Tiny Dancer [Divine Creek Ranch 13] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (18 page)

“Fuck, yeah,” he muttered as she flitted off his lap and then put the toe of her pointed boot on the seat of his chair, perilously close to his nuts. She unzipped the boot slowly, pulling his head forward so that he could kiss her inner thigh. He lowered the zipper the rest of the way and held it as she gracefully slipped her foot from it then turned and landed in Ben’s arms and lifted the other leg high in the air and tugged his face close so he could kiss the flesh that was revealed as she lowered the zipper tab. She slipped her foot from the boot and left it in his hand as she rose from his lap.

She returned to Quinten, and this time she faced him as she climbed into his lap and smiled temptingly at him. She planted her sweet little ass right on his cock and pressed her breasts against his chest as she ground on him and gave him the best lap dance he’d ever had. She held on to his neck and gyrated until tingles signaled a warning in his balls. He clenched his jaw to get his libido under control, all the while roaming his hands over her bare ass cheeks. She rose gracefully, leaned close, and kissed him, looking directly in his eyes, and returned to Ben.

This time Ben was ready for her and ran his hands all over her ass and up and down her back as she undulated against him, planting his face between her breasts as she continued to move to the beat. She shimmied for him and ground on his crotch until he looked like he was in similar shape to Quinten.

She stood from his lap in a fluid move, turned her back, and released the hidden closure on the lacy top. Looking back at them with a teasing gaze, she shrugged her shoulders so it fell to the floor, and she kicked it at them, catching Ben on his shoulder. She turned in a graceful move, showing them her utterly sexy, full breasts, and stroked them in a singularly erotic movement that made Quinten forget to breathe. Sliding one hand down, she hooked the waist of her G-string with her thumb and rolled her hips, turning to show them her ass as the G-string slid down her thighs and then fell around her ankles. She picked it up, and without looking, she shot it behind her and hit Quinten with the soft wisp of fabric right in the crotch.

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.”

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.”

“I’m enjoying the view, sexy mama.” He pressed kisses to her shoulders and her back as she kept pumping on Ben’s cock. “I love watching you in action. You move like my wildest fantasies, baby.”

“You liked my dance?”

Ben groaned loudly as he thrust against her. “Very much, sugar. You’re hotter than hell.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Quinten murmured as he poured a tiny bit of the lubricant onto his fingers, blessing whoever had the forethought to place it on the edge of the tub. She shuddered mildly as he stroked the slick substance over her little asshole and massaged the quivering ring of muscle.

“Oh, Quinten. I’m on fire.”

“All over?” he asked as he kissed her shoulder. “I can’t wait to slide my cock into this tight little ass. I want you so much here.” He applied a little more pressure as she undulated on Ben’s cock and enjoyed the soft, delighted sound she made as his fingertip breached her rim. She slowed her up-and-down movements, pushing back against his fingers.

“You want my cock here, don’t you?”

Camilla laid her head against Ben’s shoulder and looked back at him, pleading in her eyes. Quinten smiled at her, wanting to give her whatever she needed but unwilling to rush their exploration of each other. Ben reached between them and found her clit, judging by her moan. Quinten withdrew his fingertip and pressed against her anus with two fingers. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and she bit her lip as her movements became wilder and stronger.

“Fuck me. Fuck me, please!”

Ben gripped her hips firmly and guided her up-and-down movements. “Yes, sugar. I love fucking you so much. That’s right.”

She sat upright, and Quinten felt triumphant
for
her as he watched her take her pleasure. Ben rubbed her clit as Quinten stroked in and out of her back opening with each thrust. She gave a wild cry as her ass clenched on his fingers, and then she ground down tight against Ben and screamed as her orgasm hit her so hard tears leaked from behind her tightly shut eyelids.

“Yes! Oh, yes!”

Ben groaned as he held on to her, breathing raggedly as he thrust one last time and stilled, a deep, primal rumble coming from his chest, signaling his pleasure in release. Quinten slid his fingers from her ass, and she looked at him and breathlessly said, “As soon as I can move, I want your big cock in my ass, baby.”

“You sure you’re up to it?”

The smile of a seductive temptress graced her lips, and she glanced down at his throbbing erection. “I’m up to it if you’re up to it.”

Quinten counted himself as one of the good guys and wanted to go easy on her, but if she was demanding his cock in her ass, then she damn sure was going to get it. Definitely fearless, considering how big and hard she made him.

The little vixen gazed at him with pouty red lips and sultry eyes, and he was confronted by a truth. This mysterious side of her revealed that, in contrast, her normally sunny personality was his light. His oxygen. He had been hanging on day in and day out, contenting himself with working beside her when what he needed was her in his life—their lives—permanently.

Ben and Camilla were perched on the edge of the tub, their bodies still entwined. Quinten didn’t want to take her ass the first time while standing in the tub. He wanted her to be relaxed and comfortable. Regardless of her bravado, she’d said it had been a while, and he didn’t want to hurt her.

He climbed from the tub, and Ben looked up at him, appearing ready for what came next. Only one word was needed. “Bed.”

He left the bathroom and grabbed the lube and a condom from the box in the bedside table. He could hear Ben and Camilla’s quiet conversation as he lifted her off his lap and helped her stand. They weren’t in there very long, and he recalled concerns he’d had early on about a ménage.

One day, after finally admitting that they were both attracted to her, the fact that so many men chose to share women in Divine had come up. He was as possessive as any red-blooded man, but when Ben had voiced the question to him, the thought of sharing Camilla with him hadn’t created the storm of denial and emotion that he’d thought it would.

He was satisfied that he felt no jealousy that Ben had her undivided attention at the moment. In fact, Quinten was glad he had it because he felt sure the walls were coming down between the two of them. Normally easygoing, Ben clearly had shown that he was territorial and protective where Camilla was concerned. The increase in tension between the two of them the last few months had coincided with Ben admitting to his desire for her and falling deeper in love with her.

The same was true for him. He knew what it was like to be involved with someone who didn’t feel the same way he did. Camilla was his light, and because Quinten knew the difference, he vowed to himself to do whatever he could to help her find her permanent place in their lives.

Camilla carried one of the squat jar candles with her to the bedside table, chortling as Ben followed her and squeezed her ass. She looked up at him as she came to him. “You okay, Quinten?”

He nodded, banishing the thoughts that had crowded in for a moment. “Yeah.”

“You looked…sad.” He got a glimpse of his Camilla behind the dancer façade and pulled her close and squeezed her delectable form. The makeup contributed to the role she’d played for them earlier but he felt blessed that he knew the tender, vulnerable woman that lay beneath.

“I’m fine now.” He shut the door on the past and eased her onto the mattress, determined to not distract her with his reminiscing. He could see the curiosity in her eyes, but he didn’t want to ruin the mood. She tried to crawl away from him, but he caught her ankle and pulled her back under him. His cock twitched with excitement at the predatory motion.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Her eyes twinkled as she struggled playfully. “You’re not putting that great big cock in my ass, are you?” She put her hand protectively over her backside and giggled. Just like that, she’d switched gears on them, and Quinten’s heart was nearly as full of love that she
knew
she could play with him as it was with lust to do exactly what she proclaimed she didn’t want.

“Come here, my little dancer. I’m going to give you every solid inch of it.” Every time he pulled her to him, she inched away. When he finally had her trapped against the headboard, he looked back at Ben, who watched raptly, waiting to help with their suddenly “reluctant” little temptress. Quinten pointed at the pillows, and Ben took action, piling them in the center of the bed.