22. BAILEE
BAILEE
I gasped, my body trembling as Mason drove into Angelo, the force pushing Angelo deeper into me, his cock filling me with a heat that made my vision blur. My screams tore from my throat but Benji’s lips were there, swallowing every sound, his kiss a hungry anchor as pleasure roared through me.
It felt amazing, their bodies moving with mine, a rhythm that was both primal and perfect. My orgasm coiled tight in my core, a wave building higher with every thrust, every touch, until it crashed over me, shattering me into a thousand blissful pieces. I cried out, my nails digging into Angelo’s shoulders and Benji’s hair as my body clenched around Angelo, pulling him under with me.
Angelo grunted, his voice rough and reverent. “Fuck, Lee, you should feel how Mason’s cock feels inside me—tight, so fucking good.” His words sent a fresh jolt through me, and then he exploded, his release hot and pulsing inside me, his hips stuttering as he rode out his climax. Mason gripped Angelo’s hips, pulling him back to the edge of the lounge, his cock falling from my pussy. And then Mason started pounding into him, Angelo’s hands white-knuckling the edge of the lounge as he gasped, his face a mix of pleasure and surrender.
Benji’s arms gently wrapped around me despite the chaos, pulling me into his lap as he sat on the lounge. I wasn’t sure when he’d shed his clothes as he guided me onto his cock, my slick heat stretching to take him in. Straddling his lap, I clung to his shoulders, my body still trembling from my first orgasm, and he murmured, “Watch them, baby girl. Look how well Mason’s taking care of Angelo.”
I grinned, my gaze locking on the sight before me—Mason’s muscles flexing as he drove into Angelo, Angelo’s head thrown back, his moans filling the air. It was erotic, raw, and so fucking beautiful, like a painting I’d never forget. Even as I came down from my high, Benji’s hips pumped up into me, driving me toward a second orgasm. I was blissed out, my head spinning, and Benji leaned forward, his lips grazing my neck, his breath warm against my skin. “This still okay?”
I nodded, my eyes fluttering as I watched Mason and Angelo, the heat in my core building again. “Yeah,” I whispered, my voice barely there. “So, okay.”
Mason came with a low groan, his hips snapping against Angelo’s, and Angelo collapsed over the side of the lounge, laughing as he slipped to his knees, his chest heaving. I chuckled, the sound mingling with a moan as Benji’s thrusts grew harder, more insistent. Mason slid onto the lounge beside Benji, his hand cupping my face as he stole my lips in a kiss that was all heat and possession. I pressed a hand to his chest, grounding myself even as Benji fucked me from below, his cock hitting every perfect spot.
“Still okay?” Mason asked, pulling back just enough to search my eyes.
I felt Angelo saddle up on Benji’s other side. “Are you guys gonna keep checking in with me?” I asked, half-laughing, half-moaning as Benji’s rhythm pushed me closer to the edge.
Angelo dipped his head, his lips closing around my breast, his tongue teasing my nipple. “Always,” he murmured against my skin, and I shattered again, my second orgasm ripping through me as a finger found my clit, circling with just the right pressure. I screamed, my body convulsing, the mess of cum and my release mixing as Benji groaned and exploded inside me, his hips jerking as he held me tight.
For just one night, I’d let myself feel—every touch, every kiss, every pulse of pleasure. But as I caught my breath, a quiet fear crept in. How was I supposed to go back to normal after this? After them? I didn’t know, and for now, I didn’t want to. I just wanted to stay here, lost in the heat of their arms, where nothing else mattered.