Rahiti reached out to clasp Moana’s shoulder, and Moana did the same. They exchanged heated, amused gazes. Probably they thought the same thing. They had to hold each other up or die in a pool of desire at Lyric’s feet. He skimmed his gaze over Rahiti’s face, so broad and strong, and those lips, that mouth. Rahiti had not been shy to thrust his tongue into Moana’s mouth. He’d tasted of their woman, musky and rich as the earth itself, and of himself. Rahiti’s growing boldness pleased Moana. He wanted more, imagined more. Hoped Rahiti would be willing to walk that path.
Lyric sucked his staff into her mouth, stopping any thoughts other than those of incredible pleasure singing through his veins. She teased his balls with her fingertips then gently tugged at his sac, making him throw back his head and hiss. When he could open his eyes again, he saw Rahiti stroking her hair, his hips moving in the same rhythm as Moana’s so that their cockheads took turns slipping in and out between her plump, wet lips. They stretched her mouth, and her slim fingers didn’t meet around their shafts, but that only seemed to inflame her hunger for them. When she couldn’t take them both, she took one at a time, first gazing up at Moana with those eyes the green of the deep ocean, then switching to Rahiti, swallowing him deep. Rahiti closed his fist in her hair, and she breathed out a lusty sigh when he pulled. She liked a little pain with her pleasure. Good. To take them both, as Moana envisioned, she would need to ride that edge.
“Moana,” Rahiti groaned. “Her mouth…her tongue… Like sweet fire.”
To think, his friend had called Moana the storyteller. While Lyric pleasured Rahiti, his red, veiny shaft glistening with her saliva, his balls drawn up tight, Moana gripped his cock and stroked it, waiting for her to return to him. He almost couldn’t stand it. The sight of Rahiti fucking Lyric’s worshipful face made his balls pull close to his body and his ass clench. She drew back so just her pink tongue rolled around Rahiti’s cockhead then teased the small slit. Pearls of cum dripped onto her tongue, one after another, and Moana knew Rahiti must be using all of his formidable warrior’s control not to release over her face and breasts.
He wanted to see that. He wanted to sink to his knees beside Lyric and feel both their tongues twining around that hot meat, taste Rahiti’s cum in his throat, or lap it out of Lyric’s cunt. All the raw language he’d overheard while swimming alongside boats and especially from sailors came rushing back into this mind. Every language had its own assortment of dirty words, but he thought he liked English best. Cunt, cock, dick, pussy… He ground his teeth together and clamped his hand around the base of his cock, barely stopping a climax when Lyric turned her attention back to him. She continued to pump Rahiti’s shaft while she sucked Moana’s down to the base, stopped only by his ringed fingers.
Rahiti pushed himself back and forth into her hand. His head hung, and his eyes were half closed, his expression overwhelmed with obvious pleasure. They were both so close, needing just that extra push. While Lyric’s tongue drove him to the edge, he slid his hand down Rahiti’s chest and trailed his fingertips around one bronzed nipple. His friend jerked then raised heated eyes to him. Despite the years they’d played together as dolphins, they never would have done this as men, in their before-life.
“Life is new,” Moana said to his lover in their own language. “Everything is new.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Rahiti nodded and drifted his hand down to caress Moana’s chest.
“Oh, God, that’s so hot,” Lyric murmured appreciatively, staring up at them.
“Kanaloa has blessed us with you,” Rahiti said, his voice guttural.
She drew them closer together, her mouth moving faster over their cocks, rubbing the fat, dripping heads together while her tongue played over the slick surfaces. Moana struggled for breath, pleasured by his two lovers. A pool of boiling heat seemed to gather at the base of his spine, traveling up, up. Rahiti shouted, and Moana opened his eyes to see him coming hard, his hand mercilessly twisted in Lyric’s long hair, his cum like strands of pearls roping across her cheek and tongue as she opened her mouth to catch it.
Moana lost control. He curled his toes into the soft earth and came hard, hips thrusting in short jerks, spurting onto Lyric’s shoulder and breasts, his essence coating her along with Rahiti’s.
