Gordon, Solara - Jet Lag Blues (Siren Publishing PolyAmour) (7 page)

“Uh-uh,” Mason groaned. “Easy, please. Certain parts of my anatomy don’t take chafing lightly.”

“Sorry,” she offered. “But I do like your reaction.” She stroked his cheek, leaned closer, closing her eyes and puckering her lips.

Mason’s lips grazed hers and then settled firmly upon them. His arms slid up her back midway between her shoulders and waist. Moving her hands up his neck, she fingered his hair. Its softness ran between her fingers and onto her hands as she slid them deep into his locks.

Chapter
Ten

Mason fitted his mouth more tightly to hers. Val peeked through her lashes, confirming his eyes were closed as well. Part of her wondered if he fantasized about another girl or if he was savoring the experience as much as she was.

Arching her fingers, she wove her hands deeper into his hair, scratching her nails lightly along his scalp. Mason’s muffled “yes” parted his lips. Val didn’t hesitate and went for it. Matching her lips to his, she nestled the tip of her tongue between his lips. His reaction dictated her next move.

Mason pulled her to him, pressing them tighter together. His tongue met hers briefly. They dueled, testing how far the other would venture until a full French kiss was upon them. His hands roved up and down her back, massaging and caressing. Each time her tongue drew back, his followed boldly, courting hers, accepting no retreat. She could feel his cock swell and nudge her the more they kissed. Her nipples had to be as hard as he was.

Darryl’s muffled cough drew them apart. “I’d say save some for me, but I’m not sure there’s any left.”

Val tucked her hair behind her ears as she rested her forehead against Mason’s. She watched his eyes, looking for a sign of his reaction.

He blinked several times and stared as though he looked past her or his thoughts were elsewhere. She inhaled and spoke. “Are you okay?”

Mason nodded, rubbing his lips together. His nostrils flared each time he inhaled. He pulled back, creating some space between them. “Yeah, thanks.”

She lifted her buttocks, attempting to move off Mason’s lap.

“Easy, please,” Mason whispered, grimacing with each move. “Maybe Darryl can stop snickering long enough to lend us a hand.”

Val glanced over her shoulder. “Oh, I think he owes us that much. His turn is next.”

Darryl stood and helped Val to her feet. Drawing her into his arms, he kissed her quickly. “You sure you’re ready?”

She swallowed hard. His eyes glowed with his usual competitiveness. Yet, there was a difference. She pressed tighter against him, needing the reassurance of his touch and warmth. He settled deeper into the hug, his head dipped toward her. His legs parted, almost straddling hers, allowing their lower halves to fit against each other. She stepped closer, tightening her hold on him. He rocked against her.

“You’ve got a hard-on,” Val gasped and tried to move back. Darryl held her firm, preventing her separation.

“Who wouldn’t after watching you two? Dang, the heat rolled off you and caught me in its ripple.” Darryl rubbed his hands across her shoulders.

He stopped at her waist. Snuggling her to him, he whispered, “Let’s see if we can catch Mason in our ripple.”

“But he’s already got one.” Val dipped her head. She was sure her face must be red, considering the heat she felt running up her neck.

“Oops, sorry,” Mason offered, his voice tinged with laughter.

“I’m sure he does.” Darryl’s hand left her back and cupped her cheek. His hand slid down her jaw stopping at her chin. She tried to free herself from his grasp.

“What makes you think he wants to lose it?” Darryl teased, tipping her head back to meet his gaze.

“I–uh–I—” she stammered.

God, she sounded like an inexperienced youth. She felt like one in some ways. Kissing Mason turned her on more than she expected. She’d fantasized about wrapping her arms around him and laying an intense lip lock on him, but damn, the heat flowing through her once they’d begun Frenching had practically boiled her dry.

Wow, she’d like to—no, make that love to—kiss them like that again and again. That could be addicting. Yet, Darryl’s reaction wasn’t what she’d expected.

