But not now.
“So it’s all about getting what you want the most?”
Her expression warned him that he’d triggered some kind of emotional backlash. This was no time to lose control of the conversation.
Rolling to his back, he brought her with him until she straddled his body. Her jeans were rough where her knees rubbed against his skin, and the seam in the crotch placed an unbelievable amount of pressure on his erection.
Holding her hips with both hands, he offered her a sardonic smile. “Sometimes it’s all about giving you what you want the most.”
“What if I don’t know what I want?”
He slid his hands underneath her turtleneck and sweater before pulling them free and tossing them aside. “I’d be happy to clear up any confusion.”
She drew her nails down the length of his stomach. “God, you’re built like a Greek statue.”
Lust sapped the strength from his muscles, and he collapsed back onto the bed. “Thought you didn’t know what you wanted.”
She caught his left nipple between her nails. “Oh, I might have a few ideas.”
Giving her a taste of her own medicine, he reached up and tweaked a nipple through the white cotton of her bra. She arched against his hand, her fingers stilling against his chest.
He used his other hand to get rid of the unnecessary barrier, flinging the bra into a dark corner of the room. With both hands, he cupped her full breasts and thumbed her nipples. They swelled into tight little buds. Her head fell backward, the length of her hair brushing his thighs as she ground her crotch against his throbbing shaft.
He was painfully erect, his cock in danger of strangling to death. Leaving her breasts, he ran his hands down her sides. It took less than a second to unbutton and unzip her jeans.
“These need to come off.” He gave her a scant second to nod before he reversed their positions. With her sweet body full length on the bed, he slid her jeans and panties down her legs until she was bare in the dim light. He paused a moment to appreciate the perfect symmetry of her firm breasts, taut belly, and gently rounded hips.
She squirmed. “Don’t stare.”
“How can I not?” He brushed his lips over her warm skin. “You’re perfect.”
Balancing his weight, he placed his knees on either side of her long legs. Her belly shrank reflexively when he traced a line from her navel to her sternum with his tongue. She sucked in a deep, anticipatory breath and squeezed her eyes shut.
“Is your pussy wet?”
“You tell me.”
God, he loved her sassy mouth! “Maybe in a minute. I’ve got something else to keep me busy at the moment.” He nuzzled her right breast and flicked his tongue across her nipple.
She clutched his biceps, pushing against him. “Don’t tease. If you can’t play fair, go back to looking.”
“I know how to be fair. Equal attention it is.” He latched on to her right nipple and suckled hard.
Her response nearly ripped the cum from his cock. She cried out, thrusting against his mouth while he sucked at her sweet flesh. He rolled the swollen bud between his tongue and teeth, tugging until she writhed. He let go with a soft pop, pulling the other nipple into his mouth for the same attention.
“Please, Seth, you’re killing me.” Her voice bordered on tears.
Shifting position, he pressed a kiss to her ear. “Tell me what you need. I want to hear exactly what you want me to do.”
He watched her wrestle with her embarrassment. “I need to come.”
“How?” He flicked the tip of his tongue around her earlobe. “Do you want me to make you come with my mouth? Do you want my fingers in your hot cunt?” Watching her carefully, he pushed further. “Or do you want my cock in your ass?”
He captured her gaze before taking her mouth in a deep, drugging kiss. Her lips parted, welcoming the bold strokes of his tongue against hers. She tasted of feminine arousal and wild, sweet passion.
He pulled back, gauging her response. It was torture to keep a tight leash on his cock. He wanted nothing more than to spread her legs and fuck her. His shaft craved the embrace of her tight channel with a crazy intensity he could hardly control.
“I’ve never done that before.” Her eyes were bright with apprehension.
He ground his jaw to keep control. “Then best to experiment with that when I’ve got enough restraint to go slow.”
She brushed his cheek with her fingertips. “You never lose control, Seth.”
His harsh bark of laughter sounded manic in his ears. “Leslie, I want your pussy so bad I’m about to fly over the edge right now.”
