Night Is Darkest (13 page)

“Are you going to be okay with this?” Mason worried about the bitterness tingeing his friend’s anticipation.

“The truth is, Mason, I’d do anything to share her with you.”

Although there were many things he would’ve liked to say in response to Ty’s declaration, the creak of Lacey’s door opening saved him from admitting he was too damn scared to be as transparent about his feelings as the two people he loved were.

Lacey gulped then eased her trembling hand over the doorknob. She’d upgraded her ratty sweats to a pink satin baby doll nightgown with black lace trim—which did nothing to warm her in the chilly early morning air—just in case, by some miracle, the guys decided to grant her wishes. Even after she’d changed, fluffed her hair and checked the shave job on her legs, she’d perched on the closed toilet with her head between her knees for a good ten minutes before she got up the courage to see if she’d be disappointed yet again.

When she opened the door and spotted Tyler lounging shirtless on her bed, with one muscled arm behind his head, her heart kicked in triple time. The tantalizing trail of dark hair that led the way to the opened button of his jeans made her drool. Topped off by his sexy bare feet, he looked like he belonged there.

He smiled, slow and easy, in invitation. She returned the gesture wide enough she feared her face might split in an attempt to cover her disappointment. How greedy did it make her that even a sensual feast like Ty didn’t satiate her yearnings?

“Got any of that sugar for me, doll?”

If she’d spun around any faster, she might have lifted into orbit. “You stayed.”

Mason didn’t move from where he leaned one shoulder against the wall, feet crossed at his ankles. Unlike Ty, he still wore his grey hoodie—his hands tucked into the front pouch—over a dusty blue T-shirt, ripped jeans and his running shoes. The highlights in his honey-tipped hair glinted in the soft light.

Lacey bounded the two steps to his outpost. By the time she jumped, wrapped her legs around his waist and hugged him tight, he’d braced himself to catch her. She gripped the cotton, softened from hundreds of washes, in her fists even as his broad palms cupped her ass.

“I take it that’s a yes?”

Even one more moment was too long to wait. She reached up and cut off his words by smooshing her lips to his. Like he had the other day, Mason seized control immediately. He shifted until her shoulders met the cool surface of the painted lilac wall. Then, with a groan that echoed her relief after years of frustration, he devoured her mouth.

Teeth, tongue and lips ravaged her until the world spun out of control. She tried to meet his assault but he overwhelmed her with passion. Each thrust of her tongue earned a sharp nip before he parried with a swipe of his own. Beneath the hem of her short lingerie, his callused hands roamed her upper thighs and ass. Nothing had ever swept her away like this before.

Where loving Ty was easy, Mason was demanding. She reveled in his fierce possession.

When she squirmed in his hold, attempting to rub her aching core on the steel-hard shaft pulsing between her legs, he turned toward the bed. He tilted his head, breaking their mouth-to-mouth contact.

“Look at what you do to him. To us,” Mason growled in her ear as he angled her so she could see what he referred to.

Spread out in front of her, Tyler had reached into his fly and extracted his cock. As she watched, he stroked it with long pulls while his other hand cupped his balls.

“You two look amazing together,” he rasped.

Mason pivoted again, setting her down on the mattress. She crawled between Ty’s splayed knees and tucked her fingers in his waistband. With several tugs, she peeled the faded denim from his lanky form as the hair of his legs teased her knuckles.

As soon as he’d kicked free from the confining fabric, he dropped his cock against his taut abs and tugged her over him like a blanket. He undulated beneath her, gliding his erection over the silky nightgown between them until it grew damp with his precum. As he rocked against her, he clasped her hips to keep her in position. The grip caused the garment to ride up, exposing her ass and the tiny matching lace thong tucked between her cheeks. When he had her where he wanted her, he teased her lips with gentle but relentless kisses.

The quiet
thwap
of shed clothing hitting the floor cut through the sensual haze in her mind.

Mason moaned, “You have a great ass.”

