by Lily Harlem
The coastguard raised his eyebrows and swept his gaze over their embrace. Dillon gave him his best fuck-off stare and dared him to say anything.
He didn’t.
Not many would.
“I brought your commander up to date on the phone,” Jose shouted as he helped shove Liam’s slumped form into the back of the chopper. “He’s under arrest for intent to murder as well as the harassment and stalking of India Moore.”
“Yep, I got the brief. Is she coming with us?”
“No,” Dillon and Jose said as one.
“She needs to be as far away from that piece of shit as possible,” Jose said. “We’ll be returning her to the mainland first thing tomorrow for debrief.”
“That okay with you, Miss Moore?” the chopper guy shouted.
“Yes, absolutely.” She tightened her grip on Dillon, fisting his T-shirt in her little hands and making his heart ache with the need to make all of this go away, as soon as fucking possible. “I don’t want to be anywhere near that man,” she shouted. “He’s made my life a misery for months.”
“Okay, Miss Moore. No problem. Now get yourselves clear of the updraft.” He slid the door shut with a resounding bang and turned, his attention now on his patient-prisoner.
“Hurry.” Dillon scooped his arm around India’s waist. Felt Jose do the same and then urged her to break into a run, getting well away from the helicopter as it took to the sky once more.
The noise was ear-splitting, making it hard to even think straight. He was sure the force of the air movement would have knocked India flat if they hadn’t had hold of her. Jose steered them toward a stocky tree trunk and they sheltered behind it, India between them as the coastguard took to the sky, taking with them the piece of shit who’d set the wheels in motion for this tangled chain of events.
As the grass began to wend straight again, instead of flattened to the ground, they came out from behind the tree. The whirring sound, bleeding into the distance, was one of the best things Dillon had heard in a long time. Finally. They were alone. The scumbag threatening their happiness was well and truly gone.
He turned to see Jose stroking his thumb down India’s cheek. “You okay?” Jose asked her.
She nodded, smiled. “Best I’ve been in months, thanks to you two.”
“Happy to help,” Jose said, brushing his lips over hers.
Dillon rested a hand on the small of her back. Felt her tremble slightly and wasn’t sure if it was the cold air or the fact they were both touching her at the same time.
“Shall we head back now?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, looking up at him with that dead sexy glint in her eye. The one that turned him into a lust-addled teenager all over again. “Let’s hurry.”
Within ten minutes they were back in the villa. Dillon wasn’t quite sure how he’d managed to walk with such efficiency, given the boner in his pants, but he figured Jose probably had the same problem going on and he hadn’t let it hinder his speed.
The villa had a different feel to it now Liam had been taken from the equation. Despite its garish décor and unappealing furniture, it felt homey, somewhere to relax, for the time being at least. No one was going to interrupt them. The door was locked and would stay that way until morning, and some time after that if Dillon got his way.
“I’m going to have a quick shower,” Dillon said, needing a couple of minutes to compose himself. He wanted to ravage India, tongue her all over, inside and out. Make her squeal and cry with want and ecstasy. Have her claw his back with those long red nails of hers until he bled. But he knew he couldn’t, not this time. Not the first time he and Jose took her together. She might be a feisty little thing, and up for whatever they could throw at her, but he doubted she would be prepared or even be expecting what Jose would likely have planned.
He needed to harness his control. His full control. Which wasn’t easy with a dick that seemed to have a mind of its own.
He glanced at her now as she fussed with the curtains, drawing them up tight over the two windows in the bedroom. Her legs just went on forever, long, sleek thighs, the perfect kind for wrapping around his waist, his hips, and for spreading wide with his palms.
Damn, his cock surged.
“Back in a minute,” he said, his voice sounding strained.
As he exited the bedroom, Jose strode in, pulling off his T-shirt as he went.
Cool bastard.
The shower tray was clean if a dodgy shade of green. Dillon soaped himself all over, white suds filling his palms as he tried to think of something other than sex for a couple of minutes.
