He flattened his palms to her upper thighs, his thumbs tracing circles over her flesh. His tongue and teeth and mouth tormented her nipple, the suckling pressure growing fiercer. Behind her, Marc kneaded her breasts, his mouth exploring the side of her neck, her jaw. His tongue swiped into the shell of her ear before he captured her lobe with his teeth.
She hissed at the shard of pleasurable pain the bite awoke, bucking her hips forward.
Keith took advantage of her shift, his thumb grazing the seam of her sex.
“Oh,” she panted, rolling her head. The sun beat against her closed eyelids. The water lapped against her skin. Her senses were in overdrive, her body more aware of every caress, every touch, than she could fathom.
When Keith dipped his thumb into her pussy, she gasped.
When Marc pinched her nipple, she begged for more.
“Fuck, I want to be inside you,” he groaned against her throat.
She whimpered, Keith’s thumb inside her heat, his sucking mouth on her nipple, denying her the ability to form words.
Or perhaps it was Marc’s cock grinding against her butt. His hands massaging her breasts.
“Do you want me inside you too, Harper?” His murmur stroked her pleasure. “Do you want my fingers in your cunt?”
She nodded, fisting her hands tighter in his hair even as she spread her thighs wider, aching for Keith’s penetrations.
With a low groan, Marc smoothed one hand down her rib cage, into the water, over her belly. His fingers combed through her pubic hair, a distant part of Harper’s mind glad for the fact she’d thought to wax before her trip. And then that thought evaporated as Marc’s fingers found her clit in the cool water.
Found it. Teased it.
“Oh God!” Harper bucked again. She couldn’t stop herself.
On her violent thrash, Marc delved past her folds. His finger joined Keith’s inside her.
“Oh God!”
“So tight,” he rasped, wriggling his finger deeper. “So tight.”
“O-oh G…oh God,” she moaned, rolling her head side-to-side. Their penetrations grew faster. Marc’s hand, still cupping her breast for Keith’s suckling mouth, grew firmer. His cock ground harder into the crevice of her ass cheeks.
“So fucking tight and hot,” he murmured.
Keith moved again, straightening from his semi-crouch, his mouth journeying up to her throat as his thumb stroked her inner walls in harmony with Marc’s finger. “Come for us, darl’,” he whispered in her ear, his lips a warm caress on her flesh. “Come for us.”
The soles of Harper’s feet tingled. So did the base of her spine. Every time Keith and Marc moved inside her, every time they touched the sweet spot, pleasure flooded her. Took her. She could barely draw breath.
Her head spun. Her belly knotted.
When Keith slipped his thumb from her folds, rolling it over her clit, she cried out, tugging on Marc’s hair. Holding him as she ground her sex harder against their hands.
“That’s it, darl’.” Keith tormented her clit, his lips on her ear. The head of his cock nudged her thigh. A tremble shuddered through him. “That’s it. Don’t hold back. Come for us.”
“Come for us, Harper.” Marc echoed his friend’s instruction, wriggling his finger deeper and deeper inside her. “Scream when you do. Let Farpoint hear your pleasure. Let it—”
She cried out, her release detonating with such ferocity any hope of controlling herself was lost. Her pussy pulsed around Marc’s finger. Her head lolled back on his shoulder. Her legs wobbled.
“That’s it,” Keith groaned, his voice strained. “That’s it.”
“Fuck, Blue.” Marc’s voice was equally tight. “I want to taste her. Now.”
The words made Harper’s stomach clench. Her heart thumped faster. As she rode the crest of her orgasm, as her body succumbed to the rapture of her climax, her mind rushed ahead…placing her on the ground beside the billabong, her legs spread, Marc’s face buried between her thighs, his tongue sliding into her sex, over her—
She came again.
Just as Keith moved in the water, dropping into a crouch, his arms around her hips, his shoulder pressing to her belly.
He hauled her out of the water. Spun around and carried her over his shoulder to the water’s edge. Marc followed, his gaze holding Harper prisoner, his finger—the one a moment ago buried within her cunt—in his mouth.
