Free Tropical Sin: Bandicoot Cove, Book 3 by Lexxie Couper Page B

thrust the dildo in once more, his balls full with need, his heart smashing in his chest, and then, unable to control himself any more, he pulled it free of her folds, threw it aside and swiped his drenched fingers from her pussy up to her anus. Spreading her wet pleasure to the tightest opening of her body.
    “Lube?” He flicked Nick a harried look. He was coming undone here. He wouldn’t hold on much longer. He couldn’t—
    Nick held up the tube, and Aidan couldn’t help but note the man had already removed the lid. He lifted his own hand and without a word, Nick squeezed some of the cool, thick liquid onto his fingers. Fingers that trembled when he applied the lubrication to his straining cock.
    “Gonna try to take it slow, Mack.” He pressed his face to the side of her neck. “Gonna try.”
    She shook her head, fisting her hand in the sweat-matted hair at his nape. “Don’t.”
    The command was all it took to push him to the edge. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, dragged his thumb over its tip, painting his already lubricated flesh with his viscous precome, and then pressed it to McKenzie’s cream-slicked anus.
    “Now, Aidan,” she gasped, trembling. “Now.”
    He penetrated her tightness. One ring of muscle, the other, the other. Fighting to go slow. Almost losing. Almost.
    “Oh. My. Fucking. God!” she cried, her spine arching, her nails digging into his scalp. “That feels so fucking good.”
    “As will this,” Aidan heard Nick promise, a second before he saw the man shift his position slightly, his hips rolling upward.
    And then Aidan felt Nick’s cock sink into McKenzie’s pussy. Felt Nick’s cock slide against his through the thin wall of McKenzie’s heat. And then all rational, cohesive thought deserted him and he became a creature of elemental pleasure.
    McKenzie’s name falling from his lips.
     
    McKenzie’s mind was consumed with utter and total rapture. She’d never ever experienced anything like it. She wasn’t an anal virgin, but nothing, nothing could have prepared her for the insanely amazing feel of Aidan’s and Nick’s erections sliding in and out of her at the same time.
    Without words, they moved in perfect sync, Aidan penetrating her arse, stretching her to an exquisite burning point, while Nick withdrew from her pussy, the textured condom he wore grazing the inside of her most feminine walls. And then they would reverse their wonderfully torturous strokes and it would be Nick sinking into her heat as Aidan slowly withdrew almost free of her anus.
    And then they would do it again. And again.
    And, God help her, again.
    She clung to them both, one fist knotted in the hair at Aidan’s nape, the other in Nick’s. The rock star’s elbow still supported her leg, still held her motionless between them—spreading her folds to accommodate his famous cock, balancing her for Aidan’s deep thrusts.
    Moans and shallow pants filled the room—hers, Aidan’s, Nick’s. Behind her, Aidan rained a slew of hot kisses over her jaw, her cheek, her temple, his hands roaming her body as he did so, his strokes growing faster. She whimpered, the wicked sensation of his cock in her arse flooding her pussy with new, wet pleasure.
    Before her, Nick dragged his free hand up her ribcage to capture her breast, his thumb rolling over her nipple until she gasped. A low chuckle slipped from him, the sound echoed by Aidan’s. If she didn’t know any better, she could believe them psychically linked. How else did they move so perfectly together to make her feel so…so…was there even a word to describe how she felt?
    “Oh…” she breathed, the mounting pressure inside her very core growing heavier. Tighter. “I can’t…this is…”
    Aidan captured her breast with one large hand, the friction of his callused fingers on her soft flesh making her whimper again. With Nick cupping one breast and Aidan massaging the other, their erections sliding in and out of her, their lips on her