by Jayne Rylon
“I bumped the heat up when we first walked in. I’m sure it’ll be more comfortable when we get back to the room.” Mason hadn’t missed their display.
Warm fingers slid beneath her waistband, causing her stomach to clench. Mason chuckled at her reaction as Ty unbuttoned her jeans. Behind her, the thud of his belt hitting the plank floor and Tyler’s sharp inhale made her painfully aware of Mason’s lack of clothing. A memory of the two hard-bodied men grinding against each other drew a moan from her throat.
“You’re so fucking hot, Lacey.” Tyler spread open mouth kisses on her abdomen as he knelt before her to finish ridding her of her clothes. Mason reached around her ribs to cup her swollen breasts, kneading the sensitive mounds for a moment before he unclipped the front clasp of her bra then exposed her chest to Ty.
Strong hands spanned her waist, lifting her the spare inch necessary for Tyler to rid her of her jeans and panties. He placed a tiny kiss on her mound before surging to his feet. “Hurry, Mason, or we won’t make it out of this room.”
“We’re leaving like this?” Lacey thought of herself as adventurous but the idea of strolling around naked in the chilly autumn air didn’t seem conducive to seduction.
Mason turned his back then squatted in front of her. “Hop on.”
“A naked piggy back ride?” she squeaked. “The rumors about you guys seem tame compared to reality.”
“Trust us, little one.” Tyler licked a path down her spine.
The flare of arousal made her jump. He boosted her onto Mason’s back. Instinct forced her arms and legs to entwine around his torso. She whimpered when her nipples rasped against the heated mass of his strong back. Though she tried to stay still, her spread pussy brushed against him. Her forehead thumped into his shoulder blade.
Tyler moved around them to open and hold the door. When Mason carried her into the narrow hallway, she peeked over his shoulder. She saw why he’d picked her up. The floor dropped away in a set of uneven stone stairs that had been worn smooth in most places but sported the occasional pebble. It seemed like a passage into a root cellar or a storm shelter but she had a feeling something a lot more interesting awaited them below ground. As soon as they all passed the threshold, Ty turned to a box on the wall. He flipped a lever from its current setting of Vacant to In Use.
The LED indicators on the sign turned from green to red. Satisfied, he let the door to their cabin shut as the faint click of gears shifting pinged from the passage in front of them. A moment later, a strip of rope lights along the base of the corridor began to illuminate like an expanding runway guiding the way deeper into the space.
“What is this place?” Lacey whispered in awe. “It feels like the bat cave.”
“When I was little I never would have imagined a world in which I’d say this, but… I think this is going to be way cooler than the bat cave could ever hope to be.” Tyler grinned in anticipation as Mason’s thumbs rubbed her thighs.
He turned to smile over his shoulder then started along the sparkling path. After twenty or so stairs, the ground leveled out. Transfixed, she took in the formations of crystals shining against the darker granite of the walls. “This is so amazing.”
Behind her, she heard Tyler moan. “The view from back here is unbelievable.”
His finger teased her spine. She wriggled when it dipped into the exposed seam of her ass then heard Mason’s curse as he continued the exploratory stroke.
“Damn it, Ty. Don’t make me drop her.”
When she tore her gaze from the natural beauty surrounding them to peek at the other man, she caught him stroking his hard-on while he focused on their swaying bodies on display.
The melodic tinkle of dripping water returned her attention to their surroundings. With each step, the air became more humid. The tang of minerals wafted to her. An elbow in the path prevented her from spotting their destination but the rush of white noise crescendoed until she wished Mason would hurry. She felt like a spelunker on a journey to an undiscovered natural wonder.
If it weren’t for the lights leading their way, she would have sworn they were the first humans to ever pass through this subterranean paradise.
Mason turned the corner then stopped dead in his tracks. Ty bumped into her from behind. All three of them were stunned silent by the oasis before them. Oil lamps, perched on outcroppings of rock, illuminated a cavern about the size of their cabin but twice as tall. Four other tunnel mouths opened into the space but each of the little runways leading up them flashed red where theirs shimmered green.
Lacey scrubbed her eyes to make sure the vision before her didn’t disappear. A gentle waterfall spilled from a crack high on one craggy wall. Vapors rose in lazy spirals from the rippling stream that fed a pool as clear as glass. Tendrils of verdant green pathos draped from shallow ledges. Spotlights shone from the bottom of the carved stone hot spring, casting a cerulean glow that beamed upward from the depths. Reflections danced on the ceiling.
“Oh my God.” Tears stung her eyes at the raw splendor of their Eden.
Mason let her legs slide to the floor though she didn’t relinquish her hold on him. Her fingers glided over his arm until she squeezed his hand. She held the other behind her until Tyler took it. Together, they crossed the last few yards to the edge of the pool. They stood on the brink, letting the miniature waves lap over their toes while they soaked in the atmosphere.
