“Oh my God,” Eden whispers, panting as her hips roll against the bed. “Please, Matt… please.”
I hold her down, letting my hand trace her spine from the top of that thong all the way up to the lacy bra she’s still wearing. I pop it open, not daring to look at Matt again, but not needing to right now, either.
Fuck, Eden’s sexy.
“I like it when Eden screams,” I say, pushing the bra off her shoulders and pulling her long hair out of the way so I can kiss the back of her neck. “Do you want to do that for us, princess?”
“Oh, Lord,” she says, burying her face in a pillow with a shaky laugh. “I want a whole bunch of things right now that I feel like I shouldn’t.”
“Sounds good to me,” Matty says with a wicked smile.
He grabs onto her hip and rocks her back toward him, pulling her up to her knees, and I take advantage of the moment to slip her bra the rest of the way off and then reach under her to fill my hands with those lush breasts I adore.
Eden whimpers, looking up at me, and I roll her nipples between my fingers until I get her panting.
“There’s no shouldn’t if you want it, Eden,” I tell her, needing her to be just as into this as Matty and I are if it’s going to be good. “Giving you what you want is hot as hell… and you know you like to scream.”
She bites that gorgeous lip of hers, sort of laughing through it, but then it turns into a down and dirty do-me moan, and I look back to see that Matty’s got his boxers shoved down around his thighs now.
His cock is out and in hand, and he’s rubbing it between her legs, her panties pulled to one side, just like I wanted. He’s not inside her yet, just rocking his hips forward and back, letting that thick, uncut cock of his slide over the top of her pussy, getting his shaft nice and wet as he lets her grind down against it. And fuck, is she ever. She’s rolling that pretty ass of hers back against him, and when she slips one hand underneath herself, reaching back and under, I know for sure she’s giving him some added friction—letting him push his cock through the tight space between her palm and her pussy—by the hot-as-fuck sound of his groan.
“Jesus, Eden,” he says, eyes dropping closed as his muscles tense and release, moving with the maddeningly slow rhythm as his breath starts to come a little harder. “Gonna feel so damn good… to be… inside you.”
“Oh, fuck.” I need to get my own zipper down before my dick explodes. “That’s fucking hot, Matty.”
I shove my pants down to my hips and thrust up through my fist, hard and fast, groaning. Fuck getting all the way naked right now, I need immediate relief.
“Matt,” Eden says, moaning. “Oh, God, oh please.”
She’s rocking back against him, and I can tell she’s starting to feel a little urgency, a little desperation, but Matty… he’s torturing her.
“You’re gonna be so tight when I get inside… so hot… but feels good now, too, doesn’t it, beautiful? Just like this? Feels… nice,” Matt says, drawing out the last word into a slow hiss. He’s staring down at his own cock as he rubs it against her, over and over, and his voice is just slurred enough to remind me that he is feeling pretty nice right about now.
From the sexy-as-fuck sounds Eden’s making, a little intoxication doesn’t seem to be hurting his coordination any.
“That feel nice to you, beautiful?” he asks her, taking his hand off his cock to stroke her ass.
He slides his thumb under that sexy black strip of thong and runs it over the crevice between her cheeks, and when she whimpers, his face blooms with a hot smile.
“That a yes, baby?” he teases her, centering in on her pucker. He doesn’t wait for an answer, though, just starts pressing his thumb rhythmically against that little back hole while continuing to slide his cock over her pussy.
A little faster now.
Thrusting a little harder.
Practically forcing me to match that rhythm as I grind the heel of my hand against my cock and feel my own hole clench with excitement.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” I’m chanting, not even really aware. Breathing hard and fast and fucking mesmerized.
Eden’s hand is still holding Matty’s cock against her as she rocks back against him, and when she starts getting frantic… starts begging him to fuck her… starts promising all sorts of dirty things I didn’t know our girl had it in her to say… swear to God, I’m pretty sure I’m going to come if he doesn’t hurry up and do it.
