Tiny Dancer [Divine Creek Ranch 13] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (23 page)

The dance floor filled again, and Rogelio and Eli moved in to intercept her in case any of the men gave her unwanted attention. She went straight to a masked dark-haired man on the edge of the dance floor and smiled at several people who complimented her talent.

The crowd returned to the bar for refills on their drinks, and Quinten hurriedly put the ladder away as they got busy again. The three of them were at it fast and furious for several minutes when Ethan came up to the bar to check in.

Ethan looked amused as he leaned close and said, “You, Quinten, and Camilla must be working things out all right if you let her onto the dance floor without complaint.”

“I knew you and the other men were watching over her. Camilla wanted to talk to that belly dancer. Know where she is?”

Ethan shook his head. “Grace invited her and her companion to our table. She excused herself to use the restroom and when Grace went to check on her she was gone. Her date is gone too.”

Ben hated to disappoint Camilla, who had sidled over to them. “Did she mention her name?”

Ethan shook his head. “No, she didn’t say much of anything before she did her disappearing act. Sorry, Camilla.”

“Maybe we haven’t seen the last of her.”

Just then, Ben caught sight of Cody, Heath, and Spencer, who looked equally disappointed as they cast searching gazes around the club. The evening progressed, with no belly dancer in sight. Soon it was time to tally up votes for the winner of the costume contest.

Camilla and Ben counted and then recounted the results before turning them over to Ethan. In the DJ booth, he picked up the microphone.

“We have a tie in the costume contest. Half the votes went to Seth Carter and Jayne Sheridan, soon to be Carter.” Many people in the club cheered. “And the other half went to our mysterious belly dancer. The cash prize will be split in half, and we’ll hold the other half for the belly dancer. If anyone knows her, please have her come by the club and see either me or Ben Lawrence to collect her prize. A round of applause for Seth and Jayne and the mystery belly dancer.”

Because it was a weeknight, the party began to wind down as people settled their tabs. When it was just the three of them and the door was locked, Quinten got down shot glasses and eyed Ben, a question in his eyes.

“No, you two go ahead. I’m the designated driver. I have a bottle of Patrón Silver at home.”

Quinten nodded, and Ben noticed the gleam in his eyes when his friend’s thoughts obviously shifted to what would happen when they got home. He confirmed Ben’s suspicion when Quinten downed his shot and then smiled at Camilla as she drank hers. “Let’s finish up here so we can go home and claim our ‘booty’ from our pirate wench.”

Quinten gradually came to wakefulness when Camilla stirred under his hand, which had been resting over her abdomen. She turned and wiggled closer to him under the blankets. One of his feet was uncovered, and the room felt chilly. Pleasure filled him and made him smile widely as Camilla burrowed closer, pressing her nose against his chest. His cock rose and grew hard with anticipation as he gazed down at her tousled head and caressed the hair away from her cheek.

Tiny dancer, you’ve gotten about all the sleep you’re getting for now.

The sweet scent of her shampoo filled his nostrils as he tilted his head down and kissed her crown. They’d discovered that Camilla was a hard sleeper, and she’d need plenty of coaxing to waken for some morning lovemaking. Even then, she’d take a long time to heat up.

Good thing I love a challenge.

She purred like a sleepy, contented kitten as he stroked her back, from her shoulder to her nice, plump ass, squeezing each cheek before moving up again.

He tilted her onto her back and lavished her rosy nipples with attention, sucking gently at them, grinning when he felt her curl her hips against him each time he tugged with his mouth.

Glancing up, he noticed that Ben reclined on her other side, his head resting in his palm as he watched her react to Quinten’s attention. Ben looked as bleary-eyed as Quinten felt, but it didn’t stop his cock from rising to attention as she arched beneath Quinten’s stroking fingers, still sound asleep.

Quinten slid lower, enjoying the feel of her hot, silky skin against his torso as he moved. He brushed his nose and lips over her abdomen, inhaling her woman’s scent, not perfumy, just fragrant and uniquely hers. She released a soft sigh as she pressed back against his lips. As Quinten moved even lower, Ben leaned forward and caressed the bottom swell of her left breast while licking at her nipple. Gooseflesh prickled her skin and she shuddered faintly.

