Reunion Makes Three [Snowedin Fantasies] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Page 3

  He pulled back, a large grin on his lips. She swayed slightly as he released her, her legs weak and her brain too mushy to function. A soft laugh echoed through the room as Dell pushed her into the plush leather armchair beside the bed.

  He cupped his hand around her jaw, directing her gaze up to him. “We want to make it good for you, sweetheart.” Dell eyes stared into hers, so hungry she shivered. “We want to make all those naughty fantasies you wrote us true. What do you want to see first? Marcos blowing me? Me fucking Marcos?”

  “Yes,” she released on a breath.

  From across the room, Marcos laughed, and heat filled her cheeks. But Dell only continued to stare at her, his lips curled in a decadent smile. “Your wish is our command.”

  He dropped his head, placing a chaste kiss on her lips that didn’t last anywhere near long enough, before pulling up to stand at his full height. He looked over at Marcos and winked at him, the quick flick of his eye enough to have the man smiling with anticipation. Without thought, her eyes dipped to Marcos’s crotch where his erection already tented the front of his pants. Judging from the bulge against his fly, she wouldn’t be disappointed when those slacks were removed.

  Dell wrapped his arm around Marcos and whispered in his ear. The Italian man nodded to his partner. A pang of longing stabbed deep in her chest. A desire to be connected to someone that closely swept through her system. She’d had that with Dell once, or at least thought they had, but not since. She certainly hadn’t experienced that with Paul. He didn’t know what she wanted any more than he knew what the couch wanted.

  Then Marcos’s mouth descended on Dell’s, and all thoughts of love and longing vanished, replaced by white-hot need.

  Moving restlessly across the leather seat, she watched as their mouths came together, lips parting, tongues sliding against each other. Marcos wrapped his arms around Dell’s neck, tunneling his fingers into sandy-blond hair. Dell squeezed Marcos’s ass in a tight hold that had Marcos moaning and Beth panting.

  Marcos slipped his hand beneath Dell’s shirt, pulling away to peel the navy polo over his head and toss it aside. Dell’s fingers used the time to unfasten the row of small white buttons down the center of Marcos’s shirt, sliding the white fabric off his broad chest.

  Dell placed his hand in the middle of that olive-toned chest, pushing him down to the mattress. He toed off his shoes, and removed his socks and khakis, staring hungrily at his partner. Beth took a deep breath as he slid his boxers down his legs, revealing a long, thick cock, crimson with need. She already knew how good that cock would feel pounding deep into her, but she couldn’t remember spending much time looking at it in their high school days. They’d been more concerned with the act than taking the time to enjoy each other’s bodies. Now she could appreciate how beautiful and rare such a dick was.

  She glanced up to find Marcos watching her, the same appreciation written across his face. Heat filled her cheeks.

  “Like what you see, sweetheart?” Dell smiled at her. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Luckily, Dell didn’t wait for her response to continue. “It gets better.”

  He slipped his hands around Marcos’s waist, releasing the fly and easing his pants down. Marcos lifted his ass in the air, aiding their path and offering Dell more space to touch. Dropping to the ground, Dell slipped off Marcos’s shoes and socks. It took everything in her to breathe as Dell pulled the silk boxers from Marcos lean hips, revealing another gorgeous cock.

  Marcos’s dick was darker than Dell’s, with an olive tone like the rest of his skin, and a purple pulsing head. He was thicker than Dell and almost the same length. Her mouth watered at the sight of yet another amazing cock, ready and willing to fill her all night long.

  Dell fell down on him, their mouths meeting in a fiery kiss. Arms and legs wrapped around each other, their bodies a perfect contrast of tanned bronze and olive beauty. Their naked cocks rubbed against each other, moisture dotting the tips. Beth had never seen a more glorious sight, until Dell rolled over and commanded, “You know where I want you, baby.”

  Marcos nodded, the widest grin she’d ever seen gracing his face. He dropped to his knees, spreading Dell’s thighs. His head dipped, and he took Dell’s cock into his mouth.

  In unison, they all moaned. Marcos around his lover’s cock, Beth holding the arms of her chair so hard she thought she’d rip the leather apart. Dell threw his head back, one arm bracing on the bed. The other held Marcos’s head, directing his movements with practiced efficiency.