Lyric writhed, panting. “Yes, God, yes, yes…” Her enthusiasm dragged out his climax until he thought he’d collapse if not for Rahiti holding him up.
He clutched on again to Rahiti’s arm for balance as she gently lapped them clean, and his body unwound from the incredible heights she’d urged him to. Rahiti gave him a knowing look, one side of his panting mouth sliding up in a grin. Rahiti reached down to help Lyric to her feet, and they both kissed her, softly this time, their lust, for the moment, turned to tenderness.
“You are the most wonderful woman,” Rahiti murmured, gathering her up against him.
Moana slid his hand over her hair and down her back, coasting it over Rahiti’s arms on the way. “This is meant to be. Our destiny. Three as one.”
Although undoubtedly meant as encouragement, his words made Lyric jerk back from Rahiti’s embrace. Her panicked gaze pinned him. “But I–I can’t. Jesus, so much for swearing off men…”
Rahiti pulled her around again. “Let us not think about that now. Today is enough. This is enough.”
As Lyric surrendered herself into his arms again and lay her cheek against his broad shoulder, her expression still troubled, Moana silently praised his friend’s quick thinking, which had gotten them out of more than a few scrapes. Swiping sweat from his brow, he nodded his thanks to Rahiti. Moana hoped today would not have to be enough. He wanted many tomorrows for all of them.
Chapter Seven
True to Rahiti’s words, they had that day and took full advantage of it. They found the pool, even more picturesque than Moana had described, and swam in the cool, deep water. Lyric figured she must have died and gone to heaven because that was the only explanation. Rahiti and Moana floated her back and forth between them in the sparkling pool, which was fed by a waterfall, praising her with words and kisses, gentler and calmer now that they’d all gotten some sexual relief.
She knew the fires were banked, however, and just waiting to catch again. Already she’d done things with them she never would have dreamed of trying for real before—before she’d come to this island and somehow enchanted two men from the sea.
Leaving her to rest for a moment on a mossy rock, they dived and played, much as they must have when they’d existed as dolphins. Their slick bodies slid together as they dunked each other and wrestled for control, laughing. Lyric closed her eyes and breathed deep of the fragrant air, feeling her body tingle with arousal. Who knew she’d get so turned on watching two guys together? Or that two guys would still have room for her? The way they both touched her, fingering and licking her, worshiping her breasts, made her feel alive and cherished.
Well, lusted after, anyhow. That was plenty good enough for now. What a heck of a vacation this was turning out to be, and why shouldn’t she take advantage of it? She’d heard of women coming to the islands and having hot affairs. Or maybe a benevolent tiki god had led her here for this break in her gloom. At least they had this sweet interlude to enjoy one another before she had to leave. She felt her lips curve into a rueful smile. Now she knew for sure she wasn’t “the one.” Pure-hearted women did not suck off two men and have a second orgasm just from them coming on her skin.
But she had.
When they’d had enough of swimming, Moana scaled a tree, agile as a monkey, and brought them back some papayas, which they ate like the starving people they were. Lyric had had only a light breakfast, and the guys hadn’t eaten anything but…squid. Ick. Rahiti lay back on the broad stone, chewing with his eyes closed. “I’d forgotten how anything other than squid and fish tasted,” he said in a reverent voice, scooping out the juicy insides.
Moana sucked his fingers clean. “Almost as sweet as our Lyric.” He smiled at her in that guileless way, and she
felt herself blushing. Blushing, after all they’d done! She leaned toward him and kissed him, then licked a little papaya juice from his chin. Feeling Rahiti’s hand on her thigh, she rolled toward him and kissed him, tasting sweet fruit and a little of her own sexual musk. If Jack the Jerk had looked at her even once with eyes like that, glowing with adoration, she would have forgiven him anything.
Why’d she have to think about him at a time like this? She didn’t want to think about him or the mess he’d left behind for her to clean up. Hell, maybe she should move to the island and live with the two guys. Ha, as if it would be that easy. No, she had debts, a job she hated but that paid okay, and the IRS looking into her finances, thanks to asshole Jack and her own stupid, trusting nature.
