Nichols, Tara S. - Island of Three (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Tara S. Nichols

  A slightly concerned look crossed his features, and she smiled wickedly. “You want me to stop?” she threatened.

  He shook his head.

  “Good.” She shook out his shirt and folded it into a roll. With the rolled fabric, she took his wrists and pulled them back further so they were behind the trunk of the tree and bound them there.

  She took a step back to admire her handy work. Tyler looked at her, a mixture of concern and raw lust in his eyes.

  “Nice. Very nice,” she said, approaching him again. When she was three feet away, she reached to the leafy foliage above her to which she snapped off a short branch with a few sparse leaves. Not knowing what her intentions were, Tyler’s eyes went wide.

  She winked mischievously as she held the branch out, lightly brushing the head of his protruding cock. It leaped and twitched at the touch.

  “I’m not going to hurt you, Tyler. You just need to trust me,” she said, dragging the branch softly across his thighs as she circled around him. Once she was standing in front of him again she held the branch up for him to see. Lowering it down, she dragged it across her erect nipples, gasping out loud for effect as the rough bark mingled with the light tickle of the leaves rippled over her skin.

  Impatient with theatrics, she bent suddenly at the waist, bringing her lips close to his now bulging erection. The moment her mouth made contact, he moaned. She swirled the tip of her tongue around the sensitive head, teasing him before she took all of him into her mouth. She felt his knees buckle slightly as she worked on him, at times licking him like a Popsicle and other times taking him all the way into her mouth.

  “Oh god, Adele. I want to feel you. Untie me so I can at least touch you, too,” he begged.

  “Uh uh,” she refused. “I’m going to suck you till you come Tyler. Then I’m going to swallow every last drop.” She felt his balls tighten at her words.

  “Yes,” he panted.

  “You like being out of control, don’t you, Tyler?” she asked, her voice low and seductive.

  He hesitated a moment then nodded reluctantly.

  “Sometimes I do, too, but right now…right now, I’m in control.”

  She saw the corner of his mouth curl into a smile. She wanted more from him. She wanted him grinning ear to ear. Knowing just what would do the trick, she reached for a small handful of raspberries from the pile.

  “What if I…” She held a small red berry out for him to see. She felt him tense a little, but that was all right, she was reasonably sure he was going to like it. He just needed the right stimulation.

  In one deft motion of her fingers, she crushed the berry between them, letting the juice run into her palm. Crushing another, she let the juice pool in her hand then wrapped her hand around his cock, smearing it in. She brought her lips to his cock again, kissing all along his glorious length, then licked off all of the sweet fruit.

  “It tastes so good.” She let her voice drop to a whisper.

  “It feels good, too. Don’t stop,” he pleaded.

  She had him close to the edge, and she knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

  “I’m going to blow your mind, Tyler. You haven’t felt anything yet.” Her mouth went back to his cock that was now so engorged it was dark red. She felt Tyler stiffen, his fingers gripping the tree tightly, and then a gush of hot liquid poured into her mouth. Once the flow had stopped, Adele stood looking intently into Tyler’s dazed eyes before she went in for a kiss, the taste of his release mingled with the raspberries spread throughout his mouth. He kissed her back hungrily as she held his now softening member in her hand.

  The snap of a twig drew her attention to the forest behind her. Blaine stood watching behind them, a mildly surprised expression on his face. She noticed his shirt was full of something small, round, and green.

  For a minute Adele feared he might be jealous, but then she saw him smile. It was a slow, knowing smile. He approached leisurely, his eyes taking in everything they were doing.

  His eyes glanced momentarily to Tyler’s spent figure, and his lopsided grin widened. “You poor bugger,” he said, giving his head a shake. “She’s gone and had her way with you.”

  “Oh, Blaine, you’ve got to try it,” Tyler said, barely able to muster the strength. “She did amazing things to me.”

