Trouble at the Treble T by Desiree Holt Read Free Book Online

sight that Justin took in with avid interest.
    “My turn to touch?” he asked.
    “Go ahead,” Cade told him. He was standing beside the chaise, holding his cock and rubbing it against Marti’s breast.
    “Watch me, Marti,” Justin commanded.
    She looked down to see him reach up from the water and rub one finger back and forth over her clit, sending electrified sensations jolting through her. A soft moan whispered from her lips.
    “I think she’s close to ready.”
    She was definitely close to ready. Just the thought of three sexy alpha males naked with her, arousing her, talking about her the way they did, was almost enough to make her come without any further urging. This was the kind of sex Marti loved, the kind she had trouble finding with the right people.
    Stop! Quit thinking about that. Enjoy this!
    So she leant back against Mark’s muscular body, cradled in his arms, loving the feel of him, of his fingers teasing her cunt. Of his breath warm against her cheek. His tongue tracing the line of his jaw. With her arms still bound behind her, she had no place to put her hands so she rested them on Mark’s cock, feeling its length through the towel.
    ”Holy shit,” he ground out. “Easy, Marti. I’m saving myself for later.”
    But she just made a little humming sound in her throat and kept her fingers lightly wrapped around him. Anchoring herself on the hot shaft.
    “Marti?”
    Cade—beside her. She looked first at him, seeing the desire etched clearly on his face as he rubbed his cock against her breast and her nipple. And then at Justin, staring intently at her as he probed her channel with two then three fingers. Was she ready? Oh, yes, definitely.
    “I am,” she breathed, barely able to get the words out.
    “Did you say something, sugar?” Mark murmured in her ear.
    “I think she said she’s ready,” Cade told him. “I fucking know I am.” He reached down to cup his balls and squeezed them, increasing the tempo of his other hand on his shaft.
    “All right then,” Mark answered.
    The next few moments were a sensual blur for Marti. Mark’s fingers worked her clit furiously, while Justin slid three fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt and Cade increased the glide of his hand on his erection. Justin leant forward, slid his tongue across her tummy and placed a hot kiss on her navel, right where the little ring glinted in the sunlight.
    “Oh, oh, oh,” she whimpered, as the climax swirled deep inside her and spooled its way through her body.
    And then it was there—crashing down on her, lifting and spinning her, her body anchored in place only by Mark’s strong arms around her. As the first tremor hit, she felt the splash of hot semen on her breast and heard Cade’s deep groans of pleasure. The muscles in her cunt clamped down on Justin’s busy fingers, and if not for Mark’s grip on her, she would have drawn up into a tight ball to ride out the spasms shaking her.
    As the fierce tremors subsided into milder aftershocks, Mark stroked the lips of her cunt and Cade rubbed his spent cock over her nipple again and again. Mark undid the sleeves of her shirt then tossed the wet garment to the side, along with her bra, freeing her hands. Marti lay back in Mark’s arms, spent and exhausted, waiting for her thundering heartbeat to ease. She was breathless and sweaty and temporarily satisfied. But the erotic nature of the scene and the anticipation of what was yet to come kept her riding the thin edge of desire.
    “I think we could all use a dip in the water.” Mark leant forward, moving her with him. “Here, Justin. Catch. And don’t miss.”
    He eased Marti forward and gave her a gentle push. She fell headlong into Justin’s arms, catching the laughter in his eyes as he helped her slide into the pool. The water felt good on her slick, heated skin. Justin splashed water on her breasts then eased his hand down to push the cooling liquid against her hot pussy.
    “Spread your legs, sugar. Let me