He Makes Me Bundle (6 page)

I relax my legs and lower them to the ground, ease my hands away from Justin’s shoulders at the same time.

“
Um…sorry,” I whisper to J, not sure if he’s good with this. I mean, we’ve fucked in front of Matt, but attacking each other in front of guests wasn’t ever discussed.

He wraps his arms around me and presses a kiss to the top of my head, then his hands come to rest at the top of my ass. “It’s okay, baby.” His finger touches me just beneath my chin and he raises my face until I’m looking into his eyes. “After all, he’s already seen us do worse, hasn’t he?”

Yeah, no biggie. That’s what I was thinking too.

Just then, the alarm on the oven goes off, saving me from whatever he was planning to say. “Sorry, gotta grab dinner before it burns.” I rise up on tiptoe and kiss his nose.

He shakes his head and turns me around, taps my ass to get me moving. “Go ahead. We’ll eat in the living room.”

Oh, boy. Casual with a guest. When Mom was still around, we always ate in the dining room. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

Nibbling my lower lip, I rush into the kitchen and get to work on finishing up dinner. The garlic rolls take hardly any time and I take them out of the toaster oven. Now, I’m just leaning against the counter, waiting for the lasagna to cool a little before I cut it, when Matt walks in. He’s just as sweet and hot as I remember.

He’s younger than Justin, but J’s been a fireman for a pretty long time. Matt’s pretty buff and broad, though light to Justin’s dark, and shy while J’s outspoken.

He smiles at me when he enters, that endearing blush tinting his cheeks. “Hey, smells good.”

I nod, give him a small smile. “Justin likes it.”

A teasing light in his eyes, he replies, “Don’t you mean,
Daddy?
”

I raise a single brow, surprised that a guy who’d stuttered when we’d first met is suddenly so forward. “I think our relationship is our own business, don’t you?” I shoot for prim and proper. Instead, I think I may have missed the target a bit, and quite possibly come off as an
über
bitch.

His voice is low when he responds, face practically glowing it’s so red. Shit, I think I’ve embarrassed him. And all he was doing was trying to speak his mind.

I know it’s a bit off-topic, but all of a sudden, I have the urge to eat him like ice cream.

“
Maybe it became my business when I caught the two of you in the garage. Or outside, by your car. Or maybe when I stroked off to you fucking him.”

Heat sears my face and I know I’m blushing bright red. Redder than him. I roll my eyes. “Whatever. Guys stroke off to porn, but that doesn’t mean they get to say anything to porn stars about their chosen profession.”

“
Speaking of which, I’ve heard you rather enjoy porn.”

Dear god in heaven. I swallow past the lump in my throat and open my mouth to reply, but he cuts me off.

Opening the refrigerator door, he asks, “I’m getting a beer for Justin. What’re you having?” He sets the bottles on the counter.

“
I-I’m just having water.” I turn back to the cabinets and snag a glass from the cupboard. “Go ahead and tell Justin that it’ll be just a couple of more minutes.”

I don’t turn around to watch him leave. He’s unnerved me. Like he reached in and took the tiny butterflies in my stomach and turned them into freakin’ birds or something. And I don’t like it. Not one bit.

I listen to the sound of his shoes thumping on the tile floor as he leaves, then I take a deep breath. I can do this. I can get through dinner with this guy.

One last draw on air until my lungs are full and I’m ready to make the best of what’s started off as an awkward night.

And then, I’ll get Justin to fuck my brains out before the night is over.

Yeah. This is me. Doing—
this.

* * *

If I have to stare at this guy anymore I’m going to scream. Uneasiness aside, this much hotness should not be contained in a single room. Between him and Justin, I’m a sitting blob of “fuck me now.”

Justin hasn’t gotten undressed like he normally does, so he’s still sporting the tight shirt that he wore to work today, stretching over his bulging muscles and outlining the lines of his upper body.

Double “yay” for me ‘cause Matt’s wearing the exact same thing. He’s not as broad-shouldered as J, but he’s still cut as hell.

Those shirts fit them like a freaking glove.

