Tropical Sin: Bandicoot Cove, Book 3

by Lexxie Couper

  Withdrawing slowly from McKenzie, he stopped just as the head of his cock crowned the sodden folds of her tight pussy. She whimpered, pushing her backside to him, her fingers driving into Aidan’s hips.

  “Christ, that feels amazing,” Aidan ground out, his stare locked on McKenzie’s mouth. Nick understood his rapt focus. Watching her lips stretched over Aidan’s engorged dick, seeing those lips glisten with the moisture of her mouth… Holy crap, there were no words.

  He let his own gaze linger on the sight for a long moment before dropping his attention to the equally amazing vision of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Her juices coated his red-sheathed length, filling the air with the musky scent of her pleasure.

  “Oh, Mack,” Aidan groaned, lifting Nick’s stare. “I’m going to come soon, babe. I can’t hold on much longer.”

  Nick’s heart leapt faster. He knew exactly what the man meant. McKenzie’s pussy enveloped him like a glove. With every thrust into her center his balls slapped against her soft mound. With every withdrawal, she gripped him tighter. His blood surged through his veins, his breath ripped from his throat in shallow pants. He wasn’t just going to come soon, he was going to fucking erupt.

  “I hope to God you have more than one condom in that wallet of yours, mate,” he rasped, flicking Aidan a look, “’cause I’m about to blow myself.”

  McKenzie’s pussy fluttered around his cock. She moaned around Aidan’s dick, her grip on his hips growing harder, her knuckles growing white.

  “Babe.” Aidan’s moan sent a shard of hot tension into Nick’s groin. “Oh, fuck, babe, you need to stop if you don’t want me to…”

  McKenzie didn’t stop. Nick could see it in the way Aidan threw back his head, in the way his sweat-slicked muscles coiled.

  He stared at the man on the verge of sexual implosion, and—a mere heartbeat from destruction himself—felt McKenzie’s sex contract. Not just once, but twice, three times, four.

  “Oh, Jesus, yes!” Aidan burst out. “Yes.”

  It was enough. It was too much. As McKenzie’s pussy pulsed around his dick, as her nails gouged into Aidan’s bucking hip, as Aidan’s cry tore through the air, Nick’s orgasm smashed through him. Scalding through his soul, searing through his veins and pouring into Aidan’s fire-red condom. And as it did, the words poured through him too.

  I will die in his fire and beg her for life.

  Beg her for soul, beg her for heat.

  I will die in his fire and live in their love.

  Live in their love until…

  And then, even the words were lost to his release.

  Chapter Five

  McKenzie slowly lifted her head from Aidan’s spent cock in time to see his chest heave and his body shudder. His eyes were closed, his nostrils flaring. His semi-stiff length jerked in her hand, a small wad of his seed—the last of his orgasm—spurting from its tip. The raw sight made her own ebbing climax pulse with increased force in response, squeezing Nick’s cock still embedded deep within her.

  Nick groaned. “Don’t do that, McKenzie.” He smoothed his hands over her back before dropping a soft kiss between her shoulder blades. “Give me a moment.”

  “A moment?” Aidan brushed his knuckles over her cheek. His eyes seemed to burn into her soul, a small smile—his smile—curling the edges of his mouth. “Think I might need a lifetime to recover from that.”

  McKenzie chuckled. “Wuss.”

  Giving Aidan her own smile back, she slowly straightened to an upright position, the sound of Nick’s tortured groan as his length slipped from her sex making her pulse flutter.

  She climbed off the bed and stepped away from both men—or at least, tried to. Aidan’s arms snaked out around her waist, drawing her to his body as Nick came up behind her, his hands smoothing over the front of her thighs. “Wait a minute,” Aidan rumbled, tilting her chin up to gaze down into her face, “I said ‘might’, not ‘will’.”

  “And if you think I’m done,” Nick murmured in her ear, his fingers skimming up her legs to traced a gentle caress over her swollen pussy lips, “you don’t know the staying power of us rock stars.”

  McKenzie’s pulse kicked up another notch. She couldn’t believe what she’d just experienced with these two men and they were already talking about more?

  Oh God, yes please.

  The entirely wanton thought didn’t just whisper through her head, it pleaded.