She gripped his arms. “Then fuck me.”
He groaned, holding his load with sheer willpower. She moved her hands to his waistband. She tugged at his zipper until it gave. He shifted, helping her push his slacks over his hips. It felt like forever before her hot hand shoved his boxers out of the way and palmed his throbbing cock.
She swept her thumb through the bead of precum on his plum-shaped head. Closing his eyes, he locked his arms to keep from crushing her when she rubbed the silky fluid over the sensitive flange and down the shaft until she reached his short pubic hair.
“Please, Seth.” Her voice came from the end of a tunnel. “I need you inside me.”
His balls convulsed, and another spurt of precum spilled from his cock. He wished silently for Joshua, for an experienced hand to twist his sac and force him to go slow. Between the two of them, it was impossible to leave a woman unsatisfied. Pounding himself into quick oblivion would leave Leslie hanging.
That he wouldn’t do.
Freeing his shaft from her hands, he put his own pleasure aside and focused on Leslie. Retreating slowly down the length of her torso, he stopped at the apex of her thighs. She quivered when he grasped her legs and pulled them up over his shoulders. His fingers trembled when he reached down and spread her labia.
Her soft cry of surprise was nearly his undoing. The sheets were sandpaper against the sensitive skin of his cock. He burned to be inside her hot channel, but he wanted her ready to climax first. He wanted her to come apart around him when he marked her with his cum.
One long, slow lick from one end of her slit to the other and she was straining against his hold. She tasted like heaven, sweet with a hint of feminine salt.
He’d had her like this once before, but a faint memory didn’t do the intoxicating scent of her any justice. Her labia were plump and slick with her juices. He nuzzled her pussy, flicking his tongue through her tightly closed petals until a rush of fresh cream had him lapping at her like a starving man. Her clit was engorged to the point where he could take it in his mouth and suckle it with gentle insistence.
She stiffened, and he felt her orgasm building. He traced her contours one last time to savor the complex flavor on his tongue. Brushing a kiss against her sensitive inner thigh, he pulled back and lowered her hips to the bed. By the time he positioned the head of his cock to enter her, his control was gone.
She clenched the sheets, her body poised at the edge of release. He gripped his iron-hard shaft in one hand and braced his weight on the other, trying to go slow.
“Fuck me,” she demanded in a hoarse voice.
He drove inside with one long thrust, seating himself balls-deep inside her tight channel. Smooth muscles clenched against his length, bearing down and pulling him deeper until he pressed against the sweet spot that would bring her with him into ecstasy.
Sweat ran down his chest and back. “I can’t hold back, Leslie.”
“Come inside me, Seth. Come now!”
Joshua froze in the act of tossing his keys on the kitchen countertop. Anticipation gnawed at his gut. His senses on full alert, he took the stairs two at a time and went automatically to his doorway.
Oh God.
Joshua’s shoulder hit the door frame as his knees nearly buckled at the sight before him. Seth’s guttural moans were punctuated by Leslie’s sweet cries as he drove his cock
into her pussy. Both were too swept away by the impending moment of climax to register his presence.
Seth’s expression twisted into lines of concentration as he fought the aching need to come. In seconds Joshua’s cock was in his hand, and he was pumping his shaft in rhythm with Seth’s ragged thrusts.
As if called by their connection, Seth’s eyes opened, and their gazes locked. His erratic pace steadied, his thrusts into Leslie’s wet pussy keeping time with Joshua’s long strokes.
Joshua reveled in every detail. The arch of her back and the bounce of her gorgeous breasts as her nipples pouted for attention. Wine-red hair spilled across his sheets in a silky mass he longed to caress. Her delicate brows were drawn in an expression that seemed poised at the edge of bliss. He wanted to join them. He longed to touch and kiss her sweet body and push her just a fraction higher before allowing them both to release.
