by Fox, Piper
Christian moaned into her mouth, pulling her closer to him as Declan molded his body behind Tamara, kissing the back of her neck and causing goose flesh to appear on her skin. Christian broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her throat, her head falling back into Declan’s chest as the men continued their onslaught of kisses. She wasn’t sure how she ended up naked, didn’t remember losing her clothes, but suddenly she was, and the men were stripping their clothes off as she watched.
Tamara moved to the soft rug on the floor, never taking her eyes off the men as they shed their clothes. She gestured for the men to join her, and without hesitation, they moved toward her. Choosing to take their time, they slowly crawled toward her, drawing out the moment and building the anticipation they were all feeling.
Christian was the first to reach Tamara, smiling at the sexy-as-hell picture she made lying in front of him on the floor in nothing but her birthday suit. He pressed his lips against her collar bone before kissing his way down the length of her body. Declan reached the two of them and slid up next to her, nuzzling her ear, “Are you sure you’re okay with this? It’s not too late to stop.”
At her nod, Christian moved between her legs and nudged them further apart. Declan slid his hand along her cheek as he pressed his lips to hers, enticing a moan that was muffled by their kiss. He pulled away to look at Christian, and a devilish smile was shared between them before Christian nipped Tamara’s right thigh. Moving to stand over her, Declan’s cock was inches away from Tamara’s lips when she titled her head back. Without hesitation, she flicked her tongue out against the tip of his cock. Christian did a little licking of his own and lightly brushed his tongue across Tamara’s clit, causing her to jump from the pleasant surprise. Before she could look down at Christian, Declan gently began pushing his semi-hard cock between her lips. She hummed softly as she snugged her lips around his shaft before swirling her tongue along the ride of his cock. Sucking him slowly into her mouth, feeling his cock glide over her tongue before reaching the back of her throat, she enjoyed the feel of his shaft growing harder in her mouth. Christian found his own rhythm with his tongue, bringing Tamara closer to the edge of the cliff while Declan began to move his cock in and out of her mouth; both men were enjoying the reactions they were receiving from the woman they were sharing. Declan leaned forward, sliding his hands over Tamara’s shoulders, slowly moving them down to the outside of each breast. Cupping his hands around her globes before rubbing each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, turning them into perky little peaks as his fiancée swirled her tongue around his sensitive mushroom head. He tipped his head back as she sucked his cock into her mouth deeper and she moaned around the member, causing a small vibration to radiate from his cock to his balls.
Christian continued lapping at the juices that were flowing freely from Tamara’s pussy. Each stroke of his tongue gathered more of her nectar and he couldn’t help but moan in appreciation of the taste while she writhed at his attentions. Declan could tell that his mate was close to going over the edge of the pleasure cliff, so he pulled his cock out of her mouth and returned his attention to her breasts. He knelt beside her to give him a better angle to wrap his lips around her right nipple while massaging the other with his fingers. As the wave crashed over her, she cried out in passion and the walls she always held around her came crashing down. All the control she held onto so tightly, unraveled as the orgasm rolled over her body and she trembled with the attention the men were giving her.
Christian flicked his tongue over her sensitive nub once more time before he pushed himself up on his knees between Tamara’s legs. Moving closer to the apex of her thighs, gripping his rock-hard cock in his hand, “Are you ready for me, beautiful?”
He slid a finger inside of her before she could answer, and he smiled at the soft moan that escaped her lips. Looking at her, the passion showing in his eyes meeting hers glazed in anticipation, he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked her juices off his finger, “Oh yes. I believe you are. You’re so tight, so wet.”
He positioned himself, placing the head of his cock at the opening of Tamara’s pussy and looked at Declan. The question written on his face before it was spoken, “May I?”
Declan nodded, his own cock twitching as the excitement mounted in the room, “Up, my love. On your hands and knees. Show Christian that lovely ass of yours.”
Tamara nodded, Christian moved back slightly to give her room and she positioned herself as Declan had asked. Every moment that passed increased the suspense, and she could feel her clit throbbing like a drum. She closed her eyes, the anticipation of what was to come was palpable and she wanted to savor every sensation. Tamara wiggled her ass, trying to relieve some of the pressure between her legs.
Declan smiled, rubbing his hand over her ass before giving it a smack, “Mmmm, very good, love, very good.”
Christian moved his hand softly over the other cheek while Declan smacked Tamara’s ass once again. The softness of one and the roughness of the other sending overwhelming sensations through her body. With a slight smirk Christian watched her wiggle, “I agree with you, Declan. Tamara is definitely a sight to behold.”
Christian moved, getting more comfortable on his knees before grasping Tamara’s hips and pulling her toward him. He looked once more to his best friend, waiting until he received a nod before guiding his throbbing cock into the woman before him. Declan moved around to the front of Tamara, watching her face as Christian slammed home inside of his mate. Tamara looked up at Declan, her doe eyes shining with the pleasure she was feeling of having another man’s cock deep inside her. She leaned forward, reaching with her right hand for her mate’s shaft, wanting to feel it glide over her tongue while his best friend drove himself into her pussy. Declan was all too willing to accommodate his sexy lover and moved closer so she could touch him.