“What’s the matter, Lyric?” Rahiti had sat up beside her, and he ran his hand soothingly across her shoulders.
“It’s nothing.” She made herself smile at him. No point in dragging them down with her. “It’s just that this is so different from anything I’m used to.”
“I have overheard that other parts of the world are not like this.” Rahiti propped himself on the heels of his palms. They were all three of them naked, basking in the late-afternoon sun like wild things, and Lyric let her gaze run appreciatively over his muscular body and the cock she’d loved having in her mouth. Both men were circumcised, but not in a way she’d seen before, the foreskin slit down the middle so it fell behind their penises. Interesting, but not at all unappealing.
Moana split open another papaya with a sharp rock and offered her half. “I would like to see snow. And the big cities we hear tourists complaining about. The traffic and the…the skyscrapers.” He took a moment, brow furrowed, to find the right word.
“And I would like to ride in a jet.” Lying back again, Rahiti gazed up at the bowl of blue sky fringed by palms. They must have seen a million planes flying over the years, the poor things, always stuck on the outside.
“It’s funny. I was already thinking about that,” Lyric said, digging into the flesh of the papaya with her fingers. “You guys on a plane. If you were that amazed by indoor plumbing, flying would really stagger you.”
“Will you take us?” Rahiti rolled over to face her, his hand cradling his head.
“I would like to be anywhere but on this island.” Moana scowled at the emerald paradise that surrounded them.
Lyric laughed. “Most people would do anything to leave the cities and planes behind to be in a place like this.”
“Try being stuck here for several lifetimes.” Moana rolled his shoulders as if shrugging off tension. “Always seeing, hearing from a distance, but never being able to touch.” He slid his hand up Lyric’s shin to her knee so his palm warmed her skin. “Now that you are here, we will not make the same mistakes again.”
An objection rose to her lips immediately—she was not the right woman. She could not be responsible for them. She would let them down—but he leaned in and kissed her, his lips parting hers for the brief touch of his tongue, and her pussy flooded with thick, wet yearning. All his tenderness flowed from his kiss, and at her other side, Rahiti tucked her hair behind her ear and stroked his fingers down the side of her throat and her arm. Of course they would see her nipples puckering. They would see the flush stealing over her skin. They would know she wanted their mouths on her again.
“We want to hear about your home, Lyric,” Rahiti said. “Everything about you. Where you live, what you do, what you like. Will you tell us?”
To distract herself as much as them, she looped her arms over her drawn-up knees and nodded. “When we get back to the hut, I’ll show you some pictures. I brought my laptop, even though Nina warned me there wasn’t much for Wi-Fi around here. But at least I can show you a little of how the world has changed since…since you changed.”
It was a good thing the bed in the hut was huge because the two men filled it. Showered and feeling more like herself after a long but amazing day, Lyric walked into the bedroom carrying a tray of sandwiches and sodas then stopped to gaze her fill of every woman’s dream. Smiling, she shook her head. Rahiti and Moana lay stretched out next to each other, magnificently naked, also freshly showered—and how much fun they’d had trying out that newfangled contraption!—hands clasped behind their heads and conversing in their rolling language. Christ almighty, they had to be the two hottest guys she’d ever seen, savage and sensual, and hers, all hers, at least for a few more days.
Rahiti noticed her and swung off the bed onto his feet to help her with the tray. “Thanks,” she said, handing it to him.
“Food!” he exclaimed.
Moana sat up. “What kind? Never mind, I don’t care. I just need it.”
Lyric laughed. “Sorry, guys, I should have figured you two would need more than some papaya, and, err, squid.”
Already chewing on a turkey and swiss, Rahiti said, “I will never eat squid again.”
“Or fish.” Moana moaned his approval as he dug into his sandwich.
She joined them on the bed, crossing her legs on the comforter and reaching for a Coke. “You’ve got to try this. Drink it slow at first. It’s fizzy.”
Moana took the opened can from her and tentatively sipped it. His eyes flew open wide as he swallowed. “Cold! And bubbly, like little waves on my tongue.”