“You like it?” The flickering lights softened the planes of Mason’s cheekbones and jaw. Powerful and cut, he looked like Neptune straight out of legend.
She tried to explain what it meant to share the experience with them but her tongue seemed glued to the roof of her mouth.
“I think that’s a yes.” Ty cupped the nape of her neck then bent to steal a tender kiss.
Lacey melted into his hold then returned the sweet caress of lips. Mason tugged her into the crook of his arm. He held her close while he took up the intimate exchange with Tyler. From her vantage point she watched Ty’s cheeks hollow and his throat work as he sucked on Mason’s tongue. The gesture escalated what began as a slow melding of emotion into a fierce claim. She wanted in on it.
She cut in, latching onto Mason. He bowed her over the taut muscles of his arm as he slaked his craving for her passion. Some part of her brain registered the ripple of waves expanding out from Ty’s sleek entry into the spring. When he surfaced, shaking his head to clear the lush mane of midnight hair from his soulful eyes, droplets of liquid crystal refracted the ethereal light into a million dazzling rainbows.
Mason abandoned her mouth in favor of the exposed skin of her neck. Over his head she watched Ty glide near like a merman while Mason destroyed her composure by implanting lust in every molecule of her being.
“My turn, hand her over.” Tyler encircled her ankle. He drew damp swirls over the protruding bone, the top of her foot and along the ridge of knuckles on her toes until Mason nudged her closer. With a solid grip on her waist, he controlled her descent into the heated bliss. The silky texture of the water enveloping her attested to the high mineral content. Every muscle in her body cried out in relief as the healing properties of the fluid began to work their magic.
It only got better when Ty perched on a submerged outcropping worn smooth by the spring’s currents over several millennia. She straddled his thighs, noting how the rounded edge of the floor they’d stood on so recently made the perfect headrest for him. Between their bodies, his stiff cock bobbed. With each ebb and flow, the water bounced his engorged flesh off their abdomens. The motions teased her swollen pussy, too.
Mason sat on the floor, dipping his feet and shins to her right. Tyler inclined his head to rest against the side of the other man’s thigh. Almost absently, Mason’s right hand stroked through Ty’s hair then along the other man’s cheeks while his left hand curled around his own thick erection. Bliss wiped all traces of fear and sadness from her soul, leaving only spectacular shades of devotion to her two mates. All three of them needed this brief
escape from bitter reality.
Lacey wanted to make the moment as memorable for them as it would be for her. She undulated in Tyler’s hold until the head of his cock stroked the furrow of her pussy in time with the receding waves. Buoyancy guaranteed his shaft played with her clit on every pass. Then she urged Mason to slip into the pool. He stood by her side on the ledge. When she glanced through the glassy liquid to witness the glide of Tyler’s cock, Mason’s left a wet trail across her cheek.
She collected the opalescent fluid with the pad of her thumb, then offered the delicacy to Ty. He devoured the essence of their partner as though it were a gourmet dessert. While he licked off every last drop, Mason knelt to sample the tops of her breasts where they floated before him. Her pebbled nipples danced across the smooth plane of Tyler’s chest, creating bolts of pleasure that enhanced the sensations originating with the glide of his cock.
When she arched closer, Mason positioned the head of Ty’s cock so that it notched inside the vestibule of her pussy instead of passing by. They moaned in unison. The sound of primal longing echoed through the cavern. Reverberations of ecstasy matched the need spiraling through her.
Lacey ground onto the tip of Tyler’s cock, guided by his hands on her waist. Next to them, Mason rose. Streams of fragrant water sluiced from his powerful thighs. His cock protruded from the trimmed patch of hair surrounding it. A single drop of viscous liquid dangled from the tip.
“Are you going to lick that off, or should I?” Tyler rasped.
Chapter Sixteen
Tyler’s cock jerked inside Lacey when she extended her tongue to gather the precariously perched bead of moisture but she didn’t stop there. Even as Tyler worked her onto his shaft, she encouraged the fusion of Mason’s body with hers. For each inch Tyler tunneled through her tight rings of muscle, Mason matched the penetration.
The sight of his two lovers pleasing each other affected him almost as much as the firm grip of Lacey’s pussy hugging his dick. Almost. His hips lunged, driving himself deeper into her swollen channel. Torn between the spectacle of Lacey’s lips wrapped around Mason’s cock and the tantalizing mounds of her breasts bobbing in the water, he thought his head might explode. In the end, he elected to taste the berry ripe tips of her breasts while stealing glances at Mason’s erection where it disappeared between angelic lips.
By the time he sheathed himself to the hilt in Lacey’s welcoming pussy, he’d already started to conjure a list of the signers of the Declaration of Independence. The animalistic whimpers and the rhythmic contractions of her muscles made him realize she might not be far behind. Mason’s hands were fisted, one in the long strands of Lacey’s unruly locks and the other clamped at his side.
