Night is Darkest

by Jayne Rylon

  “Oh, God, Ty! I-I can’t take this.”

  “Please, little one. They’re on already. He’s going to have to take them off regardless. Please, keep playing.” His hips made a figure eight that tantalized her swollen clit even as it nudged the base of the plug in her ass. He did what he could to distract her. “I need to fuck you.”

  Mason removed the entire outer ring of clips from each breast.

  She screamed.

  Her mind transcended the situation. Instead of seeing each man clearly, she became immersed in sensations. Pain, pleasure, it all blended together. Her mouth joined her breasts, pussy and ass as a receptacle for sensory input as Mason kissed her, swallowing her cries.

  From a distance, she realized only the two clothespins on her nipples remained.

  Mason’s deep voice came close to her ear. “You’re doing so well, doll. You have this. Turn the stinging into the heat of passion. Make it yours. When I remove these you’re going to shatter. You’re going to come for me. For Ty. It’s going to be the most amazing orgasm of your life. And when you think you can’t go any higher, I’m going to take my reward.”

  “Fuck!” Tyler shouted as he drew out to the brink of slipping free then buried himself balls deep.

  Just as he penetrated fully, Mason unclipped her nipples. She couldn’t breathe through the searing poker that raced along her spine but then he snaked one finger across her torso and manipulated her clit. As he had prophesized, she exploded.

  She flew off the edge of a cliff so high she couldn’t imagine finding the ground again. Tyler paused inside her clenching channel. Still, it didn’t matter. Wave after wave pounded her. She shuddered around Ty’s cock and the toy embedded in her ass until the reflexive motions squeezed the plug from her body. Tyler groaned as the pressure shifted against his cock then he began to withdraw.

  From far away, she heard Mason command, “No way, Ty. Stay right where you are.”

  “I’m going to come if I don’t get out.”

  “Not yet, you’re not.” She came back to realty as Mason, now kneeling behind Tyler, reached around to press his thumb hard against the base of Ty’s cock where it intersected his balls.

  Then he finished setting her free but he was nowhere near done with them. He reached for the bottle of lube Ty had used to ease the toy in her ass. A liberal squirt filled his palm before he smeared it over the purple head and veiny shaft of his cock. It looked huge.

  “Get on your back with her draped over your chest. Don’t let your cock out. Or else.”

  “Shit, yeah.” Tyler moved faster than she’d have thought possible. The room spun around her as he rotated them together. The shattered boundaries of her ecstasy soaked mind made it impossible to resist even if she’d wanted to.

  Mason’s hand brushed her thigh when it reached between her legs. Then he guided her head so she could see what he held. The butt plug that had been buried inside her looked so much smaller than it had felt invading her. Compared to his fat cock, it looked downright puny.

  “I want your ass, Lacey.” It wasn’t a question. “I think you can take us both. If you want to work up to that some other time, I understand but I’m going to have your ass now unless you stop me.”

  Her gaze shot to Tyler. Though he didn’t attempt to influence her, she could see his desire raging in the depths of his green eyes. “He’s huge.”

  She rode the rise and fall of his chest as he laughed. “Trust me, I know.”

  “Will it hurt?” She trusted him to be honest.

  “Yeah, it’s going to hurt. At least, in the beginning. But, little one, you’re going to love it. You react so beautifully to the pain. You were made for this. For us.”

  She agreed. “Do it, Mason. Please, take me. Gently.”

  “That’s not always best, doll. But I’ll do what I can to make it good for you.”

  “I know.” She decided to distract herself by indulging her craving for Tyler’s lips.

  He stroked her neck and back, his cock pumping up again inside her pussy while Mason applied more lube. The cool gel soothed the stretched muscles. She flinched when Mason tucked the tip of the bottle against her hole then squeezed.

  “Trust me, doll. You’ll appreciate that in a minute.” The wet, fleshy slap of his hand slathering his cock with another coating sounded decadent. Tyler’s cock flexed. He bit her lip then sucked on her tongue.