  “Yes,” he agreed, now looking to Adele, his eyes grazing over her plump breasts. “I was watching, Adele. You intrigued me. Gave me naughty ideas.” He selected one of the fuzzy green items from the bottom of his shirt, holding it out. He grazed a pert nipple lightly. The sensation elicited a gasp from her lips.

  “I see you’ve found a new way to eat raspberries,” he said. “Imagine what we can do with these.” He brushed her other nipple, bringing it to attention as well.

  “What are they?” Adele asked, feeling herself growing wetter with anticipation.

  “Hazelnuts.” Blaine smiled with sinful intent.

  Adele gave him a welcoming look, inviting him to finish off what Tyler had started. She hadn’t come with Tyler, and now all she could think about was satisfying her carnal urges.

  Blaine looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “You’re all hot and bothered, aren’t you, Adele?” He moved closer until she could feel the warmth of his breath against her neck. “You enjoyed taking poor, hapless Tyler out for a spin, didn’t you?”

  “What if I did?” she said coyly.

  “I’m not criticizing you, Adele, more like commending you. It really turned me on to watch you take control like that, but I think you’d like it better if someone did a little something nice for you, too.”

  He was saying all the right things to make her libido do back flips. “Maybe,” she agreed softly. She turned to face him until their noses were inches apart. She could see his wolfish grin as he looked at her, his eyes promising danger.

  Running her hands along her breasts, she arched her back and raised her arms into the air. As she had hoped, Adele felt the warmth of Blaine’s mouth on her nipple, feeling him tug on it as he sucked it hungrily. She wanted nothing more than for Blaine to draw her to the ground where he would ravage and satisfy her.

  “I don’t suppose you brought a condom?” she asked, slightly out of breath.

  He straightened, a crooked smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “As much as I’d like to bend you over the nearest rock with Tyler looking on, I must confess, sex wasn’t the first thing on my mind. I woke this morning with a nasty craving for a cigarette. Knowing I wouldn’t be very good company, I took myself for a little walk thinking if I was lucky, I’d find a tobacco plant. Instead, I stumbled across these.” He nodded toward the bundle of prickly green nuts. “They taste great when they’re roasted.” He added with a shrug.

  A loud growl came from her stomach just thinking about roasted hazelnuts. Embarrassed, she laughed, and clamped two hands down on her abdomen as though to silence it.

  Blaine smiled wickedly. “I suppose we do have to keep our strength up if we’re going to finish off what we’ve started.”

  She smacked him on the ass and winked. “I’m going to hold you to it.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  The whole walk back, Blaine thought about his next turn with Adele. Clearly, her little stint with Tyler had worked her up. It showed in everything she did. Her hips seemed to have an exaggerated sway and more often than not he’d caught her playing with her hair. She was wound so tight she nearly vibrated. A mischievous part of him wanted to take advantage of an opportunity to really impress Adele. Maybe he’d follow through on his lurid suggestions regarding the hazelnuts. He could lay her out on the beach and tease her with the prickles and the fuzzy texture until she cried for mercy, or better yet, for him to fuck her witless. Then he could spread her legs, and take his time with his tongue deep in her pussy. Something told him she wanted more than release from sexual tension, she wanted to play. Truth be told, so did he. He’d spent years dating women whose names he couldn’t remember the next morning, performi
ng the same goal oriented task of her climax and then hers until it became routine and he grew bored. Adele had woken him up.

  Deep down he knew it was more than that though. A part of him was tired of the competition. He wanted her to choose. If he was going to lose his heart to this girl, then damn it, he wanted to know his feelings would be reciprocated. He wanted to go home with her when their rescue came, but for the first time in his life he wasn’t confident it would happen. Tyler was too much of a distraction, and a threat. Somehow Blaine knew he had to get Adele to forget about Tyler, and focus solely on him, but why would she when she had it so good?

  Maybe it was time Adele had to choose.

  Suddenly feeling sure he’d made the right decision, he picked up the lead and headed down the trail ahead of the other two.