Then his thumbs traced the valley between the globes along the sliver of material providing her only protection from his searing gaze. She jerked when he stimulated her sensitive skin. “Ohmygod.”

Tyler chuckled against the side of her neck. “I’m going to love corrupting you, babe.”

Mason’s hands cupped her shoulders, lifting her torso from the heated slab of muscles pillowing her. He gathered the edge of her gown in his hand then drew it off. She turned her face to the side until she could nuzzle the place where his cock tented his boxer briefs. When she dragged her open mouth over the bulge, it jerked beneath her lips.

On a groan, his hands reached forward to cup her breasts. He played with them—squeezing and caressing—until she ground her crotch against Ty’s shaft, still nestled below her soaked underwear. Mason placed one palm flat between her shoulder blades and forced her forward. He guided her toward Tyler.

“I want to see you suck her tits.” The request came out more like a demand. “Show me what she likes.”

He molded her breast upward, feeding her nipple into Ty’s seeking mouth as the other man ducked his head. When his suckling sent shocks of electricity up her spine, his hands directed her hips in concentrated swirls. Mason encircled her throat with light pressure from his fingers then tipped her head back so he could monitor her expression.

“Mmm, yes, doll. You like that.” His thumb tickled her cheek. “Let’s try it a little harder and see if that’s better for you, okay?”

She moaned in response to his rhetorical question when Ty followed his lead, pulling the tip of her breast into his mouth. Her spine arched to the limit of her flexibility as she fought to make him take her nipple deeper.

The sensation combined with the blunt pressure of his cock bumping her clit as she humped him until she came precariously close to tumbling over the edge of ecstasy into orgasm.

“Enough.” Mason tugged her away, her nipple leaving Ty’s mouth with a slurp. “I don’t want you to come yet. Not until I tell you, do you understand?”

She struggled to catch her breath, never mind answer him. In response to her silence, Mason covered her back and slid them to the other side of the bed. Pinned beneath his solid weight, she fought instinctive panic for a moment. As soon as it hit her, Ty appeared beside her, his face even with hers against the mattress. The pressure on her shoulders didn’t shift but she no longer felt alone.

“Look into my eyes, little one.” Desire electrified the green until they burned like lasers. “He’s not going to hurt you. This is Mason. But he’s dominant through and through. When he asks you a question, you’ll need to answer him or he goes a little caveman.”

Tyler took her fingers where they rested against the sheet and nibbled the tips. All the while, Mason kept her still, letting her adjust to his presence. The rough, uneven cadence of his breathing billowed her hair as his cock throbbed against her ass and lower back in time to his racing heartbeat.

“Still okay?” Ty sucked on her finger as he waited for her to confirm.

Lacey nodded, the motion rubbing her hair against Mason’s chest, communicating her assent to both men. In a flash, Mason dropped lower, testing her. Instead of fighting, she went still. She absorbed his heat and the security of being held so close by someone she trusted.

“Very good, doll.” His approval heightened her pleasure. “Now, let’s try this again. I want you to tell us when you’re about to get off. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.” She wasn’t being facetious. The appellation slipped from her lips natural as could be.

Mason’s response was instantaneous. He kept her tucked against his chest when he rolled to his back then situated himself so he sat with his shoulders braced against the headboard. Lacey reclined in his lap with her shoulders cradled on his chest. One of his arms rested just below her breasts while the other hand wandered over her tummy to her mound. When his fingers encountered the drenched lace, teasing the engorged flesh below it, she cried out but instincts urged her to let them have their way.

“Ty, get rid of those panties so we can show her how we reward good girls.”

Tyler’s fingers skimmed her hips, tucking under the bands at the side of her thong. She lifted her ass to give him room to ease the material along her thighs. Bare to their perusal, she shifted self-consciously.

Mason’s cock jerked in the cushion of her ass. It glided through the combination of their clean sweat and his slippery arousal. He tweaked her nipple, adding to her sweet torture. “Stay still.”

