Friends With Benefits (14 page)

“Connor, you suck on her pretty tits, while I fuck her. Then it’s your turn.”

Connor grunted and swooped down to cover the perky breast nearest him with his mouth. With his eyes closed, he suckled her, hard enough that she arched up and into him. Without looking, he reached over to fondle the other one. Tyler watched as his friend pinched and tugged at the rigid peak until Angela squirmed on the bed, panting.

Planting himself on his knees between her splayed thighs, Tyler ran his palms up and down each silky smooth leg. He grasped one, bent it, and nibbled from the arch in her foot to behind her knee. He sucked on her skin, relishing the moans she offered and the tremors in her leg.

“Like?”

“Oh, yesss.”

He switched to the other leg. This time he started at her knee and worked his way up to her inner thigh. The heavy scent of her arousal tickled his nose and hardened his cock. He dipped low to steal a taste. Rich cream spilled from her body. He lapped it up.

Leaning back and licking his lips, Tyler picked up a leg in each hand and lifted them to wrap them around his hips. He scooted closer and then angled the head of his seeping cock to her opening, nudging forward until he was seated snug inside her warm, moist depths. Her body hugged him. Tiny aftershocks from her earlier orgasm gripped him in gentle pulses.

Angie’s head rolled back and forth on the pillow while Connor moved between each breast, sucking one and playing with the other. She pulled on the ties anchoring her hands to the bed. The most stunning shade of red covered her cheeks, neck, and upper chest. Sweat glistened there too, making her glow.

Tyler started to thrust in and out in slow movements, the accumulated wetness easing his passage. In increments, he picked up his pace, watching as her tits swayed with the action of her body.

She started to moan. He pumped harder. He paid little attention to Connor’s hand as it traveled over her tummy to her mound. But when one long finger reached out to stroke her clit, she jumped at the contact, causing her pussy to clench around his cock.

Tyler groaned and swiveled his hips, grinding his pelvis against hers. Connor worked her clit while he fucked her pussy. Between the two them, they soon had her vibrating under them, begging out loud to come.

Tyler increased his speed. He dropped his upper body forward, bracing himself on his arms while he pistoned in and out. Harder. Faster. Sweat trickled from his forehead down the side of his face to drop into the valley between her breasts and slide down to the hollow of her belly button. Fuck. If he didn’t change positions he was going to come, tucked deep inside his wife’s body, and tonight he wanted his friend to have that pleasure.

Pulling out of his wife’s warmth, he motioned for Connor to take his place, and he moved up to claim her mouth. Capturing her lips, he pushed his tongue past hers and kissed her with determination. Connor wasted no time filling the gap he’d left. Her gasp told him Connor had plunged deep, experiencing the snug fit, the hot clasp, and the gentle pulses as the tip of his cock kissed the edge of her womb.

A man of action, his friend didn’t play around—he got straight to business fucking Angela. She mewled into Tyler’s mouth. Her hands grasped his biceps, her nails digging into his flesh. Tyler could feel her body rising and falling to meet every move of Connors. Tyler tweaked a nipple, adding a little twist, knowing she’d love the small sting of pain. He repeated the same for the other one, alternating between the two, until she released her grip on his arms and pulled away from his kiss. Cries of ecstasy started to fall from her lips.

Tyler leaned back and wrapped a hand around his cock. In time with Connor’s quick moves and his wife’s harsh cries, he stroked himself, squeezing hard as he watched her near completion. As her back bowed, her body rigid, a soundless scream falling from her lips, jets of hot cum burst from the end of his cock to fall in soft splats on her smooth skin. Connor’s grunts of satisfaction followed as he rammed into Angela one final time.

Tyler fell back onto his heels, while Connor dropped forward to hold his weight on his outstretched arms. Between them, Angela struggled to inch the blindfold away from her eyes using the side of her arms. Tyler reached over her head to undo the bindings. Freed, she pushed the blindfold up off her eyes.

She blinked in rapid succession trying to adjust to the light. He took each wrist in turn and rubbed them, ensuring no markings were left behind.

