by Jess Dee
“Wait.” She grasped his shoulders. He had this all wrong. He should be lying on top of Noah, not her. “Noah—”
“I love Noah, Vi,” Dec told her, “but I need more. I need…you. We both do.” And then he closed the distance between them and his mouth found Violet’s.
There it was again. The explosion of color behind Violet’s eyelids. The world seemed to erupt in multifaceted hues every time Declan kissed her. And, dear God, the man could kiss. The slide of his tongue along the length of hers, the press of his lips against her mouth, they made her toes curl. And her heart race.
More than that, they made Declan’s ridiculous admissions that he wanted her and Noah, and that Noah wanted him and her, seem perfectly plausible. They made Violet’s hunger for both men seem equally reasonable, when she knew it was anything but.
But once again, need outweighed common sense, and she was returning Declan’s kiss before he’d even urged her lips open. Kissing him like her life depended on it. She shoved up his shirt and then hers, desperate to feel his naked torso against hers.
Yes, they were outdoors and anyone could stumble upon them, but Violet didn’t care.
She moaned in annoyance when Declan broke the kiss, then sighed when she realized his intention. He tugged his shirt over his head and lifted Violet up to give her T-shirt the same treatment.
Then he was pressing her back into the grass, consuming her with his kiss all over again. His skin was hot against hers. Smooth too. Not a chest hair to be felt.
Violet relished the weight of his abs, relished how his muscles squashed her breasts to her chest, and her shoulders to the grass. Her hands were all over his back, making their way from his hips to his neck, discovering the hard lines of his body and assigning them to memory.
His lean waist and sculpted shoulders were not excluded from her wandering touch. She traced every inch of flesh and still hungered for more.
Violet wrapped her legs around Declan’s waist, crossing her feet over his ass. Using the grip as leverage, she thrust her hips up and fitted her pussy to the seam of his erection.
There.
That.
Just like that.
The sensation was so intense Violet had to tear her mouth from Declan’s just to breathe. “Noah,” she gasped.
Violet was achingly aware of Noah’s presence. After the kiss they’d just shared, how could she not be?
“Right here, baby,” Noah said.
Only he wasn’t. He was inches away. “Not close enough,” she complained. “Need you here. With us.”
Declan rocked his hips, and fire shot through Violet’s groin. “You need to be here,” Dec agreed.
And then he was. One minute Noah was sitting far away, the next he was stretched beside Violet, his hand clasping hers, their fingers twining together.
“You came.” Violet smiled at him, fully aware of how complete she felt now that he lay beside her.
“Couldn’t stay away.”
Declan kissed her again, silencing her, and for long, sweet seconds she welcomed the pressure of his mouth, the slide of his tongue against hers. And she delighted in the rocking of his hips and the tingling in her clit.
But it wasn’t enough.
Violet nudged her heel into Declan’s butt. “Kiss him,” she murmured against his lips. “Kiss Noah.”
“Kiss me,” Noah agreed, and Declan turned his head, so instead of facing Violet, he faced Noah. With another devastating thrust, he ground his cock against her clit and leaned in and kissed Noah.
Fascinated by the play of Noah’s lips on Declan’s, Violet nudged Declan again. “Tell him you love him.”
Declan smiled, something Violet noticed because her gaze was plastered on Dec’s lips and Noah’s.
“I love you,” he said against Noah’s mouth.
And then Noah was smiling too, and kissing Declan with a passion that made Violet’s heart soar. Or maybe it was the steady thrusting of Declan’s cock that had her heart soaring. Either way, Violet couldn’t suppress the whimper that emerged from her throat.
Just an hour or two ago, she’d had a stupendous orgasm on Noah’s lap. Practically speaking, Violet shouldn’t have the strength or energy for another one.
But watching the men kiss drove her out of her mind with lust. A hollow ache filled her core, and she ground back against Declan’s driving thrusts. Needy sounds erupted from her mouth.
“Noah,” Declan said.
“Mmm?”
“Vi’s getting lonely.”
