Unwrapped

“This isn’t a game,” Matt said, stroking his thumb over her lips until they quivered. “Is it, short stuff?”

She shook her head. “No. And I do want you. With everything I am.” She lifted her hand to Matt's cheek and brought his mouth to hers. “Make love to me,” she whispered, speaking to both of them. “Let me know how it feels.”

Not just sex. She ached to be swept away by desire, consumed by longing and love and desperation. To feel completely alive.

But Tristan didn’t respond to her plea. He rolled away from her and grabbed the rope, not even looking at her as he snatched her arms. She didn't struggle against the frustration leaking from his pores. If she couldn't give him what he’d asked for, she could give him her complete surrender, at least physically.

As for the rest, he’d just have to learn to deal with it. So would Matt. And somehow so would she.

Matt watched his best friends stare at each other and let out a long breath. Either tonight would end up being the best thing that ever happened to them, or it would end them for good. There didn’t seem to be any middle ground. But while there was still a chance of changing the final act, he wasn’t going to lie around and let them steal the show.

“Don’t tie her up,” he said in a low voice. “Not yet. I have a better idea.”

Before anyone could argue with him, he rose and went to the small closet. This was a tiny cabin with the barest amenities. But it had a big bed and a big refrigerator, along with a truly awesome fireplace. What more did a man need when he had his best friends and a camcorder?

He dug through the contents of the top shelf until he wrapped his hand around the small old school video camera he’d picked up for a song. Since he had a thing for what he called ‘vintage tech’, he’d bought the video camera last year to capture footage of some of the amazing array of wildlife that made its home around the cabin.

Yeah, well, he’d done that exactly once. But he’d be putting the camera to good use tonight.

After unearthing the tripod that went with it, he turned back to the bed. Both Tristan and Caity were watching him. Even in the darkness, he could sense their wariness. “Ever shot a porno, kids?”

“A…porno? You’re going to tape us with that ancient thing?” Cait’s voice rose. “No way. If that gets in the wrong hands—”

“I’ll put it in my safe-deposit box. Don’t worry. No one will ever see it but us.”

“But it’s permanent.”

“Imagine that,” Tristan said, warming to the idea. He wasn’t one to shy away from new experiences.

“Permanent only until someone hits the Delete button,” Cait added.

Matt didn’t explain how he intended to finalize the disc and make it un-rewritable. Let her think what she pleased. Considering the matter decided, he set up the camera and came back to the bed, nudging Cait aside so he could roll onto his back. “You wanted to watch, right?”

When she nodded, he patted his chest. “Come sit on my face.”

She squeezed her legs together. “More?”

“I’ll be gentle, promise.”

She climbed into position, kneeling so that she was facing his cock. She sighed when he began to explore her sensitive slit with his tongue. “You’re so good at that.”

He reached up and pinched the perfect curve of her ass. “Keep saying things like that and maybe we’ll let you come.” He craned his neck to look at Tristan, who’d yet to stop watching them. “You gonna do your part, Tris, or what? Let me give you a tip. Pornos are supposed to be hot. You’re not being hot yet.”

Cait laughed, and he caught her arms, holding them behind her back. He couldn’t wait to see how she looked on camera, all that wavy blonde hair spilling around her shoulders and over her breasts. Her pretty nipples rosy and swollen from their kisses. Her face as she finally got to see what she’d been anticipating all night.

Without directing Tristan, he knew what to do. He settled himself between Matt’s legs, not moving until Matt remembered the condoms and lube in the bedside table. He tossed them to his buddy, then went back to his juicy feast, savoring the seemingly endless trickle of cream as he employed every trick he knew.

He slid his tongue all the way inside her tight channel. Her stunned moan broke the silence just as Tristan squirted the cool lube between his cheeks. Shit. Seconds later Matt heard the definite snap of a condom. Cait fell forward over Matt’s torso and scraped her nails up his sides at the same moment the head of Tristan’s cock breached his ass.

Matt drew his knees up to give Tris more room. He spread them to accommodate Cait and her intent perusal, but the movement only impaled Tristan that much deeper.

So damn deep. Heaven.

The edge of pain from Tristan’s huge erection rapidly transformed into bliss. Dual spears of pleas

ure twined inside him, opening him up to the rush of heat caused by Tristan’s thrusts. The newness never fully wore off. For so many years, loving his best friend in this way hadn’t been a possibility. Having Cait there to share this moment only made it that much more sweet.

He raised his ass off the bed to increase the friction. To take more. The point of no return neared, and he’d be damned if he could stop it. Combined with Cait smearing her wetness all over his face, he had no control left.