Unwrapped

He caught her hips in his hands as he started to thrust and retreat. He didn’t go deep, not at first. Taking care of her as always.

“All right?” His fingers spanned her stomach, pulling her backward a little to change the angle. She gasped, and he immediately stilled. “Want me to stop?”

“No, stupid. Can’t you feel how she’s creaming around your dick?” Shaking his head, Matt knelt in front of them. When she thought she couldn’t deal with any more sensation, he leaned forward and licked her right above where she

and Tristan were linked. Then he licked Tristan’s cock too, before her juicy pussy swallowed it again.

“Christ, that’s so hot. You’re incredible. Watch him fuck you, Cait.”

Shocked at how indescribably dirty it was to watch Tristan’s cock push in and out of her, she stared. She bit her lip at the mini explosions that went off inside her, trying to hold back. Not yet. She didn’t want to come so soon. Tristan was inside her. Finally. She didn’t want it to end.

Ever.

Matt’s tongue flattened against her clit. Fiery need gripped her as she fought to get more of Tristan’s cock and feel more of Matt’s talented tongue.

“Baby, I can’t hold on. Can’t. Sorry,” Tristan grunted, almost shocking her out of her own impending orgasm. He was sorry? “Oh fuck. Oh Caity.”

When he shouted her name as he came, his hips thrashing madly against hers, his breath a hot gust against her back, tears sprang into her eyes. She loved him so much. She hated that she’d hurt him. Worse, that she’d likely do it again.

But she couldn’t concentrate on tears, not when Matt was still between their legs, licking Tristan’s balls, sucking her clit, driving her crazy. An inferno of heat swept over her body, and her painfully erect nipples tightened even further. Then Matt sealed his lips around her clit and pulled.

Pleasure drenched her as her body clenched and released, her pussy flooding yet again. From what seemed like far away, she heard Matt groan and figured he'd probably made himself come too. The climax shot through her harder than all the rest, leaving her weak and sweaty and damn near unconscious.

This orgasm—the best of the best—had come from all their efforts. Something the three of them had shared, had given each other. There was no point in denying it.

A few minutes later, one of them picked her up and carried her off to bed. By then she couldn’t even open her eyes to check which. Soft lips glanced off her temple, along with words of love that followed her into sleep.

Chapter 8

Matthew woke in heaven. Or at least that was how it felt to wake up in his gigantic bed with Cait snuggled against one side and Tristan against the other, though he’d stolen all the covers and left both Matt and his darling Caity bare. Completely bare, as all three of them were sleeping nude.

He tightened his arm around Cait and pressed a kiss to her hair. She didn’t stir. He grinned. No fucking wonder. The girl had been a damn coming machine the night before.

She shifted her thigh against his, and his cock woke up, painfully. Christ, he’d probably have to go in the bathroom and take care of things himself. It wasn’t even light out yet, and already he was sporting morning wood.

A couple of minutes later, Tristan jerked awake, his long body sliding against Matt’s before he rolled away and headed off toward the bathroom. Yep, another middle-of-the-night wood. He’d felt the prominent shape of it against his back.

His grin broadened. Maybe he should go help his buddy out.

Carefully he untangled himself from Cait and followed Tris into the bathroom.

“You mind?” Tris said as he glanced up and saw him in the doorway. He wasn't touching himself but had braced his hands on the sink as if he were fighting some internal war. Nothing unusual there.

“Nope,” Matt said cheerfully, well aware Tristan always woke surly. More than once they’d met just like this in the bathroom in the latest part of the night, just before sunrise, desperate to get one more quick orgasm in before Cait woke. They’d become adept at being quiet, at stifling their shouts on each other’s shoulders.

Or with a cock stuffed in their mouth. Whichever applied.

“She’ll wake up,” Tristan began, though his protests were short-lived. He turned, his raging hard-on gripped in his fist. “She needs to sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah. Save the whales and protect the kittens later.” Matt grabbed a handful of Tristan’s hair and pulled his mouth closer for a rough kiss. Stubble scraped his cheeks as he slanted his mouth over his friend’s, stabbing his tongue deep in a graceless imitation of what he yearned to do with his cock. He didn’t have to check his strength, and he didn't have to seduce. This would be just a quick climax, with little foreplay and no expectation of romance.

He expected Tris to pull away and command him to suck his cock. His mood from earlier that evening had shifted to stony silence, and Matt was pretty sure he wouldn't bother tempering his demands. He didn’t care. His throat already ached for Tristan’s stiff length, and he craved the salty flavor of his release. Making Tris come was no hardship.

But he didn’t demand anything. Instead Tristan deepened the kiss, his hands coming up to cup the back of Matt’s head as his tongue plundered Matt’s mouth.

They didn’t normally kiss like this. Hell, a lot of times they didn’t kiss at all. But he found himself curling his fingers around Tris’s biceps and leaning in, hungry for this new side to his best friend.

Tristan shifted his kisses to Matt’s neck, and his lips were soft and hot as they trailed over his throat and skimmed his Adam’s apple. He didn’t nibble or bite or add that quicksilver edge of pain both enjoyed, but it still felt so damn good.