Penn, Jenny - Chasing Lacie [Sea Island Wolves 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

Lacie made it less than five feet before a hard grip latched on to her wrist. Chance tried to drag her back to the surface, but Lacie rolled and twirled, snapping free of his hold and escaping the second hand that came to capture her.

For the next ten minutes they warred silently as she tried to make it to the edge and they successfully kept her locked in the pond. Chance and Davis didn’t make any bones about how much they enjoyed playing with her, egging her on with all sorts of taunts every time she popped up for air.

They could have ended the game whenever they wanted, but instead, they used it to take every advantage to put their hands all over her body. Lacie would never have given them the satisfaction of admitting it, but she enjoyed playing with them. It kindled some magical warmth that filled her with a strange cheeriness.

She could have giggled, and Lacie never giggled. Worse, she could have moaned under the sizzling nervousness that sparkled through her, leaving a wicked trail of anticipation in its path. As the moments ticked by, the men became even more aggressive.

Their touch roughening, their fingers lingered over her body, making Lacie’s breaths start to catch in little gasps as anticipation started to wind through her. She hesitated, trying to get caught and not working so hard to get to the edge, wishing they’d take things a little more seriously.

That’s just what Chance did. Latching on to her waist, he dragged her deep into the pond’s murky depths. Then he shot straight up, his fingers releasing her but not Lacie’s shirt. The world whirled around her in a chaotic swirl of water and fabric. For a moment, she found herself trapped by her clothing as the tight collar caught around her neck.

Survival instincts had her jerking hard enough to pop the buttons free, letting Chance rip the shirt from her body. Once released, Lacie shot in the opposite direction, putting as much distance between them as her lungs could bear. When the need for air finally forced her up, it was to find Chance floating a few feet away with her shirt in his hands and a smug smirk pulling on his lips.

“Sorry, baby.” Chance flipped the shirt toward the shore. “I think I accidently ripped your shirt.”

Lacie didn’t get a chance to respond. Mouth open with a comeback at the ready, she almost ended up swallowing the pond a second time when a hard fist lassoed her ankle and pulled her back under the rippling surface. Davis’s hands were every bit as quick.

By the time she broke free, Lacie was completely topless. Shoving the wet hair out of her eyes as she surfaced, Lacie quickly scanned for Chance.

He’d disappeared, and panic set in as her bra floated past. She didn’t have time to go for it but swam for the pond’s edge. Even as she heard Davis break the surface, she dove out of sight. The only hope she had was that they couldn’t find her, but these wolves appeared to be part fish.

Or maybe a little bit of the Loch Ness monster, Lacie corrected as a massive chest rose up beneath her. Twining his arms around her waist as he rose, Chance pressed her breast into his waiting kiss, sending bolts of molten pleasure rocking down toward her cunt as his lips closed over her nipple.

Oxygen deprived, her lungs expelled what little air she had left under the sudden shock. They broke the surface as her lips parted on a scream. The sudden sound cracked through the silent afternoon, a bold testament to the relentless assault Chance waged against her tit. Held captive by his teeth, her little bud was helpless against the velvety tease of Chance’s swirling tongue.

Suspended by his strength, her body melted under the sweetened sap of ecstasy as it began to roll down her spine. It paralyzed reason even as it ignited primitive urges that had her wrapping her legs around Chance’s waist and grinding her aching mound against the hard ridges of his abdomen. Her sodden slacks caught between them rippled over her clit, sending a shower of sparkling pleasure that blossomed into an ache as it echoed through her womb.

Too many clothes…
She arched back hard as she desperately tried to intensify the sensation. The cool air at her back was replaced by the heated satin of skin stretched tight over hard muscles. Davis pressed into her from behind, his hand covering the swollen globe of her untended breast.

“Oh, God,” Lacie moaned at the extraordinary sensation of being trapped between two men, their hands and mouths feasting on her vulnerable body.

