Free Summer Solstice by Eden Bradley

harder,” Jared told him. “Come on.”
    A blur of motion, sensation, as the two men drove into her, it seemed. Two cocks, a primal force, sending pleasure like an electric current through her body.
    Matteo tensed first, shivering as his climax hit him. But Jared didn’t stop, his hips pumping, forcing Matteo to keep driving into her even as his cock softened. Matteo reached between them, pinching her clit between his fingers, and Leigh was next, pleasure rolling over her in thundering waves as she came.
    Still, Jared drove into Matteo, and even though she’d just come, the sight of them together, the feel of their two bodies against hers, was incredibly erotic. Overwhelming. Sending tremors of pleasure through her like the last waves of her orgasm. Finally, Jared called out, his body went rigid, and she felt him shudder as he came into Matteo.
    All she knew then was the deep pull of night air into her lungs, arms going around her as they fell together onto the bed. And in a tangle of skin and sweat, hands and murmuring lips, they fell asleep.

    The following weeks were a haze of blazing days and sultry nights. Leigh spent nearly every weeknight in Jared’s bed, sometimes with Matteo, sometimes just the two of them when Matteo went out to see friends, to play music. Neither got much work done, and weekends they rarely left the bed at all. Jared had accomplished little unpacking, and colorful takeout menus littered the tops of the boxes piled around his house, most of his artwork left on the floor, leaning against the walls.
    Leigh hardly noticed. All she knew was that this man did things to her body no one had ever done before. And having Matteo with them made it all seem like some erotic dream, as though she were living an impossible fantasy she’d never dared to imagine might actually come true. She woke each morning sore all over, yet wanting more. More of them both.
    More of Jared.
    Jared had awakened her senses, and there was no shutting them down, whether she was with him or not. On the few evenings he was away, her body yearned for him, demanding satisfaction. She had to stand in the shower, her soap-slicked hand rubbing furiously between her thighs, until, thinking of him, she came in a fierce explosion.
    But more than that, she missed him. She tried not to. But every cell in her being needed him, her heart as much as her body, which was something she wasn’t ready to think about. She adored Matteo. He was a gypsy, a little mysterious, intriguing. And always happy, carefree. He was the light to Jared’s dark, sweet where Jared was commanding. But it was Jared who was snaring her emotions.
    It was July Fourth, and the heat wave hadn’t eased, the only respite the cooler evenings, when the fog rolled in. The three of them walked down to the Santa Monica Pier to see the fireworks. They arrived just before sunset and found a spot on the sand by the pier, where they sat on a blanket and drank cold, dark beer. The ocean was a thrumming roar, the water turning gray, then a deep midnight blue as the sun went down, streaking the sky in pink and gold as the crowd grew around them.
    Leigh smiled when Jared pulled her to sit between his legs. She leaned into him, and he wrapped his arms around her, his hands coming to rest beneath her breasts. They immediately felt heavy and hot. She moved a little so the weight of them rested on his wrists.
    Her body tingled while darkness settled around them, while the crowd along the beach hummed with expectation. While Matteo sat beside them, idly stroking her bare calf, his fingers soft on her skin. She didn’t move when Jared’s fingers began to tease one nipple through her light gauze top. Her nipple stiffened and she moaned, and Matteo grinned at them.
    Jared said quietly, “When I get you home I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll come for an hour. What do you think of that?”
    “I think we can leave now.”
    “Naughty girl. You’ll have to wait until the fireworks are