When he started to toss it, Tristan beckoned him closer. “You scared of me all of a sudden?” Tristan asked.
“No. Of course not.”
Matt came around the bed and worked the towel over his friend’s chest, trying to ignore his cock’s immediate interest in the proceedings. He dried Tristan’s muscled shoulders and back—and even his ass—without difficulty. But when he reached Tristan’s notable erection, he swallowed and swiped the towel up and down without looking any more than he had to.
If he was going to try to figure out how to cool things down between the three of them, at least while his mom was in town, he might as well start by not responding to Tristan’s boners as if he wanted to do his best impression of Pavlov’s dog and get down on all fours.
“So what if I told you to take care of this?” Tristan asked, circling the base of his length with his fingers.
Matt swallowed and tossed aside the towel. He cast a quick glance at Cait, unconscious and curled up on her side on the bed. Water droplets glistened on her curves. “We need to dry her off,” he began.
“It’s warm in here. She’ll be fine for a couple of minutes.” Tristan gripped Matt’s hair, a subtle, sexy dominance he never would’ve allowed any other man. “Now suck.”
Matt got down on his knees and did as requested. The long, slow pulls of his mouth on Tristan’s hard-on provided a counterpoint to Matt’s erratic tugs on his own dick. He could feel the orgasm swelling in both of them, heightening the flavor of musk as he shifted to playfully tug on Tristan’s sac, building the overwhelming tightness in his own balls. While he alternated his attention between Tristan’s shaft and beneath, his best friend wove his fingers through his hair. He touched him so gently that even the hard cock in Matt’s mouth couldn’t distract him from the sting in his throat.
Better get over it. This isn’t permanent.
Caught up in his thoughts, Tristan’s sudden jerk and thrust shocked him, especially when followed by salty spurts of the liquid he knew so well. As if Matt’s erection were separate from his mind, his own cock went off, triggered by Tristan’s repeated groans and shudders. Matt stared down in wonderment at the thick white drops splashing all over his chest even as his body convulsed.
Christ on a cracker, now he was coming without being fully aware of it. Who the hell had waking wet dreams?
Tristan reached for one of the towels and cleaned himself up, then did the same to Matt. Just when Matt thought he’d gotten off scot-free, Tristan narrowed his eyes. “Wherever you just went in your head, hope there’s room for three.”
Before Matt could scramble for a reply, Tristan headed into the bathroom and shut the door.
Cait yawned herself awake and burrowed her nose in the pillows. Mmm, she could smell Matt. His minty gum, his equally crisp aftershave. The spicier notes of Tristan’s, along with that expensive cologne he sometimes wore that acted as an instant nipple activator. She’d had the best dream about them going down on her for so long that she came and came. There had been another dream too, one even more dirty and decadent.
Sighing, she squeezed her thighs together at the little trickle of warmth between them. Still wet. Still aroused. What had they done to her?
Could they do it some more? Pretty please?
“She’s up.” Tristan’s low voice sounded beside her. The TV show she’d only been dimly aware of clicked off.
“Mmm, about time.” From behind, Matt’s arm circled her waist. He snuggled against her, his smooth, half-hard length nestling into the cleft of her ass. “Sleep well, snoozing beauty?”
When he moved just right and she felt a hot, forbidden glimpse of his bare flesh between her legs, she let herself imagine fucking him without a condom. Fucking both of them that way. Feeling every inch of their stiff cocks stretching her open.
As much as she wanted that, she wouldn’t take the chance. Couldn’t. Way too dangerous. Even though she was on the pill, she’d be risking a hell of a lot just for some pleasure.
Just to feel all of them, moving with her.
She forced back a shiver. “Yeah, slept okay,” she said in a scratchy voice. “Sorry, champagne went straight to my head.”
“Fun to watch you sleep.” Tristan lay down beside her and wrapped a lock of her hair around his finger. His lips softly met hers, eased back, then returned again. “Now it’ll be fun to wake you up.”
Even if she had still been asleep, she could’ve heard the seductive promise in his voice. “What do you have in mind?”
Matt tweaked her sensitive nipples, and she arched her back. He slid his cock between her ass cheeks, up and down in a slick motion that dampened her thighs even more.
“Hope you have extra sheets,” she said to Matt. “Since I’m ruining these.”
His warm chuckle had her eager nipples budding under his touch. “Ruin all my sheets, baby. That’s the sign of a good weekend in my book.”
“So why don’t you tell us what you were dreaming about,” Tristan suggested, slipping his hand between her sticky legs. His groan proved what she already knew. “That got you all wet and bothered.”
“Hot. It’s supposed to be hot,” Matt said.
“That too.” Tristan feathered his tongue over the pulse point at the base of her neck. “Tell us.”