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by Jayne Rylon


  “Because this time it’s true.” A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, horrifying her. She dashed it away before it’d traveled an inch across her cheek.

  Dave reached out.

  Kayla stepped back, evading his comforting embrace. “During sessions where I’m around you naked—any of you, all of you—sex eclipses everything else in my mind. The whole time I massage you, I wonder what it’d be like to have you buried inside me. I want to ride you. I’d give half this mountain to taste you. I’m dying for you to use me.”

  Dave groaned.

  “When I need to be strong and sure in my purpose, you’ve given me reason to doubt.” She slumped. Holding her frame upright a moment longer seemed impossible. “Maybe I was kidding myself all along. Maybe it’s impossible to separate nudity from sexuality.”

  “So, you’re saying you’re only attracted to me—to us—when we’re undressed?” Dave crowded closer.

  “Ah, no.” She shook her head as she took stock of the ache between her legs and the heavy weight of her sensitive breasts. “But when you’re bare, the magnetism’s impossible to resist. It’s not like that when you’re covered up.”

  “Are you lying to us…or to yourself? Consider carefully or I’ll prove you’re a little fibber.”

  “How?” She gave herself a mental head slap. Why antagonize the man? Because you’re tired of wanting and not having. Tired of restraint.

  “Take off your clothes.” Dave’s command weakened her knees. “Do it quick, or I’ll rip them to shreds so you never have to worry about wearing them again.”

  “Oh shit, now you did it.” James shifted his gaze between her and Dave.

  Kayla shrugged. No matter what happened, it would be a welcome relief. She shimmied her jeans off her hips without unfastening them then whipped her sweater over her head as she kicked the denim so hard it flopped over the armrest of the couch. She rolled her shoulders and stretched. Finally.

  Though she forced herself to don the necessary garments, she never could torture herself with a bra or underwear. Naked, she propped one hand on her hip and stared down the three prime males fixated on her every move.

  Dave breathed in and out several times, his fingers clenched at his sides as he took in the smattering of bright, floral tattoos decorating her ribs and the modest silver hoops piercing her nipples. The metal tugged deliciously as her flesh reacted to his appraisal. “Lie on the rug between James and Neil.”

  Her body complied without conscious approval from her mind. Something about this man, these men, called to her on an instinctive level.

  “I love it when he turns all bossy.” Neil hummed his approval.

  “Good ’cause you’re about to assist.” Dave doled out orders as she sank to floor.

  Soft and fuzzy, the rug caressed her backside from her calves to her ass to her shoulders while allowing air to circulate over her skin. She squirmed, relishing the sensation while the fire cooked one side of her front and the cool air in the room regulated the other. Freedom sang through her blood with each pump of her racing heart.

  Kayla surrendered to instinct, spreading her legs to tease the three men ringing her with the glistening fluid on her upper thighs. She painted the proof of her arousal over her waxed pussy with the tip of one finger, biting her lip when she skimmed her clit.

  No one had ever dared to call her inhibited.

  “Jesus.” Neil untucked his shirt.

  “No.” Dave placed a restraining hand on the other man’s tense forearm. “Leave your clothes on. Every stitch. We’re going to make her scream. Blow her mind. Steal all her rational thought without showing a hint of skin.”

  “Fuck.” James dropped to his knees beside her shoulder. She reached out to take his proffered hand, lacing their fingers.

  “You win.” Kayla could care less about her moral dilemma at the moment. For now, it would be enough to erase the lust hazing her mind so she could think clearly about the issue in the aftermath of great sex. “I understand. No need for some great lesson. Just don’t leave me like this.”

  “Oh, we’re not about to abandon you.” Dave situated himself on his haunches between her knees, opening them wider with one massive hand on each of her thighs. “This isn’t at all how I planned to do this, but I’d be lying if I said the end result was much different. I want you. I want to share you, give you three times the pleasure I could myself.”

  “Mmm.” She tried to generate an intelligent answer. Instead, her hips responded for her, rising to meet his roving fingers as they teased along her legs to stroke her smooth mound. Never one to sit passive and wait for her lover to take charge, she urged him closer.