  Aidan’s hands slid up her back, a heady passion glinting in his eyes as he feathered his fingertip around her ribcage to stroke her breasts. “I’m pretty certain Kylie left a packet of condoms in the bathroom, Nick.”

  McKenzie drew in a ragged breath. The tops of her thighs were still wet from her oh-so recent orgasm, her juices dribbling onto her flushed skin. An orgasm that had rocked her to the very core. Hell, she’d almost come the second Aidan’s thick, long cock slid past her lips, let alone when Nick’s equally impressive appendage stretched her to the limit. Did she even have the energy to succumb to another climax so soon?

  Behind her, Nick chuckled, and she hiccupped in a gasp when he fingered her still-sensitive clit. “Red ones?”

  Aidan returned his laugh with his own, the sound vibrating through McKenzie like a thrumming caress. Oh God, it was making her horny again.

  “Doubt it.” Aidan’s grin curled his lips. “But knowing Kylie Sullivan, they won’t be the standard issue.”

  “Any chance she’s left any toys?”

  Nick’s question, spoken in a gravelly growl, filled McKenzie’s cheek with tingling heat, and sent squirming pressure into her pussy.

  She caught her bottom lip with her teeth, her nipples tight. Yep, she was horny again. So horny her sex throbbed and ached with an insistent, undeniable need.

  Aidan looked down into her face, his thumb rolling little circles over her erect nipples. “Who knows with Kylie? The woman has always been one for surprises.”

  McKenzie gazed back at him, her womb heavy with want. Surprises? Oh Lordy, this whole island had been full of surprises.

  With a gentle pinch on her clit, Nick slipped away and she had to bite back her whimper of dismay at his sudden absence. “Let me see what I can find.”

  McKenzie barely heard him. Not with her blood roaring in her ears. Not with her heart hammering so powerfully. Not with Aidan’s hands stroking and massaging and teasing her breasts.

  Surprises. Like having a threesome with the very guy only a few hours ago she was sure was gay. Like discovering her best friend was more than the platonic mate she’d believed him to be. Like realizing she was in…

  “Are you okay?”

  Aidan’s soft question made her blink. She frowned, pulling away from him a little. “Yes.” Her voice cracked. “Why?”

  He gave her a lopsided smile, the kind that said, bullshit, Wood. “You kinda looked like a rabbit trapped in headlights there for a sec.”

  McKenzie shook her head, her pulse beating fast in her neck. “A little shocked is all. I was planning on writing an award-winning exposé on Nick Blackthorne’s sexual secrets…now I seem to be a part of them.”

  Aidan chuckled, tracing the line of her nose with the tip of one of his fingers. “Maybe he’ll give you an exclusive?”

  “Good idea, Aidan.”

  McKenzie started at Nick’s murmur so close behind her. She turned to him, the sight of his lean, sinewy naked body making her pussy constrict. Damn, he truly was sex and sin and soul. A treble cleft tattoo sat just below his shallow navel, its curled bottom hooking over the root of his shaft. At least, that’s where she assumed it was. She really couldn’t see, seeing as his dick was jutting upright—thick and long and obviously ready.

  “I do have an exclusive for you, McKenzie.” He walked toward her and Aidan. “But later.”

  “Later?” Her voice cracked again.

  He nodded, a slow dip of his head that didn’t break eye contact. “After we find a use for these.” He held up his right hand, showing them the packet o
f condoms, Rough Rider ridged condoms to be precise. “And this.” He cocked an eyebrow as he held up his left hand.

  McKenzie’s mouth went dry. Oh God.

  The glass dildo reflected the muted light of her suite, its long surface covered in subtle dimples, its end a wide, pointed mushroom shape. A small tube of lube rested on Nick’s palm, white and clean, but it was the dildo that made her pulse pound.

  “Now that’s a surprise and a half,” Aidan murmured behind her. “It seems Kylie remembered our conversation about toys last New Year’s Eve, Mack.”

  “I think I like this Kylie friend of yours.” Nick grinned, closing the distance between her and Aidan. He stopped directly before her, just as Aidan’s large body pressed against her back. His grin turned sultry, his eyes holding hers as he lifted the dildo and traced its tip along her bottom lip.