He looked over his mate’s back to his best friend, the thrill of watching Christian fuck his fiancée making his cock so hard it was beginning to hurt, “I can’t believe we didn’t try this sooner. Tamara seems to be really enjoying herself.”
Christian looked at Declan, the pleasure he was feeling clear on his face, “I’d say she’s totally getting into it, man. Her juices are running down my balls, she’s so wet. And getting wetter. Oh, and she’s so tight. Why didn’t you tell me how tight she is?”
Declan gave him a wink and a secret grin, “Well I can’t be giving away all my secrets, now can I, pal? That would be…”
His statement was cut off as the woman in question took his cock into her warm and wet mouth. Declan’s head fell back as she matched her rhythm with Christian’s. Each thrust from Christian she would moan and slide her lips down Declan’s shaft, and as he pulled back, she pulled her lips up to the head of his cock before swirling her tongue around the ridge. When Tamara bucked against Christian, both men knew that she was close to letting herself go completely. Christian felt the throbbing in his shaft intensify and his balls tighten and knew that he was going to cum soon. His rhythm grew choppy and his breathing heavier. Tamara moaned around Declan’s cock, her own rhythm beginning to stagger as the orgasmic wave grew closer to covering them all, Declan groaned as his cock twitched in response to her moan as her mouth sliding up and down his shaft moved him closer to his own orgasm. The candlelight bounced off of the living room walls, throwing shadows of the threesome in the throes of passion as the wave crashed over them, moans echoing through the room as they quivered and trembled in unison with each other. As the ripples of their synchronized climaxes began to ebb, they crumbled to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs, panting as they tried to catch their breath.
Tamara was the first to recover her voice and giggled, “Well. Now that was fun. We should do it again really soon.”
The men laughed with her then stopped abruptly.
Christian lifted his head, his face suddenly serious, and sniffed the air, Declan following close behind, “There’s someone outside.”
Chapter 6
Declan reached down for his jeans, pulling them on as he made his way to the front door, “I know that darling, but trust us when we tell you that someone is outside. I’m not sure how long they’ve been out there either.”
Christian was the first one to reach the door, not bothering to put on any of his clothes in his rush to find out who had been watching them, “We were a bit distracted, buddy. The only way to find out how long they’ve been out there at this point is to find out who they are and ask them. Are you coming?”
Declan nodded, zipping his jeans up as he reached the front door, “Yeah, man, I’m coming. Some of us don’t like to run around with our dicks hanging out.”
He looked back at Tamara, indecision written on his face, “Are you going to be okay?”
Tamara looked at both of them, worry in her eyes, “I’ll be fine. You two just go find out who the Hells is standing on our front porch, how long they’ve been there and why. See if you can find out what they want. I’m just gonna get dressed. Oh, and Christian?”
Christian pulled the door opened and looked over his shoulder wind and rain washing into the cabin’s foyer, anxious to be on the chase but not wanting to seem rude, “Yeah?”
Tamara gave him a smile filled with interest, “Don’t think that I won’t be asking you how you knew that someone was outside because I didn’t hear anything. If I were a betting woman, I would lay down money that you’re some kind of supernatural being.”
Christian looked at his best friend in disbelieve, “You didn’t tell her? I thought for sure you would have said something before inviting me over. Or at least before I accepted your invitation and showed up on the doorstep.”
Declan shook his head, shame written on his face, “Uh, I got a bit busy before I even told her that you were coming over. I barely had time to let her know that we were having company so there wasn’t a whole lotta time to fill her in on the details about you, Christian. Listen, can we discuss this later? There’s someone outside that I would like to catch before they decide to fucking leave.”
Christian nodded, clearly pissed off, “Fine. We’ll deal with this later. Tamara? Lock the door behind us. We’ve been chit-chatting long enough that whoever was on the front porch has had time to find some place to hide. Declan, do you have a key to get in? Or should we quickly come up with a secret knock to use so she’ll answer the door to us?”
Declan looked at Tamara as she gathered up what was left of her clothes then back to Christian, “I have a key. Tamara, don’t open this door to anybody okay? Promise me?”
At her nod, Declan turned to Christian, suddenly in a hurry to get outside and find whoever it was that had been standing outside peeping in their windows, “Let’s go before he decides to try and leave instead of hide.”
Christian gave Tamara a heated look full of promise before he headed out the door.
Tamara made her way to the door as Declan turned around, “Make sure you lock this door, darling. Then I want you to go upstairs to our room. There’s no need for you to wait around down here. We’ll call you when we come inside. I’m sure you want to know who was standing outside, and what they saw, as much as we do.”
He gave her a kiss that seared her soul before grabbing the key that was hanging by the door on his way out, leaving her stunned for a minute. Tamara turned the deadbolt and then hurried upstairs. It was true that she wanted to know who had braved the storm to stand outside the front window of her cabin, but she wasn’t stupid enough to sit around and wait for them to burst into the place.