Trouble was it was near impossible. Just the act of having a shower reminded him of India. When he’d showered earlier, on the boat, he’d jerked off, imagining it was her hands on him, in him. And now, fuck, now he knew what it felt like to have her hands on him, in him. He already knew it was something he would never get enough of.
After forcing himself to stand under an icy blast while he slowly counted to sixty, he stepped out. Rough dried himself and felt proud that he’d reduced to a semi. Well, maybe a three-quarter. There was some room for growth at any rate.
Pulling open the door to the living room, he heard talking. It was Jose, on his cell.
Dillon raised his eyebrows, silently asking if everything was okay.
Jose cupped his palm over the receiver. “Captain,” he mouthed.
Dillon nodded, tensed his jaw, and was relieved Jose was dealing with their captain. He didn’t think his brain would work if he tried to concentrate on anything other than the fine woman who was waiting for them.
He opened the bedroom door. The lighting was dim. Just a table lamp on radiating a gentle amber glow.
“Hey,” Dillon said, feeling his mood settle, just with the delicateness of the atmosphere in the room. It smelled sweet and flowery, a summer scent that reminded him of walking in the hills through meadows and by riverbanks.
“Hey yourself,” India said, smiling shyly from beneath the duvet. Her shoulders were bare and he’d bet his cuffs that the rest of her would be too. “Is Jose coming?” she asked.
“Yeah, he’s just making a call, one minute.” Dillon stepped up to the bed and dropped the towel from around his waist. He felt a rush of satisfaction when he saw her attention slip to his cock.
Fuck. If he’d thought he had room to grow, that was all eaten up now.
Chapter Twenty
Dillon really did have a beautiful cock. It had been just over an hour since I’d sucked him to conclusion, but still, my mouth watered for more.
I glanced at the door again, hoping to see Jose coming in to join us. This was it, my moment, our moment. I didn’t want to wait another second.
All my life I’d dreamed of having a man to really love and care for me, see past the stardom, and now I’d found not one but two great guys. Celebrating that fact couldn’t come soon enough.
I squirmed on the bed as Dillon tugged back the covers, revealing my nakedness. My pussy was wet and my stomach clenched in anticipation. There was also a tremble of nerves in there too. How would this work? Logistically? Was I expected to take a lead or just lie back and be adored? I wasn’t sure, this being my first threesome experience.
“Hey, don’t look so worried,” Dillon said, his gruff voice deep and rumbling in the quiet bedroom. “You’re going to feel great.”
“You said, before, once I get used to it?” I had to ask. Sitting alone in the bedroom while Jose made his call and Dillon showered, the phrase had been swirling around my head.
“Hey.” Dillon tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “If it’s too much, all you have to do is say and we’ll stop.”
“I won’t want you to stop.”
He twitched his mouth, kind of in a half smile. “Good.”
“I haven’t felt so connected, so…” I glanced down at my fingers, knotted in my lap. “So just me, not for a long time.”
“That’s because we see you for who you are.”
“And what’s that?”
“A beautiful, sexy woman, whose job is to sing, but when you’re not on the stage or in a recording studio you have so much else to give.” He tipped his head, as though choosing his next words. “You’re passionate and determined, funny, and my God, you have, in hours, done what no one else has been able to in years.”
“What’s that?”
“You’ve made Jose smile and you’ve made me resolve not to be such a grumpy bastard.”
My heart rate picked up. Dillon, I already knew, was not a man of compliments, so to hear them, whispered from his luscious, full mouth, was truly adorable and made them count all the more.
“I don’t think you’re grumpy,” I said quietly.
He swept his lips over mine. “Now I know you’re just being nice.”
“Cantankerous, awkward, onerous maybe, but not grumpy.”
Suddenly I was on my back with a hot, hard male body pressing me into the mattress.
“I am not awkward,” Dillon said, nipping my bottom lip with his teeth.
I giggled and smoothed my hands over his cool, hard shoulders, wrapped my legs around the backs of his thighs. “So you don’t deny cantankerous and onerous.”