  “Keep her still.” Dave barked the order to his friends, who didn’t hesitate.

  Neil joined them on the rug, grasping her wrist and pinning it to the floor beside her head. James followed suit.

  The rustle of their jeans as they shifted sent butterflies racing through her abdomen. Something about the contrast seemed decadent. It amplified her joy at being nude. Rough grazes from the fabric shielding the men’s legs had her breath wheezing double time.

  Dave leaned forward, bracing himself on bulging forearms on either side of her head. He smiled as he observed her potent longing up close and personal before covering her lips with his. He explored with the tip of his tongue, teasing at the corner of her mouth until she relented and granted him entrance. They played—tickling, taunting, tempting—for long minutes, until neither had the breath to continue without passing out.

  James squeezed her hand when she whimpered.

  “You drive me crazy too, Kay,” Dave whispered as he nipped her lip. “Just so you know.”

  Neil grunted. “No shit. How many trips down this mountain have we had to listen you ramble on and on about how smoking she is?”

  “Am I wrong?” Dave lifted an eyebrow.

  “Fuck no.” Neil’s lips quirked. “But you’re still as annoying as an itchy nose when your hands are covered in drywall dust.”

  “I guess we know who’s getting off last.” James laughed. “Focus, boys. Kayla’s on the edge.”

  “Not so easy. We can push her much further.” Dave winked at James. “You were too busy fondling her to notice her reaction to your announcement earlier. I think she likes the idea of two guys together. Don’t you, baby?”

  “I support gay rights, yes.” She salvaged the destruction of her rationality long enough to respond. “Everyone should live and love however makes them happy as far as I’m concerned.”

  “It was more than that, but I’ll give it to you for now.” Dave shifted his focus to James. He planted one hand on the back of his partner’s neck and navigated their journey.

  If the couple hadn’t still restrained her, she would have touched herself while the guys shared a remarkably tender kiss.

  “My turn.” Neil cut in, devouring Dave’s mouth for several seconds before reaching for his lover. The instant Neil and James meshed, Kayla could tell the difference. Friendship and shared sensual escapades had nothing on true love. The men stared into each other’s eyes as they connected, letting their souls speak to one another.

  She sighed.

  “Pretty awesome, right?” Dave nodded at her.

  The two men broke apart, panting. They faced to her together, both sporting wicked grins. They descended in unison, each laving the tip of one of her breasts. Her eyes rolled in their sockets when they tugged on the jewelry there before angling their heads for another taste of each other.

  The alternating stimulation captivated her attention. Her eyes dried out from refusing to blink as the guys worshipped her chest, then each other, over and over. She almost forgot Dave, until he moved, settling deeper in the vee of her thighs. He lay on the floor between her legs, nibbling a trail from her knee toward her pussy.

  She would have begged them to allow her to admire their fantastic bodies, touch them, if she could have found her voice. Neil bit lightly on her nipple, causing her to squirm. A tric
kle of arousal escaped her clenching pussy.

  “Oh, what’s this?” Dave mocked her. “I thought you only wanted us ’cause our hot naked bodies triggered some kind of naturism fetish?”

  He swiped a finger through her engorged folds, collecting the damning evidence. He sucked the digit clean, groaning at her taste before swiping another sample to feed to James. The other man paused his attentions to her breast to savor the flavor of the ecstasy they inspired.

  “She’s delicious,” he groaned before kissing Neil once more, sharing the mingled taste of all four of them.

  Dave held her gaze as he replaced his finger at her opening. His hooded eyes turned glassy as he penetrated her tight rings of muscle with a slow, steady invasion. She cried out as her body hugged him, inciting a riot of pleasure that burned her from the inside out.

  James whispered in her ear as Neil licked her belly with soothing strokes. The shirt covering his broad shoulders scraped her waist. “Your reaction to us has nothing to do with our clothing or lack thereof. Don’t confuse the two.”

