“Did you hear that, O’Connor?” Ryan said. “She wants you to fuck her.”
Matt raised his head from her pussy, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Five more minutes. I’m having far too much fun down here.”
Annabelle choked out a laugh as he continued to tease her into oblivion. He sucked on her clit, his fingers plunging in and out of her, and she came again, less than two minutes into the allocated five. Groaning, Matt lapped at her pussy, then gave her one last kiss before climbing up her body. He was bigger than Ryan, his chest massive, his thighs rock-hard as he straddled her, and there wasn’t an ounce of fat anywhere on that body of his. He was incredible.
So was Ryan, who, from the corner of her eye, she saw rise from the easy chair. A pang of disappointment, along with a spark of panic, filled her stomach. Was he leaving? He’d made such a big deal about this stupid list and—nope, he was only gone for a few seconds. He strode back into the living room, his jeans undone, his dick at full-salute, and tossed a small foil packet in Matt’s direction.
Matt caught the condom skillfully, unwrapped it, and had the thing on before Annabelle knew it. Ryan settled in his chair again, staring at her as she spread her legs for Matt, as she let his friend enter her. Annabelle gasped as Matt filled her to the hilt. This entire experience was surreal. Surreal but unbelievably hot. Made hotter by the fact that Ryan sat a few feet away, watching her with another guy on top of her, listening to her moans and the sound of Matt’s flesh slapping against hers.
“How do you like it?” Matt asked, brushing his lips over hers in a fleeting kiss. “Slow, fast, rough…I’m yours to please, Annie.”
She swallowed, aimlessly pushing up him with her lower body. “Anything. Do anything,” she squeezed out.
He grinned, then latched his mouth on hers, kissing her senseless as he pounded into her with his cock. She wrapped her arms around his strong, corded neck, holding on to him while he drove into her, again and again, but she kept her eyes open. Kept her eyes on Ryan. Pleasure began to rise in her belly, ripples of climax gathering and coiling tight, waiting to be released.
“More,” she begged, lifting her ass to take him in deeper.
“Like this,” Matt rasped, slamming into her harder.
“God…yes…like that…”
Each word was a struggle. Every muscle in her body was taut, burning with anticipation. Matt reached for one of her legs, lifting it up to his shoulder, and suddenly he was hitting a spot deep inside her that made her cry out in delight. And through it all, Ryan just watched. His blue eyes glimmering with heat, his fist tight around his cock.
Annabelle couldn’t take it anymore. It felt too good, too…good…the tension in her body snapped, a powerful orgasm exploding inside her and sizzling through each and every nerve ending. “That’s it, darlin’, come for me,” Matt said hoarsely, moving even faster. His features tightened, his green eyes a bottomless pool of pleasure, and then he let go too, his groans matching Annabelle’s as they came together.
When she finally crashed down to Earth, she found both Matt and Ryan grinning at her. And Ryan had climaxed too, wiping his stomach up with a tissue, she noticed with an odd burst of giddiness. He saw her watching, and laughed softly. “Couldn’t help myself,” he confessed.
She returned the laugh, though hers was kind of shaky. She was still stunned by what just happened. Matt gently climbed off her, his impressive chest glossy with perspiration, his mouth sporting a crooked grin. “That was…unexpected,” he finally said, starting to laugh too.
Annabelle felt strangely modest as she found her shorts and top and hurriedly got dressed. “Um, yeah…so…” her voice trailed off. What did one say in these situations anyway? Thanks for doing me, Matt? It was nice to meet you?
Fortunately, Ryan knew exactly what to say. “So, Rambo one or Rambo two?”
“I can’t believe I did that,” Annabelle murmured several hours later, as the two of them settled under the covers of Christina’s bed.
Ryan hid a smile. He was still surprised too, though from the moment he’d met her, he’d known Annabelle possessed a wild side. What did surprise him was the way he’d felt while watching his best friend screw her brains out. It hadn’t been jealousy, per se. More like…protectiveness. Matt had the tendency to be rough, and Annabelle had looked so small and vulnerable lying there. For a moment Ryan had been tempted to whisk her in his arms and tell Matt to back off, but in the end he let it happen. Annabelle needed to have fun, to let loose and realize that sex didn’t have to be so boring. He wanted to show her how good it could be when you let go. He suspected her ex didn’t let go much. The guy sounded like a total douchebag, in fact.
“You had fun, no?” he teased.