“Mmm.” Noah helped himself to Violet’s mouth. The ease with which he moved from kissing Declan to kissing Violet was staggering, and it took her a good few seconds before she could gather control of her jaw muscles and kiss Noah back with the same attention and passion.
God, he tasted good. He tasted a little like Declan now. Smelled of him too. Dec’s aftershave must have rubbed off on him, and with her eyes closed, it was easy to confuse the two men. She popped her eyes open.
No way was she mistaking Noah for Declan. Not when she craved Noah’s touch as much as she craved Dec’s. Not when he kissed so differently from Declan. Just as enticingly, but oh-so different.
Declan kissed with a force that made the world around Violet spin out of control. Noah sparred with her tongue, teased it from her mouth so he could duel with it, entice it into his mouth then chase it back into hers. His control of the kiss was utterly masterful, and his lips so soft Violet feared she might cry if he ever moved them away.
But then Declan was climbing off her, crawling down her body and…and…
God, he was undoing her jeans, pulling them over her hips and down her legs. Her panties too.
The air that blew across her pussy was tinged with the slight chill of the water from the lake. The cool breeze across her slick, hot folds made her shiver.
While Declan stripped her of her pants, Noah made short work of her bra, until Violet lay in the grass, dressed in absolutely nothing.
“Declan,” she gasped, finally releasing Noah’s plump lips.
“Yeah?” His voice was hoarse, and he was perched on all fours between her legs.
“We’re outside.” In the open. “A-anyone could see us.” The thought had her skin prickling and her nipples beading. Not out of fear, but excitement.
“No one’s around, baby,” Noah reassured her. “It’s just the three of us.” He palmed a breast and ran his thumb over her nipple.
An involuntary shudder shook through Violet. “The…the kangaroos are watching.”
“So is the duck.” Declan hitched a thumb over his shoulder, indicating the lake behind them. “And the ducklings. Might as well give them something to see, right, Noah?”
“Right, Dec.” Noah palmed her other breast too, running both thumbs over her nipples, making Violet wheeze out a sigh.
He caught the sigh with his lips as he kissed her once more, tantalizing her senses and consuming her with his ardor.
And right there, in full view of the lake, the ’roos and the ducks, Declan buried his head between her legs, and as Noah kissed her lips, he kissed her pussy.
“Sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted,” he murmured as he lashed his tongue over her slickened folds. Then he fastened his mouth to those same lips, slid his tongue between them and kissed her from the inside out.
Heat snaked its way through her body, radiating from her core outwards.
Violet bent her leg and pulled it up high against her hip, opening herself up to Declan’s tongue.
Anyone could stumble upon them, with Violet spread naked between two men. Anyone. But did the knowledge make Violet pull away in concern?
Er, no. It had her groaning into Noah’s mouth and pressing her pussy closer to Declan’s tongue.
Hussy.
Noah pinched her nipples, sending darts of pleasure and pain flashing through her chest. She thrust her breasts into his hands, silently begging for more.
He delivered, pinching a little harder, squeezing for lon
ger, until Violet gasped against his mouth, the pressure almost too much to bear. Just as Violet thought she might cry out, Noah gentled his touch, tracing his fingertips over her aching nipples.
The sensation was so sweet, Violet lost her breath for a good few seconds.
Noah continued to stroke her, and the walls of her pussy convulsed, as though her nipples were directly wired to her groin.
“Dunno what you’re doing, mate,” Declan said, “but keep doing it. Our woman’s getting wetter by the second.” He licked her from her lips to clit. “Tastes so fucking good.”
“You have two minutes,” Noah warned him. “Then I’m coming in for a taste.”
This time, instead of pressing his lips to hers, Noah bent his head and fastened his lips to her breast. And as Declan licked her again, Noah bit down, clamping his teeth around her nipple as his tongue flicked softly over its tip.
The conflicting impressions of pain and pleasure overwhelmed her, and Violet broke with a hoarse scream. The orgasm slammed into her, as unexpected as the first one with them had been.
