Tropical Sin: Bandicoot Cove, Book 3 (8 page)

McKenzie’s breath caught in her throat. She stared up at him, unable to move, even when Aidan’s hands smoothed over her hips, one nestling between her thighs, the other moving up to cup her left breast.

“She’s definitely not the shy type.” Aidan chuckled, dipping one finger, then another into McKenzie’s sopping folds.

Who was he talking about? McKenzie couldn’t remember. Her brain didn’t seem to be working anymore.

Nick traced the tip of the glass dildo over her chin, down the column of her throat. Its cool surface was so smooth it almost felt slick, and a ripple of base lust claimed her. “Tell me about this New Year’s Eve conversation.” Nick circled her right nipple with the dildo’s end. Her nipple distended into a rock-hard peak, the response eliciting a hum of appreciation from the rock star.

Aidan’s fingers in her pussy wriggled a little deeper, his breath fanning the side of her throat.

“I told Kylie I wanted to try a glass dildo once,” McKenzie croaked, the simple pleasure of Aidan’s intimate touch and the insane caress of smooth, cool glass on her breast almost stealing her ability to speak. “And Kylie suggested Aidan be the one to…” she faltered.

“To what, McKenzie?” Nick prompted.

Behind her, Aidan drew a ragged breath, his erection like a rod of steel pushing at the base of her spine.

“To use it on me,” she finished on a whisper, her stare fixed on Nick’s piercing grey eyes.

“What did you do?”

His question made her cheeks fill with heat. “I laughed.”

He studied her. “Are you laughing now?”

All she could do was shake her head. And swallow.

Without a word, he passed the dildo to Aidan.

The glass was hard against Aidan’s palm, cool against his flushed flesh. He closed his fingers around its dimpled length, his dick jerking at the somehow carnal contact.

There was no denying what the object in his hand was designed for—the giving of pleasure.

Mack’s pleasure.

His head swam and he ground his teeth, gazing at Nick over the top of McKenzie’s head. He remembered the conversation with Kylie and Mack so very, very well. The second Kylie—not anywhere near as tipsy on champagne as McKenzie—had uttered the suggestion he help his best friend out with her unexpected sexual curiosity, his prick had jumped to aching attention and his heart had slammed into his throat.

Much like they did now, although he doubted his cock could get any harder than it already was.

He curled his fingers tighter around the dildo’s dimpled girth, his head swimming some more. From the corner of his eye he saw Nick move, rolling a fresh condom down the length of his erection, but the sight barely registered in his rapture-fogged brain. “Babe…” he murmured against McKenzie’s temple.

“Oh God, Aidan.” She arched into his fingers still sheathed inside her sweet, wet pussy. “If you don’t fuck me with that now…”

He didn’t need her to finish.

Neither it seemed, did Nick.

With one simple move, the singer scooped McKenzie’s right leg up into the crook of his elbow, spreading her folds wide.

The heady scent of her musk filled Aidan’s breath, and, impossible as it was, his cock pulsed with fresh blood, growing thicker and longer and harder.

Jesus, how could he be in this much pain and feel this goddamn good?

“She is so ready for you, mate.”

Nick’s low statement speared into his groin. The man was correct—McKenzie’s juices flowed from her spread pussy, coating Aidan’s fingers. He withdrew them from her tight heat, stopping at the swollen nub of her clit. She hissed as he rolled the tiny button of flesh under his fingertips, her hips bucking upward once in a violent thrust. “Aidan…”

She hadn’t finished calling his name when he slid the glass dildo into her sodden channel. Burying its dimpled length into her.

“Oh God!” she cried out, her arms reaching up behind her, snaring around his neck and shoulders. “Oh God, yes.”

He withdrew the dildo a little, McKenzie’s hitching whimpers telling him exactly what those tiny beads all over its length were doing to her, and then plunged it back into her, squeezing her breast and fingering her clit as he did so.

“Fuck!” The word left her on a breathless scream, followed by nonsensical moans as Nick stepped closer into her spread legs and closed his free hand over her other breast.

“Tell me how you feel, McKenzie,” Nick commanded, his lips roaming her cheek, her jaw. “Tell me what Aidan is doing to you.”

She shook her head, her body quivering against Aidan’s, her pussy weeping her pleasure. “I can’t…I can’t…” she panted, clinging tighter to Aidan’s shoulders. The position thrust her breasts upward, a fact he reveled in as he watched Nick capture her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Aidan’s mouth watered, the need to suck on that pebbled form so great he growled.