“You got condoms in here, Matty?” I grit out, squeezing my dick hard to keep it in check. “I think… think our girl wants a little something more, you know?”
He looks up at me with a hot smile, then jerks his head toward the nightstand.
I do him a solid and get one out for him, then ask a question I probably shouldn’t as I hand it over.
“You gonna be able to suit up one-handed, bro?”
“Why, you offering to help me out, Johnny?” he asks, pinning me with a look that I’m definitely seeing through my own haze of lust, because fuck if it doesn’t make my cock start to leak with excitement as I misread it. Or fuck, maybe I don’t? Because then he winks at me and adds, “You know I’m no good as a leftie.”
Truth is, he’s gotten a hell of a lot better with that left hand over the last month or so, but I’m just lost enough in the moment not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I mean, I guess it would make more sense to have Eden be the one to help him out, you know? But when I look at her, she just gives me a hot look that tells me she’s not offering on purpose.
“Hurry up, Johnny,” she says, practically panting. “Didn’t you say… there’s no shouldn’t if you want it?”
I groan, and she licks her lips, eyes dropping to my cock.
“And I want both of you, so come back up here when you’re done.”
I grin. That, I can definitely do.
Eden laughs, cheeks pinking up again like she’s just realized how forward she’s been. Which I fucking adore, by the way, but which I’m getting the impression isn’t her usual style. Then she gasps when Matty gives her a sharp smack on the ass.
“Naughty, naughty,” he says, stroking the pink that blooms on her pale skin where his hand landed. “Quit distracting my help, beautiful. You know what happens to naughty girls, yeah?”
“Oh my God.” Her words come out with a breathless little laugh—one part self-conscious, one part turned-the-fuck on—that gets muffled when she buries her face in a pillow and adds, “Please tell me you fuck them.”
Matty is still stroking her gorgeous ass, fingers slipping under that little black thong to tease her, but now he’s looking at me with an evil grin that I also fucking adore.
“We can start with that,” he answers Eden, arching a brow as he holds my gaze. “If… my boy ever follows through with that help he promised me.”
Oh Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Does he actually want my hands on his cock?
I don’t know what Matty’s thinking right now and I’m not going to worry about second-guessing it until later, I just move. I use my teeth to open the foil wrapper, reaching for him with my other hand, and then—holy shit, I’ve got his cock in my hand.
The minute I touch it, swear to God, mine swells to double its size and I almost shoot then and there.
Matty hisses through his teeth, staring down at my hand wrapped around him, and his thick length jerks against my palm so I have to bite back a moan that would give me away for sure.
“You boys sound like you’re having fun back there,” Eden says, twisting around like a cat to stare at us. She licks her lips. “Oh, Lord. That’s hot.”
“Just… just doing a good deed here,” I manage, praying that Matt won’t suddenly freak out on me. I shit you not, though, his cock almost feels better in my hand than my own… and damn if I haven’t been thinking about touching him like this since we both hit puberty.
The fact that he’s not really asking me to help him out the way I’d like to doesn’t take away one bit from the part of me that’s
fifty shades of turned-the-fuck on, just to finally have him in my hand, and when he makes another sound low in his throat, I give him one good stroke without thinking.
Whether I’m trying to distract him from any impending freak-out or drive him to one, I don’t know, I just know I can’t not. But then I realize what the fuck I’m doing and get it together quick, rolling the condom down his shaft with my other hand and… okay, yeah, adding in one more stroke just to make sure it’s on there good.
And then one more, because after that one, he thrusts up into my hand with a hot groan that makes it impossible not to keep going.
“Oh my God,” Eden pants, saving me again before I totally forget myself. “Boys, seriously, keep that up and it will totally do it for me.”
She’s still up on all fours, still twisted around to watch us, but now she’s got one hand between her legs, thighs clenched tight around it as she rocks on her own fingers. Whatever self-consciousness she had before has been completely replaced by something more urgent, and can’t say I blame her one bit.
