She might as well be talking to the sand for all the good it did. Ice wasn’t listening. He turned her direction only long enough to put a finger over her lips before tugging her deeper into the shadows alongside a cabana. He stopped at the edge of the wooden structure, reached back, and pulled her flush against him. Her entire body softened and melted into the rigid wall of muscle. Too bad their clothes were in the way. She’d enjoy the position much more if they were skin to skin.
“Harder. Fuck me harder,” a woman panted.
A man grunted, and she heard the distinct sound of naked bodies slapping together. The thrum of arousal that had filled her since walking into the bar and seeing Ice took an express elevator straight to full-blown lust. Her breasts swelled, areolas puckering as her nipples hardened, heat pooled in her abdomen, and moisture dampened her panties.
Between the solid wood of the cabana and firm wall of man, Syn couldn’t see. But Ice could, dammit. “If we’re going to be voyeurs, let me see,” she complained.
The fingers digging into her hip released their fierce grip while still holding her pressed against him. Syn shifted toward his side, gritting her teeth at the friction created as her nipples slowly slid along his torso. By the time she slipped under his arm with her front molded to Ice’s side, she panted for breath right along with the other woman.
She glanced toward the sounds and felt her feet become rooted to the spot while her head called for immediate action. They shouldn’t be watching this very intimate, private moment. Not that she could walk away on legs that had suddenly turned boneless or with feet that refused to obey. Like rubberneckers passing a horrific crash, she could not look away.
The erotic tableau before her sent Syn into a thermonuclear meltdown. Her blood heated, soaring through her veins, roaring in her ears. A man stood gloriously nude in the moonlight and glow from a security light, staring down at the woman who knelt before him, blonde head bobbing as she sucked his cock. His hands were tangled in her hair, guiding her movements and his hips kept a steady rhythm, fucking her eager mouth. A second man knelt behind the lucky woman, grasping her small breasts in his hands, rolling her nipples between his fingers as he fucked her from behind.
Holy hot naked beach blanket ménage, Batman.
The two men worked as a team, timing their thrusts in a rapid, steady tempo. Each forward plunge from the man behind her drove the woman onto the cock shuttling between her lips. In turn, the cock in her mouth propelled her backward, impaling her pussy on the other large shaft. Back and forth, her body strung tighter than a bow, nearing the snapping point.
Syn was on fire. Parting her legs, she ground her neglected pussy against Ice’s jean-clad hip at the same pace the trio set. With each breath, her aching nipples grazed his torso, creating delicious friction that sent electric fingers of sensation arrowing toward her hot, wet, and erect clit.
The woman whimpered, and Syn bit the inside of her cheek so she didn’t echo the sensual sound. She shared the woman’s building need to orgasm.
Ice remained a motionless wall of muscle as he raptly watched the trio, barely seeming to breathe. She had no idea how he could hold so completely still and not buck his hips as she trailed her fingers down his abdomen and over his jeans to massage his straining erection.
She wanted all that hard thick length pounding into her, possessing her as the two men possessed the woman, filling her body with his. Wanted it more than her next breath but hell if she’d walk away before the grand finale.
Shamelessly grinding herself against Ice, she anxiously watched the three lovers. Any moment now, one or more would succumb to the pleasure, unwittingly sharing the blissful moment.
As one the trio began moving faster, their sounds of pleasure rose, carried away on the gentle breeze, moving ever closer to culmination. Syn felt a connection to them, a shared determination to reach a common goal. She longed to see their faces in the grips of pleasure as climax raced through their sweat-dampened bodies.
Her own overheated flesh careened at breakneck speeds toward the pinnacle. Her clit throbbed in time with her rapid pulse, the abrading friction of cloth over the straining nub causing the walls of her empty pussy to spasm.
Struggling to suppress the moan that welled up in her throat, her gaze slid from the wet cock pounding into the woman’s pussy to the nipples receiving delightful attention to the cock she hungrily sucked with hollowed cheeks, up the rigid male torso to land on a blazing set of dark eyes focused directly on her.
As she greedily drank in the vision of their joined pleasure, he did the same, devouring hers.
“Come with us.”
She had no trouble reading his lips. Us. He’d mouthed us. Her gaze shot to the kneeling lovers, and sure enough, all three watched her as she watched them.