Her mouth slid down his cock. All the way. Keith hissed in a sharp breath, his toes curling in his boots. Fuck a duck. Harper’s mouth was wrapped around his cock. Her tongue was lapping at his balls.
He bit back a groan, a tingling fire igniting at the base of his spine. Hot pleasure surged through him. He snared a fistful of her hair, his anus contracting.
She eased his pants down farther, just below his ass, and cupped his balls in a snug grip—then pressed a finger to his hole.
“Fuck!” The word burst from him in a gasp. Keith felt raw and stripped of control.
Harper moaned around his dick and tugged on his balls again.
“Bloody hell, Blue.” Marc’s voice came from a foggy distance. “She’s got all of you in her mouth. Every bloody inch.”
Eyes squeezed shut, Keith tightened his fist in the silken strands of Harper’s hair. “You don’t think I know that, mate?” he ground out, the fire in his spine radiating through him in wicked waves. “It feels so bloody…” He sucked in a sharp breath as Harper pressed her finger against his arsehole again. “Jesus, darl’, I’m going to come if you keep doing that!”
She released his dick with a pop and grinned up at him. “What do you think I’m doing this for?”
“That’s true, Blue,” Marc commented. “She’s not flossing down there, y’know.”
Keith threw a scowl at his best friend. “Shut the fuck up and—”
He didn’t finish, the words trapped in his throat as Harper sucked his cock back into her mouth.
Marc groaned and Keith heard his friend’s belt buckle release. A part of his mind told him Marc was undressing, another part couldn’t focus on anything but the concentrated pleasure consuming him. He’d been so bloody hard all day. Hell, since Harper had arrived on Farpoint. By the time they’d left the billabong, he’d been in so much agony he’d almost passed out. It was only focusing on the road and his grip on the steering wheel that had saved him. That stopped him pulling the ute over, releasing his dick from his jeans and jerking off.
He’d been determined to control himself. To build the anticipation. To wait until Harper had recovered from the events at the billabong before unleashing his desires. He was all about delayed gratification, but now, with Harper’s lips a tight seal around the root of his shaft, with her tongue laving his length, with her finger massaging his anus…fuck, delayed gratification could go take a flying jump.
He was going to come any moment. His release was building, a molten pressure radiating through in his groin, every fiber of his being.
“Christ, darl’,” he groaned, all too aware his voice shook. “That’s so good. So fucking good.”
He lowered his gaze, saw Harper’s plump, glistening lips slide up and down his rigid cock—and he exploded.
His seed surged through his length, pumping into Harper’s mouth, the back of her throat. She cupped his balls with her palm, pressing harder at his anus with one finger. Rhythm deserted him. He bucked, his groans turning to gibbering pants as she continued to suck, taking him deeper with every erratic thrust.
“Fuck.” Marc’s hoarse moan flayed at Keith’s senses. “Watching you come, Blue…”
Harper’s lips slipped from Keith’s cock, her fingers wrapping its spent length as she smiled up at him. “Making him come is just as amazing, Marc.”
A wobbly chuckle fell from Keith. He released the fistful of her hair he’d been gripping and brushed the backs of his knuckles over her cheek. “You did it very well.”
She smiled. “Thank you. Is it embarrassing to admit that’s only the second time I’ve done it?”
Heavy heat clamped around Keith’s chest. He checked his shock, shaking his head with a slow smile instead. “Not embarrassing at all, darl’.”
Second time? Christ, how is that possible?
Faint pink painted her cheeks. “My ex wasn’t into it.”
“Then he’s a bloody dickhead,” Marc stated.
Harper turned toward him. “He was, a bit. Thankfully Andrew scared him off.”
The sudden shard of jealousy that pierced Keith’s chest at the name “Andrew” caught him off guard. Who the hell was Andrew?
As if sensing Keith’s disquiet, Marc gave him a wide grin. “Don’t worry, mate. Andrew is Harper’s big brother.” He flicked Harper a quick look. “Having said that, you did say he’s the overprotective type. Maybe Blue should worry?”
Harper shook her head, rising to her feet, her fingers finally slipping from Keith’s cock. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation right now.”
“What conversation?” Marc asked, and it was only then Keith realized his friend was naked from the waist down. When the hell had he stripped off his boots and jeans? “About your brother?”
Harper nodded, shifting on her feet as Marc approached, her butt rubbing against Keith’s groin. If he hadn’t just shot his load into her mouth, he had no doubts whatsoever he’d be sporting a bloody impressive erection. Her butt was so firm, her flesh so soft and smooth.
The faintest stirrings of tension pulled at his balls and Keith let out a ragged breath. Getting aroused so quickly was normally beyond him.