A pleased, sleepy smile crossed her lips at their combined touch. She curled her hand up beside her head and drowsed contentedly, making them work for her attention. Quinten loved her when she was hot, spicy, and sexy, but he also enjoyed the soft, easy side of loving her. She slept on, but even in her sleep, she was receptive to them, opening her thighs to receive his attention. His cock ached with need, but he ignored it, curious how far he could take her before she came fully awake. Good thing he was feeling patient that morning.

He moved a little lower and slid his hands under her thighs and lifted them so that her pussy was spread and ready for his attention. Droplets of arousal already seeped from her pretty pink cunt, glistening in the low light shining through the bedroom window. He couldn’t wait to part those lips with his cock and slide into her tight, silky depths.

He spread her puffy outer labia and groaned as her slippery inner lips were revealed. The attention was getting to her, too, whether she realized it or not. Her pink flesh was already swelling with arousal, the tiny nub of her clit peeking out beneath the small hood of flesh above it. A breath left her suddenly, and she arched a tiny bit in his grasp as he slid the tip of his tongue through her opening, gathering a small taste of her juices. Her flavor drove his lust higher, but he held himself back, lazily lapping up her essence, which encouraged her to give him even more.

A win-win situation if ever I experienced one.

She moaned and spread her legs wider when, on the next pass, he included a slow lick at her clit.

His cock grew even harder as her flesh darkened to a rosy color, and the tension grew in her body beneath his hands. He glanced up and saw that Ben had switched to the other nipple while stroking her abdomen. She shuddered, and a wave of gooseflesh shimmered on her skin as her breathing sped up. Except for the fact that his dick was demanding to sink balls-deep in her at some point soon, he could stay right where he was all day long.

She stretched and moaned as her fingertips slid in his hair, and he heard the soft exhalation that signaled she’d awakened. She stroked his scalp with her fingers as Ben kissed her, and then she whispered, “Good morning.” Quinten’s only reply was a nonverbal groan in greeting before he slid his tongue into her opening, causing her to gasp with pleasure. “That feels so good.”

He caressed her slippery flesh with his fingertips, lightly rubbing her clit, coaxing it from its hiding place as it swelled with need. He rubbed it with teasing, barely-there, circular strokes until her hips followed the motion and more cream dripped from her cunt for him to lap up.

Her sounds grew more urgent as they both touched her. She kept one hand in Quinten’s hair and had the other wrapped around Ben’s shoulder as he continued loving her breasts, alternating between her nipples with languid strokes, a half smile on his face. The world could stop turning and they’d stay there with her all day until they were all sated. Quinten had a feeling Ben felt the same way he did.

She grew restless, rubbing her ankles against Quinten’s sides, as he drew her clit and the succulent flesh surrounding it into his mouth, sucking lightly. Her cunt seemed to grow hotter beneath his lips, and he drew in gentle rhythmic tugs, knowing she was on the verge of orgasm when he slid two fingers between her pussy lips. She immediately clenched on them and began rocking her hips. She planted her feet on the mattress on either side of him.

“Please don’t stop. Please, please!” Reassuring her, he held tight to her, letting her know he wouldn’t stop until she got everything she needed, and growled with pleasure when she bent her knees and her legs drew up tight around him. “I’m coming!”

Her panting cries grew louder as her body bowed off the bed, and her cunt tightened and convulsed in a frenzy of orgasm, spilling her sweet, translucent juices all over his fingers as she bucked beneath their attentions. He lapped her cum from her until she went limp beneath them.

“Oh, thank you. Thank you,” she purred, then giggled and stretched, smiling up at him as he rose to kneel between her legs. Ben handed him a condom, but Camilla reached out and stayed him before he tore it open. “I’m on the birth control shot, remember? No more condoms. I want to feel your hot cock inside me.”

Pleasure coursed through Quinten’s veins like searing lava. “You’re sure?”

