by Jodi Redford
Ty frowned as he removed his shoes. “That doesn’t sound like much fun.”
She eyed the glorious flex of his shoulders and somehow managed not to drool on herself. “Oh yeah. Because being treated to the sight of you dripping wet is such a hardship.”
His sinful lips hitching upward at one corner, Ty grasped the rail next to her and leaned down until his mouth hovered near her ear. “I’d rather feel you dripping wet. Against my tongue.”
Her pussy clenched at the promise in his wicked words. Giving a growl, he nipped her bottom lip before straightening. Certain her jaw had dropped into her lap, she snapped her mouth shut and stared at Ty’s delectable backside while he strode to the ladder and swim platform. He offered her a wink over his shoulder before diving into the water with a huge splash.
Gibb stepped in front of her. “Sure you don’t want to come?”
Oh God, did she ever. Probably not the kind of coming he’d been referring to though. “Think I’ll try to get some sun instead.”
“You’ll have better luck on the starboard deck.” Gibb grabbed the cushion from the neighboring seat. “This will be more comfortable than spreading out a towel.”
“Oh, great idea. Thanks.” She reached for the cushion.
Rather than pass it over, he tucked it under his arm and shook his head, his grin playful. “Nuh-uh. We run a full-service operation on this boat. It’s my and Ty’s job to take care of your needs.”
“All of them?” She couldn’t resist tossing in a saucy waggle of her eyebrows.
Gibb ghosted his fingertip along her jaw. “Better believe it. One hundred percent satisfaction guaranteed.”
The smokiness in his gaze and voice spurred a thrilling wantonness through her. God, it was crazy the seductive power he and Ty wielded over her. She craved them in a way she’d never experienced with any other men. And it wasn’t merely a sexual thing. Just being with them filled her with an undiluted happiness that’d been missing from her life for far too long.
And what happens when your two weeks are up and you go back to being miserable and alone? Refusing to dwell on the depressing thought, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed her mouth to Gibb’s. He was all too willing to banish every last trace of negativity from her mind by delving his tongue past her lips and dissolving her bones with a thorough demonstration of his oral skills.
By the time he broke their kiss, her head spun and there was a better-than-decent chance her bikini crotch was soaked. Who needed a dip in the ocean when Gibb was more than skilled at getting her thoroughly wet?
He smoothed a lock of hair behind her ear before resting his forehead against hers and dragging in a labored breath. “I’m dying to taste you all over.”
There was only one answer to a fantastic proposal like that. “Mm, yes, please. Now.”
Gibb nibbled her lip. “Don’t tempt me. Ty would sulk for being left out. Then he’d really be impossible to live with.” He stroked her arm, his intense gaze softening as it tracked the progress of his fingers. “Did you bring any sunblock? I don’t want this pretty skin to get burned.”
His use of the word pretty brought a ridiculous flush of pleasure to her insides. “Yep, but I forgot to grab it from my bag. Hold on, I’ll be right back.” Cinching her beach towel a smidge tighter, she hurried downstairs and fetched the lotion. After deciding to leave her sunglasses behind rather than risk funky tan lines around her eyes, she returned topside and followed the deck to the front of the boat. Gibb was hunkered next to the cushion he’d thoughtfully situated for her. The leisurely way he watched her approach was better than a full-body caress.
Well, maybe not completely better. Lord knows she was dying to feel his hands all over her.
Expecting him to stand and leave her to her sunbathing, she hesitated at the foot of the cushion. He patted the green padding in invitation. “I’ll get your back for you.”
She’d known she’d eventually have to ditch the towel, but she hadn’t expected to do it while her butt was at his eye level. Talk about an up-close-and-personal viewing of her cellulite. On the bright side, at least it guaranteed getting his hands on her sooner rather than later. Blowing out an unsteady breath, she dropped the covering. Gibb took another lazy visual sweep of her body. His attention stalled on the skimpy triangle of material that comprised her bikini bottom before he slowly cruised his gaze upward to meet hers. “C’mere.”
Mesmerized by the huskiness in his voice and the smoldering heat in his eyes, she shuffled forward until she stood directly in front of him. “What about Ty?”