Davis bit down on the sensitive stretch of skin between her neck and shoulders, making her moan anew as her head rolled to the side, exposing more of her flesh for him to taste. He took immediate advantage, nibbling right up neck to cross her jaw. One hard hand in her hair forced her head to turn to meet his kiss.

Lacie didn’t dare resist the aggressive invasion of his tongue. Just as his finger rolled and pulled her nipple, Davis shocked her with his rough, demanding passion. The pleasure overwhelmed her as he stroked his tongue across hers and began to conquer every sweet recess of her mouth.

Over and over again he toyed, lashed, and stroked as he claimed dominance over her. Lacie whimpered, excited by his mercilessness. Reveling in her vulnerability, she turned as much as Chance’s hold would allow so that she could wrap her arms around Davis’s head and hold him trapped against her lips.

Davis growled and nipped at her bottom lip in response as his right hand slid straight down her side to curve over her hip. She could feel his impatience as he struggled with the tight spot and the reluctant buttons of her slacks. His incompetence made her growl, and this time she bit down on the tender flesh of his lip.

Davis responded instantly, tearing her slacks right from her body. Then those magnificently thick, callused fingers were threading right through the lips of her pussy to conquer the tender bud hidden at the top.

Lacie wrenched her mouth free as she screamed out under the lightning bolt of rapture that shot straight out of her groin to scorch over every nerve ending in her spine. Davis did it again. Pressing down and rolling her clit, he lit her up as her whole body jerked under the impact. She could feel the heated cream seeping from her body as she began to ache under a need so intense her body trembled under the impact.

She didn’t even notice Chance’s mouth dancing down her stomach as Davis pulled her slowly backward. Only when Davis’s hand lifted did her eyes pop open in startled distress. Instinctively, her body curled to turn and face the source of her sudden disappointment, but Chance’s hands clamped down on her naked thighs.

The heated feel of his flesh on hers had her eyes darting right down the length of her body, now stretched out in a float with Chance lodged right between her legs. Their gazes locked, and she could see the wicked smugness glinting in his eyes. Echoed by the lecherous curve of his lips, there could be no doubt of his intent.

Her heart began to pound as his hands shifted, drawing her focus to them as they slid slowly up toward her mound. Blunt, rough fingers curled around the swollen folds of her cunt and parted them. Lacie went perfectly still as she stared in excited fascination as Chance’s tongue snaked out and slowly lowered down.

At the first velvety glide over her oversensitive clit, Lacie jerked, and a squeal popped out of her. For one second she luxuriated in the most forbidden sensation she’d ever experienced. Then his lips closed over her little bud, and her world whipped out of control. With nips, licks, and sucks, he drove her right out of her mind.

Writhing under the tension building to explosive levels inside her, she thrashed in the water, held only in place by Davis’s commanding hands on her breasts. He tormented her with his touch, driving her even further into the primitive storm of lust breaking over her.

A second of panic struck at she felt the pressure of her climax building to uncharted heights. She cried out with her fear, “Please. I can’t.”

“You can,” Davis growled right against her ear before taking a sharp nibble of the tender skin behind it. She bucked under the tiny assault. Every sensation was magnified a hundredfold by the molten molasses of ecstasy boiling through her blood.

“Just give in to the moment,” Davis ordered, but she couldn’t.

“I need…”

“This.” Chance’s mouth lifted with that response as her whole body whooshed forward, downward right onto the thick, swollen cock waiting beneath the surface of the water. With one single rush he impaled his full length deeper than she’d ever taken a man. Chance was thicker, too, his swollen cock making the walls of her pussy burn slightly.

He felt so good. Lacie went limp, soaking up the amazing sensation of having a man like Chance buried deep inside her. For a moment the aching need that had been pushing her hard into ecstasy’s vortex abated, and she floated through the eye of the storm feeling filled with a warmth that went beyond the physical.

Then the cowboy shifted, and her eyes bulged back open as her entire sheath ignited with a frenzy of pulses. Lacie panted out guttural groans as he repeated the sensation over and over again until he’d backed himself up against the rocky wall of the pond’s edge.