  For a while she thought they might have forgotten her, too absorbed in their own world to remember their observer only feet away, unable to breath. But after a minute, sky-blue eyes met her gaze and filled her with a new heat. He smiled at her, enjoying her pleasure at watching them.

  Beth gripped the butter leather tighter, not caring if she punctured the fabric. She pressed her thighs together, hoping to stop the ache between them. Voyeurism had its pleasure, but she need to participate—now.

  As if sensing her desperation, Dell extended his arm to her. “Come here, sweetheart.” She rose, drawn like a magnet, and slipped into the bed next to him. At his ankles, Marcos smiled, Dell’s dick still between his lips.

  Dell wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her flush against him. Her breasts pressed into all that hard muscle. His hand tangled in her curls, pulling her mouth down to his in a deep heated kiss. His tongue thrust into her mouth, sliding along with her own eager touch.

  She ran her hand down his chest, loving the feel of hard, defined body. She skimmed his stomach, fascinated by the way the muscles shivered beneath her touch, though it was probably more due to what Marcos was doing to him than her.

  Dell pulled back, groaning into her hair, as her fingers toyed with the trail of fur above his pubic bone. “I want to do the same to you,” he whispered against her ear. His hot breath along her throat, combined with his request, set her hair on end in the best way possible.

  She nodded. Who could argue with a request like that? Certainly not her.

  “I want to taste you so bad.” His hand slipped down her back to cover her ass. His touch pushed her toward his body, encouraging her to straddle his stomach, spreading her thighs wide. Her pussy and clit rode along his abs, the ridges and bumps vibrating along every nerve.

  “I want to eat that pussy, just like Marcos is eating me.” He extended his tongue, lashing a beaded nipple dancing before him as she perched above him and then sucking it in deep. She moaned, leaning into his touch, thrusting her breast toward his mouth. Instead of continuing the sweet suction, he pushed her further up his body, until her pussy dangled before his mouth.

  He gave her one long experimental lick along the crotch of her underwear and moaned as if she were the most delicious dessert he’d ever tasted. He laughed as a protesting grunt answered from behind her.

  “Turn around, sweetheart. Marcos wants to see you, too.” He gripped her tight around the hips, flipping her around so she straddled him backward, staring down at the man kneeling on the floor. His dark eyes gazed up at her with more interest than a bug in a jar. Heating her body, his stare made her uncomfortable and needy at the same time. He held Dell’s cock tight in his hand. She watched his fingers moving along the shaft with fascination.

  “A woman in pleasure is one of the most beautiful sights on earth,” Dell continued, massaging her thighs and ass cheeks. Her muscles jumped and her pussy clenched beneath his intoxicating touch.

  “We’d hate for Marcos to miss the full show.” He pushed aside her thong. Using his fingers, Dell spread her pussy lips wide and blew a warm breath across her slippery flesh.

  “Yes.” She threw her head back, leaning into Dell. Her eyes never shifted from the erotic sight of Dell’s dick thrusting in and out of Marcos’s mouth, hard and wet.

  “You’re completely soaking, sweetheart.” Dell’s words belted against her skin. A moan sounded from the area of his ankles.

  Dell’s tongue extended, tr
acing her slit with a slow, deliberate brush, teasing her opening and clit until her inner thigh muscles quivered. She groaned, his torturing touch too much. She reached down, twisting his right nipple to speed him on.

  “We’ve got quite an impatient donna on our hands.” Marcos laughed, holding Dell’s cock upright while he massaged the sac beneath.

  “Always has been. She used to jump me the second we got alone.”

  Beth twisted his nipples harder, a smile forming on her lips. Normally she’d hate to have such an intimate secret revealed, but telling Marcos didn’t feel like such an invasion. Maybe because of how much she’d already revealed to him, admitting to him her true fantasy, or maybe it was because she was looking down at him completely naked. “You didn’t give me much choice when you talked about tackling Clive Parker.”

  Marcos laughed, dropping Dell’s dick from his lips. “Who is this Clive Parker? Should I be jealous?”

  “Never, my love.”

