by Sami Lee
Heat scorched Corey’s face as he realized he stood in the doorway like a dolt, doing nothing to participate. In one hurried motion, he hauled his shirt over his head and strode toward Erica. Griff held her out to him like a gift, and Corey took her into his arms, kissing her lush mouth, eating up her excited little moans like each one was a sweet, long-hungered-for morsel. Her breasts skimmed his chest, their taut crests scraping his skin in a delicious friction that made his jeans way too tight.
He was going to blow prematurely—again—if he wasn’t careful.
Erica gasped into Corey’s mouth when Griff parted the zipper of her skirt, causing the garment to go the way of her blouse and bra. Corey slid his grip downward and cupped her ass through the dainty panties she wore, bringing her into closer contact with his raging erection.
“God, what an ass,” Griff rumbled. “Strip those panties off her.”
Corey’s excitement spiked, his fingers working immediately to do Griff’s bidding. He took Griff’s orders all the time. Griff was a senior firefighter, above Corey’s pay grade and miles beyond him in work experience. Griff had never given him instructions in a personal setting before, but following them felt entirely natural and somehow strangely thrilling at the same time.
Being told what to do by Griff was hot.
“Oh yeah.” Griff ran his hands over Erica’s bared ass cheeks, his fingers brushing against Corey’s in the process. Corey’s pulse leapt. His arms were full of warm, willing woman, and the sinuous movement of her feminine body aroused him unbearably. But there was something else going on, something blazing in the air between him and Griff that added an edge to his desire, that nudged a boundary Corey wanted to push wider even as the thought of it scared him.
What the hell was happening?
“Get her in the shower. She’s going to run out of hot water at this rate.”
Griff’s easy humor dispelled some of the tension. Corey chuckled as he guided Erica into the stall, hanging back long enough to step out of his jeans before following her in. “I don’t know about you,” he began when he had her in his arms again. He lowered his voice so only she could hear him above the patter of water on tile. “But I’m a little nervous.”
The laugh Erica released tremored. “Me too.”
“I won’t hurt you.” It was an easy assurance to give—he meant it with every fiber in him. “Neither will Griff. He’s a good guy.”
She smiled softly. “I know.”
Corey smiled too, delighted that she’d seen past Griff’s sometimes-brusque exterior to the decent man beneath. It made his emotions open more to her, strengthened the kinship he felt already existed between them. “You’re a special woman, you know that, Erica?”
From the way she almost blanched at his praise and ducked her head, Corey figured she had no idea. Heck, it didn’t make any logical sense that he was so sure of it. But somehow he was.
He wanted to make her sure of it too.
When Griff stepped into the shower with them, he dropped a couple of foil packets into the soap dish. Then he plucked a bottle of shower gel from where it rested on a glass shelf and squirted a generous amount over Erica’s back.
“I can tell you’ve never done anything like this before, Erica.” It was the first time Griff had called her by her Christian name, and his voice gentled as he spoke it. He rubbed the shower gel in slow circles over her shoulders until it lathered and made her skin slick and fragrant. “So we’ll take it slow. We’ll be gentle—if you want it rough you’ll have to tell us, okay?”
He waited until Erica nodded, surprise in her eyes. Corey doubted she’d ever asked for anything rough in her life.
“And we’ll make it easy on you. I’m going to tell Corey what to do to you.” Against Erica’s soft stomach, Corey’s hardness jerked. “All you have to worry about is enjoying everything. Okay?”
“O-okay.”
“You can trust me. Corey too. You know that, don’t you?”
Corey was gratified by Erica’s unequivocal nod. That trust was important to him.
“Get down on your knees, Cor,” Griff told him in that gravelly, lust-thickened voice. “I want to watch you eat Erica’s tasty-looking cunt.”
God. Like before, Corey didn’t hesitate. He eased Erica back against the tiled wall, out of the direct line of the shower spray. Then he lowered before her.