Then, in one motion, he tucked his knees between hers, spread his thighs wide and propped his feet on the mattress so his knees bent, pinning her legs in the valley made by his thighs and torso. At the foot of the bed, Ty moaned as he enjoyed the view from his perfect perspective.

With his lower hand, Mason toyed with her exposed pussy. He ran his fingers along the ridges of her slit until he teased her clit with the very tip of one digit. In her ear, he whispered, “Look at how much Tyler wants to taste you. Do you see how hard his cock is?”

She whimpered, the only response she could force past the longing choking her.

“Should we let him play?”

Ty observed their exchange from his position, unmoving. He had surrendered control to Mason as surely as she had. The knowledge caused her pussy to spasm, pushing more of her arousal onto her exposed vulva and Mason’s fingers.

“Hmmm… I think so, too.”

She nearly cried in relief.

“I want to watch him eat your pretty pussy. Get over here, Tyler.”

Lacey tracked the captivating progress he made as he lunged between their entangled limbs. For a moment, it looked as though he intended to lick her honey from Mason’s glistening fingers but her captor removed them at the last second. Instead, Ty’s amazing tongue flicked over her labia in the spot Mason’s hand had rested moments before.

A decadent vision of Ty servicing Mason overran her imagination. The proximity of his mouth to the other man’s straining cock and tight sac only encouraged her fantasy.

An intense wave of desire wracked her body with shudders. Ty groaned and ingested the new evidence of her pleasure. Together, she and Mason watched as Ty lapped every last drop from her rosy skin. He twirled his tongue around her clit until his chin and lips turned glossy.

“I want to know what you taste like.” Mason’s chest heaved, puffing out her breasts. The tension in his muscles kept them tight enough to shatter beneath her. She started to move in order to facilitate his wish to switch places with Ty but quickly realized he had other plans.

“I told you to stay still.” This time the pinch on her nipple came harder.

Lacey cried out. Pleasure, not pain, caused her reaction.

“Kiss her, Ty.” The bed shook as her dark-haired lover rose gracefully to his knees. His hard-on nudged her breasts before he hunched over to infuse her mouth with the scent and taste of her passion. The strokes of his tongue on hers incited a riot of need. She felt empty and abandoned. She needed someone buried inside her. Soon.

“Enough.”

Tyler braced his palms on the wall above their heads as he panted, catching his breath after their profound kiss.

“Now, is there something you want to tell me, doll?” His tone dared her to ask for what she needed.

“Please, Mason. I’m close. I need you to fuck me.” Desire obliterated her inhibitions, allowing her to beg.

“Shit, yes.” With one hand he struggled to shove his underwear low enough to free his cock. When he fought to pull the fabric over the huge bulge prohibiting their descent, Tyler bent to assist him but Mason ripped the seams of his boxer briefs before his friend could reach them.

His cock bounced against her pussy and she screamed for him. “Please!”

“First, I want to taste you. Or have you forgotten my wishes so soon?”

Suddenly, Lacey knew exactly what he intended. She arched her neck until their mouths joined. He groaned and bit her lip before sucking hard on her tongue. After securing her submission, he presented her with his cock. His hand guided the thick shaft into place while he continued to ingest her flavor.

With a shift of his hips, the head notched into her pussy. Consistent with their builds, he seemed much thicker than Tyler if not quite as long. Though he thrust his hips in a shallow arc, his cock got stuck just inside her channel.

He broke the contact of their mouths long enough to growl. “Doll, you’re so fucking tight.”

Ty sank from his position to kneel in the V of their thighs. He wrapped his hands over her hips, lifting her a fraction of an inch before impaling her once more on Mason’s erection. When he made only slight progress, he groaned and dipped his head. He resumed his oral exploration of her clit, sucking and nibbling gently until the additional secretions, and gravity, coaxed more of Mason’s cock to slide inside her.