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

Mason used his stiff dick to draw swirling arches dotted with interspersed whaps of the blunt head on Ty’s abdomen. Finally, with one shaft in each hand, he pressed the two together until he could fist them both at the same time. He choked up, allowing room for his other hand to grasp their straining hard-ons in a matching hold. Above the ring made by his top finger, the furious purple head of his cock nudged the bundle of nerves ringing the base of Ty’s glans.

“Shit, yeah.” Tyler’s head thrashed on the pillow. “Do it, Mason. Jerk us off together.”

Another seductive moan echoed from Lacey’s direction. The slick noise of her fingers burying in her pussy told him all he needed to know. He hadn’t pegged her as a voyeur. Full of surprises, the little minx continued to amaze him.

With a tortuous glide of his palms, he fondled their compressed cocks from base to tip. As he returned his hands to their starting position, Ty’s shaft twitched against his as it released another spurt of milky secretion. Mason’s thumb swiped over the slit to collect the opalescent strand then incorporated it into his escalating motion.

At the pinnacle of every stroke he clenched his hand around the dual heads, making them work to penetrate his fists. When Tyler shuddered beneath his ministrations, their balls bounced together before their fresh sweat adhered their sacs once more.

He smelled the salty evidence of their lust scenting the air. The sweet fragrance added by Lacey blended perfectly. If she wanted a show, he’d give her one.

“Oh, damn. Mason!” Ty’s body clenched beneath him even as his hips began to thrust in perfect counterpoint to the rhythm Mason set, driving his cock harder into Mason’s waiting grasp. “I have to come. Jesus! It feels so good it hurts.”

“That’s right, you’re getting harder in my fist. Show Lacey how much you like this.” He gave a twist of his wrist at just the right moment to ensure he hit Ty’s sweet spot. His lover didn’t stand a chance. His looming eruption guaranteed to rocket Mason off the cliff into orgasm. Nothing in the universe compared to giving Ty and Lacey ultimate satisfaction. It turned him on beyond belief. “Come on, Ty. Come for me. Come for us.”

Normally, he reveled in the moment his come splattered on whatever exposed surface of Tyler’s body he found handy. Today, a new craving fired his blood. Mason hunched his upper body at the same time he aimed their cocks at the center of his chest.

When Tyler saw what he intended, his entire body stiffened. The thick flesh filling Mason’s hands bulged then throbbed. Creamy jets of come flew through the air, landing with surprising force on his chest. The spurt that blasted into his nipple proved to be his undoing.

“Fuck, yes! Ty!” Mason roared as he joined their simultaneous release. More scalding fluid coated his chest before sliding onto his abdomen. The rush of orgasm stole his mind with unrelenting waves of ecstasy. Just when they’d begun to fade, a feminine cry reached through senses saturated with desire.

Tyler groaned, “You’re killing me.” His cock heaved one final burst of sperm then stilled in Mason’s shaking hold. Every muscle in his body turned to mush. He barely managed to throw his weight to the side to avoid crushing Tyler’s bruised ribs when he fell, drained, to his back on the bed between Lacey and Tyler.

Both of his lovers panted as they matched his struggle for breath in the wake of mind-numbing release. As though one person, Tyler and Lacey turned to him in unison. Their tongues lapped at his gooey chest, stealing a taste of their mingled pleasure before meeting in the middle for a soul-stealing kiss. As they explored each other’s mouths, their hands—one tiny and delicate, the other broad and strong—massaged the remaining essence of their loving into him until his skin, and the light fur coating it, gleamed.

Mason lay entranced as he observed the sealing of their lips as though it were a sacred oath. One thing was certain in his blown mind. Nothing could ever come between them again.

A bond this powerful could never be broken.

Lacey monitored the even breathing of her men from her resting place on the left side of Mason’s chest. Her head lay over his heart, which beat slow and steady. Curled on the other side of their lover, Tyler mirrored her position. Mason had flung a burly arm around each of their waists, tying the unit together.

After sleeping all day, she couldn’t stand to close her eyes again. Instead, she preferred observing the way Mason’s fingers tightened to ensure they stayed nearby and the peaceful smile gracing Tyler’s handsome face. She’d easily been staring at the pair of them for an hour after the brief nap she’d stolen in the wake of her orgasm.

It would be easy to forget the horrific events of the past week when faced with paradise but fate obviously hadn’t gotten the memo regarding their vacation from reality. The muted buzz of a vibrating cell phone caused Tyler to bolt upright. His left hand flew to the purple discoloration on his ribs as he fished around on the floor for Mason’s discarded jeans with his right hand.

“Yo? Nah, this is Lambert. What’s up?”

Mason dislodged her when he slid his legs off the far edge of the mattress. The guys sat side by side with the phone between them, close enough that their spread thighs touched, sharing whatever news the caller had. While their backs were turned, Lacey gave her head an exploratory shake.

No dizziness.

With as much stealth as she could manage, she crawled behind the pair in an attempt to eavesdrop but all she caught was Ty’s sharp intake accompanied by Mason’s pungent curse before they flipped the phone closed to end the call. Tyler’s longer hair stuck up in stylish disarray only a man could manage without effort. She reached her hands