Nichols, Tara S. - Island of Three (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Tara S. Nichols

  “Oh, I like this,” she said, leaving off Blaine and taking a breath before switching tasks on both men.

  It was Tyler’s turn again until he, too, teetered on the brink of release.

  “Trust me, baby, I know, but I think you’ve teased us long enough. Now it’s our turn.”

  Blaine’s hand slid along her back, ending at her rump where he squeezed and caressed the ample flesh. Easing his hand over and around her buttocks, he cupped her mound with his large hand and gently rubbed it in a circular motion. Her mouth opened at the sheer pleasure he wrought, but he wasn’t done. Still rubbing, he slid his thick middle finger into her hot, wet opening, then, ever so slowly pressed up into her. She groaned with delight, pushing back into him, wanting more of the sweet pleasure he was eliciting from her. Now it was her turn to moan out loud.

  “Oh, baby! You really do like this,” he said, commenting on how wet she had become. He pumped her slick passage single-mindedly.

  Tyler’s fingers reached underneath her and captured her nipple. Tugging on it gently, he rolled it in his fingers, sending rivers of pleasure rippling through her body only to be volleyed back again from Blaine’s aggressive thrusts.

  “I think I want a taste, too,” she heard Blaine say, and then his finger disappeared only to be replaced by his tongue. She was so caught up in what the boys were doing that she barely noticed Blaine slide beneath her until she felt his hot tongue licking at her swollen lips. He nipped at her sensitive flesh and swirled his tongue around her stiff nub. Then, using long, flat strokes, he teased her in return until her legs quivered under the building tension, bringing her close to climax and covering her inner thighs with hungry kisses when she seemed close.

  Her breath caught in her throat, and it took her a moment to realize she had left Tyler high and dry. Resuming her efforts with renewed energy, she put all her rapidly growing lust into Tyler’s waiting cock. She was satisfied only when he moaned and writhed under her expertise. It seemed no sooner had she started when his cock stiffened to a point of no return.

  “Oh god! I’m going to explode!” he cried out. He jerked slightly and grasped her by her hair, then proceeded to spill hot cum into her mouth. She caught each spray and lapped it up hungrily.

  Tyler slumped over a moment later, looking spent, but very happy.

  Adele sat up as much as she could without disturbing Blaine’s work too much and shifted so she could reach his bulging erection. Slipping it into her mouth, she intended to have seconds.

  Blaine groaned with pleasure, but Adele knew she could do it better if she adjusted her position. Moving away from Blaine’s mouth, she turned around and straddled his legs. About to take him into her mouth again, she felt a strange sensation nudging her between her legs that she was certain was not Blaine or Tyler. It was a rougher, scratchier sensation that applied just a little too much pressure. She spared a moment to glance behind her to see that she had backed into a branch protruding from the low sloping roof. She had received a warm welcome from a rather large knot, reminding her that their cozy little shelter didn’t allow for such elaborate acrobatics.

  Blaine looked up to see what had distracted her. She felt his warm breath on her as he laughed.

  “Well, now that just won’t do.” he said, sliding out from under her.

  With a motion toward Tyler, Adele watched as Blaine caught the box of condoms tossed to him. Selecting one, he opened it hastily and slid it on over his bulging erection.

  This is it! She eyed his impressive shaft. She knew he was big, but now, faced with the thought of his cock inside of her, she wondered if it would fit.

  Blaine urged her forward then moved in behind her.

  Without any further warning, he parted her lips and eased himself into her, his cock acting like an ice breaker to a very wet and willing ocean.

  She gasped as she felt her walls straining from the sheer size of him. He pushed mercilessly deeper in until he hit her end then retreated slowly until the head of his cock rested against her entrance. He lingered there a moment, teasing her with the tiniest of movements before thrusting back into her. She groaned as a wave of ecstasy rippled through her.

  With her palms pushing against the rock floor, she lowered her shoulders to the ground and pushed back into Blaine, accepting every thrust with a hunger so intense she just wanted more. From his vantage point, Blaine pursued her using this position that allowed more resistance and drove into her with a growing vigor. Her nipples brushed slightly against the pebbled granite floor, adding to the already intense overload of sensations.