  Mason wiped his hands on his discarded T-shirt then settled himself between their spread legs. His palms bracketed her hips, pinning her in place, when the blunt tip aimed for her stretched ass. Ty sensed her panic. He whispered instructions in her ear.

  “Remember, little one. Don’t fight. Let him in.” The pressure built as Mason’s impossible girth attempted to breach her opening. She moaned. “Relax, Lace. Push out if you can. Just think about how amazing it will be when we’re all joined together.”

  The concept flooded her soul with joy. Then Mason’s cock prodded her, sending stinging fire through her ass.

  “That’s it, doll.” He grit out the encouragement. “The head’s almost in.”

  Tyler paused in his delicious kiss to whisper against her lips. “It’ll get easier in a second. You’re almost there.”

  An instant of doubt fogged her trembling body but, before she could beg Mason to stop, the ridge of his glans popped through her tight sphincter and he tunneled several inches deep in her ass.

  All three of them cried out together.

  “Yes! Good girl.” Mason collapsed over her back, squashing her to Ty’s pounding chest.

  “God, that’s good. I can feel your cock on mine. Fuck her, Mason. Fuck us.”

  She screamed when the twin pressures of their shafts pinched the thin wall of tissue between them, then stroked it. They’d never last long like this. All three wobbled on the razor’s edge that fused their souls with ecstasy.

  “I have to move, Lace.” Mason had allowed her all the time to adjust he could afford. His tense muscles quivered against her back, ass and thighs. He retreated until her ass hugged the tip of his cock, keeping it buried inside, then drove deeper than before. With each fluid stroke, he shuttled further into her virgin passage. It felt right to have him take the last untried piece of her.

  The gift of sharing with him and Ty aroused her more than the touch of their silky skin. Already, small twinges began to build, carrying her toward the inevitable end of their adventure. No matter how hard she tried to resist, to suspend them in their ultimate closeness, she was unable to discover her version of Tyler’s history lesson. Instead, lust blossomed, turning into sweet anticipation and desperate need.

  From below, Ty rocked his hips in perfect counterpoint to Mason’s exploratory strokes. They alternated filling her with their generous erections until Mason had managed to seat himself completely. His hips smacked her ass. She moaned when he bit her neck.

  “You have all of me, Lacey. Now and always.”

  While he stayed embedded to the root, Tyler thrust inside her. The motion caressed Mason’s cock through her skin. “And me, Lace.”

  Emotion blended with the pleasure, driving her higher with every ragged breath. She reveled in being the fitting that joined them all together. The significance of their positions magnified the substantial physical ecstasy coursing through her. Any lingering discomfort was obliterated by the potent combination.

  Now her lovers moved together, as if following a rhythm known only to them. They fucked her in perfect unison. Tyler mimicked their motion with his tongue as he drowned her in affection. Mason bit her shoulder and held on as he added fierce possession to the claiming. Her love for the two men had her poised on the verge of orgasm in minutes.

  The rush of sensation blasted through her, startling her with its intensity and suddenness. Just thinking of the three of them locked together stimulated her mind along with her body. The consuming flare of passion, impossible to deny. She stiffened between the flesh prodding her closer to the peak with every pass.

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nbsp; “Get ready, Ty.” Mason panted around her flesh. “Want us to come together.”

  “I’ve been ready for this my whole life.” He rubbed their noses together then flashed a rigid smile as she clamped around them.

  “Ty! Mason!” she yelled as she shattered. “Love you!”

  Their bodies seemed to meld with hers when their cocks expanded even while she contracted on them in never-ending waves of pleasure. Her heart raced in her chest, beating hard against Tyler’s even as Mason’s breath blasted her shoulders with scalding pants. Their arms locked around her, keeping her close as possible to the two men she loved. Nothing had ever felt so right.

  She dragged them under with her. Their shouts of completion filled the room like a sonic boom. Their cocks pumped their seed deep inside her, jerking against each other in release. The hot squirts of their come scalded her sensitive tissue, prolonging her endless convulsions.

