Seducing Their Wayfaring Souls [3xtasy Lake 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (17 page)

“I have a great imagination.” His tongue traced the outer shell of her ear as his hands slipped under her sweater and T-shirt, making their way along her skin to her breasts. She held her breath as he boldly cupped her. Wrapping his fingers around the edge of her bra, he peeled it back enough to feel her nipples. The sensation was like an electrical current straight to her clit. Not about to let him have all the fun, she slowly rocked herself against his hardening cock.

“Starting without me?” Lars’s voice echoed around them followed by a low chuckle.

“Can you see in the dark?” She called over the sound of the water, not having any idea where Lars was at the moment.

“I think it was a lucky guess.” Cris slid his hand over her tummy and down between her legs, cupping her pussy over her jeans. His fingers pressed against her one by one, teasing her. Standing here in the dark, unable to see anything, she felt like she was being seduced by some mystical creature.

A soft green light appeared about ten feet below them, and then another one. Lars moved behind a waterfall and another light flared to life.

“Oh, my god. This is beautiful.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Cris patted her pussy, removed his hands from her clothing, and then took her hand. “Come on. Let’s go take a closer look.”

She mourned the loss of his touch, but her fascination with her surroundings distracted her. As they made their way down the narrow path below, Lars continued to turn on the lights. There were a dozen in different spots around one side of a large cavern. Water erupted from a crack in the wall high above them and filled what must have been a depression in a thick ledge, which jutted out from the wall over them. That overflow created the waterfall Lars walked behind and dropped into a large pool a foot or two below them.

Tara reached out to feel the water and Cris gripped her hips securely. “I’ll make sure you don’t slip.” The extra sense of security made her reach further out until the water slapped down on her palm.

“It’s really warm.” Considering the time of year, she expected it to be borderline freezing.

“There’s a thermal pocket somewhere deep in the rocks and it heats the water up,” Lars explained as he approached them. He’d lit several lights around the cavern which slowly faded from a green to blue at the same time. The lighting added a more magical quality to the hidden waterfall.

“It’s about five feet deep so don’t dive in.” Lars pulled his long hair up into a ponytail, looping it on itself so it didn’t hang past his shoulders.

Tara backed up from the edge and pressed against Cris’s chest. “We’re going swimming here?” She took in the surroundings, thinking of everything that could go wrong, but Lars did say he would never put her in any danger.

“Come on. Play with us, Tara,” Cris whispered in her ear like a devil sitting on her shoulder. “Imagine how good we’ll make you feel. Lift your arms for me.” He slipped his hands under the edge of her sweater and T-shirt, pulling them both up and over her head at the same time. She was left standing there in only her bra and Lars in front of her, watching as Cris slipped the straps from her shoulders.

“Beautiful,” Lars whispered as Cris unhooked the closure and lifted it away from her body. She felt trapped in his gaze. His eyes looked so dark in the shadows and with the lights behind him she couldn’t quite make out his face.

Cris pressed kisses down her spine as he unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them from her hips. Self-conscious, she immediately tried to hide herself with her hands, but Lars tangled her fingers with his and held her arms out so he could watch Cris unveil her body. She felt Lars’s gaze on her skin as intently as Cris’s lips on her spine and then he kissed each cheek of her ass.

Lars let go of her fingers and quickly stripped his pants off. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her down the rough steps toward the pool. Cris stayed at the edge stripping his own clothes off as he watched them.

The water closed over her legs and ass as Lars sank down into it with her. It was warm and rolled around them, churned up by the impact of the waterfall. Lars put her down and she was surprised by the way the rocks lining the pool felt. Opposite to the rocks at the pool’s edge, the ones inside had been warn away to a silky-smooth surface from the movement of the water over time. He held her close to him. Her breasts moved against his chest and his hands rested lightly on her lower back. She ran her fingers over Lars’s chest and noticed the tattoo over his heart.
How did I miss that yesterday?
“Is this real?” she asked, tracing the two
x
’s with her finger because she would’ve bet money it hadn’t been there before. It didn’t look like a new tattoo. In fact, the primitive mark looked like it’d been part of his skin for a long time.

“Very real,” he replied and trapped her hand between the mark and his palm. “It’ll be there until I die.”

That sounded like a vow and he tilted his head and bent. Seductively brushing his lips over hers, his tongue darted out to trace her lower lip and Tara felt as though he’d stroked her pussy. Memories of yesterday and what she’d done with each of these men flooded her thoughts.

She felt Cris approach and he trapped her between the two of them. Lars stroked his hands over her ass and hips while Cris reached up and cupped her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers. Her body started to burn and ache. She tried to shift her hips, hoping Lars would get the hint and reach between them. All he did was chuckle against her lips. “Patience.”

“It’s overrated,” she whispered back. He grinned and darted a playful kiss against her lips before leaning back.

“My turn,” Cris murmured from her neck. She turned to look up at him and he claimed her in a brazen meeting of lips. He cupped both of her breasts and she felt a hot breath against them moments before Lars closed his lips around one turgid peak. It felt like there was a direct line from nipple to clit, her reaction was so fast.

Cris cupped her jaw with his other hand as she felt Lars’s fingers press between her legs. He squeezed her nipples as he strummed her clit, and she gasped into Cris’s mouth.

“This is…I just…”

“Shhhh.” Cris pressed a finger against her lips. “Feel, Tara. Get used to our hands on you.” The warm water lapped around them, and she took gasps of air as both men played and teased. She quivered in their arms as they took their time arousing her.

She wrapped one hand back around Cris’s neck and with the other she gripped Lars’s hair as he worshiped her breasts and stroked her pussy under the water. She arched her hips and widened her stance, silently begging one of them to fill her. When Lars snaked a finger back and impaled her, she would’ve come except he held his finger motionless inside her. “No.” She arched her hips and tried to force him to move. “Fuck me.”