  Her first climax rocked her hard. Her pussy clamped down around Blaine’s pumping shaft. When the second one came, she glanced up bleary eyed to see that Tyler was watching from the sidelines, his cock held tightly in his fist and his gaze intent as he pumped it enthusiastically.

  The next thing she knew, Tyler had shifted so as he was kneeling in front of her, his legs spread on either side of her, his cock displayed proudly for her open mouth. She could taste his arousal as he slid between her lips again.

  Blaine let out a ferocious cry, and she felt him throbbing deep inside of her. He jerked violently as his orgasm rocked his body.

  She caught another exchange between Tyler and Blaine, and the next thing she knew, they’d switched positions again.

  * * * *

  Watching Blaine with Adele was both gut-wrenching and invigorating for Tyler. He had mixed feelings about seeing the girl he thought he might be falling in love with fucking another guy, yet he’d never been more turned on. Blaine’s cock charged forward and filled Adele until her eyes went wide, and before he knew it, his cock had revived itself and was ready for more. Somehow, watching her have sex was almost as good as being the man inside of her. Almost. He had no intention of being a spectator on the sidelines for long.

  Together they urged her into a positioned where she lay on her back with her arms above her head. Starting at her wrists, Blaine’s fingers slowly traveled down the length of her body until they reached her breasts. Wrapping his hands around each one, he gently rolled and kneaded them, making her writhe and moan. She met Tyler’s eyes and arched her hips into the air, signaling she was more than ready for more. Tyler watched for a moment as Blaine worked her up, taking pleasure in the knowledge that his fantasies were about to come true. Then, taking a moment to slide a condom on, he moved between her legs, grabbed hold of each firm thigh and buried his cock deep into the heat of her wet pussy.

  Adele cried out with delight as he filled her again and again.

  * * * *

  The sensation between being restrained by Blaine and taken by Tyler sent her over the edge with her most powerful orgasmic contraction yet. Tyler followed soon after her, grunting gutturally as he emptied his load for the second time that night.

  With a contented sigh, she let her muscles relax upon the ground, aware of her still throbbing cunt. Tyler lay down beside her and rested one hand tenderly on her hip. Rolling her onto her side, Blaine moved in to join them, spooning her from behind. Never had she felt so satisfied nor so entirely spent. Such intense orgasms, and so many, had left her trembling with fatigue.

  Snuggling in closer to her, she felt Blaine’s hand come to rest on one of her breasts. It felt warm compared to her sweat cooled skin and satisfyingly tender. She was vaguely aware of a pale blue twilight sky, but she just couldn’t keep her eyes open a minute longer.

  “So, we sleep now?” she asked, her eyes barely open.

  “Sounds good,” Tyler readily agreed, the soft tone of his voice indicating that he, too, was weary.

  “That is, until round two,” Blaine whispered in her ear. “If you dare.”

  She could barely believe his words had managed to muster up one last ounce of lust in her body, and she shivered with anticipation.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Adele woke to a straining sensation and quickly realized what was happening. It was Blaine, awake, fully erect, and he was nudging her cunt with a
very persistent latex-wrapped cock. She smiled, feeling astonished he was in the mood again so soon.

  Then again, she thought, as a warm flutter rippled through her belly, so was she. A hard cock had a way of convincing her.

  Shifting ever so slightly, she pushed backwards, tilting her pelvis to better accommodate him.

  “Oh, yeah, that’s better,” he murmured. She heard him grunt as he eased himself into her. The same question of “will it fit” flashed through her mind momentarily before her fear of splitting open went away with each gentle thrust. He was certainly a big boy.

  He allowed for two or three slow, short strokes before her slick lubrication accommodated him fully. She began to buck back into him, encouraging him deeper, feeling her clit begin to throb and her pussy tighten in anticipation.

  A broken snort, followed by the rustling of grass on granite, told her Tyler had woken up, probably from being bumped one time too many.