  He wouldn’t satisfy her right away but rather let her simmer for a little bit until she was ready to boil over. That way, when he did finally take her, she’d remember it above all the other times. The thought of Adele hot and bothered turned him on more than he expected. He decided he’d make her come to him. He just hoped he could out wait her, because he was ready to burst.

  * * * *

  All Adele could think about, while they cooked the fish and roasted the hazelnuts, was going at it again. She barely considered the fresh experience of eating something other than raspberries, appreciated the fact that the sun was shining, or invested any interest in Tyler’s retelling of his experience fishing.

  Unexpectedly, Blaine had neglected to follow through on his tantalizing threats, and even had the gall to juggle a small handful of nuts right in front of her, but nothing else. He seemed agonizingly aloof, and far more interested in Tyler than her.

  She listened with growing irritation as the guys chatted amicably about past fishing expeditions, reminiscing about the few that got away. Thinking they might be retelling a story about how they let her get away soon, she brooded darkly.

  She watched with dread as Blaine added logs to the fire, building it up as they had every day, just in case someone spotted the smoke and hurried to their rescue. It would seem silly to ask him to stop. They’d want to know why, and she wasn’t sure what to tell them. Neither of them had indicated they would rather stay stranded with her than go home. For the first time, she felt the reality of their situation really sunk in. Who was to say either of these guys wanted to see her after they returned to the mainland? The thought unsettled her, and threatened to bring her mood down until a large log crashed onto the pile, sending sparks everywhere. Adele hopped to her feet and turned to glare at Blaine only to discover him grinning at her. Had he done that on purpose? She scowled, letting him know she was frustrated, but he just grinned wider.

  If she wasn’t mistaken, he was trying to rile her up. Luckily, his playful mood was catchy, and before she knew it, her anger had dissipated, and she was grinning, too. Well, two can play at that game.

  Without another word, Adele pulled her T-shirt up over her head and threw it to the ground behind her. Bending over, she removed her jeans and underwear in one maneuver, adding them to the pile where she left her shirt. Walking over to the shore, she stole a quick glance behind her to see she had both of their attention.

  “I don’t know about you two, but I feel a little dirty, so I think I’ll take a dip in the lake.”

  Teetering on one leg, she tested the temperature with one toe and instantly recoiled. It was cold. Sucking air in through her teeth, she forced herself to venture farther in.

  When the water reached the top of her thigh she turned to see both of the guys stood at the water’s edge watching her. Making sure they got a good view, she raised her arm over her head and stretched leisurely. Arching her back, she thrust her chest high into the air as she wet her long, dark hair, submerging her ears. Then, scooping a handful of water, she poured it over her skin, following a trail down from her shoulder, sending rivulets cascading over the taught flesh of her breasts, where it trickled down her waist and to her thighs. Next she lowered her body further under the water until just her nipples grazed the surface where she toyed with them and tossed her head back and forth. Blaine edged toward the shore tentatively.

  A splash brought her eyes up to see Tyler had stripped bare and dared the cold water. Blaine was still on shore but was very quickly shucking his clothes.

  “I hope you don’t mind that we borrowed your soap.” Tyler came to stand in front of her, a bar of soap held tight between his fingers. He didn’t give her a chance to answer. Wetting the soap, he brought it to her naval and, using large circular motions, applied it to her skin. Lather trailed after the sudsy cake as he rubbed it along her skin, traveling higher, over her breasts, then lower until it parted her sensitive pussy lips. She rocked her hips forward, urging him on.

  Blaine reached her other side and quickly joined in. Splashing cold water, he removed the suds from her skin. “I see a spot that needs a little extra attention.” He grinned boyishly, clearly enjoying their game. Moving her arm away from her breast, he bent slightly, and took a nipple in his mouth. He sucked it to a hard little point, his tongue circling the taut flesh.

  “A girl could get used to this way of bathing,” she said with a giggle. “But do you realize that neither of you even bothered to kiss me yet?”