  First Ty, then Mason, went limp around her yet still her world imploded. Their hands ran over every exposed inch of her body, soothing her as she returned to earth. After long minutes, their breathing grew steadier. Mason withdrew his flaccid penis with effort. He groaned then made his way to the bathroom where she heard him rummaging through the linens followed by the whoosh of water.

  Tyler disengaged their bodies then rolled her to her side. He covered her face in butterfly kisses while Mason cleaned them both without a word. When he joined them in bed, they snuggled together under the covers. Both men took turns gifting her with tender kisses and gentle touches until spent passion, and their adoration, lulled her toward sleep.

  “I love you, Lacey,” Mason vowed.

  “I love you, too,” Ty added.

  She smiled slow and sure. Her life was starting to turn around. Fate had intended her to be with these two men. Nothing had ever been so clear in her life.

  “I love you. Both of you. Forever.”

  Lacey allowed her eyes to close while they continued to worship her and their union. As she drifted off she heard them kiss each other over her prone body. Then she slid into peaceful sleep filled with dreams of a bright future.

  ***

  Lacey took a final look around the heaven on earth they’d discovered in the midst of the hell her life had become. She sighed, choking back a sob.

  “We’ll come back, little one.” Tyler guided her hand to his heart.

  “Someday.” Mason nodded. “I promise.”

  The correctional facility had granted their request to speak with Jackson. The official sign off had come through less than an hour ago. She checked her watch. Two thirty. Maybe if she stalled a tiny bit longer, they’d miss their four o’clock appointment, though the guys had insisted they could make it in time.

  “What if we go all the way there only to find out the email was totally unrelated to Rob’s murder?” Her gut ached at her cowardice but she hadn’t quite wrapped her logical side around the surreal developments of the day before.

  “That could be, Lacey. But my instincts say this jerk is involved.” Mason refused to budge from his position. “Even if he isn’t, I still want to set him straight on a few things.”

  They’d packed the truck and checked for any items they may have forgotten in the bathroom or under the bed. She couldn’t generate even one more excuse to linger so she watched the quaint cabin until it disappeared behind a copse of trees.

  Tyler patted her hand when she sighed.

  During the drive, Mason peppered them with potential scenarios while he developed the lines of questioning he intended to use to uncover the truth. Ty devised suggestions she would never have imagined like, “Did you take out a contract on Rob Daughtry?” Things that made her blood run cold to consider. She tried to ignore their strategizing.

  The insistent chirp of Mason’s phone put an end to that delusion. He hit the speakerphone button to initiate hands-free operation. “What news?”

  “Hey. It’s JRad. You’re not there yet are you?”

  “No. We’re about ten minutes out. Why?”

  “I finally scored the records from the phone company. We traced Lacey’s caller. The woman attempted to make contact one hundred thirty-seven times over five days. Mike and James headed over to check out the address on file.” The efficient cop seemed unusually rattled. A huge sigh crackled through the pathetic output of the phone.

  “What is it, Jeremy?” she whispered.

  “Oh, crap. Am I on speaker?”

  Tyler didn’t give her a chance to answer. He radiated tension from beside her. “Spit it out. What’d they find?”

  “Another body. The woman, Irene Stolkholm, bled out on her living room floor.” He hesitated again.

  “What aren’t you telling us, JRad?”

  “You sure you want Lacey to hear this?” His skeptical tone filled her with dread.

  “Go ahead, Jeremy. I’ll find out sooner or later. Do it quick.”

  It irritated her that he didn’t continue until Mason said, “She has a right to know.”

  “The vic was stabbed to death. The angle is awkward but looks self-inflicted. Her prints are on the knife handle, a single wound to the abdomen. The blade matches our general guess for the murder weapon. The forensics lab is taking it from here.”

  “Oh, God.” She buried her face in her hands.

  “I’m so sorry, Lacey. The woman left a note. Said she made a terrible mistake. That she felt guilty and deserved to suffer for what she did. It…it took her a while to die.”