Using both thumbs, Corey gently parted her lips and ran his tongue along the inner edge of them, narrowly avoiding her most sensitive place. Erica writhed against the slippery tiles at her back, thrusting her pussy at Corey’s face. Corey kept teasing her with his tongue, knowing her eventual release would be more intense if he took his time. She’d already climaxed in the car, and he wanted the second time to be equally as good.
“That’s it, Cor. Like that.”
Griff was standing beside Erica, playing with her eager tits, his gaze alternating between watching her and fixing on Corey, on what he was doing between Erica’s legs.
And there, right beside Corey’s head, was Griff’s cock. It was long and large, the smooth skin covering it flushed red with arousal. His balls were full and tight. Griff was the only person who hadn’t come yet, and it was obvious he badly needed to.
Corey was fascinated, excited and…tempted. By what?
Griff’s cock. He was tempted to transfer his tongue from Erica’s pussy to the throbbing head of Griff’s hard-on and taste it, tease it, please it. Until Griff lost control for once in his life.
Holy fuck.
Corey’s gaze slammed into Griff’s as the impact of his thoughts hit full force. He was wondering what it would be like to give his best friend a blow job. Griff’s eyes were knowing, tortured, as if he sensed Corey’s state of mind.
As if he wanted the same thing and was tormented by his inability to ask for it.
“She needs to come.” Griff could just as easily have been talking about himself. “Suck her clit. Don’t stop until she screams your name.”
Turning away from those other, confusing urges, Corey bent his head to Erica again, taking her sweet bud into his mouth.
Chapter Four
“You like the way that feels, don’t you, Erica?”
Griff’s rasped query made Erica tear her gaze away from the sight of Corey’s dark head moving at the juncture of her thighs. Griff’s eyes glittered like shards of polished topaz fanning out from the dark spots of his pupils. His excitement was a thick aura radiating from him, a mixture of potent male pheromones that could so easily have threatened her.
Yet Erica wasn’t frightened of Griff, any more than she was of Corey.
He traced circles around her areola with his wet, gel-slicked fingers. “Christ, you have a body on you. I can’t wait to sink my hard dick inside it.”
Erica’s hips bucked in an involuntary response. Corey’s grip on her thighs tightened, maintaining control of what he was doing. No fantasy she’d ever had could measure up to the reality of having Corey’s insistent tongue between her legs and Griff’s adroit hands stroking her breasts.
“Yeah, that’s it, Erica. I like it when you lose control.” To Corey he said, “Finger her hot cunt while you’re doing that. Find that G-spot and tickle it.”
Against her pussy Corey’s groan vibrated. Her inner walls contracted even before Corey drove his finger inside her, searching for a special place Erica had always thought a myth. She soon changed her mind as Corey fluttered his middle finger far inside her core, sending out delicious ripples of ecstasy. “Oh God!”
“That’s it. Don’t stop,” Griff commanded. “Suck her clit nice and hard.”
Corey did as Griff demanded, taking Erica’s eager button into his mouth and suckling. He kept moving his finger inside her while Griff pinched her nipples repeatedly. The intense pleasure of it all unraveled Erica. She climaxed violently, spilling wetness on Corey’s tongue that he eagerly lapped up.
“Christ, Red.” Griff turned her face toward him so he could claim her mouth in a m
arauding kiss. The hand with which he cupped her cheek trembled, bespeaking his own as-yet-unfulfilled needs.
Erica wanted to satisfy him—both of them. So when Griff made his next husky demand she didn’t bother summoning the energy to question it. “Turn around and face the wall.”
She put her back to the men, staring at the cheerful yellow and white tiles through the billowing steam in the stall.
“Put your hands flat on the tiles.”
Her heart thundering, Erica did as Griff said.
“Corey, what do you want her to do?”
Corey’s thick, excited voice answered, “Spread your legs apart, baby.”
Erica’s womb throbbed as she did what she was told. She was not a submissive woman, but there was something so darkly thrilling in following their instructions, not quite knowing where it would lead.
“Oh yeah,” Griff said. “Push your ass back as far as you can.”