Sharing a woman with Thomo isn’t the norm either, Munroe. Everything is new right now. Don’t bloody well complain.
“So…” Marc’s voice drew his attention back to his friend. The jackaroo stood directly in front of Harper, hat still on his head, his gaze holding hers. “If your brother was to walk in right now, what would you say?”
Harper’s laugh was low. “I’d tell him I was busy being a grown-up.”
Marc took another step closer. Harper pulled a breath, arching her back and spreading her thighs a little to allow his hand to slip between her legs. Keith’s groin throbbed again. Watching Marc’s fingers disappear beneath her trousers was just as arousing as Harper’s shallow breaths.
Keith slid his right hand up her rib cage, over her breast, his fingers loosely cupping its full swell through her shirt. “And what do grown-ups do, Ms. Shaw?” he murmured against her ear.
Marc’s smile pulled at his lips. “Do they do this?”
He leaned forward and kissed Harper.
Keith held her motionless. The fact Harper ground her butt against his dick—still in recovery mode but growing heavier—told him she very much liked the idea of grown-ups kissing this way. That her nipple beaded beneath his palm reiterated the fact.
Marc pressed his hips to hers, imprisoning her between them both as he kissed her. Keith nipped at her earlobe, watching Marc make love to her mouth with his teeth and tongue. He didn’t think he’d ever tire of it, the sight of his best friend pleasuring Harper. It not only turned him on—and yes, his dick was getting harder by the second—it made him feel completely content.
Made him realize how much he loved the younger man. The concept of mateship was what Australia was built on and in this, sharing Harper with his best mate, Keith understood its importance more than ever.
He trusted Marc more than any other living soul. He loved him as only a mate could. Being a part of this with him, living this with him, changed nothing…and everything.
“Are you ready for Thomo to make love to you, darl’?” he whispered in Harper’s ear. “Because I think that’s what he’s about to do.”
Harper ground her arse harder against Keith’s cock. She covered his hand on her breast with her own, helping him knead the heavy swell, even as she reached for Marc’s erection.
“Holy fuck,” Marc burst out, breaking the kiss with a violent jolt. “That feels—”
Whatever Harper did, it tore a groan from him. “Undress her, Blue,” he panted, his nostrils flaring as he jerked his stare to Keith. “And hurry the fuck up about it.”
Without a word, Keith did just that.
Harper let him, her breaths rapid.
Marc watched, his massive cock a thick, venous pole jutting straight up.
“C-condom?” Harper whispered, the end of the word lost to a gasp as Keith slid his tongue along the crevice of her butt cheeks.
Marc reached into the top pocket of his shirt and withdrew a small foil square between two fingers. “Right here, love.”
Harper’s shaky pants filled the room. “If…if I ask you both to stop?”
Keith pressed his chest to her back. “We will. Promise. Without question or delay.”
Marc nodded. “Bloody oath we will. Trust us.”
“Stop.”
Keith stepped away from her.
So did Marc.
“I…” Harper swung to look at Keith over her shoulder, her face etched in hesitancy. “I’m nervous.”
Keith smiled. “You’re allowed to be.”
“We can take it as slow as you like, love,” Marc said.
Harper turned back to him. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
“Then make me come,” Harper whispered, the tension melting from her shoulders, her back. “Both of you.”
Keith’s heart slammed fast in his throat.
He smoothed his hands over her bare hips and drew her back to his body. Her skin was warm under his palms, her arse firm against his groin. His cock was close to erect again, his balls full. Christ, he wanted nothing more than to give the sweet, shy, brave woman in his arms orgasm after orgasm.
And to do it with his best mate.
He lowered his lips to the curve of her neck, nuzzling her soft skin. She moaned, raising her hands to fist his hair, fingers knocking the hat off his head. He skimmed his palms over the flat plane of her belly, tracing the shallow dip of her navel with his fingertip for a brief second before traveling over her rib cage.
“I’ve said this before, mate,” Marc said, his voice strained, “but watching you touch Harper is one of the horniest things I’ve ever seen.”
Keith raised his head, giving the younger man a slow smile as he brushed his fingers over Harper’s distended nipples. “I reckon I could think of something hornier.”
Marc cocked an eyebrow. “What’s that?”
Keith pressed his lips to Harper’s ear, nibbled once and then whispered, “Touch yourself, darl’. Make Thomo groan with lust.”
Her soft intake of breath pressed her breasts deeper into his cupping hands. Her nipples scraped the center of his palms. When she slowly lowered her hands, his heart thumped faster.
He didn’t need to see her fingers to know they’d found her sex. The raw groan tearing from Marc’s throat was evidence enough. As was the violent spasm making his erection twitch.
