Owning Corey (8 page)

I never would have imagined I could feel so naked with pants on, but sitting beside Corey, who reeks of testosterone and male beauty, I feel laid bare in every way. What am I doing? I’m taking off my clothes at the behest of a guy. There’s not even a woman in sight at the moment, and suddenly I realize I’m already semi-hard, and he’s going to see.
Shit.

“Do you need help?” he asks ominously, and I jump up.

“Hell, no.” I pull my pants down quickly like it doesn’t bother me in the least. “But you need to lay off the gym, Corey, so an average guy has a chance to compete.”

I’m standing before him in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, with an obvious quarter-mast erection in them.
Is that okay?
His eyes sweep my body, blatantly appraising me. My insides have gone hot and tingly, and I want to shrivel up and skulk away to somewhere dark and safe, away from his shrewd blue eyes.

“Nothing average about you, Dr. Hardy. You’re hot as fuck.”

If I didn’t feel awkward before, I do now. But there’s also a little pride mixed in there. Getting a compliment from a guy like Corey…
What the hell am I even thinking?
It is dawning on me belatedly that two heterosexual males should probably not be naked in the same room when sex is involved. Some wires are bound to get crossed somewhere, no pun intended.

Just as I’m considering the possibility of backing out, Christina shows up with a tray of iced tea, and I’ve never been more pleased to see her. With her pale skin and white blond hair that curls around her shoulders, she is the picture of feminine glamour. I need to get my dick buried deep inside her. Right now.

“Forget the tea, Chris.” I slide my boxer briefs off and sit down on the sofa. “Get on your knees.”

I grasp my cock in one hand and pat my inner thigh with the other. She and Corey both look shocked as hell at the sudden change in my demeanor, but she drops in front of me, no questions asked. She runs her red painted nails up and down my thighs, eying my growing erection, and licks her lips unconsciously.

When she bends to take my cock into her mouth, her hair tickles the tops of my thighs. I grunt in response and raise up slightly to push deeper into her warm mouth. She wraps her fingers low on the shaft and moves them gently up and down along with her lips. Corey makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat, and when I look over at him, he catches my eye. He smiles wickedly and reaches down to palm his own erection through the fabric of his boxers.

“Our guest is feeling a bit left out, honey,” I tell Christina. “Reach a hand over there and make him feel welcome.”

Before her hand can even make it to him, he’s shucked his shorts and leaned back into a reclined position. His long, thick cock springs straight up and comes to rest against his belly. Enormous and ever so slightly curved, it lies in wait, putting me in mind of an anaconda. At the sight of it, my dick jumps so hard in Christina’s hand that she takes her mouth off of it and stares up at me with a look of naked horror. I just pray Corey didn’t notice.

“Keep going,” I tell her, and I have to clear my throat to get the squeak out of it.

I groan when she wraps her lips back around my cock and sucks, and she tentatively reaches over and takes Corey’s monster dick in her hand and starts to move it up and down the shaft. After a moment he covers her hand with his own, brazenly guiding her movements as he watches what she’s doing to me, and he might as well be pleasuring himself for all the control she has.

He knows what the beast likes.

I have to contain the sudden urge to laugh hysterically at my increasingly inappropriate thoughts. This was not a good idea
. I’ve stepped right off into something I am not equipped to handle.
Damn you, Christina.
But I can’t blame her. I agreed to this insane shit, and here we are. End of story. Might as well make the best of it.

That’s when it occurs to me that I’m watching what she doing to him, and he’s watching what she’s doing to me, and I don’t know if that’s normal. Are we supposed to be looking at the other guy’s junk, or our own, or does it even matter?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Think, Ben. What did they do on the movie?

I can’t remember the movie. All I know is what’s going on here.

“That’s enough,” I tell Christina. “Stand up and take your clothes off.”

She does, pulling the negligee slowly down her shoulders, letting it puddle onto the floor along with her panties. She kicks them away and bends to remove her shoes.