And it makes me hot. Hardcore, fuck me now, hot.

Justin needs to get rid of his friend or we’ll end up fucking in front of him. Again.

I’m sitting on the couch with Matt while Justin’s nearby on one of the recliners, relaxing as he finishes off his beer. He’s on his second, so I’m pretty sure he’ll be kicking Matt out soon.

I hope. Hope? I dunno. Maybe.

There’s been no overt come-ons from Matt, so I’m thinking he really was only here for dinner. Huh.

My pussy’s wet, growing wetter by the second, images of rolling around with the two men—in bed, on the floor—tumbling through my mind. I don’t think of myself as a downright perv, but god, they’re both so hot.

I wiggle my ass a little, shift position to tease my clit and get comfortable. The fairly constant throbbing of my bundle of nerves is killing me.

I watch as Justin tips his head back, empties his bottle, then straightens and sets it on the coffee table. “So…” The TV’s volume is low, so it’s not clashing with our conversation. “You seem a bit squirmy, Amber. You okay?”

I swallow past the lump in my throat, eyes going wide. “I-I’m fine. Just tired, I think.”

Matt, sweet and seductive Matt, has to pipe in. “You do seem to be shifting a lot. Kinda like my ex-girlfriend when she used to get all turned on. When her pussy was really wet, she’d be moving around and trying to get off without being overtly obvious.”

I damn near whimper. Fucker has me pegged. I whip my head around to stare at Justin to gauge his reaction, but he’s just got a small smile in place, passion swimming in his eyes and a growing bulge inside his slacks.

Okay.

Matt leans forward, snagging my attention, places his beer bottle on the table, and then turns toward me. He’s got a noticeable bulge as well. “Does something have you turned on, Amber?”

I lick my dry lips. “Um…Justin?” I glance at him from the corner of my eye. Okay, sure, we teased, tempted, and got down and dirty in front of Matt, but we didn’t exactly talk about
this.

His eyes are half-closed, legs spread wide with one hand on his crotch, fingers sliding up and down the line of his cock. “Answer the man, baby. Tell the truth.”

Oh, shit. Ohshitohshitohshit!

Okay, calm down. They’re just words, that’s all.

“
Um, yeah. Fine, here goes. You both are really hot.
Really.
And…” I glance at J to make sure he’s still onboard and seeing that he’s got his pants undone, hand resting just inside his slacks, probably teasing the head of his dick, I suppose he is. I tear my gaze away, force myself to return to Matt, adding, “I was thinking about what it would feel like to have both of you fuck me.” After having spilled my guts, I can honestly swear the heat my face is generating could power the entire freakin’ city.

Then, as quickly as it’d come, Matt’s bravado flees. His cheeks redden while his focus immediately turns to his knees. He licks his lips, still not looking at me, fingers tapping his thigh.

“
Matt, do you have something to say about that?” Justin’s voice is deep and growly, kinda like the way he sounds when he fucks me.

I split my attention between the two men.

Wow. Daddy’s pulling the strings and getting the fuck off on it. His dick’s sticking out of the top of his boxers now, and his fist is wrapped around the thick length while he watches Matt and me stumble through this uncomfortable situation.

It seems as if the “script” Justin had given Matt has finally run out. And so, it’s as if J’s directing the shy man, egging him on. I don’t believe for a second that Matt doesn’t want me. He may just need a little help getting there, is all.

“
Matt?” I reach out, stroke a single finger across the top of his hand, and he turns his attention from his knees to me, eyes wide. “Whaddaya say?” I scoot closer until our bodies touch, my chest pressing into his arm. “Do you like the idea of fucking me? With my Daddy?”

I practically purr, rub against him like a cat, pout my lips, try my best to tempt him into action.

Matt tears his gaze away from me and looks to Justin, so I do the same. “Y-You sure, man? I mean…” He clears his throat, as if he’s having a hard time getting the words out. “I mean, she’s fucking hot. My dick’s hard just thinking about it.” His face burns practically neon as he says this.