  “Started without me I see,” he said, sounding groggy.

  “I figured,” Blaine said lustily over her shoulder, not even breaking a stride, “you could just—” His voice broke off again and she could sense that he was very close. He sucked air in through his teeth as though he was struggling to concentrate. A second later, his cock started throbbing, and his hips ceased rocking. “Finish up,” he said, letting out a burst of air.

  Tyler chuckled softly. “We’ll see about that.” She heard the telltale tear of a condom package and the elastic sound as he rolled it on. A moment later, his fingers slid over her breasts. Tyler’s lips brushed softly across one taut nipple, and she moaned her encouragement. Her pussy tightened with Blaine’s softening cock still inside of her.

  “You must be doing some thing right, my friend.” Blaine said with a little gasp. He planted a tender kiss on the back of her neck before moving out of Tyler’s way.

  Hearing Blaine address Tyler as a friend sent a new thrill coursing through her veins. And here she had been so worried that it would be awkward.

  * * * *

  Through the dim light seeping between the cracks of their small enclosure, Blaine reclined with his arms above his head and watched Tyler’s hips flex as the other man drove his cock into Adele. Propped on her hands and knees, she braced herself for each long stroke of his cock as it pumped its full length to her core. The scene before him was unmistakably erotic, another fantasy come true. Blaine considered himself a bit of a voyeur, but he was too spent to really appreciate it. Despite the fact that he had just enjoyed a turn with her, Blaine couldn’t deny it bothered him to see her with another man, especially Tyler. Even Blaine had to admit the other man was charming. Unexpected worries rose up and interfered with what should have been a moment of blissful afterglow. No matter how hard he tried to get past it, his concerns still bothered him, and just when he was starting to like the guy.

  A series of sharp cries from Adele told Blaine she had found satisfaction. A few hard thrusts later and Tyler found it as well.

  Wrapping his arms around her, Tyler drew her to the ground with him where he held her in a loving embrace. Blaine’s face burned with jealousy. That moment should have been his, but Tyler had gotten in the way.

  Not knowing what to do, he considered going for a walk, but before he had even moved, he saw Tyler’s hand waving in the air above Adele. Squinting hard, Blaine tried to understand.

  “Come on, man, you must be cold,” Tyler called out.

  Blaine caught his lips between his teeth. A surge of joy threatened to choke off his voice. Shifting so his chest pressed against Adele, he felt her arm wrap around him, drawing him closer. Even though Tyler’s hand remained on the curve of her waist, Blaine felt he had regained what he had lost, or, as he now considered it, temporarily put off, his moment of afterglow. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, breathing in Adele’s scent and feeling her heart beating against his chest.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The next morning, Adele woke to discover she was alone in the hut. Sitting up slowly, she allowed her stiff muscles to get used to movement after lying on the hard ground all night.

  A low groan from somewhere in the distance brought the hairs up on her arm. What on earth was that? she wondered. It sounded like a bow across an out-of-tune violin. Perhaps the guys were the cause of it, she decided.

  Getting dressed, she crawled out into the morning light and was further alarmed when she didn’t see either of them. Where could they have gone?

  Feeling restless, she went to the charred remains of their signal fire, but for some reason, decided not to light it. It wasn’t the fact that the clouds still hung low on the horizon and would probably snuff it out the second she got it lit, but rather that she wasn’t sure she wanted to be rescued so soon. Sure, she was hungry, grimy, and had her fair share of bug bites, but after the fun she’d had with her two island mates, she wasn’t ready to return to her dull life of drudgery.

  The wind had picked up over the night, but at least the sun was shining. Now, if only she could find them.

  Walking the length of their granite beach, she came to the conclusion that she would need to go look for them.

  A strange noise, like a small stone hitting the water, caught her attention. Walking through a short span of shady pine and poplar, she arrived at the water edge where she found Tyler fishing. She watched him for a moment as his eyes scanned the water, a pile of raspberries beside him and a sprinkling of wood shavings on his other side. He adjusted the location of a homemade lure once then settled back down in the little nook he had found for himself. He was beautiful, she thought, studying him. He was thoughtful, intelligent, and resourceful. But, as much as she enjoyed watching him, she decided she would far rather try out the other things he was good at.

