Penn, Jenny - Chasing Lacie [Sea Island Wolves 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (21 page)

“Say it.”

“Please, Chance.” Lacie sucked in a burning breath and rushed to get the rest out. “Please fuck my puss—ahhhh!”

Her plea burst into a startled shriek as her breast suddenly swelled with intense pleasure. Stretching up onto his elbows, Davis trapped one of her nipples between his teeth and nibbled. A second later his tongue soothed the sting away, licking over her pebbled tit as he growled a harsh order into her soft flesh.

“You better not tell him to fuck that pussy,” Davis warned her, taking another nip at the underside of her flushed globe. “It belongs to me. Isn’t that right, honey?”

“Oh, God.” Lacie panted, lost in the relentless waves of ecstasy starting to wash through her.

“What was that?” Davis asked, scraping his teeth over her other nipple and sparking an instant answer from Lacie.

“Yes,” she cried out, her heart racing as her body tensed for Davis’s next teasing bite. “Yours. Your pussy.”

She’d have said anything, promised anything, and even begged for whatever they demanded as long as they didn’t stop. With everything insider her whirling to a head, she bowed under the pressure, her muscles tensing in anticipation of the release beginning to rush through her.

The motion fed her breast deeper into Davis’s mouth. She’d have smothered him with her tits if he hadn’t fallen back. Taking her with him, Davis arched her into the perfect position, allowing him to continue devouring her tender nipples, his hand buried between her legs while Chance fucked her so fast her G-spot remained under constant friction. Giving herself over to her mates, Lacie let the pleasure consume her.

“My pussy,” Davis murmured into her breast.

“Yours,” Lacie whispered back, repeating his words without thought.

“My pussy. His ass.”

“His ass,” Lacie moaned her agreement, more focused on the tension building to painful heights inside her cunt.

“Then beg me to fuck this ass,” Chance snarled, his balls slapping hard against her splayed pussy lips.

“Please, Chance.” Lacie pumped her hips back, trying to force his rhythm into a more frantic pace, but Chance’s grip on her hips kept her moving just as he wanted. “Fuck me.”

Chance growled, bringing all motion to a stop and making her cry out. “Fuck my ass. Say it, Lacie.”

“Please, yes,” Lacie gasped, trying to arch free of his hold and grind herself back against the cock keeping her cunt stretched wide and spasming on the edge of release. “Fuck me.
Please fuck my ass
.”

The words babbled out of her as she blindly searched for the right answer. He rewarded her the instant she found them, shredding the rest of pleas into a scream as he ripped free of her pussy. Shoving her hips down, he plunged the full length of his hardened dick back into her, this time stretching her ass wide over his thickness.

Just like that, the sudden invasion snapped the reigns of her climax, making Lacie buck and cry out as the sharp explosion of rapture racked her body. As the ecstatic tides rolled back, the lust boiling in her blood didn’t simmer down into any kind of peaceful bliss, but seethed under the pressure filling her ass.

Lacie felt so full she feared a deep breath would make her burst. Thankfully, Chance had held still after that first penetrating thrust, giving her some time for the overwhelming sensation to settle. Davis, though, was not so charitable.

Dragging his thick cock through her swollen folds, he ground his hard length over her clit, making Lacie whimper and shift as her cunt creamed in need. The small tremors echoed into her ass, making it tighten and clench around Chance’s enormous erection. It felt too big, setting her ass on fire and making her pussy burn with the need to feel Davis’s teasing dick finally dip into her sheath and force the pressure even higher.

“Please, Davis.” Lacie shifted instinctively toward his cock, making Chance grind deeper into her, making her mew as she forgot the rest of what she’d intended to beg for.

Davis hadn’t, and his rough growl assured her he wouldn’t be forgetting his demands. “Whose pussy is it?”

Lacie groaned over his determination. The man might appear more relaxed than Chance, but Davis was no less dangerous. Lacie knew better than to tempt him right then. What came next would be devastating, but it could be worse. Davis could pull out the clamps and then whip her cunt while Chance rode her ass.

