Unwrapped

“Matt,” he said in a low voice. “Come here.”

“Say please.”

“You wish. Get over here. Or I won’t let you have her first.”

She whimpered as Matt came closer, his heavy footfalls echoing on the rough-hewn plank floor. “Maybe—”

“Be quiet.” She moaned at Tristan’s directive, but he was pretty sure she wasn’t feeling any pain. God, how long had she been as desperate for them as they were for her? “You wanted this. You’re about to get it.”

Tristan moved out of the way to give Matt room to kneel between her outstretched legs. Without a word, he dove in.

She cried out at the first swipe of Matthew’s tongue, sliding through her slick folds like a miniature whip. Tristan had been on the receiving end of that tongue and could only imagine what it felt like on Caity’s dripping sex. He’d been with a lot of women, but damned if he could remember one so aroused. Or that responsive, her hips bucking with every one of Matt’s sensual lashes.

He licked her for a long time, spreading the engorged lips of her labia to reveal her distended clit surrounded by a pool of cream. “Check that out,” he said in a reverent voice, giving Tristan room to get a good look. “I bet she’s a squirter.”

“Huh?” Caity sounded as if she’d run three miles. Her chest heaved, pushing her breasts up and out so her tight nipples stood in stark relief.

“Think you’re going to have to explain to her what that is.”

God knows he couldn’t, not right now. He had more pressing matters to attend to. Like unzipping his ridiculously restrictive trousers before they strangled his cock.

“Sometimes women ejaculate.” Matt said it so matter-of-factly even Tristan groaned. “Like a guy. They come by the bucket, not the teaspoon.”

Tristan choked back a laugh, but Caity apparently didn’t think it was funny. “I’ve never done that.”

“You will.” Matt grinned and slid just the tip of his index finger inside her. She cried out as if she’d been struck with an open hand. “Give us time.”

Tristan studied her face while idly stroking his length. She was so beautiful with her features contorted with need. But he wanted to see her eyes. Had to make sure she knew exactly who was giving her this pleasure.

“I’m going to take off the blindfold. For now.”

Matt glanced up at him, a smile twisting his mouth. His normally light brown eyes were dark with arousal. “Told you he loved your eyes, Caity. Give him one of those pouty looks, and he’ll do anything for you.”

Matt went back to his task, and Tristan moved behind her. He undid the blindfold, drawing it away from her face. She craned her head back to look at him, and just as Matt said, those sexy blue eyes dug his grave and threw dirt over the top. But for once he didn’t just fall a little more in love. For once he could actually touch and taste her.

He gripped her chin and leaned down to brush her lips with his. His sweet Caity had turned into a writhing, sexual creature, almost while he watched. “How does his tongue feel?”

“So good I’m sure I’m dreaming.”

“Put your foot on his shoulder.”

“Which one?”

“You’re getting better at taking direction.” To reward her—and himself—he reached down to pinch her nipples. They were even harder and redder than just a few moments ago. She cried out again. “Shh. Unless you want something in your mouth.”

She looked right into his eyes, proving her growing boldness. “I do.”

“Oh sure.” Matt nipped her thigh. “When I made that offer, I was resoundingly rejected.”

“So switch places.” Her voice sounded husky, the perfect timbre for phone sex.

“I’m not done.” Matt raised her calf and set her left foot on his shoulder. He used his other hand to spread her thighs wide and licked his lips as he looked his fill. “Gorgeous.” He pushed two fingers inside her, his palm flexing so hard that Tristan knew his friend was having a little G-spot fun. “You were made for two hard cocks.”

She shot a nervous glance at Tristan. “Two? Is that even possible?”

Chuckling, he ran his hand through her soft, shiny hair. He kissed the side of her neck, and together they watched Matthew work. Some time ago, she’d begun shaking nonstop. Probably around the same time Matt began fingering her in earnest.

“Sure, it’s possible. Lots of things are.”