Chapter 5
Chapter Five
“ B edroom.” Colt stood and pointed down the hallway. “My bedroom. The bed’s bigger.”
The trip to the other end of the house seemed to take a lifetime as none of them could resist stopping for kisses and tantalizing touches along the way. Colt had worried it would feel strange having another man so close to him as he made love to a woman, but after years of friendship, he and Heath seemed to have a sixth sense about what to do.
It was exhilarating to watch Heath and Kylie kiss as he wrapped himself around her from behind, his own lips trailing down her soft neck.
When she turned around and offered her lips to him, he loved knowing Heath was watching them, loved how hot Kylie got from the things Heath was doing with hands that Colt couldn’t see.
As they entered the bedroom, Colt kicked the door shut behind them and Kylie walked toward the end of the bed.
“Undress for us,” he said as she turned to face them.
Her face went through a gamut of emotions—from embarrassment to nervousness before settling on the one he’d only seen in his dreams.
A sexy smile touched her rosy lips as she slowly pulled her shirt over her head. He expected to see one of the sports bras she usually wore and was shocked to discover his tomboy roommate owned a black, lacy concoction that was completely feminine and showcased more cleavage than he’d realized she possessed.
He fell back against the door.
How could he have missed those babies in the last seven years?
Fuck, she was built like a brick house.
Not finished with her seductive torment, she released the clasp on the bra and let it fall off her arms to the floor. Then she brought her hands up slowly to cup herself and his blood pressure rose to a decidedly unhealthy limit as she lifted her breasts up, taking the nipples between her fingers and squeezing.
Glancing over, he saw her striptease was working its magic on Heath as well. The man was rubbing his erection through his jeans.
Not a bad idea, Colt thought, and he reached down to try and relieve some of the pressure building in his own pants.
“Kylie,” Colt whispered, spellbound by her sultry movements.
Turning slowly, she looked back over her shoulder with a grin that proved she knew exactly what she was doing to them.
Kicking off her shoes, she peeled her pants and panties off together, down over her hips, one torturous inch at a time.
As she bent over, he and Heath were treated to a perfect view of her luscious round ass as she slipped the material off. There were some fading bruises there and he realized they needed to take care not to hurt her.
He staggered toward her, but she skittered away until she stood beside the bed.
“Come here,” he barked out, his voice betraying his need, but she just giggled at the sound.
“You two come here.” She crawled up on the bed, gesturing for them to join her.
Colt began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving her lovely body, and he sensed Heath doing the same thing.
Her gaze seemed to eat them alive as she watched them undress and he felt the reins of control slipping through his fingers.
Damn woman was trying to top from the bottom and they were letting her. He looked over at Heath and watched the same realization enter his friend’s face.
“Open your legs,” Heath said sternly as he pulled his shirt from his shoulders, discarding it without a thought.
Her face flushed, though whether with excitement or embarrassment, he couldn’t decide. Unable to reign in his dominant desires, Colt reached over and roughly pulled her legs apart.
“Like this,” he said. “Next time we tell you to open your legs, we want them exactly like this.”
Kylie’s breasts rose and fell as her breathing hitched up a notch, but he was sure now her response was not based on fear, but arousal. She was responding to them like a true submissive. He felt like pumping a victory fist in the air.
Placing a bent knee on the bed, he leaned down until his mouth hovered above her gorgeous pussy. The sweet smell of honeysuckle washed over him. He looked over his shoulder and Heath gave him a quick, encouraging nod.
“Do it,” his friend whispered and Colt turned back to heaven. Kylie’s hands flew to his hair as he pressed his lips to her hard clit, his tongue probing and pushing. Her hips began to move against him, but he denied her movement by placing his firm hands on her upper thighs.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
“Please, Colt,” she begged breathlessly. He returned to torment her drenched opening with his mouth. Circling the entrance to her body with his tongue, he felt her muscles tensing and suspected his little firecracker was already perilously close to exploding.
Dipping his tongue inside her, he only managed to thrust twice before Kylie’s body shuddered violently beneath his touch and he heard her relieved cries.