“Mmm, no, can’t deny that.” He groaned, a long, low rumble as the head of his cock slipped into my entrance.
I found his mouth, caught the sound and released a moan of my own. He felt so good, hot and solid, and the power I knew was behind his cock, how he could thrust and pump and grind…oh, it made me dizzy just thinking of it.
He seated to the hilt, filling me in one sweet ride. I gasped and squirmed, adoring the fullness his thick girth created.
“Ride me,” he said, pulling out. “I want to see you on top.”
“Okay.” I pushed the hair from his face and stared into his eyes—bottomless oceans, the densest part of an iceberg.
“Like this.” He sat, tugging me with him. “Turn around.”
I frowned in confusion.
“Reverse it,” he said, stretching onto his back and slotting his head into the dent in the pillow mine had made.
I eyed his cock, pole-straight, shiny and jutting from his black pubes.
“Face the door,” he said, fisting his shaft and swirling his thumb around the dip beneath his glans. “Sit on me and face the door.”
He didn’t need to ask twice. I folded my legs either side of his hips, stared at the shadows slicing across the doorframe and allowed him to seat his tip at my entrance.
I tilted forward, rested my palms on his firm thighs and swallowed him into my pussy. “Ah, yes,” I said, loving the way he stroked over my G-spot in this position.
“Fuck, your ass looks so hot from this angle,” he said, then groaned as I took him deep, all the way. “Fuck, too damn good.”
He was stroking my butt cheeks, smoothing his work-hardened palms over my flesh, parting the cleft of my ass, and I was sure, studying my anus.
I’d never been penetrated there before, a few fumbling fingers over the years, but never a cock. Right now I couldn’t care less what Dillon did—just looked, used his fingers, whatever. I was so turned on and the pressure was building, a wonderfully intense heaviness that was developing from the front wall of my pussy.
I dropped my head, set up a pump and grind on his cock, capturing all the nerve endings that needed attention. My breaths were shallow and rapid, each exhalation drawing with it a moan or a groan or a gasp.
“Ah, yeah, so fucking hot like this. Perfect.” He was circling my asshole, easing out the wrinkles of puckered skin. But I was only half concentrating, the feeling inside, the climb to orgasm was on a set course now.
A sudden, sharp nip told me he’d breach my back hole. The sense of filling just adding to my pleasure. I upped my speed, hoped he’d add another. I could take it.
“Fuck, you’re so hot in here,” he said, stretching his free palm out on my back, urging me on in my jigging movements. “I’ll take you here too, baby, but not tonight. Soon, but not tonight.”
“Okay,” I gasped, shutting my eyes. Damn, where was Jose? I wanted them both. I wanted to come with them both holding me, surrounding me, and dare I say it, in me.
“Hey, slow down.”
Jose’s voice penetrated the whooshing of my pulse in my ears.
“Sweetie, open your eyes.”
He rested his hands on my shoulders, steadied my movements. I looked up into his dark eyes, inches from mine.
“You gonna let me play too?” he asked with a cocky smile.
“Yes, oh yes,” I said, grabbing his cheeks and kissing him wildly.
Dillon pulled out of my ass and I whimpered in complaint.
“I think she’s more than ready,” Dillon said gruffly. “If you want to that is, Jose?”
“Fuck yeah,” he mumbled into my mouth. “Been too fucking long coming.”
Jose broke our kiss, palmed my breast until I groaned and squirmed, and then he reached for my legs. “Out straight,” he said, easing them, one at a time so they were parallel with Dillon’s.
“Oh, God.” I flailed my arms, found purchase behind myself, on Dillon’s chest. But only for a moment, because then he was sitting up, his chest cradling my back.
“So fucking deep,” he whispered hotly into my ear. “So deep, so high. Are you lovin’ it?”
“Yes, it’s amazing,” I gasped, clutching his thick forearms. “Fuck it’s so good.” I drove my hips a little, needing some friction.
He chuckled, in a strained kind of way. “Don’t worry, the best is yet to come.” He lay back, slowly, pulling me with him, so that I was lying on top of him, staring at the ceiling, his cock still lodged deep.
