wiggled deep inside her dripping cunt, licking her from the inside out. Then it zigzagged up to flick little whips of hot velvet across her distended clit. Her blood pulsed and gathered in that little nub, the orgasm danced close to the surface and then the possibility vanished as the teasing mouth trailed away.
Damn. She wanted to demand it return, but she wisely kept her lips pressed together.
Soft kisses circled her mound from the line of her pubic hair, to the crease of her thighs, back down to her vaginal opening. The circle of kisses became progressively smaller. Tighter. Wetter.
Channing tried not to writhe, or to grind her sex into that fleeting tongue. But when that hot, hungry mouth closed over her clit and her swollen pussy lips and began to suck them together, she flat out screamed.
One island…One woman…Two studs
Stranded
© 2007 Eve Vaughn
India Powers is at the end of her rope. After dumping her cheating fiancé and having a falling out with her parents, she decides to take a much needed vacation. In route she meets two hunky fellow vacationers in the form of Rafe Santiago and Grant Thompson. Though she’s not looking for love, India sees no harm in a little island flirtation.
Rafe and Grant have been friends since they were kids; both from broken homes, all they had were each other. Their closeness leads them to the discovery they enjoy sharing the same women. After surviving a stormy marriage that nearly destroys their friendship, Rafe vows to never let another woman come between them. To celebrate Rafe’s divorce, he and Grant take a vacation in hopes of finding Miss Right along the way.
Tragedy strikes when their plane goes down. In a twist of fate, the only survivors are India, Grant and Rafe. Stranded for weeks, their daily fight for survival turns into something much deeper when India falls for both men and they for her. However, when they’re rescued and returned to civilization, they fall under public scrutiny. Can their newfound love survive when outside forces step in to tear them apart?
Enjoy the following excerpt for Stranded:
Grant was anxious as they drew closer to the cave. He could tell India was nervous from the way she shook. He squeezed her hand in reassurance, giving her a smile of encouragement. She was so beautiful and he couldn’t believe they would finally have this ebony goddess just as Rafe said they would. In a way, he was glad Rafe had pushed the issue, otherwise they may have still been skirting around it, but he wondered if she was simply giving in to them because she felt she had no choice. As much as he wanted nothing more than to take her on the ground and fuck her senseless, he needed to make sure one last time that she was ready to accept both of them as her lovers.
He stopped just before they entered their shelter. Grant turned to her. “Is this what you want?”
India hesitated for only a second. “Yes. I do want this. I don’t know why I was fighting the inevitable so hard. You and Rafe were right, this was meant to be.”
Relief flooded his chest. Grant didn’t know what he would have done if she’d changed her mind. His cock was straining painfully against his pants, and right now all he could think about was driving into her tight sheath.
“Then what the hell are we waiting for,” Rafe growled, propelling her forward. Once inside, Rafe grabbed India to him and placed an urgent kiss against the curve of her elegant throat.
Grant refused to be a spectator on the sidelines. Moving behind her, he cupped her shoulders, reveling in the silky smoothness on her mocha skin. He pushed her straps down before raining kisses over the exposed flesh.
India groaned against Rafe’s mouth and then hooked an arm around Grant’s waist. She wiggled her bottom against his cock, making Grant’s throbbing more painful than before. He needed her.
“So beautiful,” he murmured against her skin, raising her dress to run his fingers between her thighs. Already she was wet and ready.
“Oh,” she sighed, resting the back of her head against the crook of his shoulder.
Grant slipped his fingers inside her panties, encountering a soft patch of curly hair between the juncture of her thighs. “You’re so warm,” he murmured, pleased at her arousal.
He noticed Rafe reaching into her bodice and freeing her full breasts.
“Perfect. I haven’t been able to get these lovelies out of my mind since I last had the pleasure of tasting them the first time. By the way you’re squirming for it, you want my mouth on you. Don’t you, India?”
“Yes,” she groaned.
A smile curled the corners of Grant’s lips. There was something arousing about seeing Rafe and India interact. If she was turned on now, Grant planned on turning up the heat several more notches.
Grant dropped to his knees behind her, taking his hands from inside of her panties. “Part your thighs for me, darling,” he commanded softly, prying her legs apart a little further.
India complied, wiggling her delectable backside in the process. Grant wanted no barriers between them. Grabbing the edge of her panties, he pulled them down her shapely thighs and legs, admiring how supple and soft she was. He couldn’t help running his hands along her rear and down the backs of her thighs. Even the contrast of his pale hand against her dark skin was an arousing sight.
Helping her step out of her panties, one foot at a time, Grant tossed them aside, careful not to throw them too close to the flame.
The soft mewling sounds she made in the back of her throat were driving him crazy. Grant stole a brief glance up at India to see her dig her fingers into Rafe’s dark hair as he suckled one taut nipple, before returning to his task.
“Good God, you’re wet,” Grant whispered in wonder upon seeing the trail of moisture drip from her pussy. Placing his head between her thighs, Grant licked at the stream of moisture, savoring the tangy flavor on his tongue. “Delicious,” he murmured, before planting kisses on her ass and inside of her legs.
“Grant,” she groaned, practically shoving her rear in his face. Parting her damp labia, he found her throbbing clit slick with her juices. He rolled the hot bud between his thumb and forefinger, applying pressure and then releasing.
“Do you like that, India?”
Grant already knew the answer to that question from the way she moved against him, silently begging for it, but he wanted to hear her vocalize the affirmative.
“Yes! Oh, yes!” Her shout of ecstasy served to increase his arousal. He shoved a middle finger into her slick channel. Shit, she was tight. Grant could only begin to imagine how it would feel to have his cock buried in her cunt, gripping him like a vise.
Squirming her bottom, she moved with him as he fingered her.
“That’s it, darling. Don’t hold back. Give me everything you’ve got.”
“Rafe…Grant. This feels so good. Ah!” she cried out.
Grant slipped another finger into her pussy, stretching her for his cock. He wasn’t a small man and neither was Rafe. With a pussy this tight, he’d have to prepare her first. He squeezed her luscious ass with his free hand before giving it a playful smack.
“Oh!” Her momentary gasp of surprise became a satisfied purr. He couldn’t take it anymore. Grant had to be inside of her now. Slowly, he eased his fingers from her damp channel and brought them to his mouth, slurping every bit of her essence from his skin. Grant couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this aroused and he could barely contain himself.
He was so eager for her, his hands were trembling almost like his first time with Susie Jordano in her parents’ bedroom. Only this time there was no rush or fear of her father coming home to bust them. And this moment was definitely more special because he and his best friend were pleasuring a very desirable woman who turned him on in ways no words could describe.
He pulled back just enough to tug his polo shirt over his head and then he undid his pants and removed his boxers in a hurry. Grant’s dick throbbed, bright red with his desire.
“I need to be inside of you now, darling. I don’t think I can hold on much longer.”
Rafe lifted his head, letting go of her nipple with a wet slurp. Grant looked at the other man and his friend nodded in their silent communication.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” Grant commanded.
India did as she was told, her breath coming out in hurried gasps, her body trembling in her passion. “What do you want me to do?”
Grant reached up to tug her dress all the way off. “I want you on your knees so I can fuck you.”