“Yes, you can,” Nick ground out, and it was only the raw tone of his voice that told Aidan the man was on a tightrope of control as well. “Tell me how good Aidan is making you feel and he will let you come.”

“I…” McKenzie’s gasp was barely a word. She pushed her hips upward, riding the dildo as much as Nick’s hold on her leg would let her. Her heart hammered—Aidan could feel its frantic rhythm pound through her body into his. It was an intoxicating beat he felt all the way to his soul.

“Tell me, babe,” he whispered against her temple. “Please…please, tell me.”

“Oh God,” she panted, writhing into each thrust and stroke and penetration he made with the glass dick. “Oh God, Aidan, I…you…”

Nick dipped his head, and Aidan let out a growl of arousal at the sight of the man closing his lips over one of McKenzie’s erect nipples. He saw Nick’s cheeks concave, he heard McKenzie whimper immediately after. His cock jerked some more, so engorged with need it was excruciating.

“Tell me, Mack.” He slid the dildo in and out of her gripping sex. “Tell me how I make you feel.”

She bucked, one hand burying in Nick’s hair. “I…” Her voice grew higher. Her breath grew shallower. “I…, oh, Aidan, oh God…I…I…too good…this is…so…”

He plunged the dildo back inside her, his body on fire. “Oh babe, I need to be inside you now.”

His declaration tore from his throat.

“Fuck, so do I,” Nick groaned, lifting his head from her breast. “Will you let us take you both at the same time, McKenzie?”

Her grip on the back of Aidan’s neck grew fierce. His mouth went dry.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I want that. I want that so badly.”

“Aidan’s going to fuck your arse, McKenzie.” Nick’s voice was barely more than a rasping breath. “Aidan’s going to bury that massive dick of his into your tight arse and I’m going to fill you with mine. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” she moaned, squirming on the dildo impaled in her sex. “Yes.”

Aidan’s cock throbbed. His ears roared. He withdrew the thick, glass length one last time, pinching her clit as he did so.

“Oh God, I’m coming,” McKenzie screamed.

Warm cream gushed from her pussy, coating his hand, his fingers. She clung to him, to Nick, making nonsensical noises as her climax detonated through her. It poured from her, turning the air to sweet musk, filling the room with the wet sounds of her release.

He thrust the dildo in once more, his balls full with need, his heart smashing in his chest, and then, unable to control himself any more, he pulled it free of her folds, threw it aside and swiped his drenched fingers from her pussy up to her anus. Spreading her wet pleasure to the tightest opening of her body.

“Lube?” He flicked Nick a harried look. He was coming undone here. He wouldn’t hold on much longer. He couldn’t—

Nick held up the tube, and Aidan couldn’t help but note the man had already removed the lid. He lifted his own hand and without a word, Nick squeezed some of the cool, thick liquid onto his fingers. Fingers that trembled when he applied the lubrication to his straining cock.

“Gonna try to take it slow, Mack.” He pressed his face to the side of her neck. “Gonna try.”

She shook her head, fisting her hand in the sweat-matted hair at his nape. “Don’t.”

The command was all it took to push him to the edge. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, dragged his thumb over its tip, painting his already lubricated flesh with his viscous precome, and then pressed it to McKenzie’s cream-slicked anus.

“Now, Aidan,” she gasped, trembling. “Now.”

He penetrated her tightness. One ring of muscle, the other, the other. Fighting to go slow. Almost losing. Almost.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” she cried, her spine arching, her nails digging into his scalp. “That feels so fucking good.”

“As will this,” Aidan heard Nick promise, a second before he saw the man shift his position slightly, his hips rolling upward.

And then Aidan felt Nick’s cock sink into McKenzie’s pussy. Felt Nick’s cock slide against his through the thin wall of McKenzie’s heat. And then all rational, cohesive thought deserted him and he became a creature of elemental pleasure.

McKenzie’s name falling from his lips.

McKenzie’s mind was consumed with utter and total rapture. She’d never ever experienced anything like it. She wasn’t an anal virgin, but nothing, nothing could have prepared her for the insanely amazing feel of Aidan’s and Nick’s erections sliding in and out of her at the same time.

Without words, they moved in perfect sync, Aidan penetrating her arse, stretching her to an exquisite burning point, while Nick withdrew from her pussy, the textured condom he wore grazing the inside of her most feminine walls. And then they would reverse their wonderfully torturous strokes and it would be Nick sinking into her heat as Aidan slowly withdrew almost free of her anus.

