“You're the winner,” I said, the tip of my tongue tracing her ear. “You get the winner's spoils. What do you want, Marina? Ask for it.”
Other than a shaky gasp, she said nothing. Pulling back, I slid her hair from its ponytail and smiled. Her response was to blush and shake her head. “Not now. I'll keep my favor for another time.”
I was curious. I'd expected her to ask for something, no matter what it was, or if we could actually reward it. Turning an eye towards Kite, I spotted his thoughtful frown. He was wondering what I was.
What would she eventually ask for?
“Fine,” I said, slipping her goggles off and dropping them. Mine followed next. “Then the runner-ups get their wishes. Someone has to celebrate, after all.”
“Yeah?” Her teeth were still pinky-red when she smiled. It matched her flushing skin. “You guys are tied, can you agree on what you both want?”
The leaves crumbled under Kite's feet. “Yeah, I think we're wishing for the same thing.” He was dismantling his gear, stripping down to his under-shirt and jeans even with the chilly weather. Clearly, he knew it was about to get very warm for all of us.
Chuckling, I wiped at the paint on her cheeks. “Yes. We're on the same page.” Backing up, I enjoyed how she started to reach for me. Kite filled the space, kissing Marina while I stretched out our jackets on the hard ground. Twigs wouldn't ruin this for us.
Marina wove her hands into Kite's hair. I could hardly see her behind his hunched body. “Turn her,” I said, motioning. He took the cue, adjusting so that Marina's back no longer faced the tree, but was aimed at me.
Pressing my hard chest into her shoulders, I reached around and unzipped her jacket. It was freed, tossed gently on the pile. The material of her thin shirt wrinkled under my touch, my grip light as I followed her ribs. She filled my palms with her deep inhale.
“What are you going to do?” she asked, managing to break away from Kite's hungry mouth. Peeking up, I saw how he coerced her back. Her lips would be swollen by the end.
“Telling you would spoil it,” I said. Crouching, I lifted her shirt, kissing the indents above her ass. The skin there was polished in its texture. She twitched, rocking away, but her body was stopped by Kite.
Marina was trapped between us.
Inching her jeans down until they pooled on the dirt, I caressed the swell of her hips. Black panties that hid away her intimate secrets fell away in my grip. She was exposed to the air, goosebumps rising up along her thighs.
Marina was already glistening with arousal. The smell of her drove me wild. I'd planned to go slower, but her temptation had my cock rock-hard in my pants. Spreading her from behind, I buried my nose and my tongue on her beautiful *.
Her squeak was a siren's call. I think she would have been louder, but Kite was drowning her in a long kiss. She'd soaked me with red paint minutes ago. Now, I ached for her to lose control and drench me in her come.
We were all winners today.
Around me, the bridge of her thighs was vibrating. My thumbs peeled her cunt open, exploring her until I was licking between her ass cheeks. That made her wiggle, the mini-fight turning my excitement up a notch.
Marina was stuck within the reach of my mouth. Even if she bent and twitched while I lapped at her tight arse, the strings of liquid rolling down her inner thighs told the real story. She loved everything I was doing.
So did I.
“I think my damn zipper is about to snap,” Kite growled, breaking their kiss. Feeling my own painful erection, I was sympathetic.
Standing tall, I tipped Marina's head back and nuzzled her temple. “Are you ready?” I asked, fingers whispering down to trace her *. I got them soaked, lubed so they could tease lightly over her anus.
Tight as a drum, Marina tried to weave away. “Wait, I've never done that,” she panted.
Across from me, Kite's eyes twinkled. “Guess that makes me lucky,” he said, yanking his jeans down to his ankles in a blur. “I'm the one who gets to be the first.”
I could have argued; I'd prepared her for this new act, after all. And I'd been the one to get a face-full of paint. But I was content to feel Marina, hearing her moan as I tested her limits. There was no reason to argue over who got to take her first... but I wasn't done with her. Not yet.
Around her front, I traced the engorged nub of her clit. Her gasp was fantastic, especially so close to my ear. “Isn't that nice?” I asked. I knew the answer, I could tell from how fast her lungs worked. “Don't you want more?”
Twisting, she laid her heated stare on me, eyes half-shut. “Of course I fucking do.”
The flash of heat that rolled through my belly was immense. I wanted to free my raging erection. Instead, I forced myself to remain calm.
Still petting her pretty cunt, I began teasing her puckered asshole. The noises she made had me dizzy. Marina swept me up the same way I did to her.