was a blur now, his gaze riveted to the action in Drake’s lap. Then his attention drifted up to Drake’s face, to his eyes, and Drake couldn’t hold back for another moment. His fingers tangled in her hair as he tried to warn her, to give
her a chance to pull back, but she was shaking her head and diving downward, swallowing him and giving him no choice. His release pulsed through his dick, spilling onto her tongue, slipping out of the corners of her lips.

  Throughout, he stared at Colt, linked to him in a way he couldn’t break. Paige’s mouth connected them somehow, and though Colt’s hand moved over his own erection, Drake could tell he was feeling the same thing he was. It was as if she was going down on them both. Sharing it with both.

  As soon as she drew back and wiped her mouth, Colt tugged on her arm. “C’mere, darlin’.”

  She went to him, coiling her arms around his neck. He kissed her hungrily, and Drake’s mind spun in shock. He had to be tasting him. Had to be swallowing what Drake had just given her so helplessly. And he was kissing her like a goddamn starving man, directing her head right where he wanted it as they devoured each other.

  Another pulse reverberated through Drake’s dick. Shit, he was getting hard again. Already. How was that even possible?

  Paige climbed on top of Colt and slipped her hands into his hair as his mouth found her tits. He licked one first then the other before fisting a hand in her hair and dragging her back down for another dirty kiss.

  Halfway through, his gaze slid to Drake, dropping to where he’d cupped his regenerating cock.

  That incendiary look alone was nearly enough to make him come on the spot.

  Paige fought with Colt’s clothes, tugging up his T-shirt over his head. She slid her hands down his chest, nails skimming with enough pressure that Drake could’ve sworn he felt the echo in his growing erection. She gave his hard cock a quick kiss where it bobbed against his stomach before moving on to undo his boots. Then she drew off his jeans and boxers, taking a moment to pull out his wallet. “Think you might need this,” she teased, tossing it to him. She nearly hit his cock and he groaned, tipping his head back.

  “Evil woman. That could’ve killed me.” He turned his grin on Drake. “Taken out with one blow, just like my buddy over there. You still breathing, man?”

  Drake nodded and returned his smile, hoping like hell Colt couldn’t read his confusion. His best friend wasn’t freezing up and turning his back on the situation like he’d done a year ago, when Drake had let his needs get the best of him. They’d been in such sync that night that he’d gone for it in spite of all the warning bells clanging in his head. He’d thought he’d picked up vibes from Colt then too, but obviously he was nuts.

  Then and now.

  Colt was straight. All-the-way straight, no detours. Considering anything else was a path to madness.

  Especially when he was quite happy to watch Paige roll the condom down Colt’s cock before she straddled him and sank down on his dick, letting out a moan that caused Drake to fist his cock. As hot as it was to have Paige sucking him, or fucking him, it was just as hot to watch her and Colt together. How he grabbed her hips and pulled them down, how she grasped his shoulders and started to ride.

  She tossed her head back, her wavy hair tumbling so far down that it teased the crack of her perfect ass. She dug her knees into Colt’s sides and tentatively slid her hands away from him to grip her own waist. Drake could almost see her indecision flickering over her face. She wanted to do more, but she was still shy.

  To hell with that.

  “Go ahead and touch your tits, sweetheart,” Drake said in a low voice. “Let us see you play with them.”

  She bit her lip and glanced from him to Colt, who reacted in typical fashion.

  “Hell yes.” He smacked her ass and she squealed, letting out a laugh. “Work those gorgeous nipples for us.”

  She slid her hands upward, cradling her breasts. She leaned back again, hiding them from their view for way too long before she began to pluck at her nipples. A moan slipped from her, louder as she massaged the heavy flesh. They were huge and beautiful, and seeing those rosy tips appear and disappear between her fingers made Drake’s length throb anew.

  “You’re incredible. Squeeze me. Just like that. Such a sweet, tight pussy.”

  The heat in Colt’s voice combined with her frantic pulls on her tits, drove Drake up to his knees. He didn’t know what he had in mind until he’d crawled up behind them. She gave him a low-lidded glance over her shoulder as he palmed her ass, lightly tapping the opposite cheek from the one Colt had slapped.

  “Gonna join in our fun?” she purred, and he couldn’t see one reason why not.

  He spotted Colt’s wallet lying on the blanket and hoped like hell he’d shoved another condom in there. Luckily he had a couple in his own wallet, but he’d taken it out as soon as he sat down and moving back to grab it seemed like a journey across the desert at the moment. He fumbled through Colt’s bills and snatched the remaining condom up like a victor claiming spoils.

  Just as he was about to claim that rosy-red pussy.

  “Depends on if you can take both of us at once.”