“Oh yeah.” Marc’s nostrils flared, his stare fixed on Harper’s pussy. “Again.”
Harper shifted slightly in Keith’s arms, a soft whimper slipping from her.
Marc’s cock twitched again. His jaw bunched. “Again.”
Harper’s shoulder rolled forward. “I’m so wet.”
Marc hissed, his eyes closing, his chest heaving.
It was too much for Keith. He slid one hand down, their fingers joining in her sex. She was right. She was wet. Her juices slicked her fingers as she penetrated her folds. He sank his middle finger into her sodden heat, joining her steady strokes within her walls.
She whimpered, rolling her hips into their combined thrusts.
“Tell Thomo to suck your tits,” Keith whispered against the side of her neck.
“Suck my tits, Marc,” Harper ordered.
Without a word, Marc dropped to his knees and took her left nipple in his mouth.
“Oh God…” A tremble shook through Harper. Keith could feel it deep within her core. Her pussy constricted on his thrusting finger, taking him deeper.
His balls rose, swollen with need. “Tell him to bite them.”
Another shudder racked Harper. “B-bite them, Marc,” she panted. “Please.”
Her sharp intake of breath told Keith his best mate had done as ordered. As did the clamping suction of Harper’s pussy on his finger.
“Again,” she begged, without prompting.
She whimpered, her sex squeezing tight once more.
“Now suck them,” she commanded, her fingers withdrawing from her moist heat to wrap around Keith’s wrist. She pushed his finger deeper inside her, rolling her hips as she controlled his thrust.
Marc’s moan scraped at Keith’s control. His friend was doing everything Harper told him to.
“Harder. Suck them harder.” Harper pumped Keith’s hand, driving him in and out of her cunt. “Harder. That’s it. That’s it.”
Hot blood surged into Keith’s cock. That she now controlled her pleasure made him giddy with lust. That she was taking charge of his and Marc’s possession of her body made him burn with need.
There was nothing shy or uncertain about Harper now. She was giving herself over to passion, to pleasure, and taking them with her.
Keith couldn’t imagine a more perfect sexual awakening.
“So good,” she rasped, arching into his plundering hand. Her grip on his wrist grew firmer. Her sex grew wetter, tighter. “So good. Keep sucking, Marc. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t…”
Her orgasm rocked through her, wild pulses that squeezed Keith’s finger. Her cream flowed, coating his knuckles. She jerked in his arms, her shoulders rammed to his chest, her hips bucking.
“Oh God, oh…oh…yes…that’s…yes…”
Marc stood and sheathed himself. “Get your hand out of the way, Blue,” he ordered, lifting Harper’s right leg to hook it over his elbow.
Keith did just that and when Harper threw back her head, when her nails drove into his wrist, when her cry filled the air, he planted his feet firm and leaned into her back, supporting her as his best friend buried his cock deep within her sex.
Harper’s second climax was already set to detonate in her core. Marc’s girth spread her pussy wide. A searing heat filled the folds of her sex, exquisite in its pain. She cried out, the hard wall of Keith’s chest keeping her stable.
“So fucking tight,” Marc panted, his forehead pressed to her shoulder, his arm holding her leg off the floor. His cock throbbed inside her, stretching her wider with each penetration. She clung to him, taking him as deep as she could, leaning against Keith as she did so.
“So fucking beautiful,” Keith breathed, his lips on her ear. His hands cupped her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipple in harmony with Marc’s thrusts.
She whimpered, the sheer pleasure consuming her, stealing any other response.
Oh God, this was amazing. Insane. Debauched.
Perfect.
So perfect.
“I’m going to fucking come soon, love.” Marc lifted her knee higher. “I can’t hold on. But I want you to come again. I want you to come with me and I want Blue to come with us.”
Behind her, Keith let out a low growl. His hands squeezed her breasts. His dick nudged her ass. “Jesus, mate. You think I’m letting Harper go so I can strip?”
Harper’s heart quickened. “You don’t need to strip,” she said, her voice a raspy breath. She squeezed her pussy around Marc’s cock then wriggled her fingers between her body and Keith’s, reaching for his erection.
“Fuck me, darl’,” the words were strained, “you touch my dick and I’ll come on your back.”
“I don’t care,” she answered, pumping her hand up and down its turgid length.
“She got you, Blue?” Marc’s question was a ragged moan, his thrusts quickening.
“Fuck yes,” Keith ground out. His cock pulsed in her grip.
Marc’s breath fanned her shoulder. His thrusts increased in speed, stretching her wide with each stroke. “Does it feel good?”
Oh yeah…
“Oh yeah.” Keith echoed her feverish thought. His cock throbbed, a testament to the words.
