He pulled his other hand free of her shirt and cradled her head in his palm. Angling her head, he captured her mouth. Immediately, he thrust inside to taste her sweetness. Mara lifted into him and met his kiss with a wildness he hadn’t expected but found completely delightful.
“Perfect,” he heard Daniel murmur as he felt his partner pull slightly away from them and move behind Mara. A moment later, Jacob felt Daniel’s hands working at the closure of Mara’s shorts. The backs of Daniel’s hands bumped repeatedly against Jacob’s groin as he moved. Since Mara was shorter, he knew the touch was intentional. His blood simmered as he imagined having the best of both worlds—both Daniel and Mara in his bed. Both loving him. Both belonging to him.
But for how long?
his inner voice taunted. He shoved away the thought as he focused on his lovers. There was no way they’d come with him when he confessed his new job on the other side of the country.
He broke away from Mara’s mouth to drag in a shuddering breath as he fought the sadness welling inside him. He’d work it out. He wouldn’t lose them. He couldn’t.
But that included winning over Mara. He claimed her lips again, knowing she wouldn’t forgive him if she chose them over Marco, then he, Jacob, left. She made a small keening sound and curled her fingers into his chest, and he was lost again. All thoughts of probable outcomes slid away, and it was only their three bodies moving together.
Wildly, he shoved up her shirt, tearing his mouth away again, only long enough to pull off the garment and toss it to the cement floor. Blindly, he worked at her bra.
Daniel’s hands grazed his thighs as he pulled down her shorts. Jacob felt her step out of them. He heard Daniel move again, then suddenly, he was there tugging at Jacob’s pants.
Finally unhooking Mara’s bra, Jacob stepped backward and took in her succulent body. Chubby? Hardly. She was beautiful, all woman from her full breasts to her flared hips and lush thighs. Strands of her glossy hair had escaped her braid and now curled around her face.
“She’s beautiful,” Daniel murmured to Jacob as he nipped at Jacob’s bare shoulder. Daniel’s naked body pressed into Jacob’s back, his hard cock fitting against Jacob’s ass.
“Botticelli’s Venus,” Jacob answered, thinking her face could have been a model for the subject of the painting. Jacob shuddered as desire for Mara twined with desire for Daniel. His rigid cock throbbed with the need for them both.
Mara glanced down, a blush creeping up her cheeks.
“Don’t know that one,” Daniel replied. His fingers wrapped around Jacob’s erection. “Just know she’s smashing hot.”
The pink stain crept down her neck and into her chest. She stared at Daniel’s hand working Jacob’s cock. Jacob held out a hand.
“Come here,” he beckoned as thunder drowned out his words. It didn’t seem to matter. In the surreal enclosure of the tent, battered by the wind and rain, they seemed to understand each other without the words. Mara came to him, and he pulled her tight to his body even as Daniel released his cock.
“On the bed,” Daniel suggested, nipping the juncture of Jacob’s neck and shoulder.
Without hesitation, Jacob lifted Mara into his arms and walked around the makeshift bed, settling her in the middle. Daniel grabbed his arm and yanked him back before he could climb onto the mattress beside her. Lifting Jacob’s chin with a crooked finger, Daniel looked into his eyes with a gaze that seemed to swirl with emotions.
“I love you,” he said then pressed his lips to Jacob’s, parting them with his own. His tongue thrust inside, claiming Jacob’s mouth as if to say,
No matter how this goes, you’ll always be mine.
Arousal coursed through Jacob even stronger than before, and his blood seemed to pound through his veins as excitement overwhelmed him. They’d waited so long for the right woman…a woman who would love them both, who they could both love, and who would let them love each other as well.
He smiled as Daniel pulled away. It was time to claim their woman.
Mara caught her breath as she watched Daniel kiss Jacob. God, they were gorgeous together. As remarkable as it seemed, she’d never seen them kiss. They seemed to keep such intimacies to themselves behind closed doors. Sure, she saw the smouldering glances and the occasional touches, but this…this sizzling connection, the purely erotic soul-bonding visible when they kissed, sent electricity forking through her belly.
