17. Corey
17
COREY
I hear Abbie’s short, frantic gasps as my hand moves higher, my fingers pressing against her core, sending a jolt of heat through me. Seth’s hand is woven through her hair, his fingers tangling in the curls, his touch gentle but insistent.
I feel her body responding to our touch, our words, our presence. She’s caught between us, our voices in her ear, and she seems tentative, maybe thinking about stopping us. But for now, she stays right where she is, caught in the intensity of the moment.
My hand is still on her thigh, my fingers pressing just enough to make her shiver, and Seth’s leaning in closer, his breath warm against her ear. The room feels like it’s spinning, but not from our night at the bar—from this. She’s the only thing that matters right now.
Abbie takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “This is all new for me,” she says, her voice shaky but with a hint of a laugh. “You know that, right?”
I smile, my hand sliding higher, my fingers beginning to work her under her skirt, loving the way her eyes widen in surprise and pleasure. “We know. But you’re still here.”
Seth chuckles, the sound ringing through the room. “You’re not exactly running for the door. What’s that say about you?”
She bites her lip, considering. I’m sure there’s a little inner turmoil going on.
“You’re thinking too hard,” I murmur, my voice smooth, like I’m reading her mind. “I can tell. Just let go.”
She glances at me, then at Seth, who’s watching her with that same sultry smile, like he’s daring me to take the leap. “Abbie,” I say, whispering in her ear. “Why not? You’ve spent so much of your life playing it safe, doing what you’re supposed to do, being the responsible one. But tonight? Tonight, you’re not that girl. Tonight, let yourself be someone else. Someone bold. Someone who takes what she wants.
“Okay,” she says, her voice steadier now, more confident. “Let’s do this. What happens now?"
Seth grins, leaning in so close I can feel the heat of his body. “Now,” he says, his voice a low purr, “we show you just how good it can get.”
My fingers slip under the lace of her panties, and she gasps, her body arching toward him. Seth’s hand leaves her hair, sliding down to her waist, pulling her closer between us. Our hands are roaming, breath hot against her skin, and now this feels right.
“So damn sexy,” I growl roughly, my lips brushing her neck. “You know that, right?”
She laughs, a husky sound that surprises even me. My skin is on fire, every nerve ending alive, and I’m not sure if I’m breathing anymore. But I don’t care. For once, I’m not overanalyzing. I’m not worrying about what comes next. I’m just… here. In this moment. With her. With them.
Abbie’s draws in a sharp breath as Seth’s lips trail down her neck, his hands unbuttoning her shirt and sliding it off her shoulders. I’m not far behind, my fingers working in lazy circles against her core, my mouth brushing against her ear.
“You’re sure about this?” I whisper, though I already know the answer. Her eyes are dark, her cheeks flushed, and she nods.
“Yes, fuck yes,” she breathes as I probe deeper between her legs.
Seth chuckles, his hands already moving to her bra. “Good girl, because not a damn thing is getting in my way now.”
Abbie laughs, a nervous, breathy sound that sends a jolt straight through me. “You two are… amazing.”
“You just wait,” Seth says, his tone teasing as he unhooks her bra and tosses it aside. His hands roam her bare skin, grazing her nipples, and I feel a pang of jealousy at the way she arches into his touch.
I’m not about to be outdone. I hike up her skirt around her waist and grab her panties, sliding them down and off her hips. I kneel in front of her, my lips brushing the inside of her thigh. “Oh fuck,” I say, my voice rough.
She shivers, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Corey…”
Seth’s mouth finds hers, cutting off whatever she was about to say, and I take the opportunity to explore further. My tongue traces a path up her thigh, and she gasps, leaning back as her hips lift off the couch.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Seth murmurs against her lips, his hands cupping her face. “We’ve got all night.”
“Speak for yourself,” I mutter, my hands gripping her hips as I press a kiss and a flicker of my tongue to her core. She moans, her back arching, and I smirk, marveling at her reaction.
“Corey,” she gasps, her voice breaking.
“Yeah?” I ask, looking up at her.
“God, don’t stop.”
I don’t need to be told twice. My tongue flicks against, then probes her, and she cries out, her hands tightening in my hair. Seth’s hands are everywhere, his mouth on her neck, her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Seth says, his voice thick with arousal. “I could get addicted to this.” Abbie reaches down to grasp his stiff groin, still imprisoned in his pants. He groans with pleasure and goes in for another kiss.