Declan’s surprised exclamation was muffled against her pussy, and Noah relaxed his bite only to suck her entire nipple into his mouth. Violet clutched at his shoulder, digging her nails into his skin.
Waves of bliss washed over her, and she cried out, her voice ricocheting off the water.
Declan licked her through it, the lashing of his tongue sublime torture against her highly sensitized pussy. She rode his mouth, thrusting against it as she peaked, shoving one hand around his head to hold him in place as the ripples of bliss undulated through her body.
When the last pulse crested and ebbed, and Violet thought she might cry if Declan licked her one more time, she dropped her hips back to the ground and pushed his head away.
Declan sat up at the same time Noah did, and while Violet lay gasping for breath on the grass between them, Declan’s mouth met Noah’s in a fiery kiss.
Noah licked at Declan’s lips and his tongue, before melding their mouths together and kissing him long and hard.
“Switch?” Declan asked against Noah’s lips.
“Switch,” Noah agreed.
And then the two men were swapping places, Noah taking Declan’s seat between her legs, and Declan moving around to kneel behind her head. He placed a hand on either side of her arms and had his mouth on her breast in seconds, his teeth abrading her areola, his tongue laving her nipple.
When Noah dipped his head down and licked her between her legs, Violet let out a dry sob.
“God, no, stop. Please.” She was too sensitive, too swollen. Her nipple ached from where Noah had bitten her, blood still pulsed in her clit and quivers had her pussy shuddering. “I can’t.”
Neither man paid her words any heed.
Noah continued to feast on her pussy while Declan switched breasts to suckle her right one.
“Can’t, guys. Please, no.” Their treatment was torture. It was agonizing. It brought tears to her eyes and made a vein pound in her temple.
Violet screamed, voicing her desperation. But even to her ears the scream sounded halfhearted. She couldn’t blame them for refusing to let up. Her left foot was now resting on Noah’s huge shoulder, and her hips were thrusting off the ground, pushing her pussy against his delectable lips, rubbing her clit over his velvety, hot tongue.
Her hands were wrapped in Declan’s hair, her breast shoved so deep into his mouth she feared she might choke him.
Declan kneaded her left breast, and Noah slipped two thick fingers inside her.
It was sensory overload. Extreme sensitivity coupled with excessive delight.
She came in a rush, every nerve ending exploding in pleasure.
Noah moaned against her convulsing pussy and Declan laughed a victorious, muffled laugh.
And just as Violet came down from her high and the last quiver receded into climax heaven, Noah pushed his fingers deeper inside her pussy and flattened his tongue on her clit, fucking her once again with detailed precision.
Violet came in about two seconds, and, mercifully, after the third cataclysmic orgasm in as many minutes, Declan and Noah gentled their touch and allowed Violet the joy of floating away on a cloud of ecstatic bliss.
As much as Noah would have liked to strip off his clothes and Declan’s and lose himself to the musky depths of the other man’s body, he was not given the opportunity.
Voices in the distance had both him and Declan scrambling to dress a very languid, very sated Violet.
Stripping her had been way easier. Now the men had to ensure both her panties and bra were in place before they could get started on her jeans and T-shirt. Violet seemed content to let them do all the work as she purred beneath their hands.
Noah grinned with self-satisfaction as he pulled her shirt over her head and slipped her arms in place.
Violet pressed her lips to his chin and sighed contentedly. “You smell…different,” she told him as she nuzzled her way to his mouth.
“I smell of you,” he explained before capturing her tongue with his as he tugged the shirt down to cover her waist. He tasted of her too. The tang of her creamy cunt still tantalized his taste buds, and the sweet breath now mingling with his was a worthy dessert.
“If there weren’t people headed in this direction as we speak,” Declan said to him as he inserted Vi’s feet into her jeans and tugged them up her legs, “you’d smell of me too.”
“Plenty of time for that,” Noah promised him. “We have the rest of the weekend.” At the least. Hopefully longer than that. Months longer. Years even.
The voices were louder now. Closer.
