Tiny Dancer [Divine Creek Ranch 13] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (46 page)

His shaft was at full salute, as was Quinten’s. Ben’s heart slammed in his chest when she leapt onto the bed and continued her dance. She turned, showing them the sweet curve of her spine as she lifted her bountiful curls off of her back. Looking over her shoulder at each of them in turn, she had a seductive gleam in her eyes as she revealed the luscious full swells of her breasts in that provocative pose.

Finally, she went to her hands and knees, crawling up Ben’s legs first until she was right in his face. He stroked her curvy hips as she danced for him, giving him just the barest tease of her pussy against his pulsing cock, just enough to set his teeth on edge with need.

She bent down and brushed her lips against his ear and whispered, “I love you.”

She feathered her fingertips into the hair at his nape and undulated, pressing his face gently against her breasts, intoxicating him with her delectable scent and the silky feel of her skin. He pressed a kiss on each breast as well as her breastbone before she backed away slightly and used the space between them to shift into Quinten’s lap.

Her moves were so fluid and graceful as she braced one foot at his hip and on her knee at the other. She placed his hands at her waist and arched backward until her long curls were in a pool all around her head on the burgundy velvet comforter. Quinten looked enthralled as he held her and leaned forward to press a kiss to her belly button. She ground her sweet-scented pussy against his cock, and Quinten hissed and clenched his teeth so hard Ben could see the muscles in his jaw bunch up.

She returned to a breast-to-face position with Quinten, and Ben could see that she was every bit as enthralled by the moment as they were. Her cheeks were rosy, and he could hear her soft respirations as she danced for them. She leaned forward and whispered love words to Quinten as well.

This dance was every bit as sensual as the first dance she’d done for them, but this one was vastly different. That first dance had been meant to entertain then, incite their lust, and arouse them. This dance was her making love to them, even though they had not yet joined their bodies to each other. She was sharing her soul and her need to express her love to them in this way.

Love glowed in her eyes, as the final bars of the song played in an echoing rhythm. She returned to Ben’s lap, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and impaled herself in short, slick strokes until he was seated to the hilt. She reached between them under the pillows and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. She slowly moved on Ben’s cock as she handed the tube to Quinten.

“My ass is lubricated for you, if you want it. Would you mind putting some of that on, and then give me the fucking I need? Both of you, at the same time?”

Quinten was behind her in a matter of seconds, cock lubricated, ready to go. She smiled as she looked behind her. “I love you both so much. You’re both so different, make me feel different things, but I know you both love me equally.” She turned to Ben, kissed him slowly, seeking tenderness, as she settled against him, pillowing her lush breasts against his chest.

Ben stroked her back, and she arched for Quinten, giving him complete access. Her pussy trembled and rippled around Ben’s cock as she anticipated Quinten’s first thrust. He felt it the moment that she did, because she clenched before relaxing her muscles to give him an easy entry.

“That’s it, sugar. Let him have that snug little ass. You know how much he loves it, don’t you?”

“Mmm,” she murmured as she pressed her lips against the juncture of Ben’s shoulder and neck. She quivered and let out a moan as her pussy grew tighter and tighter around him until he had to fight to not thrust and lose his load too early.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “That feels so good.”

Camilla shuddered. “It does. I can feel it already. I’m going to come so fast. Give me your cock, Quinten. All of it.”

“You feel too good. You’ve got us so damned hot, baby. I can’t hold back.” Quinten thrust into her ass, and Ben found his place in the rhythm as she ground her pussy and ass between them. She moved, working all three of them to a fever pitch. He could feel the tension rising higher and higher inside her as her body tightened and she tilted back her head. Satisfaction welled within him as he watched her orgasmic smile bloom.

“Oh, yes!” Her huskily voiced pleasure sent a shard of ecstasy arrowing through Ben, culminating in his balls, stealing his breath from him as his climax erupted, shooting his seed in searing jets inside her throbbing cunt.

She froze and began rocking hard between them, taking them both with such fervor he was afraid she might hurt herself. “Yes!” She dug her nails into his back as she wailed passionately, shuddering as her pussy clutched and convulsed on his cock.

Quinten thrust deep one last time, triumph written on his face as he came hard, filling her ass with his seed until he’d collapsed over her. He held his weight off of her, to not put pressure on her belly between them.

They lay there feeling each other’s hearts pounding for long moments until Quinten finally withdrew and went to the bathroom to clean up before returning with a washcloth to do the same for her. “You okay, baby?”

“I’m wonderful, Quinten. I feel so good right now. Thank you.”

Ben yawned, inspiring both Camilla and Quinten to yawn. “Will you stay like this a while, sugar? You feel so good on me.”

“Mmm-hmm, but you move me if I get too heavy.”

Ben smiled at Quinten and then kissed the top of her head. “That’ll never happen. I’ll tuck you in between us later, though.”

“Yeah,” Quinten murmured as he kissed her lips before settling beside them, pulling the covers over them so they could sleep. “Your place will always be between us, tiny dancer.”

THE END

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I live in South Central Texas, writing the type of novel I love to read: more erotic and edgy than the mainstream, with plenty of sweet romance mixed in. I write erotic romances exclusively for Siren Publishing, under their Everlasting imprint. My love of romantic fiction began as a teenager when my mom gave me copies of Kathleen Woodiwiss’s
The Flame and the Flower
and Bertrice Small’s
Skye O’Malley.
To this day I’m pretty sure that was her idea of the “birds and the bees” talk.

My husband and I met in a scenario very much like the ones I’ve written about. He was the alpha hero who stepped in when this “damsel in distress” needed rescuing from a nefarious pervert. It’s no wonder I went on to write erotic romance when I had him to inspire me. My favorite type of hero is the gentle, lovable giant, but readers will discover a variety of heroes and alphas in my novels, from nearly perfect to very flawed. I hope readers relate to my heroines and the challenges and dilemmas they face head-on.

I love to chat with readers on Facebook and talk about my books and whatever else comes to mind at
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, a ménage romance authors’ group blog, and my own blog,
The Divine Tease
. When not pounding on my keyboard, I’m usually busy corralling my kids or loving on my smokin’ hot husband, who thankfully loves to cook.

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