Seth moaned again, picking up the pace. Joshua matched him, a spurt of precum making his hand slide like silk over his head and shaft. The wet sound of Seth’s cock sliding in and out of Leslie’s sweet pussy and the heady scent of her arousal blanketed his senses. He groaned, his climax overtaking him just as Seth gave one final thrust and spilled his seed deep in her body.
Taking an iron hold on the base of his shaft, Joshua moved blindly through Seth’s bedroom to their shared bathroom. Bracing one hand against the wall, he straddled the toilet and let his semen pour into the water.
Even when the last pulse of fluid had left his cock dry, he stood with his head bowed, hating that he’d been too weak to turn and walk away.
Chapter Four
Leslie’s stomach growled like a rabid animal. The sensation dragged her back from sleep, and she sat up. Glowing numbers on the bedside clock read 1:00. Beside her, Seth slumbered away peacefully on his stomach. One arm was thrown in her direction, as if he’d intended to pin her down and never let her go.
It wasn’t a bad thought.
Silly, silly girl.
Except she had no desire for long-term entanglements. Especially not those involving two men who’d probably slept with every unattached woman in Boston. Casual sex was fine, but she knew better than anyone that such things didn’t last. She had far too many skeletons in her closet to play spin the bottle with her personal life.
Flinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she located her jeans. They were wadded up in a ball on the floor, not an appetizing choice for attire in the wee hours of the morning. Her sweater was in somewhat better condition. She disengaged it from the turtleneck, tugged it over her tangled hair, and covered her bare breasts. Fishing around in the stack of half-folded laundry beside Joshua’s chair, she came up with a pair of sweats. They were about a million sizes too big, and the legs pooled around her feet. She cinched the drawstring waist around her hips. If she could manage to walk carefully, she might avoid falling flat on her face.
Something smelled amazing. When she got to the bedroom doorway, it occurred to her that the scent of food had probably triggered her stomach’s demands. Too bad it was Joshua cooking in the kitchen. She hadn’t eaten since an early lunch between teaching classes back at school. Hunger trumped embarrassment, and she headed downstairs. If she were lucky, he wouldn’t want to discuss what she and Seth had obviously done in his bed.
The kitchen light threw contorted shadows over the wood floors. Trying not to tread on the legs of her borrowed sweatpants, she peeked around a corner to find Joshua busy at work making something that smelled beyond mouthwatering.
He was turned away, and she took a moment to appreciate the way he looked in nothing but his dark business slacks. Broad shoulders angled down to a tapered waistline. Muscles flexed and stretched as he reached for a pan and began shaking it over the stove. He had a body that demanded stroking, and her fingers itched to explore his smooth, tanned skin.
“Do you always lurk in doorways?”
Heat bloomed along her cheekbones, and she shuffled over to a barstool in her borrowed pants. “Sorry. I wasn’t sure if you wanted company.”
He glanced up for a brief moment. The single light over the stove burnished his blond hair to gold. The tousled mess looked as though he’d been stabbing his fingers though it. The planes of his face were set in hard lines. Usually there was a bit of the devil lurking in his gaze. Tonight he seemed unbelievably tense.
She wanted to make it better. She didn’t know why, but she was drawn to him.
Setting the pan back on the stove, he leaned over the counter. “Are those my sweats?”
She froze in the act of climbing onto the barstool, trying not to lose the item under discussion. “Uh, yeah actually, they are. Sorry.”
He shrugged. “They’ll wash.”
His offhanded comment stung. Apparently her scent on his clothing was akin to a nasty stain of some sort.
“You hungry?”
As if on cue, her stomach gurgled.
“You guys might want to think about sustenance before you fuck each other to death.”
Was she supposed to comment on that? His dismissive tone was beginning to piss her off. It wasn’t like she’d campaigned to get into this living situation. And the fact that she seemed to have no self-control when Seth was around wasn’t one hundred percent her fault either.
Scrambled eggs sizzled around the fresh mushrooms, bell peppers, onions, and cheese in the pan. Tilting his hand, Joshua deftly kept the concoction evenly distributed over the gas burner.