  She quaked as a precursor to orgasm rolled through her. The initial joining of their bodies thrilled her. James traced the dark outline of a delicate vine, which snaked up her side and across the underside of her breast, with his tongue. “So pretty.”

  “She likes that,” Dave rasped when her tissue fluttered around his embedded finger. He lifted his chin toward Neil. “Feel for yourself.”

  Kayla expected Dave to withdraw, vacating the moist heat of her pussy to leave room for his friend. Instead, he paused the tiny nudges rocking his finger within her clinging sheath while Neil aligned his hand for the optimum approach.

  Neil lifted his talented mouth from her breast to nibble her neck. She tensed when the heel of his palm settled on her mound and a broad finger tunneled beside Dave’s, snaking beyond the initial resistance of her core.

  The men stretched her boundaries and her body. Despite her earlier bravado, she’d never experienced something so intense, so wild or so decadent.

  “Damn, she’s hot.” Neil claimed her lips less gently as her desire infected him. The weight of his full erection branded her hip.

  He curled his finger inside her, caressing the ultra-sensitive front wall of her pussy with a circular motion that jostled him against Dave.

  Wet smacks accompanied their joint explorations.

  Kayla squeezed James’s hand when he suspended his stroking on her side and breast, demanding his attention.

  “Sorry, Kay.” His harsh exhalation buffeted her damp nipple. “They distracted me. I wish I could feel how soft you are. How lush.”

  “Do it.” Dave growled. “She’ll surrender with all three of us inside her. Together.”

  The idea alone had rapture rippling the walls of her pussy. Neil adjusted his hand so a calloused pad jolted her clit, granting her a chance to regain control.

  “Not yet,” Dave insisted as he supervised. “Wait for James. I mean, I know you only want us when we’re naked—”

  “Shut up.” She snarled as a blush crept up her chest.

  He laughed and screwed his finger deeper, driving her insane. “Hurry, James.”

  The third man glanced at her and she couldn’t stop the plea that burst from her chest. “Please. Join them.”

  James nuzzled their noses as he walked his fingers between her breasts and over her softly rounded abdomen. He layered his hand partially over Neil’s. The other half rested on her skin, a thin sheen of perspiration adhering their bodies.

  He traced his finger beside Neil’s, trapping her clit gently between their hands. She groaned and tried to rub against them. No matter how she fidgeted, she couldn’t generate enough friction to satisfy her longing.

  Her mind blanked when James pushed into her soaked pussy. The wiggling of three independent intruders drove her insane.

  “Help me.”

  James and Neil resumed their play at her breasts.

  “Why? Do you want us? Even though we’re fully dressed?” Dave spoke through gritted teeth.

  “Yes!”

  His smile looked more like a grimace. He dove between her legs, lapping at her clit and his friends’ hands with sloppy passes of his soft tongue. Colors streamed through her vision. She focused on the sweet ache expanding in her pelvis. She tried to harness the power of the moment, ride it forever.

  She didn’t stand a chance.

  Tremors built rapidly into irrepressible waves of desire. She threw her head back and shouted as she came around the three thrusting, massaging, spreading fingers that exported every last shred of rapture from the explosion. Dave hummed as he suckled her clit, extending the wash of contentment suffusing her being.

  When the men exited her body, one by one, she peeled her eyelids open. James and Neil held their hands out toward each other. Neil inserted his long finger between his lover’s parted lips. James licked, slurped and swallowed until Neil retracted the treat. James returned the favor.

  She shivered with the aftershocks of delight.

  The metallic rip of a zipper unknitting caught her attention. She flicked her gaze to Dave, who extracted his long, thick cock from the fly of his jeans. The flushed, veined shaft contrasted starkly with his otherwise clad form as he took it in hand. She licked her lips.

  “Not this time, baby.” He grunted as the ridge of his knuckles passed over the dripping head. “I think our guys here deserve a reward don’t you?”

  She reached out to place a hand on James and Neil’s nearest thighs as they knelt on either side of her, finally realizing they’d freed her wrists. “Definitely.”