Her pussy tingled as she observed them. She needed to be touched. She needed to touch. As she watched them kiss, her hand snaked over her middle and down to the springy curls that hid her drenched folds. Her air shuddered from her as she slipped a finger inside to glide over her throbbing clit.
Pushing her head back into the camp pillow at the top of the bed, she closed her eyes and flexed her finger over her rigid nub. The open sleeping bag beneath her slid sensuously along her limbs heightening her arousal.
She moaned as warmth enfolded both her nipples and her hand was eased away from her pussy. Each man clasped one of her wrists and held them away from her body as they suckled at her breasts. Pleasure streaked from their mouths to her womb to evoke a slick flood to her folds. She cried out, yanking futilely at her wrists as each man pushed a finger over her clit, stroking from front to back but never entering her. She writhed against them. She needed more. She needed to be filled. She needed to touch them, to give them the bliss they gave her.
They wouldn’t allow it regardless of how much she yanked and begged and cried out. They seemed intent on torturing her into a body-racking orgasm as they drew her nipples deep into their mouths and continually worked over her slit. Her legs bent, and her heels pushed into the air mattress as she sought their penetration.
Finally,
finally
, two fingers slid deep inside her, and the mouths left her breasts.
“Yes,” she breathed, grateful that she could touch them when they finally released her wrists. She bit her lip, her hands spreading on the warm flesh over her. Fingers stretched her and filled her with the utmost pleasure. In a daze, she realized it was one man who touched her. She opened her eyes to see them kneeling over her, Daniel’s hand to Jacob’s mouth as Jacob sucked her essence from his lover’s fingers. Daniel leaned forward and kissed Jacob passionately, but Jacob’s strokes into her channel never slowed. Their cocks touched over her body.
Pulling Daniel’s hip, she tugged him toward her. He fell over her on all fours with a chuckle that evaporated as she wrapped her lips around his arousal.
“Oh God, Mara! Yes,” he moaned.
She worked her mouth over him, vaguely aware of Jacob on all fours beside him. Jacob spread her pussy and sucked her clit between his lips, sending a rocket through her limbs. She screamed around Daniel’s cock, startled by the sublime sensation. Anxiously, she worked up and down Daniel’s staff while Jacob continued to thrust into her with fingers and tongue.
Daniel jerked.
Her release stampeded toward her while gusts of the wind battered the tent and thunder crashed around them. Insistent tendrils edged out from her womb, ready for her imminent explosion.
She clamped down tight on Daniel, one hand fondling his balls while the other clasped the base of his cock. She wasn’t orgasming alone. He groaned, jerking again in her mouth. This time hot seed splattered down her throat. Her body arched beneath the men as her own release pounded through her more powerfully than anything she’d ever felt. Daniel pulled free, spraying her neck and chest with the last of his cum, and she screamed as spasms continued through her.
Daniel collapsed beside her, and Jacob shifted between her thighs, shoving her legs farther apart with his knees. Leaning over her, he lapped his lover’s cum from her as his cock prodded her entrance.
He seemed in no hurry to enter her as he teased his arousal up and down her needy folds.
“Please, Jacob,” she begged. If she didn’t have him inside her soon, she’d…fling him over on the mattress and have her way with him. Maybe she should do that anyway. As if sensing her inner aggression, he lifted his head and grinned down at her.
“So pretty and all ours,” he growled.
“Yes,” she whispered and shoved away a niggling that hinted that it wasn’t quite true.
Jacob slid forward, and she forgot everything as exquisite sensation slipped over her, inch by perfect, thick inch. She gazed up at her friend, this beautiful, wonderful man and was overwhelmed by the complete peace encircling her even as her body cried for more of him, more of Daniel.
Daniel smoothed her hair from her forehead, kissing her face and neck. His hand trailed over her perspiration slicked body and played over her undulating belly as she moved with Jacob.
“I like watching him fuck you,” he whispered. He nipped her earlobe. “Doesn’t he feel great?”