I groaned and clawed at his arms, the new position awakening even more nerve endings in my pussy.
“Open up, baby,” Dillon said into my ear. As he spoke he parted his legs, hooking my ankles with his feet and forcing my legs to spread too. “That’s it, open up for Jose. Let him see my cock filling you.”
“Fucking beautiful,” Jose said.
The mattress dipped and I sensed him moving between my legs. “India, you were made for us, I swear.”
His breaths were hot on my pussy, his big palms resting on my inner thighs.
I shut my eyes, forgot about trying to orchestrate any of the movements, and handed myself over to them. It seemed Dillon and Jose were in sync. They knew what they wanted and all I had to do was lie back and enjoy the attention.
I gasped as Jose’s wet tongue swept over my clit. “Oh, fuck.” That would have me coming at a dizzying speed. A cock in me and a hot mouth fretting my nub.
“Mmm, in a minute,” Dillon murmured, tweaking my nipple, tugging and stretching it between his thumb and forefinger. “We’ll fuck in a minute.”
I squirmed. I didn’t worry that I was squashing him. He was so damn big and hard, his breathing barely altered despite my weight on his chest.
Dillon’s cock was lodged deep. Jose was swirling my clit with his tongue, but also exploring my folds with his fingertips. I felt so exposed, trapped open. There was nothing hidden, nowhere to hide. I didn’t want to. These two amazing men who, in the space of a day, had turned my life around, were my everything.
“Yes, you can do it,” Jose mumbled, kissing over my thin strip of pubic hair. “I know you can.”
“Please,” I begged, though I wasn’t sure exactly what I was begging for. “Oh, Jose, I want you.”
Dillon groaned, a deep vibrating sound that passed from his chest into my back. I sucked in a breath, held it deep. Jose was fingering my entrance, around Dillon’s cock. The skin there was already taut yet he eased in, stretching me further. The nip of discomfort was sexy as hell, and I wished for all the world I could see what he was seeing. Me, with Dillon lodged high, Jose’s fingers adding to the mix.
“Ah, fuck,” I muttered.
“You okay?” Dillon whispered.
“Fuck, I didn’t think…”
“What? What
didn’t you think?”
“That! This? That you would touch each other.”
“He’s not touching me,” Dillon almost growled. “He’s touching you. I just happen to already be there.”
Jose was suddenly over me, his face flushed, his lips wet with my moisture. He braced his hands on the bed, either side of Dillon and I.
“Jose,” I gasped.
“I’m going to fuck you too,” he said.
“Yes.” I was getting jittery for action. Stimulation. “Fuck me. Now.” I dropped my head back, into the crook of Dillon’s neck, and juddered out a breath, grinding my hips up and down as best I could. Waiting for Dillon to slip out and Jose to tunnel in.
“Keep still,” Jose said, staring at me with an intensity that made me want to melt. “I need you to completely relax and keep still.”
The tip of his cock slid over my clit and then down to my pussy entrance. He prodded where his fingers had just explored, against the base of Dillon’s shaft.
“Oh, shit.” I widened my eyes. “What are you doing?”
“You can take us both,” he said.
“Fuck, no, that’s impossible.” My heart rate trebled.
He shook his head, increased the pressure down below. “No, it’s perfectly possible. You were designed for more than the width of our combined cocks.”
“But, I can’t.” I wriggled. I’d said I wanted them to both fuck me, but I thought one after the other, a constant flow between cocks. Not both at the same time, in the same hole.
“Shh,” Dillon said, smoothing his hands over my quivering body. “Shh, we’ve got you. Just go with it, I promise it will be the most intense experience of your life.”
Jose upped the forward force of his steely cock. It felt like he was butting smooth skin, like there was nowhere to go, not the tiniest bit of entryway for him.
“Shit, it’s been so long, India,” he said. “Please, just give me a little and I will make it so good for you.”
“I can’t.” I didn’t know what he wanted me to do. I was already stuffed full.