Even as the thought hit, her muscles clenched in hungry expectation. The motion made her ass jiggle around Chance’s cock but left her pussy aching with nothing hard to clamp down on. She’d remember to antagonize them into that fantasy later.

Right then, Davis reminded her that he still waited for an answer with a roll of his cock through her creaming cunt. The rough grind of his heat over her oversensitized clit had Lacie gasping, fighting for the breath to even form words.

“Yours,” she finally managed to pop out on a gasp. “Your pussy. Now fuck it.”

Davis didn’t have to be told twice. Answering her command, he flexed his hips, drawing his wide head down to the tight entrance of her pussy. Then with a single, powerful thrust, he impaled himself deep inside her cunt. Spasms of pleasure rippled up her sheath walls and vibrated into her already tense ass.

Lacie moaned, twisting between her mates as the pressure began to consume her. Every breath, every flex, every second the pleasure pounded harder through her, becoming an insistent, driving need that demanded more fuel.

“Please,” Lacie cried out when both men remained still.

“All you have to do is beg, baby.”

“Then just tell me what to say.”

“I think that was it, honey,” Davis answered her.

Before Lacie could respond to that, Chance shifted, dragging his rigid length down her tight channel, made smaller by Davis’s thick erection packing her pussy full. As the thick head of Chance’s cock forced the tight ring of muscles guarding her entrance wider, Lacie whimpered, eager to feel his hard dick pound back into her.

Then he was thrusting forward as Davis withdrew his oversized cock. The contrast had Lacie writing, uncertain which way to flex as the pleasure assailed her in both directions. Back and forth, steady as the tide, they pumped her in alternating strokes that kept the rapture flooding through her in frenzied waves, too chaotic for her to ride to release.

“
Oh, yes
!” Lacie cried, strung out on the blissful delight of being ridden by both her mates but needing something more. “Together, give it to me. Together.”

Lacie screamed as her body splintered into a million tiny fireballs as Chance and Davis gave in to her command, fucking her in unison with hard, brutal strokes. The small shards of piercing flames collapsed into each other, growing into a bonfire of delight as her body began to tense, anticipating the second, more powerful explosion to come.

They all began to pick up speed, Davis’s thrusts becoming faster, more demanding as he fucked into her clenching cunt. Chance matched his savagery, his hand coming up to play with her breasts, rolling, pinching, and pulling her nipples until Lacie bucked wildly under the pleasure of their administrations.

Everything blurred. She could no longer distinguish one sensation from another until her whole world exploded. Lacie screamed as the furious spasms ripped through her taut body. Pleasure crashed over her in mind-numbing waves, taking her so far out of her body that her world crumpled.

She was vaguely aware of her mates’ shouts of fulfillment deepening her screams of release as they both shot hot jets of semen into her. Lost in a world defined only by searing ecstasy, she collapsed into sobs. Her two lovers joined her in the bliss of ecstasy a moment later, and Lacie felt herself being flooded with the proof of their releases.

Collapsing in a sweaty heap, Lacie lost track of time once again. Feeling as lifeless as a plastic doll and definitely not stronger than one, she didn’t even have the strength to sigh. Neither did she have the room.

With Chance’s weight crushing her into Davis’s unforgiving hardness, Lacie barely had space to gasp for the breath she so desperately needed. If somebody didn’t move soon, she might very well expire right there.

Lacie should be so lucky to die this happy. Of course, she’d be luckier to live to see another round. As if sensing her dilemma, Chance roused above her. Lifting up, he made her groan as his cock dragged over the still shuddering walls of her ass. With a pop, he slid free.

Finally, Lacie could draw in enough air to start slowing her racing heart. Taking that sigh she’d been fighting for, Lacie let her eyes drift closed and curled deeper into Davis’s secure hold. With the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath her ear, she gave over to the peace invading her body.