She went into her bedroom as her fiancée had directed and looked out the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the men as they looked for the intruder but all she saw was the rain beating down in sheets. The light of the moon was muted by the dark clouds that had covered it, shrouding the backyard in darkness. Combine the pitch black with the sheets of water running down the window and it made impossible to make many things out. At one point she thought she might have seen Declan’s Fossa form as they hunted for the soul who had decided to get nosy, but she couldn’t be sure. As Tamara turned away from the window, she couldn’t see anything anyway, she thought she glimpsed the body of a large cat stalking into the woods but that was impossible. She began to pace the room, her arms wrapped around her waist in a mix of frustration, anger, fear, worry and sexual need. Tamara understood why the men had rushed out of the cabin and were hunting down the stranger, but she couldn’t help feeling like they hadn’t given her a chance to prove that she could hold her own against whatever threat they might be facing. She hated being left out, of anything, and was beginning to get a little pissed off as the minutes ticked by.
When she heard a loud crash come from the living room, she rushed to the head of the stairs and looked down. What she saw caught her by surprise. Christian and Declan were struggling with a man that was a head taller than the both of them. The newcomer was shouting at them in a language that sounded vaguely familiar to her and she strained her ears to try and pick up everything he was saying.
“Tamara! You mind coming downstairs for a minute?” Declan shouted over the rantings of the man he and Christian had shoved into the armchair by the door.
Tamara was still pissed at having been left inside to wait for the men to defend her honor and their secrets, but she tried to compose herself and made her way down the stairs, “What’s going on? Did you catch our peeping Tom?”
Christian turned, incredulity in his voice, “Yes, I believe we did. But neither Declan nor I can understand a word he’s saying. Do you know this guy?”
Tamara looked at the man her mate had drug into the cabin with the help of his best friend, recognition sparking in her mind and nodded, “Uh, yeah. Actually, I think I do know him. He looks a lot like one of my neighbors. Did you ask him why he was outside?”
“Of course, we asked him why he was outside. Do you think we went out in this storm to chase after him just for fun?” Declan snapped as he pushed away from the wall he had leaned against after getting their intruder into the cabin.
She made her way over to her fiancée, intent on smoothing out his ruffled feathers, “Calm down, honey, I meant no offense. Things happened pretty fast after our little game. I mean, we didn’t even have a chance to really catch our breath when the two of you were announcing that we had company and were rushing out the door. Without asking me if I could be of assistance, I might add. You two treated me like a damsel in distress and had me hide upstairs in our bedroom. We’ve been together long enough that you should know by now that I’m not one of those women who need, much less like, to be saved. I could have helped, Declan!”
Christian looked at the man they had deposited in the chair before making his way over to where the couple were standing, “That was my fault, Tamara, and for that I apologize. I’m a little old-fashioned where women and danger are concerned.”
Tamara turned her frustration onto the man who had spoken, “Then you need to realize, old-fashioned or not, that not all women like to be rescued. It’s the twenty-first century, Christian. Women like to be included in decisions; they like to think for themselves and to be heard. You’d do well to remember that if you want to continue playing with us.”
Declan moved away from the wall towards their unexpected guest, “I told you we were gonna get Hells for making her stay inside. Why do you think I didn’t fight with her earlier about going with us to Wisconsin to confirm your research?”
Christian wrapped his arms around Tamara’s waist and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head, “I’m sorry, Tamara. It won’t happen again.”
She stiffened in his arms, pulling away at his apology, “Fine. See that it doesn’t. Now what should we do with our guest?”
Christian looked over to the man who was still ranting in a foreign language, “I think we’ll leave that decision up to yo
u since you know him.”
Tamara gave him a warm smile, her stomach doing a small flip of nervousness, “That’s a very good idea. And thank you.”
She made her way over to the man sitting in front of her mate, squatting to be eye level with him and hoping to get his attention, “Why were you standing outside my cabin?”
The man had been looking around the living room, not making eye contact with anyone, but when he heard Tamara talking directly to him his gaze settled onto hers and he answered in stilted English, “I was lost. The storm caught me off guard.”
His Greek accent was thick and it was difficult for the three of them to understand what he was trying to say, but Tamara had taken a Greek course in college so she decided that it might be easier to discuss the situation in his home language and then interpret it for the men, “You said that the storm caught you off guard and that you got lost, and this I understand, but how is it you found yourself on my front porch? Not to mention in this area in general? I mean we are not an easy place to find without proper instructions.”
The man grew excited when Tamara spoke to him in his own language, his face lighting up, and became animated when he answered her, “I had been fighting with my wife and decided that we needed a bit of space for the two of us to calm down, so I chose to take a walk in the woods, just to clear my head, you know? I came across something that was a bit strange, so I decided to investigate. What I discovered spooked me, so I ran. I must have gotten turned around when it began pouring outside because the next thing, I knew I found myself standing on your front porch.”
Tamara looked at her men, uncertainty on her face, “It appears to have been an accident. Though I must admit that I’m curious as to what it was, he saw out in the woods that scared him so much that he ran blindly through the trees in his hurry to get away.”