“Lift your hips for Dec, baby,” he urged. “We need to get you decent.”
“Feel positively indecent after what you both just did to me.” But she lifted her hips anyway, and Declan pulled the jeans over her ass and did them up.
“Not nearly as indecent as you’re going to feel when we get you back to the suite,” Dec said and quickly slipped on his own shirt.
“Going to nap when I get back to the suite,” Vi said sleepily. She gave a huge yawn. “In fact, if you just let me go, I can lie down on this grass and nap right here.” Her eyes closed and her head bumped into Noah’s chest as she let it drop down.
He brushed his fingers through her hair, flicking off a leaf and some grass that had gotten caught in her honeyed strands. “Wake up, sleepyhead.” He placed a finger beneath her chin and tipped her head back up.
She looked at him through passion-drunk eyes, her breath coming in soft, warm puffs. Her expression gave away the fact that she’d just come—several times over—which did nothing to help Noah’s erection subside.
“Dec, I need your sunnies.”
Declan handed the Ray-Bans to Noah, and he slipped them on her nose.
They were enormous, too big for her face, but at least they covered her eyes, hiding their sensual, sex-happy glaze. There was no way of covering her luscious, kiss-swollen lips though, so Noah didn’t try. But he did give in to the urge to kiss her once more, pulling away seconds before the voices became clearly audible, and two men and a woman strolled over to stand by the edge of the pond.
They stood close together, oblivious to Noah, Declan and Violet.
“…obsessed with your rosebushes,” the shorter of the two men was saying.
“That’s because his roses are beautiful,” the woman chided. “They complete the gardens.”
“Never denied that. But just once, Angus, could you relax and enjoy the Eden you created, rather than race around improving it?” The shorter man gestured towards the hotel. “You can’t improve on perfection.”
Violet gasped. “I know him.”
“Know who?” Noah asked.
“Him. The guy with the shaggy brown hair.”
The shorter of the two men. “You do?”
“Yes. It’s Blake.”
“Blake?” Declan asked.
“Blake Seymour. He owns the hotel.”
; “You know the owner?” Noah asked.
“Not very well.” She glanced at Dec and frowned. “It’s a long story.”
The sound of their chatter must have carried, because all three of the people standing by the pond looked their way.
Noah stood and waved in acknowledgment.
“Violet?” the shorter man said and made his way towards them.
His jeans were well worn, faded to white in some areas and frayed at the knees. Although Noah found it hard to believe he owned the estate, he did have an undeniable appeal, and if Noah weren’t so completely wrapped up in Declan and Violet, he might have given Blake a second glance.
Violet groaned softly. “He’s gonna take one look at me and know what I’ve been doing.”
“Just keep my glasses on,” Declan murmured as he too stood. “You’ll be fine.”
She took the hand Noah offered and climbed to her feet as Blake reached them.
Blake gave her a big, friendly smile and kissed her cheek. “Hey, Vi, I had no idea you were here.”
“Hi, Blake.”
Noah was impressed with how normal she sounded. Her throaty, just-come rasp was almost indistinguishable. Almost. But he was listening for it, so he didn’t miss it. He angled himself behind Violet, just enough to hide the bulge and not appear rude.
“Yep, working weekend,” Vi clarified for Blake. “We decided it would be good to get out of Sydney. Thought the country air and your delicious wine would help our creativity some.”
“And?” Blake raised a friendly brow. “Has it?”
Violet nodded. “It has. The boys here have been…surprisingly enterprising.”
Enterprising? Noah suppressed his laughter.
“Oh, where are my manners?” Violet asked no one in particular. “Blake, these are my clients, Noah Martin and Declan Muirfield.”
“Good to meet you.” Blake shook Noah’s hand and turned to Declan to do the same. He looked at him quizzically. “Declan Muirfield?”
“That’s me.”
“The name sounds familiar.”
Violet shifted awkwardly. “Maybe you’ve heard of their company, EOL?”
“You sell luxury goods on the Net?” Blake asked.
“Yep,” Declan said.