Cris rubbed his hard cock against her back. “How would you like me to shove my cock up your pussy and Lars will push his deep into your ass? Would you like that, Tara?”

“Yes, now. Do it now.” Her body arched, reaching for the pinnacle the two of them were holding her back from.

“We have to get you ready for that,” he whispered against her ear. Lars added a second finger to her pussy and stroked her twice before stilling his fingers again. She panted and moaned, getting desperate for relief. She felt something press against her anus and then slip past the opening.

She gasped and clenched against the intrusion. Cris made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a growl against her temple. “Fuck, she’s going to be tight.”

Lars groaned at her breast and sucked harder on her nipple, sending another shock wave of pleasure washing over her. A finger swirled around her clit, distracting her from the one trying to penetrate her ass. A dark pleasure rocked through her when Cris pulled out his finger and then pushed in again, this time gaining more depth. Images of her being suspended between the two of them as their cocks replaced their fingers invaded her thoughts. It was strange but felt so incredibly good at the same time. She hooked her leg around one of Lars’s in an attempt to gain some purchase and take control of the rhythm, but neither man let her get away with it.

Lars nipped at her breast and she tightened her grip on his hair. That only spurred him on and he flexed his fingers deep in her pussy and stroked upward. Her breath caught with the intensity of it. He finger fucked her pussy as Cris did the same for her ass and all she could do was hold on to both of them and try to stay upright. Even that failed when Cris pushed a second finger into her anus and Lars pinched her clit as he pushed a third finger inside of her.

Tara felt like her body exploded into a thousand sparking shards, and her screams echoed off the walls around them.

Tara felt herself being moved through the water but felt too boneless to care or even try to help. A strong arm snaked under her legs and around her back, and then she was pulled against a hard chest. She rested her cheek against the muscle and listened to the rapid beat of the heart underneath which made her smile
. Lars.

“
Min blomst.
” His voice rumbled deep in his chest and she could feel his cock hard and pulsing against her thigh. “Are you all right?”

“I feel like I’m floating.”

“Good.”

There was a splash to the right of them. She turned and Cris waded forward holding a bottle of Gatorade. “I want you to drink some.” He passed it to her. She took a long swallow, which helped refresh her slightly. There was something so unique and special about the time spent with Lars and Cris that she honestly couldn’t recall ever feeling that mellow. She took another sip before passing it back to Cris.

Cris placed it on the ledge to the side of them and then ran his hand along her hip. His hand felt cool after holding on to the bottle and she suspected that was the point when her nipples tightened up again.

She wrapped her fingers around Lars’s generous cock as she grasped Cris’s thickness with her other hand. Both men groaned as she stroked them, making her feel brazen and empowered. It surprised her how much her own arousal grew watching each man accept her ministrations.

Cris’s gaze caught hers and even she could read the hunger in his eyes. Her body reacted and her pussy clenched with the silent request. The moment she nodded he hopped up onto the ledge. There must’ve been a step up under the water because she didn’t think anyone could humanly move that fast and high. Not worried about it, she watched as Cris grabbed a towel and dried off his cock and then rolled a condom over it. Lars twirled his fingers over her pussy and breasts and she continued to stroke his cock.

When Cris got back in the water and sat down on the ledge next to her, Lars passed her over. He moved a few feet away, one hand resting back against the ledge. The other was under the water stroking his own cock if the flexing of his muscle was any indication.

“Lars is going to watch me fuck you this time, Tara.” His aggressive words sent a thrill of excitement rushing through her, flooding her pussy with moisture. He grasped her hips and pulled her onto his lap again, pushing deep inside of her with a single stroke. He felt huge from this angle and Lars never took his eyes off of her. His arm continued to move as he jerked his cock.

“Ride him,” Lars ordered.

There was no censure in his expression, and she didn’t feel the slightest embarrassment as she hooked her feet around the back of Cris’s calves and began to ride him.

“Oh god, that feels good. Keep fucking me, Tara. Make those gorgeous breasts of yours bounce for Lars.”

Lars was most definitely a boob man. He didn’t take his eyes off them as she increased the speed she bounced on Cris’s cock. Cris laced his fingers with hers and brought her hands up so they were both stroking the delicate skin under her breasts as they moved together.

She dropped her head back onto Cris’s shoulder and moved her hips in slow circles, listening to the sexy moans and growls he made as she moved. An image filled her brain, making her body run hotter, and she immediately longed for it to come true.

“I want to suck Lars’s cock while you fuck me.”

A quick inhalation of air had her looking over at Lars and the shocked expression on his face. She found it a bit strange considering all they had done so far. Maybe he thought she wouldn’t enjoy it? But after enjoying Cris’s reaction to a blow job yesterday, she wanted to taste Lars as well. It only took a moment of shifting and movement before she was bracing herself on Lars’s legs. Her feet were on a small rock under the water while Cris gripped her hips, his cock still filling every inch of her.

Lars stroked his fingers through her hair and along her jaw, a gentle, loving gesture that made her throat tight. “Thank you.”

She’d been reading too many romance novels because she wanted to believe there was love in their eyes when they looked at her.

“Don’t thank me yet, I might mess this up.”

“Im…possible.” The word hitched in his throat as she wrapped her lips around the crown of his cock. Lars was thick from top to bottom and Tara wrapped her fingers around the base of him, knowing she wouldn’t be able to take all of him in her mouth.

She licked her way around his crown and then pulled off him with a pop. “Cris.”

“Your wish is my demand, gorgeous.” He gripped her hips and pushed himself into her as she sucked on Lars. Thank goodness her fingers were in the way, or the force of Cris’s thrust would’ve sent Lars down her throat. He went deeper than she expected, and he groaned in pleasure.