“Yes,” she gasped. Her fingers clenched the sleeping bag as she closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation of two men loving her at once. Aside from their earlier kisses, their every move, their every touch was for her. She felt them everywhere as four hands traveled her body along with Daniel’s mouth trailing over her shoulder and neck, and Jacob’s cock relentlessly pounding in her. Her mind detached and seemed to bob along a nebulous ether that allowed nothing but the tide of fantastic pleasure rising within her. It washed closer and closer with each drive, and she heard wrenching sobs as she twisted in orgasmic ecstasy beneath her two lovers.
“Yeah, baby, squeeze my cock,” Jacob urged. “So tight…”
Reaching between them, he scraped his thumb over her clit, and she launched into a miasma of release, myriad colors swirling dizzily past her vision. Over and over, it seemed to pulse its life through her then all too soon it ended. Wrung dry of energy, she collapsed backward onto the mattress and lay there limply as Jacob panted beside her, and Daniel grinned a very self-satisfied grin.
“That was awesome,” he said.
“If you blog about it, I’ll kill you,” she threatened, though at the moment she doubted she could move.
“Aw, sweetie, I really would, ‘cept you know I only blog about politicians. You planning to run for office?”
“I don’t think I could run, walk or even crawl right now.”
Jacob nipped her shoulder. “Good,” he said as he pulled her flush to his body and Daniel cuddled in close. “Stay right here.”
She yawned, exhausted and completely comfortable despite the steamy heat enveloping them. The storm had diminished to a dull, thunking drizzle against the canvas overhead. The sound quickly lulled her toward sleep within the four most perfect arms in the world.
She smiled. In the center of the bed. In the center of this trio. This centering thing might just be working.
* * * *
Her limbs were like rubber. And the heat was melting her. As good as it felt to be between Daniel and Jacob, she couldn’t stand laying there a second longer and sticking to them. Carefully, disengaging her skin and wishing again they were at home in their air-conditioned apartment where they could lay entwined for hours, she scooted off the end of the makeshift bed.
Distantly, she wondered how long she’d been asleep—this time. The guys were insatiable. Mara didn’t think she’d ever made love as many times in a night, but each time she fell asleep, one or both of them would wake her a short time later. And she didn’t care. She’d never felt so good. The only downside was the heat.
She wanted a cool bath before they woke again, and the stream would work perfectly. Quickly, she worked the damp ties on the tent flaps and slipped through the opening. The evening air outside was much cooler after the storm, and instant refreshment swept over her though she felt the humidity already building. It was bearable now, but by morning…
Well, they’d just have to stay naked for comfort. It was a sacrifice, but sometimes sacrifices had to be made.
She almost giggled at the thought as she wandered to her supplies. The wind had knocked over a few items, but the men had apparently secured things while she’d been hiking. That was another sensibility point in their favor.
After a moment’s fumbling, she found her soap and a towel in one of the Rubbermaid totes then headed for the stream. The bright moonlight showed the way as clearly as if it were day, and within minutes, she was at the edge of the shallow stream. She dropped her towel near the bank. The rushing water seemed to glimmer beneath the full moon and bright stars. After being with Jacob and Daniel
everything
seemed to glimmer. They just made her feel so…happy.
She wanted more of it. She’d wash then quickly go back for another round of their tandem loving. Having them touch her, watching them touch each other…she’d never been more moved. She’d never felt more right.
You know what that means, don’t you?
the voice she’d been fighting whispered. She did know. She couldn’t marry Marco. She just couldn’t do it. After tasting passion and such happiness with Daniel and Jacob, she couldn’t consign herself to that. Guilt pricked at her. Marco was an awesome guy. He didn’t deserve to be thrown over right before their wedding. But how much worse would it be if they married and made each other miserable? Which would be the greater wrong? Especially if she knew better?
She rubbed a hand over her face. She’d sort through this in the morning. Though she’d tried to forget she had it with her, she had a satellite phone in the bottom of her bag. Her cousin had thrust in into her hand and insisted she take it. Mara supposed she could use it to call Marco.