Tris tugged the shirts over Matt’s head one at a time, pausing long enough to stroke his firm chest. The first couple of times he whisked his fingertips over Matt’s pecs, his friend didn’t react. When he drew his hand lower toward his waistband, Matt let out a soft groan, his glittering eyes meeting Tristan’s. Knowing what it took for Matt to stay still under Tristan’s ministrations made Tristan that much harder and hotter. Matt hated being vulnerable, even as he sought ways to put himself at Tristan’s mercy.
To reward him, Tristan took his time, caressing his skin with every movement. Skin that heated and burned his palm.
“Do you have any idea,” Matt said through gritted teeth, “how much I want to crack a joke right now?”
Because he did know, Tristan didn’t speak. He flipped open the button and yanked down Matt’s zippe
r over the noticeable bulge beneath. Together they worked off his jeans and boxers and tossed them aside. Matt’s erection lay flat against his stomach, the plump head already damp with arousal. As much as Tristan wanted to feel him in his mouth, taste the flavor of him letting go, he had someone else to undress.
Tristan walked around to Caity’s side of the bed, unable to resist running his hand down her shiny blonde hair. She whimpered as he drew his fingers down the strap of her bra, then went to work on the clasp. Her breasts sprang free, as tempting as Matt’s thick cock, but he only grazed her yearning flesh with his thumbs before continuing downward to her thong. Only then did he realize it was see-through, baring her shaved sex.
He shot her a speculative glance. “Do you like it like this?”
She lifted a shoulder as he tangled his fingers in the strings at her hips. “I did it for you guys.”
“Do it for you,” he said, dropping a kiss on her forehead before he pulled her panties down her legs and threw them over his shoulder. “We love you any way you want to be.”
Her smile careened through him and left him light-headed all over again. “Smooth talker.”
“Mmm. Smooth is the name of the game tonight,” he said, bending her knees toward her chest. He gave her one thorough lick, paying special attention to her swollen lips, her stunned moans pushing him to dart his tongue inside.
“You still taste like a ripe peach. So juicy.”
Much as it pained him to leave her, he moved across the bed to lie between Matt’s legs. One wet slide of Tristan’s mouth was all it took to have his friend shuddering. Tris nuzzled Matt’s sac, tonguing it with the pressure he knew Matt preferred.
Continuing his carnal torment, Tristan took one of his balls between his lips and pulled lightly before giving the other the same treatment. He could smell Matt’s excitement, and the dark, heady aroma made Tris’s head swim. He reached up to stroke Matt’s massive erection, following the path of his hand with his mouth. When he reached the tip, he started to suck, his focus drawn inexorably to Matt’s face.
Matt clenched the sheets and tipped back his head, his dark lashes fluttering against his cheeks. His lack of commentary had to be some kind of record. But he didn’t stay silent. His breath whistled between his teeth, and he grunted with every lap and suck.
After another moment, Tristan returned to Caity, and this time he lingered. He bathed her in wetness, trickling more over her clit so her shiny pearl stood out for him to lick. Her hips flew upward and her legs closed, capturing him in his sweet, wet prison.
Slipping lower, he jabbed his tongue into her slit. Warm liquid met his thrusts, slickening his mouth. He opened her up again, pressing his face fully into her hungry pussy. She was so frigging hot.
So his. So theirs.
Though he ached to go faster, he fucked her slowly with his tongue. So slowly she could only gasp.
She grabbed his head. “God, I’m—”
When she broke off, he glanced up. Matt had his hands full of her breasts, and he was attacking her mouth in a mimic of Tristan’s shallow strokes.
Tristan smiled and resumed his task. Finally. They weren’t instructing each other or playing games, as fun as they could be. They were just responding to each other. Just enjoying.
Then their mutual enjoyment went to a whole new level.
As if they’d coordinated it perfectly, his two lovers advanced on Tris together and pushed him onto his back on the mattress. Caity undulated her body against his, rubbing, grinding. She pressed her breasts to his chest and kissed him with unrestrained passion while firm lips and strong suction worked his cock.
Caity’s head fell back when Matt parted her swollen folds, gathering her juice. A moment later a slick finger probed Tristan’s hole, an invasion he welcomed. Another finger joined in, and Tris gripped Caity’s arms harder than he meant to.
Her eager cry soothed him. He didn’t want to hurt her, but God, Matt knew just how to finger fuck him, flexing and pumping, bearing down with his knuckles and his mouth in tandem.
Tris closed his eyes and gave in to the pleasure, only to feel another warm, wet pair of lips join the intimate torture. She didn’t suck him, didn’t even lick his cock. She kissed his stomach, his hips, his inner thighs. Butterfly kisses meant to prod his lust without any hope of satisfying it. His back arched when her attention moved to the underside of his erection while Matt sank deeper than before.
So damn deep Tris groaned.
Their sensual teasing went on for a while, so long that Tris’s legs tensed and locked and his skin dampened. Fingers and mouths and tongues explored him, provoking laughter and sobbing groans in equal measure. Not all were his, when he could get a hold of a handful of water-pale breasts or rock-hard flesh.
Without knowing quite how it happened, Tris ended up reclining against the pillows with Caity in his arms and Matt crowding close to his back, his friend’s erection impossibly rigid against his ass. Despite the heavy pants filling the room, the pace changed drastically. Matt nuzzled his neck while Tristan did the same to Caity, enjoying every shuddery breath she took.