  McKenzie’s breath caught in her throat. She stared up at him, unable to move, even when Aidan’s hands smoothed over her hips, one nestling between her thighs, the other moving up to cup her left breast.

  “She’s definitely not the shy type.” Aidan chuckled, dipping one finger, then another into McKenzie’s sopping folds.

  Who was he talking about? McKenzie couldn’t remember. Her brain didn’t seem to be working anymore.

  Nick traced the tip of the glass dildo over her chin, down the column of her throat. Its cool surface was so smooth it almost felt slick, and a ripple of base lust claimed her. “Tell me about this New Year’s Eve conversation.” Nick circled her right nipple with the dildo’s end. Her nipple distended into a rock-hard peak, the response eliciting a hum of appreciation from the rock star.

  Aidan’s fingers in her pussy wriggled a little deeper, his breath fanning the side of her throat.

  “I told Kylie I wanted to try a glass dildo once,” McKenzie croaked, the simple pleasure of Aidan’s intimate touch and the insane caress of smooth, cool glass on her breast almost stealing her ability to speak. “And Kylie suggested Aidan be the one to…” she faltered.

  “To what, McKenzie?” Nick prompted.

  Behind her, Aidan drew a ragged breath, his erection like a rod of steel pushing at the base of her spine.

  “To use it on me,” she finished on a whisper, her stare fixed on Nick’s piercing grey eyes.

  “What did you do?”

  His question made her cheeks fill with heat. “I laughed.”

  He studied her. “Are you laughing now?”

  All she could do was shake her head. And swallow.

  Without a word, he passed the dildo to Aidan.

  The glass was hard against Aidan’s palm, cool against his flushed flesh. He closed his fingers around its dimpled length, his dick jerking at the somehow carnal contact.

  There was no denying what the object in his hand was designed for—the giving of pleasure.

  Mack’s pleasure.

  His head swam and he ground his teeth, gazing at Nick over the top of McKenzie’s head. He remembered the conversation with Kylie and Mack so very, very well. The second Kylie—not anywhere near as tipsy on champagne as McKenzie—had uttered the suggestion he help his best friend out with her unexpected sexual curiosity, his prick had jumped to aching attention and his heart had slammed into his throat.

  Much like they did now, although he doubted his cock could get any harder than it already was.

  He curled his fingers tighter around the dildo’s dimpled girth, his head swimming some more. From the corner of his eye he saw Nick move, rolling a fresh condom down the length of his erection, but the sight barely registered in his rapture-fogged brain. “Babe…” he murmured against McKenzie’s temple.

  “Oh God, Aidan.” She arched into his fingers still sheathed inside her sweet, wet pussy. “If you don’t fuck me with that now…”

  He didn’t need her to finish.

  Neither it seemed, did Nick.

  With one simple move, the singer scooped McKenzie’s right leg up into the crook of his elbow, spreading her folds wide.

  The heady scent of her musk filled Aidan’s breath, and, impossible as it was, his cock pulsed with fresh blood, growing thicker and longer and harder.

  Jesus, how could he be in this much pain and feel this goddamn good?

  “She is so ready for you, mate.”

  Nick’s low statement speared into his groin. The man was correct—McKenzie’s juices flowed from her spread pussy, coating Aidan’s fingers. He withdrew them from her tight heat, stopping at the swollen nub of her clit. She hissed as he rolled the tiny button of flesh under his fingertips, her hips bucking upward once in a violent thrust. “Aidan…”

  She hadn’t finished calling his name when he slid the glass dildo into her sodden channel. Burying its dimpled length into her.

  “Oh God!” she cried out, her arms reaching up behind her, snaring around his neck and shoulders. “Oh God, yes.”

  He withdrew the dildo a little, McKenzie’s hitching whimpers telling him exactly what those tiny beads all over its length were doing to her, and then plunged it back into her, squeezing her breast and fingering her clit as he did so.

  “Fuck!” The word left her on a breathless scream, followed by nonsensical moans as Nick stepped closer into her spread legs and closed his free hand over her other breast.

  “Tell me how you feel, McKenzie,” Nick commanded, his lips roaming her cheek, her jaw. “Tell me what Aidan is doing to you.”

