Night Is Darkest (24 page)

Tyler snagged the towels and used them to form a pillow for Mason. The other man smiled then reclined. When he adjusted a fraction of an inch, Lacey moaned. The waterfall bathed her clit with inconsistent ripples of drumming liquid that proceeded to run down her slit before trickling across Mason’s sensitive balls.

“It’s not too much, Lacey?” Tyler ran his hand under the flow to test the pressure. Nice.

“It’s perfect.” The husky note in her melodious voice helped to resuscitate his half-hard cock.

By raising or lowering his hips, Mason controlled the exact location of the waterfall’s most intense stream. Tyler loved watching the devious man mold her desire like a blacksmith honing a glowing rod of molten metal into a precise instrument of destruction. His broad hands roamed every exposed inch of her body, undermining her composure with strategic caresses, pinches and tiny slaps.

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 knot of Lacey’s clit, which peeked out from beneath its hood. Tyler’s head dropped back against the rock when her pussy clenched around his cock. The resulting pain cleared the haze from his mind long enough for him to register her irresistible begging.

“That’s better.” Mason bit the tip of one floating breast. “Now, try to relax. Tell me if it’s too much. There are plenty of other ways we can play.”

“No!” Panic shrilled the outcry. Her vaginal muscles clamped on Tyler tight enough he thought his cock might dent.

“Please, give me your cock. Please fuck me.”

Mason grabbed the base of his erection. He guided the bulbous head over the seam in Tyler’s ball sac then traced the raised ridge of the vein there as he followed the leading line straight to the mouth of Lacey’s pussy. The heat of Mason’s erection singed Ty when he probed the taut opening. All three of them gasped simultaneously when the tip of Mason’s cock began to penetrate.

Mason pressed on his shaft to coax it through the ring of muscle guarding her entrance but it popped out of alignment and glanced off the target, poking Tyler’s sac once more. He tried to contain the moan of disappointment and pleasure, but failed.

With an evil grin, Mason checked the seal. His fingertip circled Ty’s cock just inside the grip of her humid tissue. Even that made for a snug fit. Warm water gushed inside her when he withdrew. Just when he figured the other man, whose thick cock posed a challenge to average sexual partners—never mind tiny, unused ones—had given up, the spongy head probed once more.

The intensity returned when Mason’s erection compressed against Tyler’s shaft as it squeezed past the initial resistance. Steady pressure built as their erections crammed together to invade Lacey. The tempo of her shallow pants increased. Her questing fingers found Ty’s then practically squashed them. After tense seconds colored only by the rush of water, and Lacey’s plaintive whimpers, the ridge of Mason’s glans passed the bottleneck. Once the head had breached, her greedy pussy swallowed a third of the massive cock.

Lacey whimpered at the stretching of her delicate structure.

“Shh. You’re okay, little one. You’re doing great. The hard part is over.”

“No. I think that’s just the beginning of the hard part.” Her chuckle reverberated along the length of Ty’s buried cock.

“Son of a bitch!” Mason felt the rippling effect, too. He initiated a restrained tempo of fucking, which insinuated his cock further with each forward nudge. The incremental penetration rasped over zillions of nerve endings in Ty’s throbbing hard-on. Lacey’s head thrashed on his chest as she absorbed them both. Tyler traced light circles around Lacey’s clit, encouraging her arousal.

The musical splash of displaced water joined the white noise of the falls and the haunting echoes of their grunts, whimpers and passionate moans. Ty supported her slight weight as well as the additional burden of Mason’s bulk. Though his ribs protested, he reveled in the closeness—in becoming their foundation.

His cock twitched at the thought, massaging Mason where they burrowed inside Lacey’s saturated heat. Mason resettled her hips, anchoring them while he began to increase the frequency and range of his lunges. Soon, he’d impaled her fully on his shaft. Each motion excited the sensitive underside of Tyler’s cock.

Washington.

Mason caught his tortured groan then tossed him a predatory smirk.

Adams.

“You hear that, doll? Tyler’s getting close to shooting in that sweet pussy. Is that what you want?”

Jefferson, Madison, Monroe…

The unadulterated lust in her moan of assent took three presidents to overcome. She raked her nails down Mason’s spine, inspiring him.
Adams.
Tyler scooted up several inches on the block when the other man strengthened his thrusts.
Jackson.
Now, on each circuit, he withdrew to the brink of slipping free before plunging to the hilt.
Van Buren.
The walls of Lacey’s pussy flexed, hugging them tighter than a fist.

Harrison.

“Such. A. Good. Girl.” Mason punctuated each word with a slam of his hips.

Tyler, the best president. Polk. Taylor. Fillmore.

“Oh, shit. Fillmore!” The thirteenth president had never seemed so naughty. Mason, who’d skimmed a hair from failing history, took him literally.

He fucked without tempering his need. Ty would bear bruises on his back and ass but the pain spurred him higher. Who the hell came after Fillmore?

“Mason! Ty!”

“Got you.” He growled against her neck then licked, sucked and nibbled whatever fell into his reach. In turn, she left a dark red mark on Mason’s chest when she bit him.

“That’s the way, doll. Milk our cocks.” Mason angled his hips for the ultimate penetration. The position put his torso closer to them. “Come around us. Push Tyler over the edge.”

He sealed the demand with a fierce kiss. Ty watched up close as they exchanged thrusts of their tongues in time to the pace of their fucking. The sight destroyed his last shred of control. Like a madman, he lunged into Lacey’s quivering pussy from below. When she shattered, screaming their names, he couldn’t help but follow. He understood what it felt like to be consumed by the chain lightning of Mason’s desire.

Spasm after spasm splattered his come against her cervix and the head of Mason’s still thrusting cock.

“Fuck, yeah!” Mason stared him straight in the eye. His blue stare practically glowed. “I can feel you spraying on me.”

For one instant, Tyler wished he could say the same about Mason. Nothing could compare to the jets of the other man’s come scalding his prostate as he blew his load. In an instant, Lacey had been shifted to the side. Her lax pose combined with residual moans as aftershocks zipped through her.

Then Mason was on him. “I saw that moment of regret, Tyler.”

“I’ll never regret this. I love you. Both of you.”

“Love you too.” Lacey’s strained voice came out as a scratch. Now lying beside him, they exchanged a sweet kiss a moment before she stifled a yawn. “Let us take care of you, Mason.”

Though primal power surged in his veins, Mason nuzzled her before smiling against her lips. “I’m not sure you can move, doll.”

“Just need a second.” She propped her cheek on Tyler’s shoulder to keep her face above water when she could no longer hold it up herself.