“Leave the shoes on, and sit on the couch between us.”

She sinks into the leather seat, and we descend on her as one. I attack her mouth with mine, squeezing her breast mercilessly until she cries out. Corey follows my lead, slipping a hand between her legs and rubbing gently, making her squirm. We don’t even give her time to breathe. If she wants to be taken by two men, she’s about to get her money’s worth.

“She’s wet as hell,” Corey announces, palming her clit. I watch him push his middle finger up inside her as far as it will go. “Soaking wet. She definitely wants us.”

I dip my tongue into her mouth, find hers, and we suck at each other ravenously. I don’t know when our kisses have ever been so unbridled, and she sighs and moans and gasps so much I know it won’t take her long to climax today. She’s getting more charged up by the second, liking the roughness, rocking shamelessly on Corey’s finger as I tongue fuck her mouth.

“Are you ready, Corey?” I pull away from her and wait for his call.

He nods. “Let’s double tap this bitch.”

Christina tenses. She’s not used to being talked about like that, but I like it. A lot. His words give me a hard ache in my groin. The kind that usually makes me have to touch myself. As far as I’m concerned, Corey and I are the baddest motherfuckers in the world right now. We’re a team, and Christina is an object to use however we like.

I want to bind her, but the wrist cuffs are in a hat box under her bed. No time for that. I stand up and flip her around to where she’s lying on her stomach, half on and half off the sofa. Grabbing her panties off the floor, I use them as a makeshift restraint to tie her hands behind her back. She cries out, and I run my finger between the fabric and her skin to make sure it’s not hurting her or cutting off circulation. Then I stand her up in front of Corey like a slave on the auction block. There’s heat in his gaze as her admires her and shoots me a look of undisguised approval.

“Her safe word is
velvet
, Corey. If she says it, we immediately stop what we’re doing.”

“Got it,” he says. I push Christina down onto her knees in front of him, and the smile on his face is nothing like nice.

She looks apprehensive, almost fearful, but I think she’s just edgy with desire and the unknown. Anyway, she has her safe word, and she knows how to use it, though she’s never had to before.

“Fuck her mouth,” I tell him. “I want to see how much of that fat cock she can take.”

He immediately squeezes his dick and guides it into her mouth. She has to stretch her lips wider than usual, and then he’s stuffed it in about half way. She whimpers around it, her breathing labored through her nose. He’s really taxing her, and I have to admit I’m getting off on it.

“Give her more,” I coax, and he pushes harder, meeting resistance against the back of her throat and triggering her gag reflex. Her breathing stops for a few seconds. He backs off slightly, unblocking her airway, and her breathing starts noisily back up.

Now that he’s found her limit, he starts to move slowly in and out, working against the suction she’s trying to apply. Normally, she gives a pretty mean blow job, but I can see this is difficult for her.

I’m standing behind her, facing him. He smiles at me while he does my girl’s mouth, and I smile back. “Feel good?” I ask.

“Oh, yeah. But I know something that will feel even better.” I dare not ask, for fear of what he might come up with.

“Come up here, darlin’,” he tells Christina, reclining against the back of the couch and pulling her along with him. She’s shaky and unbalanced with her hands bound behind her back, and she’s got mascara rivulets down her cheeks. If she had any idea how used she looks, she would die of shame, but I think it’s sexy.

Corey grabs a condom off the end table, tosses it to me, and I put it on. Then he grabs another, rips it open, and rolls it onto himself. He’s got Christina straddling him, and he lifts her up, poising her petite body over the tip of his ungodly erection. “Do you mind, Ben? I don’t want to be impolite.” He leans sideways to look around her shoulder at me, waiting for my response.

“Be my guest.” Truth is, I’m dying to see it.

He looks at her face for a long moment, and when she shows no sign of protest, he pushes her down onto his cock. She throws her head back and bites her bottom lip hard as he slowly sheaths himself in her all the way to the hilt. When she’s all the way on, he starts rolling his hips, his expression dark and intense. Now she starts to moan, and I can only imagine what that huge member feels like inside her, stretching her.