“Screw it. I can live with his damn pouting.” Gibb traced the swell of her hips, his fingers painting sensuous swirls across her skin and causing her legs to wobble. “You’re so damn sexy. A walking wet dream.” He lowered his head, the feathery whisper of his breath stirring against her. A second later, his mouth brushed her skin a scant half inch above the low rise of her bikini. She closed her eyes, her lips parting on a wispy exhalation. Gibb rubbed his cheek and jaw along her tummy, the soft tickle from his beard scruff heightening the sheer bliss of his kisses.
When his tongue rimmed the outside of her belly button, she swayed against him, her limbs the consistency of Jell-O. “Oh God.”
He toyed with the ties securing the bikini bottom, but rather than undo them, he slid his hands from her. “Lie on your stomach.”
Excellent suggestion, considering her legs were two seconds away from buckling. She waited for Gibb to spread the towel on top of the cushion before she cautiously scooched to her knees and stretched forward onto her belly. A click announced he’d uncapped the sunscreen. His hands splayed on her lower back, the coolness of the lotion quickly diminishing beneath the tantalizing warmth of his palms. Delicious tingles rippled through her, and she turned her head to the side, her contented murmur muffled against the crook of her arm.
His skillful fingers coasted higher and a moment later gently tugged on the strings securing her bikini. Her top fell lax beneath her. Without missing a beat, Gibb continued kneading her overheated flesh, his thumbs a brushstroke over the grooves of her spine. Goose bumps followed in the wake of his sweeping caresses. Showing the same boldness he’d displayed with her top, he freed the side ties on her bikini bottom and peeled the fabric down.
A timid breeze wafted over her exposed skin. Excitement and nerves getting the better of her, she tensed. Absolutely no sound came from Gibb. His silence only fed her insecurities and made her agonizingly aware of the fact that her butt—and every other part of her—hadn’t seen the inside of a gym since high school. To make matters worse, her flaws would only be magnified beneath the sun’s harsh, unforgiving glare.
The edge of the cushion shifting along with his movements, he repositioned himself. A second later his teeth nipped her left butt cheek, prompting her surprised squeak. His unexpected action and the husky chuckle that broke from him did wonders in banishing her pesky doubts.
“Sorry, sweetheart. But there was no damn way I could resist when faced with your gorgeous ass.” Gibb’s palms smoothed over both cheeks, distracting her from the unaccustomed endearment accompanying his admission. His mouth followed the path of his fingers, leaving no room for any thought beyond how hot and shivery his kisses made her.
He took his sweet time charting every square inch of her butt with his lips, teeth and tongue. When he coaxed her thighs open and freed the swimsuit completely, she was all too willing to let him do any naughty thing he wanted. His hands bracketed her drenched pussy, both thumbs slicking through her wetness. She moaned, instinctively arching into his grasp.
“Fuck, that’s pretty, baby.” Gibb’s ragged exhalation preceded a leisurely lap along her labia. Eyes crossing from the indescribable pleasure of his soft, wet tongue, she trembled as he made lazy figure eights over her clit before sucking the throbbing nubbin with firm, luxurious pulses, each tug springing a gasp from her and driving her closer and closer to coming.
“Gibb. God.”
“Do y
ou like that?” he breathed against her sensitive flesh.
Speech an impossibility, she settled for a choppy moan instead.
“I want to make you feel incredible, Kay. Give you the best damn orgasm of your life. Then follow it with an even better one.”
She gripped the cushion and shuddered while he licked at her with a devastating skill that blew her mind. “I’d be damned lucky to survive another round at the rate this one is going.”
“The first couple will only be a warm up for number three.”
“Lord have mercy.” Her faint laugh morphed into another shameless groan when Gibb spread her open with his thumbs and worked his tongue inside her.
He ate her like he was savoring his favorite meal, his entire mouth getting in on the act. Plunging his tongue deep, he lightly rolled her clit with the pad of his finger, each slick rotation testing the tension spring on the exquisite pleasure spiral building within her. She trembled, every cell straining toward inevitable climax.
Gibb abruptly halted his feasting. His hands slipped around her waist and gently eased her onto her back. The sight of her wetness glossing his mouth and chin was as fiercely arousing as the combustible glow of desire igniting his gaze. Knowing she was the one responsible for that intense look in his eyes? God. His fingers trailed through her slickness before dipping inside her. She instinctively squeezed her pussy muscles around him, earning his groan.
