Night Is Darkest Jayne Rylon (bookreader .TXT) 📖

When he tapped the sides of her breasts, her back arched high enough that Ty could have put his fist between the taut bodies of his lovers. So beautiful. Sometime during their display, his fingers had collared the base of his cock. He indulged in idle strokes while Mason alternated sharp, stinging spanks with feather-light glances of his fingertip across her breasts, bellybutton and lips.

Tyler observed the rebirth of Lacey’s yearning. Soon she struggled in Mason’s hold. She hadn’t listened to his advice. After she attempted to align her clit beneath the shower instead of remaining where Mason placed her, their lover spread his fingers on her throat. The loose hold did nothing to restrain her physically but the reminder stilled her rebellious dance in an instant.

Her instinctive submission to Mason’s implied power thrilled Tyler.

“Shit, yes. That’s right, doll.” The swift allocation of her reward enforced the lesson Mason taught without words. He cradled her hips in his white knuckled grip then aligned her with uncanny precision. “You’re going to come again for us, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Please, let me. Make me.”

The rounded surface of her abdomen flexed as her body prepared to shatter.

“Only because you remembered to ask so nice.” Mason shifted one hand to roll her nipple between his rough fingertips. “Kiss me while you come, Lacey. Feed me your gorgeous cries.”

He directed her jaw while she strained to fuse their mouths. She screamed Mason’s name a second before her entire frame shuddered in his hold. The inferno of need peaked for Lacey but Mason refused to let her go. The expert stroke of his lips and tongue on hers drew out her pleasure until her shriek faded. Long moans replaced the desperation of her squeals but still she returned for more.

Tyler couldn’t stand to watch from the sidelines for another round. He caught Mason’s attention. With a pointed lift of his chin, he motioned to the other side of the waterfall. The smug man nodded then raised their prize to him. Ty caught the precious cargo, taking up where Mason had left off in worshiping Lacey’s mouth.

His lips never once broke from hers as he picked his way across the slope, through the waterfall and onto a half-submerged rock worn smooth from countless other bathers who’d taken advantage of the convenient formation. He laid her onto the platform then followed her down. The water covered their legs and midriffs but their upper bodies anchored them in the shallows. Silken strands of her hair fanned out in a halo around her face.

Mason followed two steps behind. The rigid shaft of his jutting cock swayed as he ambled closer. Tyler groaned at the sight.

“Oh no you don’t, Lambert. You had her first. If I don’t get inside her I’m going to die. Move over.”

“There’s enough of me to go around.” The breathless tease accompanied her bold statement with the glide of her fingers between her plump breasts—rosy from Mason’s handling—below the line of the waves, across her belly then into the nirvana he’d discovered between her legs. She spread those sleek thighs until they fashioned a cradle for even their much wider builds.

He rubbed his eyes but the vision remained.

“Big words for such a little lady, doll.” Mason eyed her wanton pose then arched an eyebrow in Ty’s direction.

Could Lacey handle another degree of their intimacy? Could she take them both at once?

Tyler’s mind argued in favor of her innocence. She’d been a virgin mere days before. But she sensed their waffling and continued her assault on their good sense. Before he knew what she intended, she’d flipped to her knees, folded herself nearly in half and presented her luscious ass to them. Her forearms and cheek rested flat on the glossy surface of the wet stone.

The firm swells of her heart-shaped bottom crested the surface of the pool. Waves splashed her pussy in rhythmic pulses. “Mmm. Please, I need to be fucked. I want you both. Together.”

Tyler couldn’t deny the honest plea in her eyes. Not when he needed it so bad. He blanketed the graceful curve of her damp back, grinding his painful cock in the valley of her ass. When the tip of his cock nudged the puckered ring of her rear passage, she flinched.

He stole a glance at Mason who shook his head. Negative.

Neither one of them had the control, or the supplies, to initiate her properly into that dark pleasure. Instead, he tucked his throbbing cock against her succulent pussy and sank into her slick passage with one fluid motion. He couldn’t stop himself from fucking her a little.

Tyler stole several seconds of ecstasy, pumping in and out of her tight clutches, but Mason’s warning growl alerted him to his transgression. He blinked. “Sorry man, I can’t help myself when it comes to her.”

“Let me in, Ty.” Mason’s ultra-independent façade slipped for a nanosecond. The vulnerability cut straight to his heart.

“Always, Mason. We’re in this together. All of us.” Tyler rotated to his back, still locked with Lacey. Her relaxed muscles conformed to curve of his body.

“Can you take me, too?” The uncertainty flickering in Mason’s gaze seemed so out of place. He’d never hesitated in their wildest adventures.

“I want to try.” Lacey raised her arms in welcome.

Mason knelt between their legs. The coarse hair on his thighs abraded the inside of Ty’s. Then he bent forward until his sturdy chest transformed their woman into the meat of a Ty-son sandwich. She planted her feet on the bottom of the spring then thrust her pelvis toward Mason’s cock. The motion stroked Tyler’s embedded flesh.

“Join us, Mason.” She attempted to tether him with the length of her arm.

“Who’s the boss here, doll?”

Tyler groaned when Mason withheld the treat they both craved.

“I don’t give a crap as long as someone fucks me soon.”

“That’s so not the right answer.” Mason grabbed hold of the base of his cock. He smacked his hard-on against the inflamed