  She let out a startled sound and he and Colt both laughed.

  “Not like that, darlin’.” Colt reached up to caress her hip. “Not yet anyway.”

  “Holy shit,” she whispered. “I’m really not sure I’m built for…that.”

  “Oh, you are.” Drake sculpted her voluptuous cheeks. “You’ve got the most amazing body, and you could take us both.” He leaned forward and bit her shoulder, delighting in her shiver. “But not tonight. Tonight we’ll try something different.”

  “Something like what?”

  The trepidation in her voice convinced him to change his bites along her sexy shoulders to little kisses instead. “We’ll alternate. He’ll come in, then he’ll pull out and it’ll be my turn. Think you can handle that, sweetheart?”

  “Sure she can. She can handle anything.”

  Drake nearly tossed up a prayer of thanks at the confidence in Colt’s voice. He hadn’t shut down his idea. He’d half expected his friend to realize exactly how close that would put their dicks and say hell no, no way. But he hadn’t, and it was taking everything Drake had not to read too much into it.

  Colt loved sex, and he was just going with the flow. Living in the moment. That was all.

  Drake suited up and watched as Colt pulled her forward on his chest, tilting her hips up at the perfect angle for him to see all that swollen, shadowy flesh between her thighs. Colt’s cock was there too, easing out, gleaming in the moonlight from the wetness they’d already made.

  Drake slid his hand up Paige’s back and took a deep breath. This felt momentous, even if he had no idea why.

  But when Colt pulled out and said, “Come on, man,” he couldn’t wait another second.

  He grabbed her hips and drove forward, peripherally aware of his length sliding against Colt’s. The sensation made him curse and refocus on Paige’s soaked entrance. He circled his tip over her, giving her a chance to get used to the differences between him and Colt. She bucked backward, urging him on, and he plunged.

  Her inner walls grasped at him and drenched him in her slickness. He pulled back and surged into her again, needing more than just that brief contact. Colt seemed to understand, because he cupped her head to his shoulder and stared at Drake as he fucked her in long, slow strokes. Something passed between them in that instant.

  Her cries and the wet sounds of her body combined into a glorious soundtrack. Drake knew he was taking advantage, but he couldn’t stop. She clutched at him from inside and her pale ass glowed in the moonlight, practically begging for his hand. So he gave it to her, lightly, punctuating his thrusts with gentle slaps. She gasped and rolled her hips, still participating even though she was thoroughly wedged between them.

  And she thought she couldn’t handle both of them in her body at once. Damn, she could handle anything. Beautifully.

  “Your turn,” Drake said, dragging his shaft from her snug-as-fuck pussy. She moaned and writhed and he couldn’t keep from reaching around her to rub her clit even as Colt positioned himself to drive inside. He was asking for trouble. Inviting it. But
he wanted to watch her come, and he wanted to be part of it.

  Colt didn’t balk at the nearness of Drake’s hand. He just took hold of Paige’s hips and slammed into her, tearing a scream from her throat.

  “Jesus. You get any tighter, you’re going to kill me,” Colt grated.

  “Gonna come. Can’t…not.”

  “Damn straight.” Drake kissed his way down her spine while his fingers kept up the tempo between her legs. She was so wet that he slipped more than once, but he concentrated on the plump bud under his touch. He wasn’t going lower.

  Wasn’t, wasn’t, wasn’t.

  Until Paige came undone, her hips going wild. Colt matched her, powering upward into her again and again to prolong her climax. And Drake kept up the pressure on her clit, circling, rubbing, doing everything he could to keep her spasms going. Then she arched up to squirm away from him, the tip of Colt’s cock still barely inside of her, and Drake’s hand slid down.

  Jesus, Colt was so hard. So hard and hot and Drake couldn’t catch his breath. His chest actually hurt from the air trapped in his lungs.

  He willed his hand to move but his fingers had their own ideas. Drake gave him one quick squeeze and shifted him back where he belonged.

  Inside Paige.

  She muffled a whimper against Colt’s throat at the additional help, but she didn’t shy away when Drake resumed stroking her clit. She rotated her hips in time with his caresses and dragged her nails down Colt’s chest as she pushed herself back up.

  Apparently their girl was ready for more.

  Drake peered over her shoulder as she braced one hand on Colt’s taut stomach and used the other to tweak and tug at her breasts. The sight made Colt groan and close his eyes. Mindlessly, he drove up into her, his entire body tense and glistening with perspiration. Drake knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

  “Drake.” Colt’s golden eyes opened and met his. “You finish first. Without the condom.” He waited a beat and lifetimes passed in Drake’s mind. “I wanna watch you take her raw.”