“Jesus. I want to watch the pleasure crashing across your face when you come, Kay.”
“That makes two of us.”
She and Gibb both jerked their stares in the direction of Ty’s gravelly drawl. He stood near the rail, beads of water dripping down his muscular calves and a prominent erection tenting his swim trunks. The fire in his eyes matched Gibb’s.
“How long have you been standing there?” Gibb demanded.
Ty cocked an eyebrow. “Long enough to be envious that you started lunch without me, sneaky son of a bitch.”
Kayla’s lips twitched. “Um, did you just call me lunch?”
Ty strode toward them, his gait purposeful and slightly predatory. The sinful intent in his eyes added to her conviction that she was a banquet laid out for his and Gibb’s pleasure. Ty dropped to his knees next to her, his focus blazing a slow path along her overheated skin. His visual caress lingered on her breasts before detouring to the valley of her abdomen and then coming to rest between her legs. He studied her with overwhelming intensity, his stare like a physical brand searing deep within her. Already primed from Gibb’s thorough devouring, her pussy clenched, moisture trickling toward the crack of her ass.
“You’re fucking soaked, Kay.” Hunger lent a rough, sexy edge to Ty’s voice. His attention roved to Gibb, and Ty licked his lips before leaning forward and sliding his mouth over Gibb’s. After the brief spell of shock disintegrated from Gibb, he gave in to Ty’s sinful persuasion with a shuddery moan.
Wide-eyed, she took in their lusty, open-mouthed kiss. A hot wave of arousal thrummed through her blood. When Ty’s tongue curled around Gibb’s and both men groaned, the ache in her core intensified a thousand times over. A heady streak of awareness buzzed through her. They weren’t merely kissing. Ty was lapping up her essence via Gibb. “Oh God,” she whispered on a broken breath.
Ty and Gibb abruptly halted their kiss. His grin unrepentant and smoldering, Ty swirled his fingers along her thigh. “Something tells me you liked watching that.”
“You have no idea,” she admitted on a breathless laugh.
With a teasing rerouting of his hand, Ty cupped her pussy, two of his fingers flirting with the inner folds of her labia, barely toeing the line of penetration. “Wrong. I’ve got a real good idea how much you enjoyed it.” His smile suitably devilish, Ty grazed through her wetness, creating a slick sound that backed up his statement. “Maybe almost as much as I’m gonna love seeing Gibb sink his cock inside your sweet little snatch.”
Ty was possibly the only man she knew who could take such a vulgar term and make it sexier than hell. Of course, considering the naughty things he was doing with his fingers, he could recite the alphabet to her and she’d damn well climax.
A ragged exhalation shuttled from Gibb. “Much as I’m on board with your scenario, I don’t have any condoms on me.”
Flashing another grin, Ty fished in the pocket of his swim trunks and pulled out a sealed Trojan packet. “Not gonna lie. I was hoping I might need this, so I grabbed it before we left the dock.” He flipped the condom to Gibb. “You owe me. For life, lucky motherfucker.”
Looking equal parts mystified and intensely relieved, Gibb settled on his haunches and ran his thumb over the edge of the foil. “This is the only condom you have, and you’re giving me the honor of using it? Did you knock your head on the swim ladder earlier?”
“Remember the conversation we had about you not overthinking things? Now would be a good time to employ that idea again. Unless you’d like me to do the honors.” Ty reached for the condom gripped between Gibb’s fingers, and chuckled when Gibb closed his fist around the packet. “Yeah, what I suspected.”
Gibb peered at her, his eyes adopting a hint of worry. “There’s nothing I want more than to be inside you. Right this damn second. But I don’t want to rush you into anything.”
She struggled into a sitting position. Hooking her feet behind Gibb’s ankles, she slipped her arms around his shoulders and met his troubled gaze with a certainty she felt to the marrow of her bones. “Rush me.”
Not waiting for his response, she snuggled closer and kissed him with a bold wantonness that surprised even her. Their isolation in this idyllic place provided a safety net she hadn’t anticipated, allowing her to be totally free and uninhibited. No judgment from the outside world. Her only focus on pleasure.
