Dalton, Tymber - Hernando Heat (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Tymber Dalton Page B
Authors: Tymber Dalton
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over the sides of the washtub as he cried out her name. Finally, once his throbbing subsided, they sank lower in the water and caught their breath.
Joe’s soft laughter drew her attention. She looked up to see him standing there, shirtless. “That’s one way to get the mud off,” he teased.
“It’s a fun way,” Mason muttered from beneath her.
Katie sat up and finished ladling water over her head and Mason’s until she was satisfied they were clean. Joe pulled the plug on the drainpipe that led off the porch as Mason stood and held out a hand to Katie to help her from the tub. She wrapped a towel around herself and noticed Mason didn’t bother covering up.
“What now?” Mason cautiously asked.
She glanced at Joe, who nodded. She said, “I think Joe needs to get cleaned up. You and me will head to bed, and Joe can join us once he’s ready.” She leaned over and kissed Joe, carefully watching Mason’s reaction out of the corner of her eye.
The fact that his cock stiffened again gave her hope that he truly wasn’t upset. Then Mason scooped her up in his arms and carried her to her bedroom, where he laid her on her bed. Slowly peeling the towel away from her, his eyes swept her body.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, sounding sober now.
She hesitantly smiled. “You don’t think less of me?” she asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
He solemnly shook his head. “Never.” With his lips, he traced a line from her mouth, down her chin, pausing in the hollow of her neck before traveling down her chests, to the gentle valley between her breasts.
She plunged her fingers into his hair, wanting his mouth to latch on to her nipples, her clit, anything to ease the ache already building within her again.
He continued lower, his tongue slowly circling her navel before teasingly moving south. He settled between her legs as his hands parted her mound of short curls. “I will never think less of you for loving us, Katie,” he whispered, his breath blowing across her clit and sending shivers through her body.
As his hot mouth descended upon her clit, she arched her back and let out a soft cry of pleasure. This was real. This was happening.
This was even better than all her weeks of dreams put together.
He slowly explored her, his tongue laving up and down her folds, lapping up the juices now freely flowing from her body. His tongue slipped inside her wet cunt, fucking her with his tongue and doing things to her she never dreamed possible. Then he replaced his tongue with two fingers, slowly fucking her with them. His tongue flicked at her clit, driving her up and over the peak and making her explode with a gushing orgasm that made her cry out and sob with relief.
But he didn’t stop. He hooked one hand around her thigh when she tried to ease away from him, resisting her efforts to push his head away when she thought the sensation was too much for her to take. Instead, he latched on to her swollen nub and sucked on it, forcing her to lay there and orgasm again and again until finally, she begged him to stop. When he did, she collapsed into a limp mound of boneless flesh on the bed, too spent to move.
He sat up, a playful smile on his face. “How did that feel?”
The look on his face made her laugh. “I never knew someone could be killed from pleasure, but I think you almost managed it.”
He moved up the bed to lie next to her, taking her into his arms and holding her close. “Good. Because the two of us are going to keep you so tired you won’t ever even think about wanting to leave us.”
She stared into his eyes. “Do you mean it?” she whispered.
He laughed. “I certainly do. You ready for another demonstration?”
“Not that.” She swallowed, trying to steel her nerves to say it. “Are you two really going to be okay sharing me?”
His face grew serious. He kissed her again, slowly, tenderly, taking his time. “I love Joe. Not like that,” he quickly added. “But if there
Joe’s soft laughter drew her attention. She looked up to see him standing there, shirtless. “That’s one way to get the mud off,” he teased.
“It’s a fun way,” Mason muttered from beneath her.
Katie sat up and finished ladling water over her head and Mason’s until she was satisfied they were clean. Joe pulled the plug on the drainpipe that led off the porch as Mason stood and held out a hand to Katie to help her from the tub. She wrapped a towel around herself and noticed Mason didn’t bother covering up.
“What now?” Mason cautiously asked.
She glanced at Joe, who nodded. She said, “I think Joe needs to get cleaned up. You and me will head to bed, and Joe can join us once he’s ready.” She leaned over and kissed Joe, carefully watching Mason’s reaction out of the corner of her eye.
The fact that his cock stiffened again gave her hope that he truly wasn’t upset. Then Mason scooped her up in his arms and carried her to her bedroom, where he laid her on her bed. Slowly peeling the towel away from her, his eyes swept her body.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, sounding sober now.
She hesitantly smiled. “You don’t think less of me?” she asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
He solemnly shook his head. “Never.” With his lips, he traced a line from her mouth, down her chin, pausing in the hollow of her neck before traveling down her chests, to the gentle valley between her breasts.
She plunged her fingers into his hair, wanting his mouth to latch on to her nipples, her clit, anything to ease the ache already building within her again.
He continued lower, his tongue slowly circling her navel before teasingly moving south. He settled between her legs as his hands parted her mound of short curls. “I will never think less of you for loving us, Katie,” he whispered, his breath blowing across her clit and sending shivers through her body.
As his hot mouth descended upon her clit, she arched her back and let out a soft cry of pleasure. This was real. This was happening.
This was even better than all her weeks of dreams put together.
He slowly explored her, his tongue laving up and down her folds, lapping up the juices now freely flowing from her body. His tongue slipped inside her wet cunt, fucking her with his tongue and doing things to her she never dreamed possible. Then he replaced his tongue with two fingers, slowly fucking her with them. His tongue flicked at her clit, driving her up and over the peak and making her explode with a gushing orgasm that made her cry out and sob with relief.
But he didn’t stop. He hooked one hand around her thigh when she tried to ease away from him, resisting her efforts to push his head away when she thought the sensation was too much for her to take. Instead, he latched on to her swollen nub and sucked on it, forcing her to lay there and orgasm again and again until finally, she begged him to stop. When he did, she collapsed into a limp mound of boneless flesh on the bed, too spent to move.
He sat up, a playful smile on his face. “How did that feel?”
The look on his face made her laugh. “I never knew someone could be killed from pleasure, but I think you almost managed it.”
He moved up the bed to lie next to her, taking her into his arms and holding her close. “Good. Because the two of us are going to keep you so tired you won’t ever even think about wanting to leave us.”
She stared into his eyes. “Do you mean it?” she whispered.
He laughed. “I certainly do. You ready for another demonstration?”
“Not that.” She swallowed, trying to steel her nerves to say it. “Are you two really going to be okay sharing me?”
His face grew serious. He kissed her again, slowly, tenderly, taking his time. “I love Joe. Not like that,” he quickly added. “But if there