Unwrapped

She didn’t admonish them anymore.

Matt tipped her face up and kissed her, exploring her lips with such slow, erotic thoroughness that Tristan lost the thread of his finger strokes and sped up, probing her harder than he meant to. Not that she seemed to mind. She bucked against him, opening up while Matt fucked her mouth with his tongue. Matt’s free hand swept down her back to her hip, pulling it up so he could bury himself inside her in one seamless stroke. She arched into his thrusts, inadvertently pushing Tristan’s flexed fingers farther every time.

Tristan nudged her forward, altering the angle of Matt’s entrance enough to give himself a prime view of Matt tunneling inside her. He could see everything. How wetness dripped down her thighs, how Matt’s shaft seemed to be engulfed by her swollen, slick folds.

And when Tristan forced his focus to their faces, how both looked as if they were teetering on the edge of bliss.

He wanted to share that bliss. No more waiting. He couldn’t.

Using his other hand, Tristan coaxed a finger inside her, making room beside Matt’s cock. They both shuddered as he started to rub, building the friction. Her inner walls clamped around them as Matt reached down to thumb her clit. He barely touched her before she went off, her pussy contracting in powerful waves that seemed to last forever. Her cries reverberated in Tristan’s head while he withdrew his finger and licked off her juice.

“You’re going to give him more of that, aren’t you?” Tris rasped. “Make him nice and wet so he comes inside you while I’m in your ass.”

Her helpless whimpers intensified when Tris slipped his fingers free of her rosette and slid his tongue inside her instead, trickling saliva and thrusting with enough suddenness to make her jerk back against him. More of her arousal trailed down her legs, glistening in the faint overhead light.

“You’re ready,” he said, hefting the rigid weight of his erection, “and so am I.”

After adding more lube, he inched the head of his cock inside her hole, expecting her to shriek and curl into Matthew. Back there she took tight to a whole new dimension. He would hurt her, and he couldn’t avoid it. He just hoped she wouldn’t hate that she’d agreed to this once they were through, because he’d want to take her ass again for damn sure.

Soon.

But she didn’t make a peep. When she clutched a pillow, Matt reached out to weave his fingers in with hers, murmuring softly as he withstood what had to be a bruising grip. Almost immediately the tight ring of muscle around Tristan’s dick eased, just enough for him to proceed.

Tristan smiled. They were so damn cute together. Something he’d marvel over later.

Much later.

Then Caity’s body clutched at him, and his attention blinked out. Tris forged on, as gently as possible. Her spine arched in silent suppliance.

God, she was so beautiful. Just right in every way.

And now she belonged to them.

Carefully, Tris pushed in and stopped, moved forward, then stopped again. He gripped the soft mounds of her ass and tipped his hips, sliding all the way in on a hot rush of breath.

Dammit. Fucking heaven.

Tris steadied himself while trying not to notice Matt’s thick cock on the other side of the thin membrane that separated them or the slippery flesh that clung to the ridges of his dick.

“All right, sweetheart?” Tris murmured, rubbing her lower back.

“She’s fine. Aren’t you?” Matt kissed her forehead and shifted, easing out before sliding home again. Sensation rippled along Tristan’s dick, and he rolled his neck forward to let it wash over him. “Show him how fine you are, Cait.”

She lifted her head from Matt’s chest and glanced back. For an instant, Tristan thought he glimpsed the glitter of tears. He stiffened, prepared to pull out. Hurting her wasn’t acceptable. Not enough to make her cry.

But she started to ride, haltingly at first, then with growing confidence.

“Move,” she gasped over her shoulder, her tousled blonde hair falling across her face.

He moved.

Buffeted between the men, she seized hold of Matt’s biceps and thrust her ass in the air. Matt pulled out, and Tristan sank in. Fuck, she took them deep, deeper.

All three of them groaned as they found their rhythm, alternating their strokes and experimenting with speed and pressure. Tristan knew he was driving her too hard, that he’d likely leave bruises on her hips as he jerked her back and forth. But if he cocked his head just right, he could see the way Matt plunged into her slick pussy, and he sure as hell could feel every excruciating inch of Matt’s hard-on.

Every grind and slide. Each warning pulse that meant their fun wouldn’t last long.

Though it was pointless, Tris tried to slow things down. He lengthened his plunges, timed them to offer a respite between. But when Caity’s body bowed as her climax claimed her and dragged Matt along for the ride, Tristan gave in. With their mingled cries filling his head, he gave one last wild thrust and flew over the edge with them.