  Dell sucked her clit into his mouth, scoring the peak with his teeth, in his own form of retaliation. She squealed and gripped Dell’s chest harder, her fingers clutching around his tight muscles. If that was the response to her teasing, she planned to do a whole lot more.

  “Maybe I wouldn’t be jealous if I got a taste of the beauty.”

  Beth looked up to meet Marcos’s gaze. The dark intensity in his eyes made her shiver.

  “You’ll get your chance…later,” Dell whispered, making her pussy clench. A small muffled moan escaped her throat. The idea of having two men between her legs, licking her to oblivion, in one night, set her heart racing.

  As if sensing her need, they smiled at each other. Her torture was far from over. “Is she sweet?” Marcos’s eyes watched her like an alcoholic at a wine bar.

  “Like cherry candy.” Dell laughed and licked the length of her slit, pushing his tongue deeper.

  Her hips arched up to meet Dell’s mouth until she rode his face, more desperate than she’d ever been in her life for an orgasm. Every muscle in her body convulsed, poised on the edge of release.

  “You know I love cherry candy.” Marcos seductive whisper caressed her ankles, tingling across her skin, followed by the slurp of him sucking Dell deep to the back of his throat.

  Her breasts tightened, and her clit throbbed painfully. There was something about two men discussing her, praising her as she spread her legs for them, that had her burning up. Looking down at Marcos’s eyes while he sucked Dell and Dell fucked her with his tongue had her hotter than she’d ever been before.

  “I want a taste,” Marcos demanded, his eyes boring into hers. Dark, intense, overpowering.

  “Next time.” Dell chuckled as he licked her again, sucking her clit deep into his mouth.

  Her pussy convulsed. Next time? He had a plan for next time. The thought made her dizzy in a fantastic way.

  She grabbed Dell’s chest, holding on for support as the wave of pleasure overrode her. She screamed, shivering and shaking through each round, unaware of anything else around her. She couldn’t find the will to care if she hurt Dell with her grip or gave a great show to the entire hotel. All that mattered was Dell’s tongue thrusting into her body, swirling around her clit, and fucking her to the edge of sanity, until she collapsed beneath the weight of it all, falling down to Dell’s chest.

  “Molto bella.” Marcos’s words floated through the air, penetrating her foggy, pleasure-soaked mind.

  Beth picked her head up, meeting Marcos’s intense eyes. He still knelt between Dell’s legs, but he no longer held Dell’s cock in his mouth. He must have become preoccupied before he could finish the job, evident in the still-hard dick sliding through his slowly pumping fist.

  “Dear god.” Dell’s words were filled with admiration. She twisted, looking down into a pair of the softest blue eyes she’d ever seen, and a sinful mouth, still glazed with her passion. “That was amazing.”

  “Gorgeous, bella.”

  The praise tightened her chest further and made her stomach flutter. Dell lifted her up and deposited her to his side. He rolled toward her, wrapping his arms around her. Marcos rose from the floor and curled around her other side. Dell rubbed her back as Marcos massaged her legs, helping to settle her excited nerves.

  But with each increasing second, it became harder to ignore the hard cocks pressed into her. A warm heat coiled in her stomach, and her pussy throbbed with need. Need for both these men. For the completion of the fantasy she’d held over ten years.

  Without a thought, she lifted her hips, rubbing against Dell’s groin. He groaned, rolling away from her and easing off the bed. He looked down at her naked body with a deep, assessing gaze. The corner of his lips turned up in an evil smile.

  “Now, sweetheart”—Dell gripped her hips and rolled her across the bedspread—“it’s my turn.”

  * * * *

  Dell pulled her down the bed to the edge. Her flesh felt so soft and warm in his hands, flushed from the orgasm he’d already given her, and he planned to give her a lot more. He couldn’t remember if she’d always looked that damn gorgeous when she came, but a man would have to be insane not to want to see that again. The flush enveloping her, her sweet nipples beading tight, her body quivering against his, he couldn’t imagine a more arousing sight.

  Pressing his body against hers, Dell groaned at the feel of all that sweetness. Gripping the elastic around her waist, he pulled the lace from between her legs, tossing it over his shoulder. He smiled while he undressed her. If he had anything to say about it, she wouldn’t be using them for a long time to come. Petting her gently, his fingers slipped through her wet slit and slid inside. She sighed beneath his attentions, sending all his blood rushing straight for his dick.