“Good.” Marc lifted his head and gazed into her eyes. “Then let’s fucking explode, ’eh? Ready, love?”
He slammed into her, hard, fast, his biceps a perfect curve of muscle against her knee, holding her leg high, his cock sinking deeper into her with wild rhythm.
She cried out, mimicking his strokes with her fist on Keith’s erection. How could this be happening? How could she feel so…so…consumed?
“Close, mate?” Marc asked.
“Close,” Keith panted behind her. “So close.”
A grin tugged at the corner of Marc’s lips. “Then it’s time to come, baby.”
He punched into her. Just as Keith raked one hand down to the curve of her sex. He rolled his fingertip on her clit and liquid heat ruptured inside her.
She came. And as she did, so did Marc, his hips bucking without rhythm, his cry a strangled groan in his throat.
She came and, just when she thought her leg would collapse, when her body could no longer survive under such exquisite pleasure, Keith came as well, his cock erupting in her hand, his seed splashing against the small of her back.
He didn’t make a sound. He didn’t have to. His release shuddered through him, quaking through his body, trembling through hers. Demonstrating its fierce power.
When he slumped against her, she knew he was spent.
“That was all right, ’eh?”
She burst out laughing at Marc’s breathless statement, and then let out a little whimper as he slowly lowered her leg to the ground and withdrew from her sex.
“All right doesn’t begin to describe it,” she answered, releasing Keith’s cock.
He stepped away from her without a word, and for a surreal moment she missed the feel of his chest pressed to her back so much it ached.
Marc moved away from her. “How ’bout bloody brilliant then?”
She watched him dispose of the condom, scoop up his jeans from the floor and shove his legs into them. It dawned on her neither Keith nor Marc wore underwear. For some reason, she liked that. “Bloody brilliant comes a little closer.”
“Love the way you say bloody in that accent of yours.” He snared his hat from beside his boots and placed it on his head. “So damn sexy.”
She blushed. “My accent isn’t sexy. Yours though…oh boy.”
Before he could respond, Keith was beside her, a warm washcloth in his hand. He cleaned her fingers of his seed, his fly once more zipped closed, his hat—Harper couldn’t help but notice—back on his head.
She smiled, despite the fact she was now the only one naked in the room. Who would have thought she’d ever feel comfortable standing naked before two men? She’d rarely let her ex-boyfriend see her naked, always more comfortable under the sheets with the lights dimmed.
Looking at them both, her heart slowly returning to its normal pace, it dawned on her the sun no longer shone through the curtain. When had it gotten so late?
When you were doing the opposite of everything you ever knew. Isn’t it amazing?
She turned on her heel and made her way to the small kitchen, uncaring of her naked state. One of the perks of being scared of shadows—she spent a lot of time working out. The gym near her school was the closest thing she had to a regular social event. All that time in step classes made for a great butt. “Would you like coffee?” she asked, giving her great butt a little wiggle.
“Can’t, darl’.”
It was Keith who answered.
She turned, fighting to keep the disappointment from her face. Amazing ménage sex didn’t automatically mean coffee and chatting after. She had to remember that.
Take the sex and squelch any idea of this being the beginning of something impossible, Harper Kirsten Shaw. You’re only here for fourteen days and three of those days have already passed.
“We’re not fucking and fleeing, love.” Marc approached, brushed his lips over her shoulder, his hands skimming her body in a feathery caress. “We’ve got to report in to Hunter about the back paddock mob before he calls it a night. We were rounding them up today, readying them for drenching.”
She frowned, even as her pulse thumped a little faster in her throat. Not fleeing. “Drenching?”
Keith crossed to her, removed his hat, dropped the gentlest kiss on her lips she’d ever experienced and then replaced the hat. “We’ll give you a lesson in being a jillaroo later. Now we gotta get you to the main house for dinner and then see Hunter before the boss kicks our butts.”
He cupped her face, tracing her bottom lip with his thumb. “Dream of us tonight, okay?”
She nodded. There was nothing else for it. Not when he asked with such open, honest desire in his eyes.
He winked. “Bloody brilliant. Now hurry up and get dressed before we decide Hunter can bloody well wait.”
She swallowed, the urge to tell him Hunter could goddamn wait almost overwhelming her. “If I must,” she said instead, her chest tight.
Marc dropped his own kiss on her lips as he squeezed her ass. “But tomorrow, after school has finished, the very notion of wearing clothes can go to hell.”
They left her to dress, their gazes raking over her body with open hunger one last time before they turned away.
Which made putting clothes on all the more difficult for Harper, because with every caress of material on her flesh, she imagined it was their touch. Which made her horny all over again.
How was she going to survive dinner at the main house without going crazy?
Or the hours until she saw them again?