Justin just nods. Then, with a quick jerk of his head, “Yes. She wants it. And I know you do too. Besides, she knows who her daddy is.”

Oh, yeah. I’ll always know.

I turn my attention back to Matt now, let my fingers drift from his hand to the bulge in his slacks, cup his hardness and give him a gentle squeeze. The reaction I get is instantaneous. He rocks his hips and arches into my hold, a hiss escaping his lips.

“
That’s it, Amber. Show him how good you are.” Daddy’s voice is low as our “director” is spurring the action on. “Why don’t you take his dick out, baby?”

Since he doesn’t mention me getting naked, I figure a blow job is what he’s aiming for. And fuck if I can wait.

I slide from the couch and crawl between Matt’s spread thighs, knees resting comfortably on the thick carpet. With quick movements, I brush his hands aside and undo his belt, pop the button and draw that zipper down. Oh-so-fucking-slowly.

The cock I’d squeezed only moments before is straining against Matt’s underwear. Sweet boy wearing his tighty-whiteys. His erection’s practically bursting through the fabric. I take a moment to peak at him from beneath my lashes, and find his attention completely on me, eyes wide, chest rising and falling in rapid succession.

Oh, yeah, Cutie likes.

I snag the waistband of his underwear, lift and tug until the elastic rests below his balls, putting it all on display for me.

He’s long and thick. Not quite as long as Daddy’s, but he’ll fill me up nicely just the same. The veins on his dick are standing out beneath the smooth skin of his cock, pulsing and tempting me to come in for a taste.

One last look over my shoulder. One last check-in with Daddy before I suck this handsome boy down.

Staring at him, I see his cock’s out and in his hand, pants discarded, shirt tossed aside. Daddy’s completely naked, and I realize he’s into this. Totally.

I turn back to Matt, the cutie who stutters when he talks to me, and rise up on my knees, bring my lips a hairsbreadth from the tip of his prick and the droplet of pre-cum pooled around the small opening there. “Is this what you want, Matt? Do you want me to suck your cock?”

He nods, tongue flicking over his lips. “Yeah.” His voice is barely a whisper.

I blow my heated breath toward his erection. “Say it.”

He swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing along his throat. “Please suck me.”

“
Suck your what?” I’m a total tease and slut, but I don’t care. Playing with this sweetheart is making me hotter with each passing second.

“
My—” he squeaks out the word, voice cracking “—cock. Suck my cock.”

“
Hmm…” I hum, and then lean forward to give him what he’s aching for. I flick my tongue just below the head, brush three times against the gathering of nerves there, and Matt nearly jumps off the couch.

I retreat from the cutie and raise my voice. “Ooh, Daddy. I think he likes it.” With a giggle, I go back for more, this time gathering the pre-cum and swallowing it down, savoring the salty-musky flavor of him. Another hum and I dive forward again, suckle the tip, tongue dancing over the slit of his cock, searching for more of his essence.

From my peripheral vision, I see Matt’s fists clenched, resting on the tops of his thighs, knuckles white. I pull away, smile when he whimpers, and urge the sweetheart on. “Grab my hair, Matt. Show me how much you like this.”

I wrap my lips around the head of his cock again, swallow some of his shaft, then grip the bottom half with one of my hands. I start out slow, ease down, rise up, hand working over what I can’t get down my throat. He’s thick and hard, silk over steel. Farther and farther down I go, taking more, squeezing and twisting on the upstroke.

His pre-cum is a delicious addition to the taste of his skin. And more and more of it oozes out with each rise and fall of my jerking motion. I moan as I increase the pace of my strokes, the suction of my mouth, delight in giving him pleasure.

Seconds tick by, until finally, Matt’s hands find my hair, cup my skull and take over my pace. His hips jerk and push more of himself into my mouth each time I go down. Feeding me inch upon inch of his hard shaft.

Fuck this is turning me on. Everything about it.

Daddy watching, probably stroking and tugging himself in time to me sucking his buddy’s dick. I hope he’s getting off on me doing another guy. On watching me pleasure someone else besides him.