Night Is Darkest by Jayne Rylon (books recommended by bts .TXT) 📕

“I want to see you suck her tits.” The request came out more like a demand. “Show me what she likes.”

He molded her breast upward, feeding her nipple into Ty’s seeking mouth as the other man ducked his head. When his suckling sent shocks of electricity up her spine, his hands directed her hips in concentrated swirls. Mason encircled her throat with light pressure from his fingers then tipped her head back so he could monitor her expression.

“Mmm, yes, doll. You like that.” His thumb tickled her cheek. “Let’s try it a little harder and see if that’s better for you, okay?”

She moaned in response to his rhetorical question when Ty followed his lead, pulling the tip of her breast into his mouth. Her spine arched to the limit of her flexibility as she fought to make him take her nipple deeper.

The sensation combined with the blunt pressure of his cock bumping her clit as she humped him until she came precariously close to tumbling over the edge of ecstasy into orgasm.

“Enough.” Mason tugged her away, her nipple leaving Ty’s mouth with a slurp. “I don’t want you to come yet. Not until I tell you, do you understand?”

She struggled to catch her breath, never mind answer him. In response to her silence, Mason covered her back and slid them to the other side of the bed. Pinned beneath his solid weight, she fought instinctive panic for a moment. As soon as it hit her, Ty appeared beside her, his face even with hers against the mattress. The pressure on her shoulders didn’t shift but she no longer felt alone.

“Look into my eyes, little one.” Desire electrified the green until they burned like lasers. “He’s not going to hurt you. This is Mason. But he’s dominant through and through. When he asks you a question, you’ll need to answer him or he goes a little caveman.”

Tyler took her fingers where they rested against the sheet and nibbled the tips. All the while, Mason kept her still, letting her adjust to his presence. The rough, uneven cadence of his breathing billowed her hair as his cock throbbed against her ass and lower back in time to his racing heartbeat.

“Still okay?” Ty sucked on her finger as he waited for her to confirm.

Lacey nodded, the motion rubbing her hair against Mason’s chest, communicating her assent to both men. In a flash, Mason dropped lower, testing her. Instead of fighting, she went still. She absorbed his heat and the security of being held so close by someone she trusted.

“Very good, doll.” His approval heightened her pleasure. “Now, let’s try this again. I want you to tell us when you’re about to get off. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.” She wasn’t being facetious. The appellation slipped from her lips natural as could be.

Mason’s response was instantaneous. He kept her tucked against his chest when he rolled to his back then situated himself so he sat with his shoulders braced against the headboard. Lacey reclined in his lap with her shoulders cradled on his chest. One of his arms rested just below her breasts while the other hand wandered over her tummy to her mound. When his fingers encountered the drenched lace, teasing the engorged flesh below it, she cried out but instincts urged her to let them have their way.

“Ty, get rid of those panties so we can show her how we reward good girls.”

Tyler’s fingers skimmed her hips, tucking under the bands at the side of her thong. She lifted her ass to give him room to ease the material along her thighs. Bare to their perusal, she shifted self-consciously.

Mason’s cock jerked in the cushion of her ass. It glided through the combination of their clean sweat and his slippery arousal. He tweaked her nipple, adding to her sweet torture. “Stay still.”

Then, in one motion, he tucked his knees between hers, spread his thighs wide and propped his feet on the mattress so his knees bent, pinning her legs in the valley made by his thighs and torso. At the foot of the bed, Ty moaned as he enjoyed the view from his perfect perspective.

With his lower hand, Mason toyed with her exposed pussy. He ran his fingers along the ridges of her slit until he teased her clit with the very tip of one digit. In her ear, he whispered, “Look at how much Tyler wants to taste you. Do you see how hard his cock is?”

She whimpered, the only response she could force past the longing choking her.

“Should we let him play?”

Ty observed their exchange from his position, unmoving. He had surrendered control to Mason as surely as she had. The knowledge caused her pussy to spasm, pushing more of her arousal onto her exposed vulva and Mason’s fingers.

“Hmmm… I think so, too.”

She nearly cried in relief.

“I want to watch him eat your pretty pussy. Get over here, Tyler.”

Lacey tracked the captivating progress he made as he lunged between their entangled limbs. For a moment, it looked as though he intended to lick her honey from Mason’s glistening fingers but her captor removed them at the last second. Instead, Ty’s amazing tongue flicked over her labia in the spot Mason’s hand had rested moments before.

A decadent vision of Ty servicing Mason overran her imagination. The proximity of his mouth to the other man’s straining cock and tight sac only encouraged her fantasy.

An intense wave of desire wracked her body with shudders. Ty groaned and ingested the new evidence of her pleasure. Together, she and Mason watched as Ty lapped every last drop from her rosy skin. He twirled his tongue around her clit until his chin and lips turned glossy.

“I want to know what you taste like.” Mason’s chest heaved, puffing out her breasts. The tension in his muscles kept them tight enough to shatter beneath her. She