Sure, he’d said he didn’t mind. Part of her believed his words. Another part refused to accept it. Her experience said otherwise. Darryl’s chuckle broke her train of thought.

“Val, did you enjoy kissing Mason, knowing I watched you?” He held her chin firm, gazing into her eyes. He winked and smiled. “Be honest. It’s okay. I enjoyed it. Did you?”

Val looked down, averting her eyes, and nodded.

“Maybe Mason would enjoy watching?”

“Sure, why not?” Mason chimed in.

She drew a deep breath and exhaled. Her conscience pinged less loudly the more she repeated Darryl’s words and Mason’s earlier pronouncements about her being a hottie. Darryl released her chin. She could see Mason’s smile as well when she glanced to him. It was surely different. How far would they go? Could she go?

“So you’re both comfortable sharing?” There, she’d voiced her concern and curiosity.

“So far, yes,” Darryl responded. “No biggie. Why?”

“I don’t want to lose us either.” Val turned in Darryl’s arms to face Mason. “Yours and my friendship means a lot to me. I like the three of us.”

Mason smiled from where he sat and offered his hand. “I do, too. He pointed to his shorts. “But my tent pole is rapidly wilting here.”

Darryl rubbed his hips against her buttocks. “Hmmmm, I think I am, too. What ya gonna do about it, woman?”

“Oh, I’m responsible?” Val questioned, turning sideways in Darryl’s arms, keeping Mason in view.

“Well, Mason isn’t. That’s for sure.” Darryl settled her against him.

“Oh, kiss him and see what you can do,” Mason challenged. He moved toward the corner of the bed. “Maybe I should sit on the bed to make sure I get a good view?”

“Smart-mouth.” Darryl gasped her waist, turning her completely to him. “Get your view settled, buddy. The show’s started.”

Heat grew in intensity as Darryl’s hand slid to her hips. He rocked and rubbed against her, mimicking what he’d do if they were nude. Val gasped as he fluttered his hand upward, tracing the cleft of her buttocks, working toward the small of her back.

Oh, Lord, he was going for her sweet spot where the indentation of the small of her back dipped toward her upper torso. She sucked in air as his fingers lightly tapped along the top of her hips just short of the area he sought. Warmth grew with each tap, sending short bursts of tingles shooting through her. His other hand stoked up her hip and massaged her waist.

Val inhaled deeply as his nails lightly raked over her waist, moving closer to his other hand. Her eyelids grew heavy and threatened to close. Heat rose deep from within and rushed over her, enveloping her from head to toe. His hand held her tight to him, circling and caressing the outer edge of her sweet spot. Regardless of which way she moved, his hot groin stoked the heat building within her.

She blinked, hoping to cool the growing need rippling through her. Arching her neck, she caught Mason’s interested gaze. Her view dropped lower. His hard-on had returned.

“I believe the pyrotechnics are about to begin.” Darryl’s head dipped to hers.

He nibbled her bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth as he ground against her, building more heat between them.

Darryl pulled back and turned them to face Mason. “Hot enough for you, my friend?”

His hand traced upward outlining Val’s ass and hips. He bunched her robe in his hand, inching its hem up revealing more and more of her toned calves and defined thighs.

“Like what you see?” Darryl pulled her robe tight across her ass and dipped her back over his other arm.

“So plump and ready for swatting. What you think?”

All these questions to Mason. What is he doing?

Val gasped as Darryl leaned her farther back. She swallowed hard at the look in his eye. She swore his blue eyes changed color each time he touched her or spoke. It was as though his little show turned him on as much as he was hoping to do so to Mason.

“Damn, I only kissed her.” Mason’s voice sounded strained and garbled. She tried twisting her head to get a better view. Her knees wobbled, and she stumbled toward Mason. Darryl caught her and…swat!

“Be still and behave,” Darryl warned.

Val blinked and tossed her head. Warmth crept across her buttocks cheek, adding to her rapidly raising internal temperature. Where was Darryl going with all this? She wet her lips, ready to voice her concerns. When had kink entered into the game?