He handed it to Rahiti, who took a big gulp, swished it around in his mouth, and nodded in approval. “Like sweet coconut water, only…” He paused then lifted a shoulder.
Moana laughed. “We have no words, in any language.”
She felt herself grinning. Every time she introduced something new to them, their enthusiasm only catapulted her mind ahead to what else they would like. Wow, it would be so much fun to take these guys out into the world. With their aptitude for languages, they could travel almost anywhere, and she’d always feel safe with them. Just as quickly as the thought surfaced, she slapped it down. No sense dreaming of what couldn’t be. On the other hand, no sense wasting what little time they had together, either. Biting into the third sandwich, she reached behind her and pulled over her laptop. Now this should really blow their minds.
They stared, almost comically concentrated, as the screen brightened and she signed on. She could hardly keep her eyes on the keyboard, it was so entertaining to watch their awed expressions. The Internet connection on this side of the island was crap, so she settled instead for pulling up photos from her hard drive. “Okay, this is my family.” She picked a digital image from her mom’s last birthday. “That’s my mom, that’s my brother and his wife, and their two kids.”
She loved her niece and nephew, just four and six years old. A pang of guilt echoed through her. How long had it been since she’d seen them? A few months, at least. She’d pushed them away after the Jack incident. They’d been pretty “we told you so” after what happened, and even though she knew they were right, their attitude stung.
As a result, she’d shoved them away. Pushed everyone away.
Moana touched her knee. “Do you not get along with your family?”
Of course he’d interpret her sudden silence that way. She smiled and shook her head. “No, they’re great. I just haven’t been as good about keeping in touch with them as I should have.” Then a thought occurred. “You guys must not have been able to communicate with your family at all, after… Did they even know what happened to you?”
Rahiti rubbed his hand over the back of his neck and shook his head. “They thought we also drowned in the storm.”
“We watched from the sea as they burned our funeral pyres with no bodies on them.” Moana put his hand on Rahiti’s shoulder. “We tried to find a way to show them what had happened, but they only thought we were dolphins, like any others.”
“After a while, we stopped trying and had to make do with following their fishing canoes. We would lead our brothers to the best fishing grounds—”
“—and guide them home when storms came.”
“But over time, we saw the villages di
sappear.”
Moana’s brows knit together. “The tall ships came. The explorers. Our people grew sick and died…”
Tall ships, disease… A shiver ran through Lyric. They had to be talking about the European explorers. That would mean they were alive during the smallpox epidemic, hundreds of years earlier. “I can’t even begin to imagine how horrible that must have been for you.”
Rahiti said somberly, “Well, it was a curse, after all. And we suffered for it.”
“We learned to rely on each other to survive. Without Rahiti, I—” Moana broke off, his shoulders slumped. Lyric put her arm around him, hoping he wouldn’t shrug her off. The warriors were proud, and to show this much vulnerability couldn’t be easy for them.
Rahiti’s deep-brown eyes alone told her volumes of how he felt about his friend. “We gave each other purpose,” he said. “We were once enemies, but now I can put up with him.” A small smile curled one corner of his mouth.
Moana snorted and gazed at him sidelong. “And I am learning to tolerate you in this obnoxious human form.”
Rahiti chuckled, and the mood lightened a little. Thank goodness, Rahiti must have sensed it plunging into blackness. She didn’t think she could have stopped from bursting into tears if she heard much more.
Suddenly, her own problems seemed kind of small. At least she hadn’t had to watch her entire family, her whole community, die off while she couldn’t do anything about it. Thoughtful, but returning to her task, she progressed through more pictures, letting the guys try the mouse and the touchpad, enjoying their openmouthed awe over both the technology and the images.
“This is me hang gliding in Colorado,” she said, stopping on a picture of her strapped to a colorful glider, thinking they’d like to see another form of flying.
Instead, Rahiti pointed to Jack, who of course had figured in many of the pictures. “Who is that?”
“That’s Jack the Jerk. The one I was telling you about.”
Moana leaned closer to the screen to peer menacingly at him. “A good spear solves many problems.”
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