Erica whimpered as she did it, curving her spine. On the wall beside her, Erica saw two hands reach for the foil packets Griff had placed in the soap dish earlier. Anticipation was like a hot spike in her womb as Griff announced, “Corey and I are going to take turns fucking you now, Red. Does that sound okay?”
Erica was so light-headed she could barely nod. “Yes.”
Mere seconds later her entrance was prodded by something hard and hot. Erica didn’t know which of the men was positioned there and for some reason the idea delighted her. She closed her eyes, prolonging the moment of mystery, the absolute wickedness of having her private parts breached and of having no certainty of who was doing it.
Her pussy walls rippled over the invading cock as it moved within her. She moaned her satisfaction as it filled her completely. Behind her she heard the soft sound of Corey’s swearing and thought it must be him inside her. But a moment later, she registered the callused grip that held her hips in place and knew it was Griff.
She knew the difference in the way they used their hands, the subtle variety in the texture of their skin. Already, she knew. It was astonishing.
Opening her eyes, Erica glanced over her shoulder. She saw Corey standing a little to the left, staring at the place where Griff’s cock pushed inside her in smooth strokes. Griff pulled her ass cheeks apart, and Erica knew he did it to improve Corey’s view.
Griff asked, “You like watching?”
Corey merely nodded in response to Griff’s question.
“I like it too.”
Griff pulled out of her then, making an incoherent wail of protest burst from Erica’s mouth. But she wasn’t abandoned for long. Corey was soon positioned between her spread thighs, the broad head of his cock dipping into her wetness. He grasped her hips and pushed inside.
Erica gasped. She knew enough not to say so, but Corey was bigger than Griff. His girth stretched her, made her muscles get some serious exercise as he started plunging in and out.
She sensed Griff watching the show with as much rapt interest as Corey had. The sexual escapades of her fantasy life had been all about her pleasure, they’d never included this level of voyeurism. They were watching each other have sex with her. It should have made her feel used, violated. Instead it made her feel like a treasure they shared.
“Erica, baby,” Corey panted. “You’re incredible. So tight and hot.”
Moving close to her ear, Griff murmured, “Tighter for him than it was for me.” Erica turned wide eyes toward him but he merely chuckled. “Fucking huge, isn’t he?”
Erica managed a rueful smile while her body jerked with each plunge of Corey’s massive member. “Oh my God, yes.”
Griff pressed his smiling lips to her temple. “You’re very sweet to try and protect my ego that way, cute stuff. But I’m just glad we’re showing you a good time.”
He reached over her head for something. A moment later there was the cool trickle of shower gel on her lower back. Griff turned it to lather with his hand, then spread it downward to coat her ass. “Slow down for a sec, Cor.”
The way Corey clutched her hips told Erica it cost him dearly, but he slowed his pace. Then Griff’s hand slid into the cleft of her ass, his finger inching toward her back entrance.
When he first probed the opening, Erica flinched. “I won’t do anything you don’t like.” Griff said. “I promise.”
It wasn’t logical, the trust Erica had so swiftly placed in them. Yet it was there, as real as the water cascading all around. “It’s okay.”
Griff dipped one digit into the tightness of her asshole. Her muscles clenched around him, a pleasant contraction that made her vagina spasm around Corey’s cock. When Griff slowly sank his finger in deeper, she moaned. Corey swore graphically, the motion of his thrusting cock stilling completely.
“You like how that looks?” Griff asked him.
“Jesus… Holy shit, Griff.”
Griff continued manipulating her hole with teasing strokes of his gel-coated finger. “Thinking about stuffing your huge dick in there?”
Even as Erica gasped, both thrilled and apprehensive, Corey hesitated. “I’ve never done that to anyone. I don’t want to hurt her.”
“Show off,” Griff drawled. He murmured in Erica’s ear. “Have you ever had anyone in your ass before?”
Erica shook her head. “But I have…” she stumbled over the humiliating confession, “…toys.”
Pulling back, Griff stared at her. This time when he laughed it was a sound full of admiration. “Erica Shannon, you are my kind of woman. You want me to fuck this beautiful, tight ass of yours, don’t you? You naughty little tart.”
