Mark's POV
Back by the fire, someone suggested a massage chain. Lisa started on my shoulders, her strong hands working knots. I took over on Bella in front of me, then she on Alex, and so on around the circle. Hands wandered.
My fingers slipped under the strap of Bella’s top, tracing her spine. Alex’s palms drifted high on Dana’s thighs. Chris’s quiet intensity showed as he kneaded Lisa’s lower back, thumbs pressing close to the swell of her ass. Soft moans mixed with the fire’s roar.
The flickering light danced over exposed skin, shoulders, collarbones, the occasional flash of breast when a blanket slipped. Suppressed urges stirred hard. I was rock hard under my blanket, Bella’s petite body still half in my lap, her hand occasionally brushing my thigh teasingly.
The game had dissolve