He sensed Heath moving behind him and heard the unmistakable sound of pants and shoes hitting the floor.
“Move, Colt.” Heath’s demands were husky and harsh. He suspected his friend was hanging on by a thread. He chuckled as he pushed away from Kylie’s heat.
“Poor Heath,” she teased, reaching up to pull him down to her. “No foreplay, just climax.”
Colt fought against the laughter as Kylie repeated his own words from the Tequila Truth game that had started them down this path.
Heath joined their laughter, leaning over her flushed body. “That’s why I brought Colt along for the ride, Sunshine. Now put this damn condom on me. If I’m not in your body in the next thirty seconds, you’re going to see that climax up close and personal all over your stomach.”
She took the condom Heath had retrieved from the stash he’d put in the nightstand. Colt had to grab one of the columns at the end of his four poster bed as she ripped the package open with her teeth and he felt the groan that passed Heath’s lips in his own gut. She took sexual teasing to a whole new level.
As soon as Heath’s cock was sheathed, he plunged into Kylie’s body and once again, Colt was struck by the incredible pleasure he felt in watching the act.
Never a fan of porn movies, he couldn’t understand how the mere sight his best friends making love could impact his senses so thoroughly. The pressure in his body grew to such a rate that he raced to strip off his own jeans.
Kylie continued to arch into Heath’s thrusts and Colt’s last tether of patience broke. Unwilling to remain apart from the action any longer, he climbed onto the bed until his hips were even with her head.
“Yes,” she hissed impatiently and he thought she seemed annoyed at his tardiness.
Heath looked up as she reached over to draw Colt’s rock-hard erection in her mouth.
“Wait,” Heath cried as he pulled out of her body. “Roll over, Sunshine.”
Colt recalled Heath’s fantasy and grinned at her eagerness to comply. No sooner had she landed on her hands and knees then she was scrambling for his cock. Her hot breath caressed him as Heath resumed his place in her pussy.
Gripping her hair gently in his fists, Colt guided her mouth to him and nearly fell forward at the first touch of her tongue against the crown of his cock. She swirled around the tip, sucking off all the pre-come gathered there.
“Shit,” he muttered. “Open up, darlin’. Let me in that sweet mouth of yours.”
Kylie responded to his words and enveloped nearly half of him in her first pass. He was shocked by her daring response. He was by no means a small man and was accustomed to women balking at the thought of trying to take him in at all.
Kylie, however, seemed frustrated at not being able to get enough. Each time she moved, she took him deeper until Colt felt the back of her throat.
With rough hands on her head, he tried to pull out, afraid of choking her, but she growled—literally growled—at his attempts and he loosened his grip.
“You feel so good, Kylie. Oh, baby. I want to fuck your mouth.”
Colt glanced up to see a frown cross Heath’s face. No doubt his friend thought he was pushing her too hard, too fast. Kylie released his cock and looked up at him with something close to desperation in her eyes.
“God, yes. Please do it. I want both of you to fuck me.”
Colt grinned at the shocked expression on his friend’s face. Apparently neither he nor Heath had been paying close enough attention to their little roommate.
This wildcat had been living under the same roof with them for years and neither of them realized what they’d been missing.
“Hold on, darlin’.” He pulled her mouth back to his cock and pushed in without hesitation.
Heath resumed his place in her cunt and together they began to thrust in unison. He buried his hard length in her throat on Heath’s retreat.
As Heath moved forward, he moved back. Over and over they moved as Colt struggled to slow down his building climax. He tried to distract himself by counting Kylie’s orgasms, which seemed to be coming continuously now with little build up time in between. He’d reached four when he heard Heath explode.
The sound of his friend coming was the last nail in his coffin and he erupted into her mouth, relishing the feeling of her swallowing down every drop of his come.
None of them spoke a word as they collapsed on the bed. Heath dragged Kylie’s limp body in between them, spooning her from behind as Colt placed kiss after kiss on pretty, flushed face.