  Her stomach cramped until she feared she might be sick. The men exchanged rapid- fire questions she couldn’t understand through the roar in her ears. It took her a few minutes to realize Mason had pulled to the side of the road.

  Then their conversation penetrated her shock. “Did the woman match the description you got from the food prep guy at the hospital?”

  “No. Her hair was platinum blonde.” Jeremy’s disappointment rang through.

  “She could have worn a wig.” Lacey wanted it to have been random, to have been threatened by someone who could no longer hurt her.

  “Possible. But we haven’t found any sign of one in her apartment. And she’s nowhere near the build the barista indicated. He’d have to be way off. From her appearance, and the enhancement work she’d had done, I’m guessing she used to strip at the club near the alley…”

  He cut off just short of mentioning Rob’s murder.

  “If we don’t get going now, we’re going to miss our appointment.” Tyler broke the tense silence.

  “We’re still going? I thought…this woman… Jackson couldn’t have done this. He was in jail.” She scrambled to sort out the chaos in her mind.

  “We’re almost there, we might as well pay him a visit. I can’t shake this feeling that we’re missing something, doll.”

  Tyler broke his pensive silence. “One thing doesn’t make sense to me. When this woman called Lacey, she kept saying she wanted to get her side of the story. Remember, that’s why Lacey thought she was a reporter. What’s that all about? Mason’s right. We don’t have all the pieces yet. I think we better keep digging.”

  Lacey wished she’d worn a heavier sweater. Tyler put his arm around her shoulders as Mason guided the vehicle back onto the road.

  “We shouldn’t be longer than an hour, JRad. Call us if you get anything more by then.” He ended the call.

  She nestled into Ty’s secure embrace to soak up his warmth as they crested the top of a ridge. In the valley below them sat a huge, ugly, cement compound ringed with sniper towers and miles of barbed wire fences. The gaping black windows seemed hostile. The dull walls flamed red in the last rays of the sun dipping below the mountains.

  “You don’t have to go in with us if you don’t want to.” He peeled her fingers from where she had clamped them on his bruised ribs.

  “I’m sorry, Ty. Did I hurt you?”

  “Nah, I’m fine.” His grimace called him a liar.

  “It hurts us more to know you’re frightened of this bast
ard.” Mason’s white knuckles glowed in the dusk. “If you’re not up to this, you don’t have to come. Ty can stay out here with you while I run in and chat.”

  “I want to go. If he had something to do with Rob’s murder, or the accident, I want to know. I need to know why. Did I cause all this?” Shame tinged her response. Of course, Ty caught it.

  “You’re not responsible for what some whack job does, little one.”

  “I know but I made some spectacularly awful choices. Then, for a while, I forgot all about this mess. Even about Rob.”

  “You’ve been through so much in the past week. You needed a break from the stress. We’re going to get to the bottom of this. I promise.”

  “I just can’t untangle it all. I don’t know anyone named Irene, I’m certain of it.”

  “Let’s just take things one step at a time, doll. We’re here. We’ll ask some questions, do a little fishing and see if we catch anything worth keeping.”

  Mason turned into the penitentiary entrance, rolling to a stop at the guard shack. He retrieved his badge from his coat pocket then flashed the shield at the burly man on duty. “I’m Officer Clark of the OSPD here to speak with prisoner number 34625202. Chief Leigh made the arrangements.”

  After verifying their identities and clearance, the linebacker gestured with his pump action shotgun. “Follow the main road to the visitor entrance on the left. Good luck.”

  “Thanks, man.”

  Mason tucked the four-by-four into a narrow space, disengaged his seatbelt then turned to face her. He cupped her cheek in his palm. “We won’t think less of you if you don’t want to face him.”

  “I’m good. Let’s just get it over with already.”

  He leaned in for a tender kiss then whispered, “So brave.”

  “Easy when he’s behind bars. He will be, won’t he?”

  “He’ll be cuffed but I want you to let me and Ty take the lead in case the moron tries to make a move. He’s never going to touch you again. I swear it.”