“No
velvet
?” He smiles knowingly, and she shakes her head. “What a little trooper.”

I can tell she’s laboring on it, though. Her breathing is shallow, and tiny droplets of perspiration are glistening on her upper lip.

He leans around her again and beckons me to come and stand close behind her. “Put your foot here.” He indicates the seat beside him, and I do as he directs. “Now put your knee here.” I position my knee on the sofa on his other side. He pulls Christina in close to him so that I can lean over her back and place my hands on the back of the sofa on either side of his body, balancing myself and trapping her between my arms. You can’t be a man and not see where he’s going with this, and believe me, I know how to take it from here.

“Lube?” I ask, and he grabs it off the end table. I reach for it, but instead of handing it to me, he flips the top and leans around Christina, who is subtly gyrating against him. He turns the bottle upside down and drizzles it slowly and deliberately onto the head of my dick. I get harder just watching the liquid glisten and roll down the sides in twisting rivulets. I never knew getting lubed could be so erotic.

“Fuck,” I groan, before I realize I’m even speaking, and I wish like hell I could call back the word. Corey’s expression goes dark with perverse amusement, and Christina wrenches around to try to see what’s going on. From my reaction, I can only imagine what she thinks he’s doing to me behind her back. I make a mental note to control myself better, which I suspect I’m about to lose all ability to do. Well, at least I was able to amuse Corey, who now probably thinks I’m easily aroused.

“Turn around.” I bark the order at Christina, annoyance encroaching on my desire. I should make her pay for the suspicion in her eyes when she just looked at me. She’s the one who started this shit, after all.

“Is it going to hurt a lot?” She’s asking two guys who have no clue, and I’m wondering why she waited until now to be concerned about pain.

“Let me pull out first,” Corey suggests. “It’s easier to get in the… uh… back door first.” He pulls out, being careful to control where his member goes, holding it close to his own body, and I appreciate the consideration.

“I thought you’d never done this.” I try to keep the accusation out of my voice, but it’s there anyway.

He cocks his head to the side and smirks. “I did some reading online in the ambulance shack. I figured one of us ought to be prepared.”

“Oh… Well, let’s figure this out. It can’t be too terribly difficult, can it? It’s not ACLS or brain surgery.”

Christina whines. “Could we cut the small talk, guys? This is so unsexy for me.”

I slap her hard on the ass, and she cries out. I know how to get her focused.

Christina and I have done anal enough times that I know how to work into her. First I gather some lube onto my fingers and work them in slowly, so as not to tear her or make her muscles tighten more. Then I use the broad head of my dick. She cries out and then sucks in a sharp breath as I press slowly but firmly against the tight ring of muscle. She’s more nervous than usual, so it’s not easy. “Relax,” I tell her. “Breathe out. You know how to do this.”

She blows out a long breath, and then suddenly I’m in. I feel her body shudder, and I keep still for a moment to let her body stretch around me. I know my cock is big, and I always try to be mindful of a woman’s comfort.

“Can I come in now?” Corey asks. “It’s getting cold and lonely out here.”

“Please,” Christina whispers. “I can’t wait to have you both inside me.”

As he pushes in, the squeeze on my dick is magnified unbelievably. It feels so good I have to bite back a groan. Then I feel the distinct ridged shape of Corey’s dick through the vaginal wall, and my eyes widen. I’m a doctor, but I have to admit I didn’t see this coming. I glance over Christina’s shoulder at Corey’s perfectly angelic face.

“Surprise,” he whispers, and raises his eyebrows just enough to let me know that he knows what I’m thinking.

He moves inside her, against me, and I am instantly lost. His movements are small, and mine are more pronounced. I can’t help it. The feeling of tightness is overwhelming, and I have no idea how Christina is possibly handling this load. She drops her head onto Corey’s chest. I can’t see her face, but she is shuddering, her movements erratic, like she’s experiencing sensory overload.