And then they would do it again. And again.

And, God help her, again.

She clung to them both, one fist knotted in the hair at Aidan’s nape, the other in Nick’s. The rock star’s elbow still supported her leg, still held her motionless between them—spreading her folds to accommodate his famous cock, balancing her for Aidan’s deep thrusts.

Moans and shallow pants filled the room—hers, Aidan’s, Nick’s. Behind her, Aidan rained a slew of hot kisses over her jaw, her cheek, her temple, his hands roaming her body as he did so, his strokes growing faster. She whimpered, the wicked sensation of his cock in her arse flooding her pussy with new, wet pleasure.

Before her, Nick dragged his free hand up her ribcage to capture her breast, his thumb rolling over her nipple until she gasped. A low chuckle slipped from him, the sound echoed by Aidan’s. If she didn’t know any better, she could believe them psychically linked. How else did they move so perfectly together to make her feel so…so…was there even a word to describe how she felt?

“Oh…” she breathed, the mounting pressure inside her very core growing heavier. Tighter. “I can’t…this is…”

Aidan captured her breast with one large hand, the friction of his callused fingers on her soft flesh making her whimper again. With Nick cupping one breast and Aidan massaging the other, their erections sliding in and out of her, their lips on her throat, her face…

“Just…” she begged, her pussy and arse constricting. “Oh, just…”

“Jesus, you feel so tight, babe.” Aidan groaned in her ear, pinching her nipple as the words flayed her senses. “So tight. So tight and so good.”

The last word left him in a drawn-out tremble, his cock pulsing inside her. Its massive girth stretched her anus and she let out a strangled cry. Only to have the sound captured by Nick’s seeking mouth.

“So good,” he growled against her lips before his tongue invaded her mouth again. His rhythm increased, each stroke of his cock into her pussy faster, deeper. The root of his cock rubbed her clit, sending shards of searing tension into her center.

The world began to spin, her mind incapable of comprehending the concentrated pleasure being wrought upon her body. Her eyes fluttered closed and she lolled her head back onto Aidan’s chest, her breath tearing from her thick throat in soft mews.

She was there. There. All it would take was one more…

Aidan’s tongue dipped into her ear as his rough fingers found her clit.

“Oh God!” She bucked, her orgasm detonating through her like a fireball. “Oh God, yes, yes!”

“Fuck, yes.” Nick’s groan raked over her a second before she felt his cock spasm. Rhythm deserted him, his thrusts into her sex becoming wild. Savage. He threw back his head, his spine arching, his cock grinding harder to her clit even as Aidan’s fingers rolled over the tiny button of flesh.

And then Aidan, too, was coming, his breaths ragged and barely restrained, his seed filling McKenzie’s arse in thick wads of pleasure. His hands dug into her hips, his thrusts frenetic. “Christ, Mack,” he choked out, “I didn’t…I never…”

But before the words could form, another orgasm slammed through McKenzie, followed by another. She cried out, all control of her body lost, all strength robbed of her muscles except those surrounding Aidan and Nick’s stabbing lengths, and soon, even that was too much and she gave herself over to absolute pleasure.

For a long moment, they stood still. Aidan’s heart slammed against her back, Nick’s thumped against her breast. The two men held her closely before, with a gentle shift of his arm, Nick released her leg from his elbow and allowed her foot to return to the floor. There was a moment of prickling heat as the blood rushed into her toes, the sensation adding to the waves of warmth radiating through her, and then she slumped against Nick’s chest. “Oh…” she began, her throat dry. “Wow.”

The singer chuckled at her highly eloquent, whispered exclamation. “Well, that’s one word I would use.”

“Amazing,” Aidan murmured, his lips pressed to the back of her neck. “That’s the word this poor firefighter is going to use.”

“Yeah.” Nick laughed again, his hips shifting just enough to let his spent shaft slip from McKenzie’s still-throbbing sex. “I’d agree with that one too.”

He took a step backward, giving McKenzie a slow smile. “Don’t move.”

She gave him a weak snort, letting her weight rest against Aidan’s solid form. “Are you kidding? I don’t think I can.”

Aidan smoothed his arms more snuggly around her body, his hands—with almost hesitant uncertainty—skimming over the underside of her breasts. “I’ve got you, babe.”