“Yes. Fuck me and give me your cum.” Turning her still-sleepy-eyed green gaze to Ben, she murmured, “I want you to fuck me too, Ben. Give me all you have.” She wrapped her hands around the backs of her knees and drew them up so she was spread wide for them. “I feel like I’m on fire for both of you.”

The thought of fucking her bareback sent his arousal skyrocketing as he grasped her hips and lined the head of his tingling shaft up with her cunt. With one slick stroke, he plunged into molten heaven, gritting his teeth against the urge to give in to his release too early.

“Fuck, yeah!” Quinten pulled out and groaned at the sight of his cock bathed in her glistening cream.

Her scent drove him wild, and her eyes glittered as she challenged him. “Fuck me good, Quinten.”

Ben tweaked her nipple as he nibbled at the other one while stroking and kneading her satiny flesh.

Quinten thrust against her, sliding easily as she took him to the root. He felt out of control as he pistoned in and out, reveling in the silken feel of her tight cunt gloving him. His cock grew harder and bigger as reason left him and he was reduced to an animalistic state. He fucked her with raw need until her pussy clenched around him and she screamed in completion, thrusting against him in counterpoint with each orgasmic wave. His climax exploded, and he roared as his balls drew tight and stream after stream of cum poured into her searing-hot cunt.

“Oh, God, yes!” He tilted his head back as the waves of heat and pleasure scorched his nerve endings and left him gasping.

The sounds of their breathing filled the otherwise quiet room until he looked up at Camilla and saw the blissful smile on her flushed, sated face. His completion was made perfect by the love he saw glowing in her eyes.

“God, you’re beautiful.” In other circumstances, her words might have made him feel self-conscious, but he grinned at her as she continued, “So virile and strong. So handsome.”

Quinten eased from her as she turned her eyes to Ben and whispered, “You’re what I need and what I want. I love you, both of you. I need you.” Her last words were a soft plea, mirrored by the emotion in her eyes.

Quinten’s cock tingled with the aftermath of his release, and he stroked her cunt, fingering her gently and with no small amount of enjoyment as droplets of his cum seeped between her lips—a part of him that she’d wanted, that he’d given to her gladly. There was orgasmic satiation…and then there was the feeling that centered in his chest that went far, far beyond mere satisfaction.

She gasped when he bent down and licked at her cunt just once and looked up at her. “I love you, too, Camilla.” The combined flavor of their juices tasted…right. The way it should be.

Ben’s cock looked hard enough to pound diamonds to powder as he lay there beside her, patiently waiting his turn. Quinten grinned and moved to the end of the great, big bed, giving Ben the room he needed.

Ben stroked Camilla’s cheek. “You can have whatever you want, Camilla. Watching the two of you…watching you take his cock, giving to us so unselfishly, makes me want you so much I can barely see straight.”

“I want you, too, Ben. Right now.” She caressed Ben’s cock, which jerked in her grasp as he groaned in reaction. He gritted his teeth, lifted her left thigh, and tilted her onto her right side. With her back to his front, he plunged deep with one unerring stroke.

Ben leaned over her so that he lay nearly on top of her, spread his legs between hers, so that she was wide open, and gave her stroke after stroke with his thick cock. Quinten loved being the one sliding his dick between her thighs, but watching his best friend give their woman every thick inch of his cock was every bit as hot.

Camilla moaned blissfully, and the sound made his own dick tingle in reaction. She brought out the teenaged libido in him, and he was pleasantly surprised as watching them and listening to her cries made him hard again.

Camilla’s tight little cunt leaked her juices and his cum as Ben lifted her up so she was on her widespread knees, the union of their bodies easily visible from Quinten’s position. Quinten stroked his cock, disbelieving the climb to a second orgasm until Ben looked back at him, his eyes alight with animalistic lust.

In a deep, gravelly voice, he said, “Quinten looks ready for round two. Suck his cock for him, sugar.”

Camilla looked behind her too and smiled when Quinten eagerly crawled to her side and asked, “Feel up to it, baby?”