  “Really?” Tyler paused. “Well, we will have to remedy that.” He slid one hand behind her neck and the other one, still holding the soap, behind her back. Drawing her in, he covered her mouth with his and kissed her deeply. His tongue made feathery movements across her own, exploring her as though he could draw out her darkest secrets. When he pulled back, she felt pleasantly dazed.

  “Hmm, amateurish at best,” Blaine scoffed.

  Caught off guard by Blaine’s insult he staggered back a step. Blaine quickly moved into the space Tyler provided.

  “Now see how a real lover does it.” Blaine said closing in. He slid a hand between her legs, cupping her mound, and pulled her against him. She felt his erection pressing into her abdomen as he lowered his mouth down onto hers. He explored her mouth expertly, fiercer than Tyler but no less intoxicatingly. While his tongue danced and entwined with hers, he ground his pelvis against her, rolling his erection along her taut abdomen.

  She glanced to Tyler to see how he was reacting. His mouth had drawn into a firm line, his expression one of dogged determination. Blaine had riled him on purpose, and she suspected a fight was brewing. It was everything she’d dreaded coming true, but perhaps it didn’t have to, she thought out of desperation. If she could distract them from each other, then maybe all would be fine and they could deal with the sensitive issues when they weren’t fueled with testosterone.

  Reaching to Tyler she raised his hand, returning it to her breast. No more than a second later Blaine’s hand moved in, joining Tyler’s, then quickly over taking it. Tyler countered by sliding his other hand to her ass where he cupped a healthy handful. Everything they did felt good, but they were forgetting her and being rougher than she liked. She frowned as they jockeyed for position, both of them kissing and kneading her but to what end? If she didn’t call them on it she would soon be bruised and annoyed.

  “Stop!” she pleaded. “I should have known this would be the result. I should have listened to myself. It was too much to ask that I could have you both, that I could love two men equally, but how could I choose?”

  They stared at her, shocked by her passionate admission.

  Frustrated and overwhelmed, she placed her face in her hands. “This feels like a cruel twist of fate, but I did it to myself.”

  “No, Adele,” Blaine’s voice sounded soft. “We did it.”

  She looked up to see their faces were full of anguish. She reached up, her hand cradling Blaine’s cheek. “You, with your rugged good looks, your playful manner and secret sensitive side…” She shook her head as though she were saying goodbye to those characteristics. She turned to Tyler and drew one finger slowly down the side of his face with longing. “And you, so h
andsome and clever, who seemed so innocent and yet you proved to be a bottomless well of knowledge and surprises…” She let her hand drop and felt her heart tighten at the thought of what she was doing, saying no, to both of them. “I can’t do this—I shouldn’t have ever suggested we try.” She caught her lip in her teeth to hold back a sob, and pushed past both of them.

  “Adele,” Tyler called out. His voice wavered with emotion.

  Grabbing up her clothes off the rock shore she walked as fast as she could toward the forest, and she didn’t stop until she’d reached the opposite shore.

  * * * *

  Blaine turned to face Tyler to discover the other man already staring at him.

  “Way to go,” he snapped.

  “What?” Blaine sputtered. “It’s as much your fault as it is mine.”

  “Hardly.”

  “It takes two to fight.”

  “No,” Tyler snarled. “In this particular situation, it takes three, and one of those people has just dumped us both for being idiots.”

  “What? Would you rather step down politely while she and I go off into the sunset together?”

  “No, but she wasn’t asking either of us to step down.”

  “I know, but—” Blaine felt the fight go out of him. “Seriously, what is the alternative? That we both date her? Do we take turns? You get her Friday nights and I take Saturday?”

  “You’re being blockheaded. Other than the sparring, nothing would have to change.”

  “And you’re a chucklehead, but that doesn’t mean I’m being irrational.

  “I really like her,” Tyler protested.

  “So do I. In fact I think I might even love her.”

  Tyler’s head dropped. “Damn, me too.”

  “So where does that leave us?”