BONUS Chapter #3
Tossing him the lube, he catches it one-handed, already ripping the cap off with his teeth, before slicking himself in two frantic strokes.
Mason pushes up higher, knees spread, back arched beautifully.
Luc shifts in behind him, settling between Mason’s thighs like he was born to fit there, hands sliding up to grip Mason’s hips and hold him steady.
The head of his cock nudges Mason’s stretched hole, still open and shining.
Then Luc sinks in with one slow, filthy push.
Mason groans, and Luc’s head falls back, mouth open, his entire body locking up like he’s trying not to come on the spot. “Fuck, you’re tight. Still so fucking tight.”
I watch transfixed as Luc’s cock disappears into Mason, at the way Mason’s back bows and the slap of skin when Luc bottoms out.
My pussy is dripping, my thighs already slick with it, and my nipples ache. I’m so turned on, I’m sure I could come from the sight alone.
Finn steps up behind me, towel gone, cock heavy against my ass. His mouth is at my neck, and he cups my breasts, flicking my nipples with his thumbs until I whimper. “Want to watch some more?” he murmurs against my ear. “Or get back to what we started in the shower?”
I spin and kiss him hard, tasting mint and want. Then I grab his hand with my clean one and walk to the bathroom, hips swaying. My thighs slide together, wetter than the shower ever left me.
I let go of him and wash my hands, but Finn grips my hips and yanks me back, making me catch the counter just in time as he drops to his knees behind me, spreads me open with rough thumbs, and drags his tongue through me in one long, filthy lick.
“Fu—” My knees buckle, and I can’t even finish the word.
He doesn’t stop. He eats me like he’s starving, tongue circling my clit, nose pressed to my entrance, fingers digging bruises into my hips. I have no idea how he’s even breathing, nor do I have the thought to care.
Moans from the bedroom leak through the open door. Mason’s low curses, Luc’s breathless French, and the wet slap of bodies mingling with the sounds Finn is drawing from me. Each one serves to heighten every flick of Finn’s tongue.
He sucks my clit hard before he slides two fingers into me and curls them, sending me to the edge in an instant.
I come with a sharp cry, pussy clenching around his fingers.
My muscles are spasming so hard I nearly collapse, but he keeps licking, gentler now, drawing it out until I’m boneless against the sink.
Behind us, Luc shouts Mason’s name. A second later Mason follows, voice cracking on a broken “Luc… fu…”
I know the feeling.
Finn stands and spins me, instantly lifting me onto the counter, and my legs wrap around his waist automatically. There’s not just passion in his eyes as he lines up, but love too, and I don’t look away when he drives into me in one thrust.
We both groan at how easily I take him, my pussy still soaked from his mouth and the orgasm he dragged out of me.
“Hold on, baby girl,” he rasps, then starts to fuck me slow and deep.
Through the doorway, I glimpse Luc collapsed over Mason’s back, both of them breathing heavily. The dildo lies forgotten on the bed beside them.
It deserves its own trophy.
Finn exhales into my neck, and I catch him checking in on Mason and Luc, too, a small, proud smile on his face. I tangle my fingers in his hair and draw him in for a deep kiss, already riding the edge of another orgasm.
He slides his hands under my ass and hauls me deeper onto the counter until my back hits the mirror. “Legs tight around me. I’m not done.”
I lock my ankles at the small of his back, and he slams home again, making me cry out.
“Fuck, listen to you,” he growls out, hips snapping.
“Soaked for me. You hear that?” Every thrust is a wet, filthy sound.
He pulls back and looks down at where we’re joined, then glances back up at me with a smirk, a piece of his blond hair falling over his brow.
“You watched them take each other, and now you’re dripping down my balls. Greedy little thing.”
I nearly come from that alone. “Yes…” I grit out, my body a riot of sensation. “Harder—”
He gives me what I asked for, counter creaking, mirror rattling, my tits bouncing with every brutal stroke. A slow hum of energy pulses over my body, settling on my clit, begging for more.
“Gonna leave bruises on this pretty ass tomorrow,” he promises, hands squeezing as he scrapes his teeth across my throat.
“Finn…” I arch my back, slide my hand between us, and start rubbing my clit. “So close. Please—”
“Come on my cock, Alaina.”
He tilts his hips and angles upward, hitting that spot dead-on, and I shatter. My back bows, a cry ripping from me, and my pussy clamping around him so hard he stutters a curse the same time he comes. “F-fuck.”
Finn presses his forehead to mine, riding out our release together, still grinding deep. Before I can even catch my breath, he walks us out back to the bedroom, his cock still buried inside me.
Luc’s standing by the bed and gently wiping Mason down with a towel, who’s still sprawled on his stomach. His ass is gloriously red, his thigh muscles twitching, and there’s a dazed smile on his face.
Finn climbs onto the other side of the bed and lies back, keeping me impaled on him. I collapse onto his chest with a whimper, aftershocks fluttering around his cock while he strokes my spine soothingly, his lips in my wet hair.
Blindly, I reach sideways until my fingers find Mason’s, and he squeezes once. Luc drops down behind him, looping his arm over both of ours.
For a long moment, there’s nothing but breathing, the four of us tangled together, hearts syncing like we’re still on the same course, still chasing the same finish line.
I nuzzle Finn’s chest and take a deep breath.
Finn’s heartbeat under my cheek.
Mason’s hand locked in mine.
Luc’s quiet, contented humming.
Finn’s cock softens inside me, but instead of pulling out, he holds me closer.
“Best fucking team in the world,” he whispers into my hair.
Luc hums his agreement. “The reigning World Cup overall champion and her three groupies.”
Mason lets out a lazy groan. “As long as the groupie uniform doesn’t involve another pink dildo, I’m in.”
“Oh,” Luc says, flicking his ear. “Yours so does.”
Finn chuckles.
Mason huffs, and I laugh into Finn’s chest, my throat aching in the best way. “You guys realize this was supposed to be a one-season plan? Just revenge, maybe a title, and… done.”
Luc tips his head back, grinning. “And instead, we got world domination.”
“And rats,” Mason adds.
“Can’t forget the rats,” Finn agrees.
I close my eyes, breathing in the familiar mix of soap, sweat, and something relatively new… peace.
“Hey,” I murmur. “Next season… we defend the title together?”
Three voices answer at once.
“Always.”
“Hell yeah.”
“Obviously.”
“Good.” I smile, half-asleep already. “I’m not done flying yet.”