  She shook her head, her body quivering against Aidan’s, her pussy weeping her pleasure. “I can’t…I can’t…” she panted, clinging tighter to Aidan’s shoulders. The position thrust her breasts upward, a fact he reveled in as he watched Nick capture her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Aidan’s mouth watered, the need to suck on that pebbled form so great he growled.

  “Yes, you can,” Nick ground out, and it was only the raw tone of his voice that told Aidan the man was on a tightrope of control as well. “Tell me how good Aidan is making you feel and he will let you come.”

  “I…” McKenzie’s gasp was barely a word. She pushed her hips upward, riding the dildo as much as Nick’s hold on her leg would let her. Her heart hammered—Aidan could feel its frantic rhythm pound through her body into his. It was an intoxicating beat he felt all the way to his soul.

  “Tell me, babe,” he whispered against her temple. “Please…please, tell me.”

  “Oh God,” she panted, writhing into each thrust and stroke and penetration he made with the glass dick. “Oh God, Aidan, I…you…”

  Nick dipped his head, and Aidan let out a growl of arousal at the sight of the man closing his lips over one of McKenzie’s erect nipples. He saw Nick’s cheeks concave, he heard McKenzie whimper immediately after. His cock jerked some more, so engorged with need it was excruciating.

  “Tell me, Mack.” He slid the dildo in and out of her gripping sex. “Tell me how I make you feel.”

  She bucked, one hand burying in Nick’s hair. “I…” Her voice grew higher. Her breath grew shallower. “I…, oh, Aidan, oh God…I…I…too good…this is…so…”

  He plunged the dildo back inside her, his body on fire. “Oh babe, I need to be inside you now.”

  His declaration tore from his throat.

  “Fuck, so do I,” Nick groaned, lifting his head from her breast. “Will you let us take you both at the same time, McKenzie?”

  Her grip on the back of Aidan’s neck grew fierce. His mouth went dry.

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I want that. I want that so badly.”

  “Aidan’s going to fuck your arse, McKenzie.” Nick’s voice was barely more than a rasping breath. “Aidan’s going to bury that massive dick of his into your tight arse and I’m going to fill you with mine. Is that okay?”

  “Yes,” she moaned, squirming on the dildo impaled in her sex. “Yes.”

  Aidan’s cock throbbed. His ears roared. He withdrew the thick, glass length one last time, pinching her clit as he did so.

  “Oh God, I’m coming,” McKenzie screamed
.

  Warm cream gushed from her pussy, coating his hand, his fingers. She clung to him, to Nick, making nonsensical noises as her climax detonated through her. It poured from her, turning the air to sweet musk, filling the room with the wet sounds of her release.

  He thrust the dildo in once more, his balls full with need, his heart smashing in his chest, and then, unable to control himself any more, he pulled it free of her folds, threw it aside and swiped his drenched fingers from her pussy up to her anus. Spreading her wet pleasure to the tightest opening of her body.

  “Lube?” He flicked Nick a harried look. He was coming undone here. He wouldn’t hold on much longer. He couldn’t—

  Nick held up the tube, and Aidan couldn’t help but note the man had already removed the lid. He lifted his own hand and without a word, Nick squeezed some of the cool, thick liquid onto his fingers. Fingers that trembled when he applied the lubrication to his straining cock.

  “Gonna try to take it slow, Mack.” He pressed his face to the side of her neck. “Gonna try.”

  She shook her head, fisting her hand in the sweat-matted hair at his nape. “Don’t.”

  The command was all it took to push him to the edge. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, dragged his thumb over its tip, painting his already lubricated flesh with his viscous precome, and then pressed it to McKenzie’s cream-slicked anus.

  “Now, Aidan,” she gasped, trembling. “Now.”

  He penetrated her tightness. One ring of muscle, the other, the other. Fighting to go slow. Almost losing. Almost.

  “Oh. My. Fucking. God!” she cried, her spine arching, her nails digging into his scalp. “That feels so fucking good.”

  “As will this,” Aidan heard Nick promise, a second before he saw the man shift his position slightly, his hips rolling upward.

  And then Aidan felt Nick’s cock sink into McKenzie’s pussy. Felt Nick’s cock slide against his through the thin wall of McKenzie’s heat. And then all rational, cohesive thought deserted him and he became a creature of elemental pleasure.

  McKenzie’s name falling from his lips.