Free Erica's Choice by Sami Lee Page B

can barely take a shower anymore without…” He chuckled ruefully. “Unloading.”
    The thought of Corey doing that while thinking about her, while thinking about Griff, made Erica’s clit pulse. Putting clothes on suddenly seemed unappealing. Her skin was flushed hot, so that even the towel wrapped around her was too stifling.
    Helpless to control her actions, Erica slipped a hand between her thighs and pressed it against her throbbing flesh. It didn’t alleviate the building ache.
    “Does it turn you on, Erica? Remembering how it was when Griff and I were with you in the shower, how we took turns fucking you from behind?”
    Erica released a strangled sound and admitted it. “Yes.”
    “I think about it all the time. I think about all the stuff we didn’t get to try, things I want to do with you.”
    Erica swallowed, both nervous and excited by where this was heading. “Like?”
    “Like sex in a bed, for a start.” There was a smile in his voice. “Right now I’m picturing you on your knees, wrapped only in a towel like you are, slowly licking my cock.”
    Between her legs, Erica’s hand flexed. Her flesh responded with an eager quiver, making it impossible for her to keep from moving her hand up and down in rhythmic strokes. Her tortured moan traveled down the telephone wire.
    “It excites you, doesn’t it? The idea of me using your mouth like that?”
    “Yes.”
    “What about Griff? Would you let him do the same thing?”
    There was something deliciously submissive about the mental picture that formed, of those two gorgeous men forcing her to service them. But Erica found herself admitting a fear she wouldn’t normally express. It seemed Corey was always compelling her to make unexpected admissions. “I would but I don’t think I’m very skilled at, um, oral sex.”
    Annoyance laced Corey’s query. “Who told you that? The idiot who wasn’t interested in touching you?”
    Doug hadn’t actually complained about her technique, but his patent lack of enthusiasm for the act had eventually made Erica stop trying. “There’s a chance I’m actually not good at it, you know.”
    “Listen to me here, Erica. Any man who complains about any effort you make in that department does not deserve you. Not a minute of your time, you hear me?”
    His staunch defense made her heart warm, made the awkward insecurities she’d experienced with Doug slip away. “Thank you, that’s sweet.”
    “Sweet nothing, I’m serious. You’d only have to run your tongue over me once and I’d be thanking you .I’d be begging for more and praising my luck that you were willing to go there.”
    Erica smiled. “Okay, I get it.”
    “You sure? If you want I can drive over there and prove it to you.”
    It was a flippant offer with serious undertones that Erica so wanted to take him up on. But she replied, “I’m happy like this.”
    Strange as it seemed, she was. Right now, talking to Corey about surprisingly intimate things, Erica was happy. She wasn’t thinking about tomorrow or next week or anything but this moment.
    “I figured you’d say that.” Corey groaned. “Never mind that my dick resembles a telegraph pole right now. Shit, listen to me. I sound like Griff.”
    “That’s okay. I love the way he talks.”
    “I was raised to be more polite, but damn, you bring something out in me. You make me more like him.”
    “Is that bad?”
    “No. I’ve always admired the way Griff can say whatever he wants and somehow get away with it.”
    “What do you want to say right now?”
    “That I’m so hard I’m not going to be able to sleep unless I… Can you guess what I’m doing right now, Erica?”
    Erica closed her eyes. “Yes.”
    “Because you’re doing it too. Touching yourself because you can’t help it. I can hear those soft little moans you’re making. They’re driving me crazy.”
    “Oh, Corey.” Between her legs, her hand began to move faster.
    “Can you guess what I’m picturing while I’m