She smiled up at him. “That sure beats the cake I made for dessert.”

Chapter Thirteen

“Are you OK with what just happened?” Connor looked over to where Tyler stood facing the bay window. From his spot on the sofa, he saw shadows around the front yard, made by the streetlamp behind large pines in the corner of the lot. The occasional set of headlights cut through the dark, brightening the road for the few seconds it took to get by the house.

Tyler turned. “I’m more than OK.” Striding past Connor with a relaxed gait and a thoughtful look in his eye, he headed to the kitchen. “Beer?”

“Sure.”

Connor waited, listening to Tyler’s bare-footed steps in the kitchen, the opening and closing of the refrigerator door, the hiss and pop of the caps being removed. When Tyler returned and handed Connor the ice-cold drink, he accepted it, swallowed a mouthful and then rested the bottle on his thigh. He smeared his thumb through the condensation on the glass while Tyler settled into the recliner across from him and chugged half his beer.

“Fuck man, I can’t believe how responsive she was for somebody who’s never been with two men before.”

“I’ll go up and check on her in a few. I think she needs a little space right now.”

“I have to ask again, bud, what do you get out of this?” Connor raised his gaze in time to catch an odd expression pass over Tyler’s face. Connor might have called it wishful.

“I get to see my wife experience the ultimate form of sexual pleasure, and I get to see my best friend more often than once in a blue moon.”

“That’s all?”

“That’s all for now.”

“But—”

Tyler raised a hand to cut him off. “Let’s leave it at that for now.” He changed the subject. “So, how do you like the house?”

“It’s great. Why?”

“Would you be willing to move in here? If Angela’s okay with the idea of course.”

Connor almost choked on his drink. “I thought you meant the rental. I live down the street, Ty. I can crawl there from here and not bruise my knees.”

Tyler shrugged. “It might be more convenient if you’re right here. Give Angela a chance to get to know you better. ”

“And she can’t do that unless I live under the same roof?”

“It’s just easier. Besides, it would be cheaper for you. ”

“I don’t need to save the money, Ty.” No way did he plan to be a freeloader, regardless of the benefits that came with this particular arrangement.

“Do you have a lease on the house?”

“I pay by the month.”

Connor watched Tyler pick away at the label on his bottle.

“So, when do you start the new project?”

Connor leaped on yet another change of topic. “In a week. I need to meet with the construction supervisor first to plan out the staging area, the timing for bringing in the trailers, setting up data connections and all that crap. Actual work will start in about three weeks. Sooner if I can make it happen.”

“And your boss? What are the chances he’ll offer you something permanent in the area?”

Now that was the big question. “I don’t know. I need to work on him a bit. I’m hoping he’ll see things my way, like how I operate, and focus on only that. But there are some issues I need to work out with him. And I need this job if I plan to go out on my own.”

Tyler’s head shot up. “On your own?”

“Yeah. I’ve been a roaming project manager for years now. I’ve done enough large-scale projects that I’ve built a decent rep. The money I make on this job will give me what I need for start-up. I’m hoping to use the team I’ve assembled for this job as my crew.”

“Planning to set up shop here?” A shine entered Tyler’s eyes, and an undercurrent of excitement filled the room. Connor felt certain his friend held his breath.

He shrugged. “I haven’t decided. But this is a nice home-base town. If an opportunity comes up, I can always travel when required, but I don’t see that being an issue in the near term. There’s enough infrastructure work scheduled for this city in the coming years, so there’s plenty to go around for everyone. The points are more in favor of staying here than leaving, anyway.”

Tyler’s shoulders relaxed, and he released that breath. “Glad to hear that.” He placed his empty bottle on the coffee table and stood, stretching. “I’m going to go up and see how Angela is. Do you want to crash here or are you going home?”

“No, I’ll head back to my place.” Connor rose to his full height and stuck his hands in his pockets. “So, do you really think she was fine with all this? I feel bad she felt tricked.”