“Yes, and I kissed her, too. But, a little extra heat never hurts. Wanna join in?” Darryl’s chuckle should have sent cold shivers racing over her and cooled her off. Instead, coupled with Mason’s response, her knees gave way, thrusting her against Darryl.

“Yes,” Mason hissed, rising to his feet. “I can see a Val sandwich happening.”

Chapter
Eleven

“Front or back?” Darryl offered, steadying Val.

“You have a preference?” Mason countered, moving close enough that she could feel his heat.

She licked her lips and tried to swallow. Her throat constricted as she inhaled.

God, had Darryl been reading her mind or peeking into her fantasies? Not that he could. But still—one of her ultra-secret ones was possibly about to come true.

“I think maybe Val should decide.” Darryl paused and touched her arm. “Well madam, what do you say?”

“Huh?” Val blurted out, startled at Darryl’s touch.

Boy, did she sound stupid.
Two hunkish men are about to sandwich me between them, and all I can say is “huh”!

“Easy, it’s okay,” Darryl soothed, running his hand up and down her arm.

Mason’s breathy chuckle caressed her cheek. “Yeah, it’s just us. You ready?”

He stepped closer, his hand entwined with hers.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered. “You choose.”

Mason slid behind her and slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her back to him. He nestled between her legs so she stood astraddle his feet. “Next.”

Leaning into him, she rested her shoulders on his chest. Every breath he took brought some part of them in contact and enhanced the hot sparks coursing through her. Darryl had primed her sweet spot all right and turned her thermostat on high.

Looking up at him, she caught his lust and shivered. His hands reached toward his shorts.

“Is it hot in here? Or is it me?” he quipped, stepping to her.
       

Responses fled her mind. Mason’s hands roamed the area between her ribs and hips, moving nearer her mons and breasts with each stroke.

* * * *

Darryl slowly inched his left hand up Val’s arm, scratching the exposed areas of her inner wrist and elbow lightly with his nails. He gathered her free hand with his other and intertwined their fingers.

His eyes never left hers as he closed the space between them. As his hand reached her shoulder, he glanced down. Her eyes followed his movement and blinked at the object impeding his progress.

“We don’t need this anymore.” He kicked the bottle aside and settled between her open legs, lightly pressing against her.

He could feel Mason’s hands rubbing up and down her ribs and stomach. He’d stopped short of her pussy and breasts. Val’s jagged breaths and short sighs said she enjoyed what he did. Her short moans as he stroked away indicated she wanted more.

Darryl knew how to push her pleasure higher and to more intense levels. Mason didn’t. How did Darryl guide him, short of words or putting his hands on his to show him what Val enjoyed and wanted?

If this was going to work, they all needed to be engaged.

* * * *

“Tell us what you want,” Darryl whispered, his lips close to Val’s ear.

“What?” Tingles from Darryl’s warm breath coursed down her neck, sending her pulse racing and making her nipples tauter.

“Guide us. Help us pleasure you.” Darryl’s hot words against her ear sent her imagination downward.

Two sets of warm masculine hands caressed almost every part of her. Could she coherently tell them what she wanted? Needed?

“Touch me,” she rasped. She tried opening her eyes to locate whose hands were whose. But, her own desire held her tight within its grasp. Her lids fluttered shut as their hands met near her breasts.

“We are.” Mason’s breath warmed her right ear.

“Yes.” Darryl’s response heated her other.

“Follow each other together.” Her voice trailed off to a whisper, leaving her last words beyond audible range.

“Oh, follow the leader. My favorite game.” Darryl’s husky tone vibrated against her neck, sending hard, hot tendrils of need deep into her. His tongue laved up and over her earlobe, catching it between his teeth.

“My turn,” Mason mumbled, copying Darryl’s action.

Where one left off and the other began, she couldn’t tell. She gave herself over to the sensations coursing through her. It was as though the guys moved in unison.