They both increased the pace of their pumping cocks, filling their woman with their hard flesh.
When Ty looked up, his mouth still surrounding her sweet breast, his gaze locked on the electric blue of Mason’s wild eyes. He saw surrender there when Lacey reached around to trail her fingers across Mason’s wrinkled sac with tantalizing swipes. Ty increased the pressure of his mouth, applying the barest hint of teeth, then angled his hips to grind his pelvis against the tender bump of Lacey’s clit.
Sure enough, her garbled shout rang through the stony room an instant before her pussy smothered his cock in pulse after pulse of endless contractions that triggered his orgasm. He came so hard inside her, he felt the streams of come jetting against her tensed pussy. He filled her with his seed even as he renewed his pledges of undying love and devotion.
He forced his eyes to stay open through the torrent of pleasure to witness Mason toss his head back. Glorious in his climax, the tendons in his neck raised, his abdomen bunched and released to propel his own load far into Lacey’s hungry mouth. Her throat flexed as she swallowed his semen. Her jaw worked in time to the clutching of her pussy. Shudders wracked her slender frame in his hold.
Lacey continued to lave the other man’s cock until he withdrew the wilting flesh from her enthusiastic ministrations. A strand of glistening come connected them. It thinned as Mason separated their bodies until it snapped, leaving a tiny trail of moisture at the corner of her mouth.
Tyler wrapped his hands around her shoulders then crushed his lips to hers. He stole a taste from her, delighting in the mingled flavors of his two lovers. Though they’d both experienced intense orgasms moments before, the fire of passion continued to burn strong within them.
Still joined, he waded through the shallow sections of the spring near the edges with Lacey draped around him. Mason must have realized his intent, as usual. The other man exited the pool heading toward a stash of supplies he hadn’t noticed earlier while spellbound by the beauty of the place, and his friends.
Lax in his arms, Lacey didn’t resist when he ducked beneath the heavier splash of the waterfall. He rested his back against a wedge of stone that inclined at a shallow angle to make a tiny cubby behind the thin curtain of spray. Then he pushed himself up, one foot at a time, until he lay on the heated surface with Lacey resting on his chest.
Together, they soaked in the surroundings without breaking the sacred silence. In less than a minute, Mason’s blurred figure neared then broke through the sheet of water. He carried an armload of now damp towels. He tucked one beneath Tyler’s head.
The others he folded into puffy square pads which he arranged as the four corners of an imaginary square in their cozy alcove. When satisfied, he came over the resting pair. He dropped a kiss on Lacey’s cheek as she nuzzled his face. The tender gestures made Ty’s heart expand until it ached. Mason didn’t stop there. If his half-hard cock was any indication, he didn’t intend to stop anytime soon. Instead, he nibbled a trail across the light pink skin covering Lacey’s spine.
When he bit her ass with more ferocity, she jumped. The motion dislodged Ty’s semi-aroused penis from her pussy. He groaned at the loss. Mason made up for it by licking a path from Ty’s balls over the base of his cock to the stretched mouth of Lacey’s pussy. She trembled on top of his chest, then Mason lifted her. He twisted, placing her so that her hands and knees each occupied one of the cushions he’d crafted.
Tyler rolled to his side to watch Mason at work. The brawny man lay on his back then positioned himself between her thighs. She turned to him for reassurance, which he gladly supplied. “Let him taste you, little one.”
“Both of you.” Mason groaned as he plumbed the depths of Lacey’s pussy with one broad finger.
She cried out, her eyelids fluttered shut and her mouth parted.
“I need to taste both of you.” When his digit retracted, Mason retrieved a sticky mass of mingled fluids from the bowl of Lacey’s pussy. He surrounded her hips with his heavy arms then flexed the muscles there to force her slit onto his waiting mouth.
Tyler’s cock pumped up in response. How long had he waited for Mason to accept him?
Mason drank from her. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he sipped their juices. She cried out from the direct contact on her over-stimulated nerve endings. Ty soothed her with a combination of crooning and long strokes of his palm on her back until the panicked edge to her whimpers morphed into renewed desire. Long after every drop of honey had been stripped from Lacey’s pussy, Mason continued to lick, suck and finger the mesmerizing surfaces of her delicate anatomy. Soon she rocked her hips to encourage his touch where she wanted it most. Fierce dominance spurred Mason to avoid her questing motions.
“Sweetheart, I’ll give you a hint.” Tyler loved the dazed look in her hazel eyes. “Mason likes to do the leading. The more you try to force him to do something, the longer he’ll make you wait for it. Let him seduce you however he likes. You’ll both enjoy it more.”
Her head hung between her elbows as she surrendered to Mason’s skilled touch.
“Mmm. That’s right, doll.” He rewarded her obedience. Then he shifted until he spooned her before rolling to his back so she sat in his lap with her shoulders braced on his contoured pecs. He scooted forward until their legs protr
uded through the line of falling water.
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?”