Casting about for something to ease the awkwardness, Leslie latched on to work. That was neutral, right? “Did your dinner meeting go well?”
He lifted his blue eyes, their gazes meeting briefly before he turned back to the omelet. Obviously even the most mundane question managed to irritate him. “Why do you ask?”
She gestured to the ingredients scattered across the countertop. “I’m guessing this was for your eating enjoyment before I crashed. So obviously you didn’t get enough at dinner.”
“Actually, I met a woman for drinks.”
Why was her heart rate picking up? She shouldn’t give a shit that he’d had a date on her first night in their apartment. It shouldn’t matter. He could do whatever he wanted. “Did you have a nice time?”
He carefully loosened the edges of the omelet with a spatula and flipped it over in one smooth motion. The movement could not have been more polished had he been a professional chef. “Does it matter?”
“Sorry, just trying to be polite.”
He grabbed a plate and slid the omelet from pan to shining ceramic surface without even ripping an edge. Dropping it on the placemat in front of her, he put both hands flat on the countertop. “No, really. I’m asking. Does it matter?”
Okay. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to right her sense of equilibrium. Did she even have an answer to that question? Did she care if Joshua went out with some woman, had a few drinks, and then let off a little steam in a willing pussy?
She was there for just a few weeks. Until Niles’s legal situation was under control. Until she was sure Caleb was safe. Until she had a place to live. Then she could get the hell out of their apartment and their lives forever. It wasn’t like she was looking for a long-term situation or something.
Her stomach growled again. “I need a fork.”
He was strung tight as her violin strings. Every muscle in his arms was rigid beneath his tanned skin. “What?”
She exhaled slowly, counting to five. “I need a fork. It smells good, and I’m starving.”
A fork clattered to the counter beside her plate. Without looking at Joshua, she picked it up and began shoveling food into her mouth. Shovel, chew, swallow. At first it was a relief to have an excuse to avoid that idiotic question he’d just tossed her way. A second or two more and she noted how the tangy flavor of the cheese perfectly balanced the sautéed vegetables. Unable to help herself, she closed her eyes and savored the taste.
“Shit, woman, when did you last eat?”
She took a
brief pause between bites. “This morning.”
It was hard to decide, but it almost looked as if his face softened. “What did you eat?”
“A sandwich from the vending machine at the school.” Holy crap, it was like a symphony of food soothing her stomach. Three-quarters of the plate was empty, and she slowed down as the gnawing ache in her belly eased. It was funny how things like eating regular meals could take a backseat to her student loans and credit card payments. The man probably thought she was a pig.
Who cares what Joshua thinks?
Oh, the lies you could tell to yourself.
He was staring. She could feel it. Hazarding a look from beneath her lashes, she picked at what was left on her plate and tried not to concentrate on how sexy he was.
She’d giggled over a lot of abs in her life, but his were just drool worthy. Muscle and sinew blended beautifully, every ridge curving toward the center of his body. A thin trail of downy, gold hair began just below his navel before growing coarser and more golden where it reached the low-slung waistband of his trousers. Her fingertips itched to trace each contour, to roll over each muscle before she lowered her mouth to his belly and ran her tongue through the grooves that arrowed down from his hips to his groin.
She was losing her mind.
“I thought the two of you dated as a team.”
Her quiet comment shattered the intensity of the moment, and Joshua felt his fingers loosen from the death grip they’d taken on the edge of the countertop. His balls ached, despite the load of cum he’d lost earlier.
“Well?” Her frankness unsettled him.
He willed his voice to a normal pitch. “That all depends.”
“On what? Either it’s a lifestyle choice or it’s not. You can’t have it both ways.” She finally dropped her gaze and pretended interest in what was left of her food. “At least that’s how I understood it.”
Until now, that’s how I understood it too. “In the past, we’ve always shared the same taste, but lately things have started to change.” Joshua hadn’t intended to jab at her. He had the oddest inclination to make it better, but there was too much space between them. Stepping out from behind the counter, he moved toward her.
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