With Strings Attached by Kelly Jamieson

crap. Holy freakin’ crap. This was full-on derelict!
    He settled himself on the bed beside her, the opposite side of where Matt had been, fighting for control. Wow. He studied Matt as he kissed his way down over Corey’s smooth flat stomach. He and Matt were sharing a girl. Wild.
    He’d wanted Corey. He wasn’t going to deny it. He’d been attracted to her the first night he’d met her. But although he bugged Matt about being the “good guy” and he knew he himself had a reputation as a player, he really wasn’t an asshole and would never take a girl away from his best buddy. Matt had insisted he and Corey were just friends, friends with benefits, but still just friends, and so Dylan should have had no hesitation in making his moves on Corey. But there was something more to it, he sensed, and he also suspected it wasn’t only on Matt’s part. There was something between these two and for that reason Dylan had hesitated.
    So when Corey had made the suggestion of having a threesome, and Matt hadn’t backed off, it had seemed the perfect solution—they’d share her. She wanted them both, she’d admitted that. Perfect. He grinned as he stroked his cock, and then he bent and kissed Corey’s cheek. “Good, babe?”
    “So good,” she moaned. She turned her face to his and sought his lips with hers, and he kissed her back, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She made a soft little noise.
    “You ready, Corey?” Matt asked from lower on the bed. Now it was him between her spread thighs, on his knees, his underwear gone, busy rolling a condom onto his dick.
    “Good thinking, dude,” he said to Matt with a nod, but although they’d joked about their respective sizes, Dylan didn’t really want to look at Matt’s cock, so he focused on Corey’s pretty breasts, not huge but generous enough, round and firm with the sweetest brownish-pink little nipples.
    “Yes,” she whispered. He looked at her face, saw her eyes open, eyes hazy and green, framed with long golden eyelashes. So pretty.
    Oh yeah, she was ready, after that orgasm, super wet and soft, and he wished it was him pushing inside her body. Matt lifted her knees and Dylan bent his head to suck those pretty little nipples. She’d seemed to go for that when Matt did it, and he wanted a taste too. His dick felt like it was on fire, pulsing in his hand. He needed to come, like now, or he was going to lose it all over her stomach, so he released the nub from his mouth and climbed up the bed, kneeling beside her so his cock thrust out toward her mouth. He touched her cheek with his fingertips and turned her head toward him. Her eyes widened, then lowered, and her lips parted. “Wanna suck me, babe?” he offered gently. He took his cock in hand and rubbed it against her lips. “While Matt fucks you?”
    She swallowed, gave a tiny nod and opened her mouth. “Ah, good girl.” Her tongue came out to lick over the supersensitive head, her lips just covering the tip of him, and he shuddered, suddenly even hotter, blood pounding wildly through his veins. Fuck!
    He thrust into her mouth, not too hard. Sensation wrapped around his dick and sizzled up his spine. Her tongue assaulted him tenderly, lapping and teasing, making him shake. “Oh, Corey. Your mouth—holy shit. Watching my cock slide into those pretty lips.” He let out a groan and pressed his hand to his lower abdomen just above his cock as his hips moved gently back and forth. She licked and sucked and teased until his balls were hard as walnuts and he was violently fighting off a climax. He glanced at Matt. Matt’s face was tight, eyes focused on Corey’s mouth, brows drawn together, breathing through his mouth.
    “Feels so good, candy girl,” Matt muttered. “So fucking good. And watching you suck…holy shit.” His chest gleamed with perspiration in the lamplight.
    Corey’s lashes fluttered as her tongue did the same on the underside of Dylan’s cock, nearly making the top of his head blow