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Matt approaches us, hugging us with each arm and whispering, “Time to go home. I’m thinking bed, no clothing, and lots of loving involved. Who’s with me?”
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Thea
As we arrive home,Matt cups my face with both hands and stares deeply at me. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
I clear my throat, trying to find my voice. I don’t doubt my decision to take this next step, but I’m nervous as all hell. Making love with the two men I love is part of this relationship, I know, but I’ve never done it, nor have I ever seen lovemaking take place in this unconventional way for that matter.
The idea makes me weak in the knees. There’s a surge of electricity running through my veins. But, what if… I’ve no idea what to expect, or what to offer to make it good for them too.
“If you have doubts, we can wait,” Tristan assures me, moving up against my back, wrapping us both with his arms. He nibbles behind my neck, pressing his mouth on my ear as he whispers, “We have an eternity to try this, Butterfly.”
Pressed between the two, I feel safe, loved, and in my gut, I know this is right. “No, there’re no doubts,” I confirm, looking at Matt who gives me that mischievous gaze I love.
He grabs on to my hips, leans forward, his breath feathering my lips for a few beats, making them needy for his, and as I open them, he presses his mouth against mine. As his tongue thrusts inside mine, Tristan’s hands slide down my belly. My breasts swell and ache at their touch, and my pussy clenches with need. Matt’s mouth muffles the throaty moan that escapes me.
There’s a buzz that stops everything. Tristan’s hands loosen.
“Fuck, I forgot,” he says. “My assistant and I have to make sure that tonight runs smoothly at my businesses.” He shrugs apologetically.
“We open at midnight?Black Friday.Let me call him and I’ll catch up with you.” He nibbles my ear. “I love you, Butterfly, and I can’t wait to fly away with you.”
Matt runs his lips over my chest, stopping right at the cleavage of my dress before straightening and giving Tristan a cocky grin. “Your loss is my gain, Coop. We’ll be in my room. I’ll prep her for us.” My legs wobble as my mind wonders what the prep will involve. “Don’t be long or we’ll take off without you.”
“Lucky her.” Tristan winks at me and kisses Matt briefly before he heads to the office.
“Come on, Butterfly. Let’s go in the room and have some fun while our guy goes to work.”
Matt and I climb the stairs, and with every step my nerve endings prickle my skin, making it buzz.
As we step inside the room, Matt unbuttons his shirt. I watch as he unwraps his ripped pecs and chiseled abs, leaving the black slacks that hang on his hips as he takes off the belt. Taking a few steps forward, he nuzzles my neck. “Ready for me to unwrap you?” I respond with a nod.
His biceps flex as he holds on to the fabric of my dress.
“Allow me,” he murmurs, tugging up the dress inch by inch. His breath hitches as he pulls it up over my waist and uncovers my breasts, wrapped with the lacy black bra—part of the lingerie he gifted me with yesterday. Lifting my arms, he draws it over my head and tosses it to the side.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous from head to toe.” He glides a finger from the edge of the lacy bra, stopping at the matching set of panties, making my skin sizzle with his touch.
Matt slides a hand beneath my hair to the back of my neck, bending his head and taking my mouth. It’s a hot, scorching, delicious kiss.
Sinfully delicious.
My hands come to rest on his hard chest. I run them up and down, feeling his muscles ripple under my fingertips. As the kiss continues, and his hands roam over my back, he then lifts me and moves us toward the bed. The kiss stops as he pops the clasp of the bra, releasing my tits.
“So beautiful, Butterfly,” he whispers, bending his head and taking a nipple in his mouth. My back arches as he slips a finger into my panties, sliding them down over my legs. “I’ll never get tired of looking at you. Touching you. You’re like a handcrafted instrument, well-tuned and waiting to be caressed to produce the right notes.”
His lips touch my body, working their way down along with his hands to my belly and then my hips. “Remember what we did last night, while my mouth fucked your pussy?”
“Mmm.” My sex clenches.
Matt moves to the nightstand, grabs the lube, squeezes some on his fingers, and places his thumb on my back hole. My breath quickens, waiting for him. Just by touching all those nerve endings, I am a mass of need.
“Relax, baby, we’ve done this before. Don’t fight it.” Matt slides his digit, and tonight there’s no resistance.
Slowly, he removes it almost all the way before pushing it back in. He continues, softening the tight ring, adjusting my body to the intrusion. Meanwhile, his other hand reaches down to my drenched pussy where one of his fingers begins swirling around my clit.
“Can you take more, baby?” I groan, nodding at him, as I grind against his fingers, searching for release.
