Night is Darkest

by Jayne Rylon

  “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 ra
nge 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.

  “You lay back. Relax. Enjoy the show.” Mason kissed her brow. The jumping muscle in his jaw attested to the inferno of desire raging in his system.

  “Show?” Tyler grew suspicious as his mind gained clarity.

  “On your knees, Ty.”

  He didn’t hesitate a single heartbeat as he opened his mouth and prepared to take Mason’s glistening cock into his throat to drain it.

  “Not like that. Hands and knees. You need to be fucked, don’t you?”

  “Hell, yes.” He spun to mimic Lacey’s earlier pose. On his knees, shoulders and the side of his face pressed to the heated stone. His softening cock dangled between his thighs. The head dipped into the tepid spring which felt like the welcoming heat of a mouth. He reached behind him to grab his ass, spreading it to tantalize his stubborn lover.

  Mason snarled as he wrapped one bulging arm around Lacey’s waist before lifting her hips from the pool. The fingers of his free hand delved inside her swollen pussy. She groaned, trying to escape, but he pinned her in place while he scooped the remnants of her arousal and Ty’s come from her sated body. She surrendered the lubrication with a sigh of relief when Mason re-submerged her tender flesh in the healing waters.

  Ty attempted to watch, fascinated, when Mason spread the slippery proof of their lust across his puckered hole. Instead, he had to settle for witnessing Lacey’s spellbound expression. Appreciation for their intimacy radiated from her satisfied eyes, ratcheting his need to epic proportions.

  “Please Mason, take me.”

  The other man’s slick finger rimmed his asshole then nudged inside the clenching ring. Ty took a deep breath then focused on relaxing. Mason’s broad digit sank into his welcoming body, spreading the natural gel over every surface he could reach.

  Tyler moaned as the wriggling invasion stimulated forbidden territory. Lacey scooted closer for a better view. She knelt beside Mason, repeated his collection process then added another dollop of lube to his hole.

  “You want to try it, doll?” Mason’s gruff tone exposed his lust at the idea.

  When she probed Ty’s hole, thick and thin fingers penetrated him in tandem, working the cream into his rectum. He moaned and thrust back to encourage them to delve deeper. His cock responded, lengthening once more, extending further into the heated liquid below him.

  “I want to see you fuck him.”

  Mason’s cock bumped against his ass. They both jerked at the contact.

  “Hands off, doll, or I won’t last another minute.”

  Resounding smacks and moist slurps indicated the pair exchanged a wet kiss while Mason aligned his cock. The bulging head rode the seam of Ty’s ass until it aimed for his orifice.

  “I can’t go easy, Ty,” Mason growled. “Brace yourself.”

  “I’m ready. Do it.”

  Agony and ecstasy raced up his spine when Mason buried himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. Tyler couldn’t say who moaned loudest, but he thought it might have been Lacey. She lay beside him, capturing his mouth for a soul-stealing kiss while Mason gave him time to adjust to his intrusion. Her dainty hand snaked out to fondle his cock and balls. The triple stimulation had him pushing back against Mason’s quivering abdomen within seconds.

  “That’s so fucking good, Ty.” He withdrew his steel-hard cock until just the head remained.

  Tyler clenched, afraid he’d pull out. Instead, Mason slammed back inside as far as he could go. The impact thrust Ty’s cock through Lacey’s fingers, which cupped him. He forced his eyes open to meet her languid gaze. She flexed her hand around his burgeoning erection.

  “Impressive, Ty.” She bit her lower lip while working her hand in counterpoint to Mason’s thrusts which began to come faster, longer. “Take his fat cock. You should see his face. You’re driving him wild with that tight hole.”

  When the hell had she gotten so wicked?

  “Shit, yeah!” Mason confirmed her taunting even as his balls began to swing against Ty’s in time to his escalating thrusts.

  Lacey’s thumb swiped over the head of his cock beneath the water just as Mason hit the sweet spot in his ass. Every muscle in his body tensed. That went double for his asshole, which strangled Mason’s pounding hard-on. The skilled bastard nailed his prostate with each rapid slap of his hips until his body strung tight with pleasure.

  “Ty!” Mason’s fingers clamped on his waist, digging in as he held him where he wanted and drilled his ass. “Fuck! I’m going to come.”

  Lacey moaned then stroked him faster.

  Stars exploded in his vision when Mason’s cock bulged a moment before scalding come decorated his ass. Tyler absorbed each ounce of pleasure and made it his own. Knowing he had fulfilled both his lovers brought him unfathomable joy. It tipped him into one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

 
Lacey milked his cock as seed bubbled from his balls. The lustrous strands swirled in the water beneath him before floating gently away, disappearing into the depths of the spring. Exhausted, he went limp in both of his lovers’ clutches. Mason settled them on their sides, still joined, while Lacey snuggled up to his chest.

  He wrapped his arms around her, tucking her close as he continued to shudder. Entwined, they soaked in the refreshing pool and their love for each other without another word.

  Chapter Seventeen

  When Lacey awoke the next morning, she dreaded opening her eyes. Please, God, don’t let that have been a dream. Cruel doubts pricked her heart. She’d hit her head, taken multiple painkillers. The entire utopia could have been nothing more than a vivid hallucination. The cloudlike mattress she lay on didn’t feel familiar but that didn’t necessarily mean anything.

  “Come on, sleepyhead.” Tyler stroked her hair. “Quit faking. I know you’re up.”

  She gulped, then squinted in the dazzling light pouring through the now open curtains in the cabin. Her entire body sagged in relief.

  “What’s that for, little one?” He bent over to examine her from his position near the side of the bed. “Are you feeling alright?”

  She nodded but the frown lines marring his striking features didn’t fade.

  “What’s up?” Mason strode from the other room with a towel wrapped around his waist as though he had some kind of sick radar that monitored her stress level.

  “Nothing. Relax, boys.” Lacey brushed off their concern as she exited the huge bed. When she bent to unzip her duffle in the hunt for some decent clothes, Mason groaned.

  “Give a guy a break here, doll.” He sauntered close then tugged her upright until he could envelop her in a bear hug from behind. He kissed her cheek then murmured in her ear. “I want to put some distance between me and this place before I use the sat phone we borrowed to check in with the department. But I’m not going anywhere until you spill. What’s wrong?”

  Their stubbornness precluded any lie. At least she didn’t have to look them in the eye when she admitted her insecurity. “I was scared last night was another amazing fantasy or some kind of delusion.”