A shudder rocked through Gibb, and he tunneled his fingers through her hair, the uncontrolled possessiveness in his touch sizzling every nerve ending in her body. Cradling her head with one hand, he returned her kiss with a ravenous hunger that sucked the lingering remnants of oxygen—and sanity—from her brain. His mouth abandoned hers and skated along her neck, unerringly zeroing in on the sensitive spots that made her squirm and pant. He continued moving lower, his bristly jaw a titillating scruff against her collarbone and the slope of her breast. After a lingering swirl of his tongue on her nipple, he drew the pebbled peak within the wet heat of his mouth.
Her gasp sprang free, only to be muffled beneath the coaxing pressure of Ty’s lips a second later. His tongue sought hers, spurring a whimper from her throat. Being the focus of his and Gibb’s sensual onslaught was an intoxicating sensation she could all too easily get addicted to. As if he was determined to keep her well apprised of that fact, Ty slipped his hand between her legs and played with her clit, stoking the fire while Gibb continued lavishing her nipples with decadent, suckling kisses that drove her out of her ever-loving mind.
The orgasm that’d been hovering in the wings rushed center stage with a vengeance. She clutched Gibb’s shoulders, and that hot, intense gaze of his zipped up to meet hers the same instant two of his fingers dipped inside her. Ty’s rhythm on her clit remained unfaltering, a wicked accompaniment to Gibb’s questing strokes. Remembering to breathe became an impossible task. Her entire world was centered between her legs and the fingers driving her toward the breaking point.
“You gonna come for us, darlin’?” Ty’s free hand caressed her breast, the enticing graze of his thumb over her nipple mimicking his motions on her aching clit. “I’m dying to take you over the edge, and I know Gibb is too.”
“I—” The rest of her words lodged in her throat when Gibb found her G-spot and rubbed the over-sensitized nerve center with a persuasive determination that tripped her over the peak. She cried out, her pussy contracting around Gibb’s fingers with strong, fluttery spasms. His mouth suddenly claimed hers, a hot, seeking pressure capturing her broken gasps.
Still pumping those sinful fingers, Gibb scraped his teeth over her bottom lip. �
�I want you to come like this…exactly like this…while I’m deep inside you.” He fumbled one-handed with the fly of his boardshorts, freeing the Velcro closures with an impatient rip. Reluctantly slipping his fingers from inside her, he tugged his waistband down his hips just far enough to release his cock.
She stared at the thick, breath-stealingly erect shaft. “Oh. My.” She licked her lips, but her body seemed to have reserved every ounce of moisture to flood her pussy.
Ty gave a chuffing laugh. “Now you know why I couldn’t keep my damn hands off that monster.”
“Who could blame you?” Sighing, she smoothed a fingertip over the satiny mushroom-shaped cap, spreading the precome pearling from the tiny slit.
A tremor worked through Gibb, and he groaned as she wrapped him fully within her grip and squeezed softly. Silk-covered steel, and so incredibly hot in her hands. She could easily spend all day stroking and caressing him, but Gibb apparently had better plans in store for them. His motions bordering on frantic, he grabbed the condom packet from the cushion and tore it open with his teeth. The second he freed the circle of latex, she snatched it from him with a smile and scooted backward. “I’ve always wanted to try this after having one of my heroines give it a go.”
Steadying herself with one hand braced on Gibb’s thigh, she situated the condom on the head of his cock and used her mouth to slide it down his length. Halfway through the job, his impressive girth forced her to cheat and use her fingers, but triumph filled her nonetheless. She glanced upward and grinned at Gibb’s and Ty’s slack-jawed expressions. “Not bad for an amateur, eh?”
A sexy growl rumbling from him, Gibb tipped her back into Ty’s waiting arms. While Ty cuddled her from behind, Gibb hiked her legs around his waist and skimmed his cock through the wetness drenching her labia. She didn’t know which was more arousing—the feel of Gibb’s swollen cock head kissing over her clit, the smoldering intensity in his eyes as he locked gazes with her, or the featherlight touch of Ty’s fingertips on her nipples the entire time. Regardless, the combination of all three threatened to make her come again before experiencing the pleasure of Gibb’s delectably hard cock filling her to overflowing.
