With Strings Attached by Kelly Jamieson Page A

off. Ah shiz, he’d lost it, totally lost it. Heat exploded in him and swept over his body, and he came, hard, pulsing into Corey’s mouth. He thought for a fleeting second of pulling out, but she was still working on his dick, sucking greedily, and hell, too late, he was coming now, in her mouth. Her eyes closed and she reached for him, one hand on his hip, the other on his thigh and he pulsed into her mouth in agonizingly satisfying bursts.
    His head fell back and he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations that whipped over his body. “Ah, hell,” he groaned. “So good, babe. So good.”
    He touched her face with his fingertips as he withdrew from her mouth, still semi-hard and wet, then rested his fingers on her bottom lip as their eyes met and held, hers wide. Then Matt pushed into her harder and her entire body shook, her breasts jiggling enticingly and she looked away from Dylan toward Matt. Her lips parted and with hazy eyes, she stared at him. Dylan held one of her hands as Matt pounded harder. Dylan watched Matt’s hand slide from Corey’s thigh to her clit and rub there and, almost mesmerized by the erotic scene, he stared in fascination as Corey’s eyes drifted closed, her head tipped back into the pillow.
    “Oh, fuck me, yes, fuck me like that,” she groaned, and Dylan instantly grew hard again. Al-fucking-ready. Jesus. “Yes, yes…” And she cried out as she came again, making the same sweet little sounds she’d made when he made her come, sounds he would never forget. And then Matt groaned too, pumping into her, his eyes closed, face screwed up, and they slowly went still and quiet, but breathing hard.
    “Fuck me,” Matt muttered, lowering himself over Corey to kiss her mouth. Dylan sat back a bit, watching. Holy shit. “Unbelievable.”
    “Oh God,” Corey moaned. “Oh my God. I can’t move.”
    “Don’t even try, candy girl. Just relax.” Matt kissed each corner of her mouth and then her forehead, and Dylan was struck by the tenderness of it. It kind of made his chest feel funny, and he rubbed it.
    Matt finally withdrew and rolled off the bed, disappearing out of the bedroom presumably to get rid of the condom. Dylan stretched out on the bed beside Corey, laying a hand flat on her stomach.
    “Okay, babe?” he asked.
    “Oh. Yeah. I think.” A pause. “Did we really do that?”
    “Hell yeah.” He smiled and rubbed her soft skin a little. “We still are.”
    Matt returned and rounded the bed to lie on the other side of Corey. His eyes met Dylan’s above her prone body. They both gave a crooked smile. “Wow,” Matt said.
    “Yeah. Wow.”
    They both looked at Corey stretched out naked between them and Dylan took a moment to appreciate her body. He’d been so fucking on fire earlier he’d hardly noticed what she looked like, and it was worth noticing. “Look at you,” he whispered, dragging his hand down one arm. “Hot little mama, all smooth and tanned.” A tiny white bikini shape outlined her breasts and pussy. Hell. He wanted to see her in that bikini, at the beach, all gleaming with oil, or wet with sea water. He gulped. Yeah, the beach.
    Except the beach made him think of surfing, which made him think of waves, which gave him that fucking weird drowning sensation…fuck! He lay down on the pillow, closed his eyes and fought the dizziness that tried to swamp him like a gnarly bomb.
    Not now. Not fucking now , while he was having some of the hottest sex of his life.
    He focused on breathing, like he’d learned, slowly in, filling his belly, slowly out. In. Out. They’d probably think he was still recovering from that righteous orgasm.
    The room faded away for a few moments as he worked at breathing and then slowly came back to focus. Damn. That was not good. It was a sad fucking day when his body started reliving his accident instead of letting him enjoy sex. His heart was still pounding and his skin felt clammy, and he wished he could say it was from the