Before he’d even settled himself comfortably, her fingers clawed into the earthen ledge. Gripping the ground tight enough to make her knuckles go white, Lacie levered her thighs up just so she could sink back down on Chance’s delicious dick. Gasping with the mini-pops of rapture, she repeated the movement again and again as Chance grunted and settled back.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” he growled low and sexy through his grin. “Ride me. God, but this is hotter than any fantasy I’ve ever dreamed.”

“And it isn’t even boiling yet,” Davis threatened as his hard heat filled in behind her. Minded like her, he took what he wanted. Gripping her hips in a harsh hold, he lifted her clean off Chance’s cock. Before she could issue a complaint, he forced her back to flex as she slid right down on his.

A little shorter and a bit thicker, that could be said both about Davis’s body as well as his dick in comparison to his partner’s. He made her pussy pant with need and her lips mew with pleasure as he began to fuck her with a steady, even pace. With every sensuous glide in, he gave her a little bump at the end, teasing her with a taste of things to come.

She couldn’t take the torment as her pussy began to convulse in demanding ripples that mismatched the tempo of his smooth screwing. Her vision glazed with lust as she looked out into the cool, amused glance of Chance.

He was smiling, relaxed back against the wall and enjoying the show. Just knowing the wanton image she must make split wide over his partner’s thighs while he rode her from behind made that wickedly delicious thrill trickle through her stomach. He must have seen it in her gaze because Chance reached out

For a moment she thought he might show her mercy and release her from the painful clench of need Davis had trapped her in. She moaned out a denial as instead his hands lifted to her hair. As if distracted by Chance’s hands, Davis’s loving slowed even further until it became barely more than a sway as Chance slowly worked all the pins remaining in her bun free.

He threaded his fingers through her long locks as he pulled them down over her shoulders. The silky tresses fanned over the water, some wayward strands curling around the damp sides of her breasts. Chance followed their erotic wanderings, letting his fingers cup her breasts, lifting them until the water lapped over her nipples in a gentle caress.

Chance smiled as he stared down at the rosy buds. “Now that’s a sight I’d like to enjoy, but I’m afraid I can’t wait any longer.”

With that, his hands slid right down her sides to grip her waist and showed her just what he meant. As he slid her along his partner’s cock, his head dipped. He nibbled down on her tit at the same time he slammed her back into Davis.

Lacie screamed at the sudden assault, but Chance showed her no mercy. Proving he could be just as rough as Davis, he forced her to fuck his partner with a hard, pounding pace as he drove her straight toward Utopia’s horizon. She could feel the fingerlings of golden ecstasy dripping down over her as every muscle in her body tensed in anticipation of an atomic explosion.

Just like that, the bastard snatched it out of her reach by yanking her free of the cock that been branding rapture right through her body. Lacie’s breath sucked in with a painful rush as she fought to crest the hill alone. She almost made it when Chance surged deep into her pussy, settling her back against his lap.

He leashed her passion with a strong hold on her hips, making her snarl and buck in an attempt to take her pleasure on his cock with or without his consent. The chuckle that rumbled through his chest, vibrating straight through her breast, made her take a sharp bite of his shoulder in retaliation.

He bit her back and then growled darkly in her ear. “Settle down, baby. We’re about to show you the moon and the stars.”

She didn’t have to wonder what that meant. His hands dipping over the cheeks of her ass to pull them apart said it all. Lacie froze, incoherent with desire but seized with a sudden panic. She had only ever done that once, and she hadn’t liked it.

Davis didn’t ask her permission. She wouldn’t have been able to answer if he had. Lacie’s voice suspended as she felt the bulbous head of his cock pressing into the tight entrance of her ass. He must have sensed her fear, though, because he actually tried to be gentle with her as he nuzzled her neck.

“Relax, honey. I promise you’re going to feel real good in a moment.”

Good didn’t come close to describing what Lacie felt right then. All she could feel was burning pressure as the flared tip of his dick pushed through the clenched ring of muscles.