  She cleared her throat, and Tyler turned to her, a surprised look on his face.

  “Oh, Adele,” he said, scrambling to his feet. He propped his homemade fishing pole between a crack in the rocks and quickly reached her side. “I didn’t hear you approach.” He reached out and took her hand, leading her back to where he had been sitting. He patted the space beside him.

  That is more like it, she thought, feeling hopeful.

  “The pole works really well and so does the lure,” he announced excitedly and then reached behind him where he retrieved two good-sized silvery fish out of the water where they’d been tied together. “Look at what I’ve caught already.” He sounded like a little kid with a new toy. “Would you like to give it a try?”

  She grimaced. “Oh, I really don’t know how, Tyler.” She could care less about the art of fishing. She was far more interested in the fisherman, but her protests fell on deaf ears.

  “I’ll teach you,” he said, taking her hands eagerly and placing the pole between them. Stepping in behind her, she felt his body pressed against hers. “Now, just let the lure dangle. Don’t jiggle it too much,” he instructed.

  She felt his hand on hers adjusting it. “Hang on, not so straight up and down.”

  The touch of his hand on hers and the feeling of his body pressing against her were almost more than she could bear. She shifted slightly, dropping one hand. The pole swayed dramatically, and Tyler leaned in quick to steady it. As he did, Adele took advantage of his vulnerable position. Her hand cupped his crotch, and she could feel the heavy weight of his cock and balls beneath the thin fabric.

  “Whoa there! Easy, girl.” He chuckled.

  She let her other hand drop, letting go of the pole completely, so as he leaned over her with his arms encircling her. With one arm reaching behind her back, she held the fabric stiff, and with the other she deftly unfastened the button at his waist followed quickly by his fly.

  “Adele,” he said, his voice catching in his throat. “What are you doing?”

  “Seducing you,” she answered simply.

  He didn’t say anything for a moment. “But I thought you wanted to eat.”

  “I do, but it can wait.” She found the warm flesh behind his zipper. His c
ock had already responded despite his protests. Her fingers wrapped around the hardening shaft, and she stroked it single mindedly.

  “Adele.” She heard him say closer to her ear. His voice sounded strained with the effort to concentrate. He seemed unsure, yet she could tell he was enjoying what she was doing. He didn’t bother to finish his thought.

  “Watch your rod Tyler. It’s too low in the water,” she scolded gently and was amused when he corrected the problem.

  His breathing had quickened, and she continued to rub his cock.

  The temptation to have him enter her from behind crossed her mind, but she convinced herself she wanted more than just a quick release. Besides, they were perched precariously on the sloping rock, and tumbling into the cold water had a devastating effect on the male anatomy. Not only that, she had neglected to bring any condoms along. That didn’t matter, she decided. There were plenty of fun things they could still do.

  Getting an idea, she ducked down out of the circle of his arms and popped up at his side. Tyler stood still, his cock fully erect and exposed, watching her as she peeled off her T-shirt, her breasts bouncing pleasingly before his eyes.

  Sliding her hand behind his neck, she moved in to kiss him deeply at the same time she reached down to his bulging manhood and lightly toyed with the head of his cock. Her tongue darted and licked, teased his lips with her teeth as she gently nibbled his bottom lip, then claimed his mouth again in one long, passionate kiss. He seemed satisfactorily dazed.

  “Drop the pole, Tyler,” she told him firmly. The stick clattered to the ground as his fingers obeyed.

  “Now, back up.”

  He took a few steps backward with her matching every step. “Further, further,” she coaxed him. He continued until his back came against the rough bark of a slender white poplar. “Off.” She indicated to his clothes. “Take them off.” She pulled upward on his shirt. When he his pants dropped to his ankles, she stopped him. “That’s far enough.” She smiled at the wadded bundle bunched around his legs. “Now, put your arms behind your back.”