Erica blushed at his teasing, at the unexpected deliciousness of being called a tart when she’d never been anything but prim and ladylike. At least never before tonight.
With a groan of tortured disappointment, Corey withdrew from her body to give Griff room. Griff’s lightly haired thighs pressed against the back of hers as he nudged at her back entrance with the head of his penis.
The first press of his shaft into her body made Erica still. “Relax,” he told her, and with a long release of breath she did. Her body grew more pliant, allowing her to accept Griff’s careful entry.
Erica lost her breath, so stunned was she by the shock of sensations. There was a level of discomfort she could never have been entirely prepared for, no matter how many times her toys had been put to use. Griff remained motionless, letting her grow accustomed to having him seated so deep inside her. She felt the ragged draw and exhale of his breath on her back and knew he wanted to move faster, but he refrained. For her sake.
He snaked a hand around her body, finding the thatch of springy wet curls at her front. He flicked a finger over the flowering bud of nerves buried within. The spike of pleasure was intense. She rocked back against him in reaction. Then he began to move his cock in her ass with confident strokes while he increased the pressure on her clit with his finger.
The urge to hurtle at high speed to the end welled inside her. “Oh God, Griff. Griff…”
“Easy.” He moved his hand away from her mound and shortened the length of his thrusts. “It gets better.”
Better? Any better and she might shatter. Yet she knew he was right when he removed her hands from the wall, holding her steady with his sturdy body while Corey stepped around to stand before her.
He was so big. His chest was smooth, the lightly tanned skin packed full of strong, well-defined muscles. His penis was beautiful, sprouting from the patch of thick dark hair between his legs like a promise.
“God, Erica.” Corey stepped forward, but Griff put a hand on his chest to stop him from grabbing her and stuffing her full of his cock in one desperate plunge.
Griff’s hand remained on Corey’s chest, the tanned fingers splayed over his pectoral. Corey looked over her shoulder at Griff, something passing between them in the eye contact. A secret, a mystery Erica wasn’t sure she should be privy to. If there was more to Griff and Corey’s relationship than met the eye, now wasn’t the time to figure it ou
t. Right now she was willing to be selfish and concentrate on her own pleasure. Closing her eyes, she let her head drop back on Griff’s shoulder.
Griff withdrew from her body slowly, making Erica yelp in protest. But a moment later he held her by the legs and lifted her up, opening her wide so Corey could step into the V made by her thighs.
His hard chest brushed the sensitive tips of her breasts. The need for release was so thinly stretched that her feminine muscles clenched at the scant contact. Corey’s chest vibrated with the rumbling noise he made, as though he shared the precipice on which she teetered.
“Wrap your legs around him, Erica.”
She did as Griff instructed, and the instant her feet met at the base of Corey’s spine his cock cleaved a path all the way to the door of her cervix.
Erica clutched Corey’s shoulders, her fingernails digging deep into the flesh. His face was a mask of ecstasy and restraint as he moved inside her. He filled her utterly, crowding into her feminine spaces and bringing her to life.
Into her ear, Griff murmured, “I’m going to come back inside you now.”
Corey withdrew enough to allow Griff entry. Griff groaned as he sank his cock into her in one gliding motion. Corey supported her with his strong frame while Griff pumped into her ass a few frantic times. Then he slowed once more, allowing Corey to ease her pussy over his erection.
They were both inside her, filling and extending her body to its outer limits.
“God, God, God.” She buried her face in Corey’s neck and held him so tight her arms shook.
“Is it okay?” Corey asked.
She wriggled between them, her flesh sliding between Corey’s chest and Griff’s back. “It’s unbelievable. Please, I want you to move.”
“You want us to fuck you,” Griff murmured in her ear. “Say it like that. I want to hear those dirty words coming out of your prim, schoolteacher mouth.”
Griff punctuated his statement with a slow rotation of his hips. “Oh God, yes.” Erica relented. “Fuck me, please. I want you both to fuck me.”