“Me too,” I growl, my hands gripping her thighs as I work her over.
Her deep, throaty moans fill the room, her body writhing between us. “I can’t… I can’t…”
“Yes, you can,” Seth says, his voice firm. "And you will."
I stand up abruptly, my hands gripping Abbie’s waist as I lift her effortlessly. She lets out a surprised gasp, her legs and arms instinctively wrapping around me as I carry her toward the bedroom. Her skin is warm against mine, her breath hot against my ear. Seth leads the way ahead of us, his hands roaming her backside under her bunched up skirt, his fingers sliding up the curve of her ass, teasing the sensitive skin there. She writhes in my arms, her body arching into his touch, and I love how eager she is.
“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” I murmur into her ear, my voice rough. She nods, her innocent eyes wide and dark with desire. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.”
I set her down gently on the bed, my hands lingering on her hips. “Take the rest of it off,” I command, my tone leaving no room for argument. She hesitates for a moment, her fingers trembling as she reaches for her skirt. Seth and I take the opportunity to shed the last of our own clothing, the air in the room thick with anticipation.
Abbie’s eyes flicker between us, her cheeks flushed as she finally pulls her skirt down her legs and tosses it aside. She’s breathtaking, her curves on full display, her skin glowing in the dim light of the bedroom. I take a step back, settling into the plush recliner in the corner, my eyes never leaving her.
"Spread your legs, baby," I say, my voice coming out as a rough growl as I sit in the chair across the room. "Let's see that beautiful pussy of yours."
She smiles softly but shyly as she lets her legs fall open on the bed, reaching down to touch herself as she looks from me to Seth, then back again.
"Christ, love, you're so fucking perfect.” I turn my attention to Seth, my voice commanding but calm. “Finish what you started.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. He moves toward her with a predatory grace, his hands sliding up her thighs as he kneels in front of her. His lips brush reverently against her inner thigh. She shivers, her hands gripping the bed as she watches him with wide eyes.
“Corey…” she whispers, her voice trembling. "Seth…"
“Relax, sweetheart,” I say, leaning back in the chair, my hands resting on the armrests. “Let him take care of you.”
Seth’s mouth finds her core, and she gasps, writhing back and forth on the bed. Her hands fly to his hair, her fingers tangling in his dirty blonde strands as he works her over with his tongue. The sounds she makes are intoxicating, her moans filling the room, and I feel a surge of pride at how much she’s enjoying this.
“That’s it,” Seth murmurs against her skin, his hands gripping her hips to keep her still. “Let go." His tongue probes deeper, teasing and tickling as I watch, wrapping my hands around my own stiff cock as I take in the scene before me.
Abbie’s moans are low and ragged, the kind of sound that makes my cock twitch in my hand as I sit back in the chair, watching my best friend work her over like a goddamn virtuoso. Her legs are trembling, her fingers twisted in Seth’s hair, and she’s arching her back like she’s trying to escape and get closer at the same time. I don’t blame her. Seth’s always had a way with his mouth.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, her voice cracking as his fingers dig into her hips, holding her still. “Oh God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Fuck me!”
“Sweet Jesus,” Seth murmurs against her skin, his words muffled but clear enough. His tongue thrusts in and out of her, and she jerks, a sharp cry ripping from her throat.
I can’t take my eyes off her. Her face is flushed, her chest rising and falling like she’s run a marathon, and her hazel eyes are hazy with pleasure. She’s a fucking vision.
“Look at her,” I say, my voice thick with need. “Look at how good she’s taking it, Seth.”
Seth glances up at me, his lips glistening, and grins. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?”
“She’s mine,” I say, my tone leaving no room for argument, even as my hand tightens around myself.
Abbie gasps, her head falling back against the bed as Seth’s tongue works her over. “Corey,” she moans, her voice trembling. “I—I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can,” I say, leaning forward in the chair, my elbows on my knees. “Let go, honey. Let him make you come.”
Her entire body shudders as Seth’s fingers join the party, sliding inside her with a slow, deliberate thrust. She cries out, her thighs clamping around his head as she comes undone. Her orgasm rolls through her in waves, her entire body shaking, and I swear to God, it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.
“That’s it,” Seth says, his voice rough as he pulls back, wiping his mouth. “Good girl.”
Abbie collapses against the bed, her chest heaving, her skin slick with sweat. She looks up at me with those wide, dazed eyes, and I smile.
"My turn," I smile as I near the bed.