  How he’d ever let her go, he suddenly couldn’t remember. Her sweet cherry smell, combined with the erotic aroma of her wet pussy, filled his nose. Having her back in his arms, it didn’t feel like a possibility. He ignored the fact that he’d have to do the same again tonight. He’d worry about that later.

  The bed dipped as Marcos settled onto the mattress next to their girl, sprawling across the wide bed in all his naked glory. Marcos’s dark eyes assessed her from head to toe with a hunger that had previously only been reserved for him.

  Dell stared at his muscular legs, ripped abs, and long, thick cock, and his mouth watered. Marcos always looked amazing, naked or fully clothed, but Dell had to admit, he much preferred him naked.

  Dell leaned over, placing his lips against her ear. She shivered against him, setting a fiery heat through his blood.

  “Now I’m going to fuck you while you suck on Marcos’s cock. I want you to show him how good that mouth of yours feels.” Dell smoothed his hand along her jaw, down her neck, and across her spine, directing her toward his boyfriend. “Just as good as I remember.”

  And he remembered all too well. She’d always been amazing with that wicked mouth. Witty and wild, she could suck a man to his death and he’d go with a smile. Even in high school, when the act was still new to both of them, she’d never been scared or inhibited when it came to sucking dick. She’d been a very quick study, learning all the tricks of the trade much faster than he had.

  Marcos shifted up the bed, angling his cock toward her mouth. Dell tightened his hands on her body, keeping her pinned beneath him—exactly where he wanted her—and heard her moan beneath his grip. Dell smiled. It’d had been a while since he’d been with a woman. It was nice to know he still had the moves.

  But he was only smug for a second before she turned the tables on him. She extended her tongue, licking the slippery tip of Marcos’s cock. He locked his knees to keep them from collapsing beneath him, the vision so extremely erotic his body was having trouble functioning. Marcos moaned, pushing toward her, until the entire head was driven into her mouth as Dell fought for breath.

  “That’s it, baby,” Dell coached, his hands roaming her ribs down to her hips, needing to touch her more than life itself. “Show us how amazing that
mouth of yours is.”

  Dell’s fingers tightened harder around her hips as he watched Beth suck down Marcos’s dick. He pressed his groin against her, slowly thrusting against the soft swells of her ass, shoving her closer by increments toward Marcos. She moaned, thrusting her hips back against him, meeting his strokes, and pulling a groan from his lips.

  “Dios mio,” Marcos whispered, staring up toward Dell with a huge smile on his face. “That’s better than you said.”

  Beth laughed. “I’ve learned a few tricks since high school.”

  “Really?” At the simple idea, Dell’s mind clouded as he tried to dream up what tricks she might have learned. Just the thought had him fighting for breath and his knees shaking. And judging from the smile covering her lips, that was exactly what she’d intended. Two can play at that game. “Well, so have I.”

  Dell eased back, staring down at the gorgeous sight of her spread before him, ass pushed out so he could see and explore every enticing crevice of her body. He’d never seen such a gorgeous pussy, pink and wet, engorged and ready. Just the sight had his mouth watering to taste her all over again.

  Pushing his knees between her legs, he spread her wider, opening her to his exploration. He thrust two fingers deep inside her, and she gasped, a shiver racing across her whole body. He twisted his fingers, experimenting with which spot made her thigh muscle quiver and her breath increase. She moaned, the sound muffled by the dick in her mouth. Her tight cunt pulsed around him, pulling his fingers in deeper still and zapping all the strength from his legs. If he hadn’t been leaning against the bed for support, he probably would have ended up flat on his ass on the ground.

  “Is she wet, mio sole?”

  “Sopping.” Dell thrust his fingers a little deeper to prove his point, though no one argued with him.

  “Then you better fuck her now, mio sole. If you don’t get started soon, I’ll come before you’re even inside her.”

  “We can’t have that, can we?” he whispered in her ear before pulling out of her tight pussy and stepping back, giving Marcos a moment with her while he moved to the nightstand to collect a condom.