She tasted salty and sweet all at once. It drove Marc crazy. His balls throbbed, the pressure of his impending eruption turning them hard. The sight of Keith carrying Harper over his shoulder stirred something utterly primitive inside him.
The urge to snare the damp curtain of her hair in a tight fist surged through him. The need to claim her made his cock spasm.
“Hurry the fuck up, Blue,” he demanded. “Or I’ll fuck her with my mouth while you carry her.”
Harper’s eyes widened. Her lips parted slightly. Lengthening his stride, the water now pulling around his knees, Marc drew closer, slipping his finger into her mouth. “Can you taste yourself?”
She closed her lips around his finger and sucked.
Blood flooded his cock. He withdrew his finger from her mouth, sliding it back into his. His cock jerked.
Before he could fist his hand in her hair, Keith stopped. Without a sound, he lowered her to the lush grass on the billabong’s edge. Marc watched, his breath shallow.
There it was again. That primitive rush of carnal lust at the sight of his best mate handling her, touching her. Not threatened jealousy, not intimidated uncertainty. Elemental rapture and arousal.
It told Marc that what they were doing, what he’d wanted to do with Keith for many years, was right. So right.
He’d never been more turned-on than he was now. Watching Keith carry Harper as if she were their property, laying her out on the ground…
Fuck, he could come right now just at the thought.
But he didn’t. Dropping to his knees, he pressed his palms high on her inner thighs and shoved her legs wide.
She gasped, and then moaned when he plunged his tongue into her cunt.
She tasted like musk and clean water, her flesh still cool from the billabong. He dragged his tongue up over her clit, licking away the beads of water on her mound.
“Fuck me, that’s horny.”
Keith’s groan lifted Marc’s head. He grinned at his best mate, replacing his tongue on Harper’s sex with a slowly stroking thumb. “You’re tellin’ me, mate. I’m about five seconds away from bursting.”
He returned his mouth to Harper’s sex, sliding his tongue over her clit. A tremble rocked through her, accompanied by a hitching breath. The sound sent hot pressure into Marc’s cock. He didn’t need to run his hand over its crown to know pre-come leaked from the slit there. It was only sheer bloody control that stopped him rising up onto his knees, yanking Harper’s arse off the ground and burying his dick in her sweet wet pussy up to his balls.
He’d never wanted to fuck a woman so much.
“Oh God, Marc,” Harper’s moan lashed at his resolve, “k-k…keep doing that. Oh yeah, keep…holy fuck, Keith. Yes!”
Marc lifted his head, a raw growl tearing at his throat at the sight of his best mate sucking on Harper’s right breast. Keith’s mouth wrapped her nipple, his cheeks concave, his eyes closed. He knelt beside her, one hand flat on her belly, the other cupping the very breast he now feasted upon.
Tendrils of hair hung over his forehead, dark copper-blond with water. It was so rare to see Blue without his hat that for a surreal moment, Marc wondered why Keith hadn’t returned it to his head before claiming Harper’s nipple. And then the scent of Harper’s desire slipped into Marc’s nostrils and the thought of Keith Munroe’s hat was the last thing on his mind.
He lowered his head to Harper’s spread folds and laved his tongue over her clit, flicking it, teasing it, painting it with his saliva in quick, frenzied strokes.
“O-oh…oh…!”
A hand s
lipped past Marc’s lips. He raised his head enough to let Keith’s fingers part Harper’s folds. Her clit peaked out at him between his best mate’s knuckles, framed by Keith’s strong fingers.
He reveled in the unfettered whimpers of pleasure sounding in Harper’s throat. When Keith parted her folds more, Marc flicked his tongue over her clit once again, pressing his palms high on her inner thighs.
She ceded to his touch, spreading her legs wider.
Keith withdrew his fingers. Marc watched his best mate smooth his hand up Harper’s belly, her glistening juices on his fingers a testament to her response to them both.
Unable not to, he followed the path of Keith’s fingers with his tongue, licking Harper’s musk from her flesh.
Keith drew a trail over her ribs, a path Marc journeyed with growing need. He knew where his friend was taking him. To Harper’s breast.
He went willingly.