“Fuck,” Matty whispers, watching her as she starts to moan, working her fingers faster.
No matter what she says, Eden needs to be fucked, and she needs to be fucked now. I make myself let go of Matt’s cock, and he immediately spanks her ass.
“Ohhhhhh,” she gasps, lurching forward with a hot moan.
He pulls her hand away from herself and pushes her shoulders down to the bed. “We’re gonna take care of this for you, beautiful,” he says, not leaving any room for argument.
“Please please please,” she’s whispering, thighs trembling as he starts tracing the back of her thong all the way down to her wet center.
He takes himself in hand, then looks at me.
“Push those aside for me, Johnny.”
I’m getting a little desperate to do something about my own throbbing cock, but not gonna lie—denying myself has never felt so good. If I come just from watching the two of them? Touching the two of them?
No complaints.
None.
“You ready for this, princess?” I ask Eden, my hand brushing Matty’s tip as I pull the slip of black silk to one side for him.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly. And then, as Matt lines himself up with her entrance and starts easing into her, inch by inch— “Yes yes yes yes, oh my God, yes.”
That thick, beautiful cock of his is forcing the hottest fucking sounds I’ve ever heard from her mouth, and nope. No more denying myself. I’m on the verge of exploding, my dick throbbing like it’s going to go off all on its own if I don’t do something about it.
“Jesus fuck,” I whisper, doing something about it. I lick my lips, stroking myself with a tight grip as I watch him start to fuck her, and even though Eden’s telling us without words how much she likes it, I can’t stop myself from asking, “That good for you, princess?”
“Y-y-yes,” she stutters as Matt bottoms out. And then, when he pulls back and drives himself home again, she moans, making my cock pulse so hard in my hand that for a second, I think I’m done.
Not yet, though.
Not… fucking… yet.
“You like… feeling Matty… fill you like this?” I ask her, panting now. Speeding up my own strokes as I unconsciously match the rhythm he’s fucking her with. “You like… that big cock inside you, princess?”
“Fuck, Johnny,” Matty grunts, half-laughing. “You trying to make me go off early?”
“Just making sure the lady’s enjoying herself,” I say, even though yeah, maybe talking about his cock is more about me stoking my own fire.
Kinda hot to know it works on him, too.
And Eden? Holy hell. She’s giving us that same porn-worthy soundtrack I remember from when I fucked her before. The way she lets herself go during sex is such a fucking turn-on. Especially when she pushes herself back up to all fours and pants out my name.
“Johnny,” she says, twisting to look back at me. “Come… come… come…”
“Not yet, beautiful,” Matty says, spanking her hard on one cheek, then earning another sweet moan when he makes up for it by driving deep into her again. He leans over her, whispering in her ear, “My boy deserves… a little help with coming… yeah?”
She gasps, half-laughing. “I didn’t mean… I don’t want him to… I want him to come up here. So I can… can…”
“Good girl,” Matt says, not making her say it. He slows his pace for a minute as he strokes her curves, winking at me. “Take that thing up to Eden,” he says, his eyes sliding down my body and landing on my cock.
It tries to leap right out of my hand.
I stare at him staring at me, and don’t even realize I’m frozen until he smirks.
“Didn’t you hear her say she wants it, Johnny?”
My cock jerks again, and—oh, Jesus. I’m kneeling in front of Eden’s face before I even remember moving, my brain shutting down as my dick takes over completely. And Eden… dammmmmmmmmmmmmmn. The girl doesn’t hold back. Has me in her mouth and halfway down her throat before I even know what hits me.
Hot.
Wet.
Fast and sloppy and so good my eyes roll back in my head. I brace one arm on the headboard behind me and guide her head down with my other, up and down, up and down, torn between watching her enraptured face as she swallows me and the sight of Matty, driving into her from behind.
“Fuck,” I whisper, heat racing down my spine. Shooting up my thighs. Pooling in my balls until they feel like they’re about to burst.