“I’m sure we shocked her. But she gets over her anger quick. Don’t worry, she and I discussed our fantasies at great length before I ever made my proposal to you. Is she skittish? No doubt. But the underlying excitement of being naughty overrides most of her hesitation. I’ll talk to her. If it’s not going to work…” Tyler shrugged his shoulders in a defeated manner. “We’ll have one wonderful night to remember.”

Tyler swiveled and strode toward the front of the house. Connor followed.

“But I hope for more. Much more,” Tyler said when they’d reached the door.

“I’ll stock up on condoms then—in hopeful anticipation.”

Tyler laughed.

“See you in a couple of days. Tell Angela thanks for dinner.”

“I will. See you later.”

The door closed, and the lock clicked behind him. Connor looked up. Thousands of stars speckled the night sky. He tracked the red flashing light of a plane moving among them for a few seconds before he began his walk back to the small bungalow.

What a night. It had been years since he’d shared a woman with Ty. If tonight was any indication, the three of them would experience some pretty intense moments.

He smiled, but it felt a little sad on his face. If only Angela could love him like she did her husband.

* * *

Angie sat cross-legged on the window settee. The brightness of the moon belied the late hour, pushing the shadows deep into the corners. The faint murmur of Tyler’s and Connor’s voices rose through the floorboards from the first level. She looked over at the rumpled bed sheets and then down at the journal lying open in her lap. She re-read her entry.

We did it.
I
actually did it. How much must Tyler love me to have granted me this particular fantasy? Who knew my husband had a kinky side? And, even though he encouraged me to play with Connor over the weekend, which…WOW…tonight was different. Very different. Tonight the man I’m committed to watched another man make love to me. He
helped
another man make love to me. No jealousy. No competition. Only mutual excitement, sharing and exploring.

Honestly, it was a little weird at first. But, knowing Tyler trusted Connor made me feel secure. Though I guess I should have known he’d arranged the whole thing. I just didn’t think his surprise would include his best friend.

Oh, my. I can still feel their hands and their lips gliding over my body. The way they touched me, as if I were made of spun sugar. They kissed me. First their lips soft and sensual, and then demanding, scorching, as though they couldn’t get enough. I’ve never felt so alive, so beautiful, so treasured.

Few words were spoken. Few were needed.

“Let’s tie her up.” I’ll never look at Tyler’s silk ties the same way.

“Your skin is so soft, like flower petals.”

“You smell like vanilla, but you taste like some exotic brand of honey.”

They were so in tune to each other. Their hands guided me where and how they wanted me. All I could do was moan and sigh—until the end. Sometimes they took turns, sometimes they played with me together. At times it was almost too much. Having four hands or two tongues pleasuring me…my body hummed like a tuning fork. The energy they created…oh…I could almost feel the blood rushing hot and thick through my veins.

The blindfold hid them from me, and I so wanted to watch. But, I admit, I had no difficulty telling them apart. Their bodies are similar in build, but they are different in every other way.

The only thing that could have made it better would have been to feel both men inside me at the same time. Being sandwiched between two gorgeous men…that’s something I think many women fantasize about. I imagine my body would struggle to accommodate them, but in the end they would win. I think I’d forget to breathe.

My mouth’s watering as I write this. My body tingles. Should I be ashamed of how I feel? How will Tyler react now that it’s over? Was this a one-time event? How do I tell my husband I’m counting the hours until we can do it again?

Angela paused and raised her head when the bedroom door opened, and her husband walked in, a knowing smile on his handsome face.

Chapter Fourteen

Tyler glanced across the room. Angela sat curled up on the window bench, bathed in the moonlight, her journal spread open in her lap. If he knew his wife at all, she’d been up here reliving what the three of them had done, and putting her thoughts into words. God, he loved this woman. She had responded so beautifully tonight. He hoped she held no regrets.

“Are you OK?” He closed their bedroom door behind him with a soft click and leaned back to rest against it. His curled his hands into fists and tucked them into his front pockets.

Her glance skittered to the bed and back to him. Her head bobbed up and down, hesitant at first, but then with more force. “Yes.”