  “James loves to watch a guy shoot his come. Cleaning up the evidence never fails to set him off. Want to see?”

  “God, yes.” She cupped her breasts, pressing the tender mounds together as she imagined warm spray icing the tips. But why stop at one man? She reached to either side of her, fumbling in the general direction of James and Neil’s veiled erections. They got the hint.

  Within seconds, they’d made quick work of the fastenings on their jeans and arranged themselves so their cocks protruded, pointing toward her receptive torso. She couldn’t help herself—her fingers sought their steely flesh. She moaned when she compared the weight and feel of them. James, so stiff it had to hurt. Neil, longer and thicker, though no more eager than his lover, who pounded into her fist when she didn’t move fast enough to suit him.

  Dave grinned down at her. “That’s right, Kay. They can’t take much more. Where do you want their come?”

  She tipped their cocks, aiming them at her breasts.

  “Shit, yeah.” Neil pumped through the circle of her fingers, damp with the precome he’d coated them with. His pelvis knocked into the ring formed by the side of her palm with several quick, hard thrusts. The definition of the ridge at his tip increased, impressing her with the transformation. His shouted warning of impending release was completely unnecessary.

  His balls drew tight to his body as though trying to force their way out of his cock. The first jets of silky fluid overshot their target, landing partially on her far breast. The remainder decorated James’s thigh. The man didn’t seem to mind.

  James groaned and joined his lover, painting her with his come. Splatters of hot fluid seared her skin, which looked more olive compared to the pearly white stands draping over her nipple rings and the colorful blossoms of her tattoos. Neil still twitched in her hold when James dropped lower to capture the last of Neil’s orgasm on his tongue.

  He ingested their mingled release before it had a chance to cool on her skin. The intoxicating sight couldn’t monopolize her attention for long, though, when Dave leaned his hips forward, pressing his cock to her belly with one heavy hand. He thrust into the friction he created, making several long passes as James continued to shudder, intent on cleaning her torso.

  The motion of Dave’s cock rubbed his balls over her clit, inciting a flash of ecstasy to rejuvenate from the embers of her satisfaction. The dilation of his pu
pils sealed her fate. That much hunger would be impossible to deny. They rode the final wave of shared rapture together.

  Her hips rocked, stroking him as his cock pulsed. The first blast of his semen landed on James’s cheek. The man moaned then lunged, mouth open, tongue extended, to catch the remainder of Dave’s gift. Kayla stared as her insides shivered, drowning her in wave after wave of pleasure.

  Dave slumped, his shoulders heaving as he relaxed between her legs. James leaned closer to suck the last drop of fluid from the tip of Dave’s cock before tucking the softening tool back into Dave’s jeans and zipping him up. He patted the placket with a contented grin that elicited a moan from Dave.

  Neil’s reverent curse shifted her attention. He, too, towered over her, fully dressed once more. By the time she returned her wide-eyed stare to James, he’d also hidden himself from her view. Damn them.

  “Ready to admit your attraction has nothing to do with naturism?” Dave’s soft tone didn’t rub her face in her earlier refusal to believe in the amazing opportunity she’d been given. In fact, his question sounded more like a plea.

  “Yes.” She reached out, taking his hand and using it to pull him over her until she could cover his face in light kisses. “It’s all about you. Clothes or not.”

  “Ahem.” Neil cleared his throat with a ridiculous, exaggerated noise.

  “Okay, all of you.” She giggled. “Thank you.”

  Neil ruffled her hair, then groaned as he regained his feet. He trundled off to the bathroom. James followed, granting her and Dave a moment alone.

  “Things don’t have to go any further—with them or without—if that’s not what you have in mind.” His throat flexed as she considered her response.

  “And if I want things to go a hell of a lot further?”

  “Thank God.”

  Chapter Four

  Kayla and Dave emerged from the shower together to find Neil and James cuddled on the floor, a stack of board games nearby. She smiled when they met her gaze—all four of them completely nude. Nothing seemed different than before, other than the lack of constriction she’d suffered beneath the weight of her clothes.

 

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