Raising his head, he watched Keith circle her left nipple with the two fingers so recently buried within her slick walls. Marc’s mouth watered. His cock throbbed. He shot his best mate a quick look. “Mind if I…?”
Keith’s blue eyes burned. “Go for it.”
Marc flicked the tip of his tongue over Harper’s nipple.
She gasped his name, her fingers tangling in his hair.
“Suck it, Thomo,” Keith ordered on a murmur.
He did, drawing Harper’s nipple deep into his mouth.
She bowed beneath him, her fist bunching tighter in his hair. And then she gasped again, louder this time. “Oh God…yes…yes.”
Without removing his mouth from her breast, Marc opened his eyes.
Keith was suckling Harper’s other nipple, his calloused hand holding the creamy swell of her breast with tender care.
As before, the sight of his best friend worshiping Harper’s body sent electricity straight to Marc’s cock. It throbbed with need. His balls ached. With a groan, he closed his eyes on the erotic sight, knowing if he watched any longer his control would be shot. He didn’t want to rush this. He wanted to make Harper come over and over again before releasing his own orgasm. He wanted to witness Keith’s rapture as well.
He’d imagined sharing a woman with the other man for so long, now that it was a reality, he didn’t want to end it by shooting his load.
Besides, Harper’s flesh in his mouth, the scent of her juices still lingering on his lips, her moans caressing his ears…he could stay nourished on those things alone for a lifetime. Just knowing he was sharing them with Keith.
Shifting his weight, he slid his hand down to her pussy. He fingered her clit, reveling in the way she panted at his touch. Her nails scraped at his scalp. He moaned around her nipple, sucking its puckered form deep into his mouth.
“I…oh man, this…” Harper’s rasping breath sounded in the peaceful quiet of the billabong. “I can’t…oh man…”
Fingers brushed Marc’s, strong and determined. Without opening his eyes, he knew they belonged to Keith. His friend parted Harper’s folds, once again granting Marc greater access to her clit.
He liked the way Keith worked. Still suckling her breast, he rolled his finger over and over the tiny button of flesh.
“Oh, oh God…I’m going to…” Harper’s fist turned painful in his hair, sending hot pleasure into his groin. “I’m going to…”
Marc knew Keith had moved when his hand was shoved away from Harper’s sex. He didn’t mind at all. He’d already tasted Harper’s pleasure. It was only fair Keith did as well. Continuing to feast on her breast, he turned his gaze on his best friend.
Keith’s face was buried between Harper’s thighs, his eyes closed, his hands flat on her knees, holding her legs wide.
“Oh God, I…I…” Harper cried, her hips bucking upward. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.
The thought surged through Marc a heartbeat before the pressure in his balls turned explosive. He shot to his feet, wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped.
Twice.
That was all it took. Two strangling pumps of his hand and he came.
His toes curled in the soft grass as he ground his teeth and threw back his head. His seed spurted from his dick like a searing geyser that arced up away from his body.
Harper’s gasp snapped his eyes open and he jerked his stare to her, his hand still working his cock. His come splashed her breasts, white ropes of ejaculate that dribbled over her flesh.
“Shit, love,” he burst out, staggering back a step. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”
Harper shook her head, her eyes heavy lidded, her lips parted, her breasts heaving. “Don’t…apologize,” she panted. By the hitching of her voice, by the way her hips bucked toward Keith’s mouth, she was still under the throes of her climax. “Don’t… Oh fuuuuck!” She thrashed on the ground, taken by another orgasm.
Between her thighs, Keith moaned, the raw sound muffled by her pussy.
“Oh God, Keith,” Harper panted, her hands seeking his hair. “I can’t…anymore…I can’t…oh yes, fuck yes!”
Marc watched her come again, his spent dick twitching.
A long moment later, Keith rose from between her thighs, settling back onto his knees, his lips and chin glistening with her release. “Bloody hell, Thomo.” His stare moved over Harper’s chest, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You got anything left in that sac of yours?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Marc rolled his eyes. “Just cause you’re Superman.” He crouched down, slid his arms under Harper’s back and knees and straightened to his feet. “Let’s take a bath, love.”