And then they do.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” I grit out, hips stuttering against Eden’s face as my release rips through me. I come, so hard and fast I don’t even have a chance to warn her. I’m gasping with it, fucking wrecked, and she won’t let me go. Swallows as much as she can. Only comes off me when she finally starts to come, too. She falls forward into my arms and she starts to shake with it, sobbing out her release as Matty keeps pounding her from behind.
“Johnny… Matt… Johnny… Matt.”
And when Matt finally comes with a hoarse shout, collapsing on top of her and then rolling off to the side, all three of us end up in a sweaty tangle of limbs and perfect fucking satisfaction that even I don’t have any excess energy to move away from.
As if I’d want to.
As if I’d ever want to.
Because this right here? It’s as close to perfect as I’m ever going to get, you know?
At least until Matty wakes us both up in the middle of the night, and we go for perfect all over again.
14
Eden
Lately, Matt with his shirt off is enough to have me thinking dirty thoughts, but when the view is topped by a big old pout? My lips twitch. I guess I shouldn’t think it’s cute, but I’ve been thinking all sorts of things about him lately that maybe I shouldn’t.
About him and Johnny both.
“Pretty sure Doc Holloway is going to cut me out of this thing today,” Matt says, twisting and turning his cast in front of his face, like he thinks he’s suddenly developed x-ray vision.
I cover my mouth, stifling a giggle.
“What?” he asks, pinning me with a look. “You don’t think so?”
“It hasn’t even been five weeks yet, Matt,” I say in the soothing voice I sometimes use with patients.
The pout is instantly back, and this time I do laugh. He isn’t the world’s worst patient, as Johnny likes to claim, but if I’m honest, he is a bit of a baby about the whole thing.
Not, of course, that I’d tell him that.
The door to the examination room opens, and Matt’s pout disappears in favor of a winning smile that I’m sure he’s hoping will get him his way. I shake my head, still smiling. Does he really think charming the doctor is going to magically heal his bones faster?
“Afternoon, you two,” the cheerful, white-haired man who enters says, grinning at the two of us.
It’s not the first follow-up appointment I’ve brought Matt
to over the last month, and I’ve yet to see Dr. Holloway with any expression on his face other than a beaming smile.
“Happy one-month cast-iversary, son,” he says to Matt. And then, with a wink for me, he adds, “I see you wasted no time stripping down for your girlfriend.”
“Just trying to make it easier for you to cut me out of this thing, Doc,” Matt replies, not looking thrown at all by the girlfriend comment.
I bite my lip, trying to deny the little thrill I get at the label. Not that I’d mind being Matt’s girlfriend, but given what we’ve done with Johnny? And given that I’d be just as thrilled to be mistaken for Johnny’s girlfriend? There’s a voice in my head that tells me I should be ashamed of myself, but since my twenty-fifth birthday is less than two months away, I’ve decided to ignore that voice and give myself a pass; permission to enjoy it while it lasts.
And oh Lord, ever since we had Santiago and Nick over for dinner? Let’s just say that I’ve definitely… enjoyed myself.
Repeatedly.
I feel my skin flush with heat at the thought, and of course Matt looks up and catches my eye over the doctor’s shoulder right at that moment. He and Dr. Holloway are bantering about his treatment, but that doesn’t stop Matt from giving me a look hot enough to make my toes curl.
“Eden here could use an extra hand with a few things,” he says to the doctor, holding up his cast. Somehow, he manages to make his voice sound perfectly innocent despite the wicked glint in his eyes. “You’re not going to make me disappoint her, now are you, Doc? I like to keep her… happy.”
Dr. Holloway chuckles—there’s no way he missed the innuendo there—and I try to simultaneously glare daggers at Matt and squeeze my thighs together to contain the rush of heat.
Brat.
Dr. Holloway pats Matt’s shoulder. “You’ll just have to get creative for a few more weeks, son,” he says, turning to wink at me. “Can’t rush it if you want to get back in the field in tip-top shape.”
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