That lasted a whole second before the world literally started to float away. With a startled squeak, she wrapped her hands around Chance’s neck as he pulled her free of Davis’s hold. The little squeal turned into a groan as the cock keeping her cunt warm and satisfied slipped free, leaving her aching and empty again.

“I was comfortable, you know?” She grumbled, twining her arms around Chance’s neck as he pulled her onto her back.

“You were getting ready to pass out,” Chance corrected her, using his weight to keep her pinned to the mattress. “And we haven’t even gotten started.”

Lacie stared up at him, wishing she could just give into the moment but some part of her needed him to understand.

“It doesn’t matter you know. All the punishment in the world won’t change the fact that I won’t be left behind while you two go risk your lives to keep me safe.”

That declaration wiped the satisfaction from Chance’s gaze and brought a scowl to his features. “And how about being left tied up and caged? Do you want it to come to that?”

She didn’t but would force him to those extremes if she had to. “We die together or we live together. Whatever the future holds, it holds it for us.”

“Spoken like a true mate, honey.” Davis curled into her other side, his smile wide and content. “But there isn’t going to be any dying, only living and loving.”

“You can promise me that?”

“We can,” Chance vowed. “I can promise you that by the end of two weeks our men will have caught Carver and eliminated the threat, but you have to promise to stay here with us, underground, until they do.”

“And then?” Lacie held her breath, not wanting to spend the rest of her life in captivity.

“Then?” Davis’s features scrunched up in a comical look of concentration before relaxing with a sudden revelation. “How about a honeymoon?”

Lacie laughed at his hopeful look. “So you’re going to lock me up in a hotel room on some tropical island next?”

“No need, baby. We can do it just about anywhere.”

Lacie’s grin dimmed as the sincerity of that statement sank in. “Don’t push it, Chance.”

“Okay, then how about we just go home and live happily ever after? Does that work for you, honey?”

It most certainly did. While Lacie might wish that the happily ever after didn’t have to wait, she’d stick in it with Davis and Chance as long as it took to get there.

Epil
ogue

“Are those the beads your daughter likes?”

Shelly Lynn’s head snapped up as that question washed over her. Deep and husky, it felt like a caress and matched the molten pools of chocolate she found gazing down at her. Her breath catching in the back of her throat, Shelly stared back up at him in blind wonderment.

“My daughter loves this stuff, got so many beads I’m not sure if I can find anything she doesn’t already have.”

He turned to glare at the racks of bags containing an endless selection of multicolored beads. Amazingly enough, he was just as gorgeous in profile. All the hard, purely masculine angles made him look like some Grecian god. And he was talking to her.

“Oh, man.” Even his chuckles felt like an erotic invitation. Casting an eye at her basket, he shook his head. “It looks like your girl has an even worse addiction.”

“What?” Blinking down at the bags of beads she’d been loading into her overstuffed buggy, Shelly tried to catch up on the conversation before she made herself look like a complete idiot. A part of her figured that had already started to happen.

“Your daughter,” he provided helpfully. “She’s really into the craft thing, huh?”

“Oh, no. No.” Shelly shook her head, responding instinctively to the first part of his comment. “This isn’t for my kids. I don’t have kids. I work at the youth center. Well, that’s just for the summer. I’m helping out, but I actually have a job. I’m a teacher. I teach first grade.”

And she could babble like a moron. Shelly kept telling herself to shut up, but the words stumbled out all on their own. Each one fed the spiraling sense that she really was making a complete ass out of herself.

This was exactly why Shelly didn’t date, because she’d never grown up enough to talk to an attractive man without acting like a besotted school girl. Surely the man now had to realize she’d developed a major interest in him and should be slowly backing away.

Only he didn’t. Instead he smiled, sharing a warmth that helped calm Shelly’s frazzled nerves. “Teacher, huh? I can see that.”

“It’s the hair.” That thought just popped right out of her mouth, making her blush burn hotter. It was probably a lot more than that, but he had the graciousness not to point that out.