Tiny Dancer(Divine Creek Ranch 13)(47)

In a stunningly sinuous move, she arched back, planting her hands on the floor and lifting her legs over her head. She did the splits, clad in nothing but the fishnet stockings, and then completed the backflip and flicked her hair. She twirled then undulated in a way that made Quinten’s tongue want to hang out of his mouth. Crouching down, she lifted her ass until her legs were straight, showing them an enticing, shadowed view of her glistening pussy, and slowly, torturously slid the top of each stocking down until she had them both off, one leg at a time.

The song had replayed twice by the time she was done, and her body glistened with perspiration as she came to them and draped a stocking over each of their shoulders. She circled them both and surprised Quinten by hopping onto his lap, perching on her shins on his thighs as she drew his head to her breasts.

As she’d danced around them, her woman’s scent, the fragrance of her arousal, had woven a spell over him, intoxicating him. He took advantage of the opportunity to hungrily kiss her breasts and show his appreciation. She kissed him once then slipped from his lap to Ben’s and rose up so that Ben could press kisses to her abdomen. Raising her arms over her head, she writhed with the rhythm of the song, moving as though they were fucking. As the song faded, she kissed him and slipped from his lap to switch off the stereo.

For a couple of seconds, the only sound in the room was her heavy breathing. Then Quinten and Ben both moved as a unit, closing in on her as she smiled up at them. Ben wrapped his arms around her and lifted her to his lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and Quinten could scent her arousal. He moved behind her and drew her hair from her shoulder to kiss her flushed throat as she tilted her head back for him.

Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined this relationship progressing like this. The look in her eyes had both his cock and his heart throbbing. Her fearlessness made him want to give her anything she asked him for.

In the quiet of the room, Ben muttered, “I don’t know what we did to deserve you.”





Chapter Ten




Camilla laid a luxurious kiss on Ben that was hot as hell and made Quinten want to adjourn to the nearest comfortable horizontal surface as he trailed his hand down her back. She shuddered as he continued lower, skimming her cleft and finding her cunt juicy with her honey.

“I wanted to make you happy, Ben. Cheer you up after being interrupted this morning.”

Ben chuckled deeply. “You succeeded, sugar.”

“You and Quinten are wearing too many clothes. I would’ve had you both undress before starting, but I didn’t know if you’d think it was weird.”

Quinten kissed her shoulder and replied, “Baby, all you have to do is ask next time.”

The thought of a lap dance with the three of them bare-assed naked made his cock stand up even straighter and harder.

Quinten blew out all the candles, and then the three of them went into the bedroom and on through to the bathroom, where a fragrant tub of bubbles waited. Camilla had dimmed the lights before leaving the room earlier so that the bathroom was illuminated in flickering candlelight.

Both men stripped, and then Ben lifted her into his arms, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. She grinned, understanding what he wanted, and locked her ankles behind his back. Quinten watched as Ben climbed into the tub, sat on the wide edge, and lifted her hips, easily impaling her on his condom-covered cock. She arched her back a little and her pleased cry inspired a deep ache in his cock. Quinten climbed into the tub and took a seat where he could play voyeur as they moved together.

After a minute, Camilla whispered, “I can’t move the way I want to, Ben. Help me.” Ben lifted her off his raging hard-on with little effort and then lowered her again after she folded her knees so she had leverage on her shins. “Much better!” she said with a giggle as she looked back at Quinten. “And now Quinten can see better too.”

Ben chuckled. “I think our tiny dancer is an exhibitionist.”

Camilla’s enjoyment was evident in her tone as she replied, “What gave you that idea?” She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he buried his face in her breasts and groaned happily. She pumped up and down in a sensual rhythm, taking his cock inside her over and over and softly mewing her pleasure.

A wave of heat raced through him as he watched Ben’s cock, glistening with her juices, disappear inside her cunt over and over. He could nearly feel her tight heat wrapped around him as he stroked his erection.

Camilla whispered, “I love your cock so much, Ben. So big and thick.” She leaned back and beckoned Quinten to come closer. He rose from the water, his own erection jutting out demanding her attention. “I don’t want you to feel left out, Quinten. You’re awfully quiet back there.”