Harper wrapped her arms around his shoulder as he began walking. “In that freezing water again? I don’t think—”
He didn’t let her finish. Four steps into the billabong, he dropped, taking her under the surface with him.
They both resurfaced laughing, Harper clinging to him, water streaming down her face, her shoulder, over her now-clean breasts.
“All right, you two,” Keith yelled from the bank, “we gotta go. Hazel’s expecting Harper back for dinner and I don’t think she’d be happy with a drippy American sitting at the table, do you?”
Letting Harper slip from his arms, Marc turned back to his best mate. His chest tightened, the fact Keith hadn’t gotten off yet not lost on him. He’d always suspected Blue had phenomenal staying power and control. The Outback was a bloody big place but that didn’t stop talk reducing it to the size of a postage stamp. Talk that made its way back to Farpoint with the young jackaroos after a day trip to town. More than one woman in Cobar had proclaimed Keith Munroe to be the best lover she’d ever had and, after watching him with Harper, Marc didn’t doubt it.
“You don’t want…” Harper’s voice faded away. Marc looked at her, finding her chewing her bottom lip, her stare on Keith. Obviously the fact he was the only one yet to come hadn’t been lost on her either.
“Later, darl’.” Keith’s answer was low, a vow Marc didn’t miss in his words. “I promise.”
With a slight nod and a quick glance at Marc, Harper dunked back under the water.
Marc gave his best friend a quizzical look.
“You sure, Blue?”
Keith grinned. “Sure.”
He was walking back to the ute by the time Harper resurfaced, pausing only to scoop his hat up from where he’d tossed it earlier and place it back on his head.
“Ladies and gentleman,” Marc said, smirking at his mate’s back, “may I introduce Keith Munroe, the naked stockman.”
Keith flipped him the bird without turning or slowing down.
Ten minutes later, all three were dressed and in the ute. Marc sat in the back with Harper, his arm draped around her shoulder as Keith started the engine.
She sat silently beside him, her teeth still playing with her bottom lip, her eyes hidden by dark sunglasses.
He gave her a gentle nudge. “You okay, love?”
“Yeah. Just trying to…comprehend what we
did.”
Marc’s gut knotted but he forced his expression, his body, to stay relaxed. “You regretting it?”
For an answer, Harper leaned toward him and brushed her lips over his. “No. Not one little bit. Just thinking about who I am now. What this means. You may not believe it, given how brazen I was back there, but I’m not exactly…experienced. I’ve led a sheltered life. If it wasn’t for Amy, I never would have found the courage to leave Chicago, let alone…” Her cheeks blushed a delightful pink and she rolled her eyes, ducking her head. “Well, you know…what we did.”
Marc held her closer as Keith navigated the old dirt road back toward Farpoint’s homestead. “Love, by the time you go back home, I suspect ‘well, you know, what we did’ will have happened many more times. And I’m glad you found the courage to come to Australia. I’m pretty certain if it wasn’t for you and the way you affected both me and Keith, ‘well, you know, what we did’ wouldn’t have happened with any other woman. It was intense. Especially when you consider you’re…” He paused, unsure how to continue.
She frowned. “What?”
He cleared his throat. “A lesbian.”
Harper’s eyebrows shot up. “I’m a what?”
A fast beat thumped into life in Marc’s head. He narrowed his eyes, studying her. Fuck, he was going to kill Big Mac.
“Seeing as I’m a what?” Harper repeated, clearly trying not to laugh.
He bit back a growl. “Bloody Ronald MacNamara told Blue and I you were a lesbian. Said trying to kiss you was a waste of time.”
Harper blinked at him. “I think I’d like to have a word with Ronnie.”
Marc snorted. “Get in line, love. We shoulda known he’d pull a stunt like that. He’s been out for revenge ever since I—” He stopped abruptly. “Well, let’s just say we don’t get along and leave it at that.”
Curiosity flittered across Harper’s face.
Marc chuckled. “Nothing too terrible. I didn’t think so anyway. But now that I know you’re definitely not a lesbian, and you know Blue and I definitely aren’t gay, we can put Big Mac’s stupid pranks behind us and get on with doing lots more ‘well, you know, what we did’.” He grinned. “How’s that sound?”
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