Start Me Up by #3
Mason grabbed her arm when she was only halfway there and spun her.
Her back crashed into the cool wall, and his mouth came down on hers.
His tongue pressed past her lips, and he kissed her fiercely.
She moaned and raised her knee to hook over his hip.
The bulge of his cock jammed against her sex.
She would leave a wet mark on his pants, but she ground herself against him anyway.
“Undo my pants, Liberty.”
Her fingers went to the waist of his pants and released the button. She quickly lowered the zipper and his cock sprang free. Without being told, her fingers wrapped around his thickness and her thumb ran over the wet tip. He caught her wrist and stilled her movements.
“You have to ask.”
“Can I touch you?” She was mad with lust and needed to feel him. Surely he could grant her that.
“With your mouth.” He looked into her eyes, his own eyes pools of dark lust. “Still want to touch me?”
“Yes.”
“On your knees.”
She dropped to her knees so fast she would probably have bruises there.
Her mouth found his thick cock and sucked him deep to the back of her throat.
He groaned, rocking to the balls of his feet.
She quickly untangled her arms from her bra and reached for his hips, but he was faster.
He grabbed her hands and pinned them against the wall, over her head, in one large hand.
“Your mouth feels incredible on my cock, Liberty. Take me deeper. I know you can.”
She shut her eyes and felt her shoulders tighten as she leaned forward. Her mouth stretched over his hot flesh, and she moved her tongue along the underside of his shaft.
“Deeper,” he commanded, and she leaned into him as far as her position allowed. The way he held her arms, she could only reach so far. He spread his feet apart, lowering himself another inch. His hand went to the back of her head and sifted through her curls.
She would have felt the wall there had he not used his hand as a buffer. As it were, the new placement of his hand allowed him to thrust deeper into her mouth.
She moaned as he filled her mouth. Her eyes watered as his flesh pressed farther toward the back of her throat. “That’s it, baby. Take all of me. Just like that.”
When the smooth head of his engorged cock pressed against the soft palate of her throat, he held himself there. Liberty started to panic as she realized with him that deep she couldn’t breathe. Tightness gripped her chest and her eyes burned. He pulled himself back and air flooded into her lungs.
He looked down at her, his thumb reaching below her ear to trace the gentle curve of her extended jaw.
“Feel that, baby? That’s you taking all of me.
I’m going to do that again, but this time I want you to relax.
When you feel me at the back of your throat I want you to swallow so I can feel your hot mouth constricting my cock. ”
She waited as he slowly fed his cock down the back of her throat.
Taking one last breath of air, she felt him reach the deepest point, and she swallowed.
Mason groaned long and hard, then retreated.
He did this a few more times, and Liberty grew more comfortable with it, knowing he would never hold himself there for more than a couple of seconds.
Mason moaned and panted. He said dirty things to her that should have been offensive, but only enflamed her lust more.
His thrusts became frantic, and his grip on her hair tightened.
He forced himself in and out, and Liberty couldn’t tell if he was thrusting his hips toward her or jerking her head down on his cock.
Either way, she understood that his control was slipping and he was now literally fucking her mouth and she loved it, loved being able to do this to him, to pleasure him so intensely that he lost a bit of his command.
His cock suddenly ripped from her mouth. She panted and looked up at him in surprise. He pointed to the soft white runner. “On your hands and knees.”
Liberty crawled to the center of the carpet as he tossed off his shirt and knelt behind her.
His thighs nudged her legs farther apart as his hard cock, still wet with her saliva, fell into the crease of her ass.
She stared straight ahead as he rubbed himself up and down the seam there.
The tip of his cock paused, resting over the tight rosette of her ass.
“I’m going to fuck you here one day, Liberty, one day soon.”
Shivers racked her body as anticipation of that day heated her blood.
“But tonight I need to feel your tight pussy wrapping around my cock, holding me like a tight little fist.” His hand slid up her spine and over her shoulder. He pressed her toward the carpet. “Rest your head on your arms.”
Her shoulders lowered as he lined his cock up with her wet opening. He chuckled. “It seems my wife loves sucking me off. You’re soaking wet.” He teased her, swirling the tip of his engorged cock at the rim of her opening, and she moaned. Fingers gripped her hips, and he suddenly slammed home.
He filled her in such a delicious rush of force she screamed out. She asked him to fuck her hard, and it seemed that was exactly what he intended to do. He pounded into her sex so hard she couldn’t help the cry of pleasure that punctuated each forceful thrust.
Filled and hot, her body reveled in the extreme bliss of being thoroughly taken by her husband, being owned by him and him alone. His possession was the most invigorating, comforting thing she had ever experienced.
Sean awoke with a start when he heard someone scream.
He’d been sleeping fitfully, dreaming of Liberty, well, Liberty and Mase.
Frowning into the darkness, he accepted how much staying here with the two of them was costing him.
His cock was semi-erect, which for the last few days seemed to be the norm.
A deep grunt caught his ear, and he turned to face the door in the dark.
It sounded as if someone were out in the hall.
He listened and when he heard a thud he decided to investigate.
Carefully navigating through the dark to the door of his bedroom, he noticed the hall lights were still on.
Glancing at the digital clock on his nightstand, he realized he hadn’t slept that long. It was only eleven-thirty.
Sean opened the door, and the sounds that awakened him were amplified without the barrier of walls.
His eyes went wide at the vision that greeted him.
A naked Liberty, on her knees, head low, blond curls spilling over her arms and onto the white carpet as her shoulders jolted and her voice cried out in pleasure with each hard thrust Mason pounded into her from behind.
Jesus fucking Christ!
Her long spine trailed to a perfectly shaped ass.
The backdrop to said ass was two beautifully cut hips and a toned abdomen thrusting forcefully against her.
Sean’s eyes traveled up the well-muscled torso, noticing every rivulet of sweat that trickled over Mason’s hard abs.
Sean’s cock suddenly slammed to full attention.
Mason’s pecs were as sculpted as ever. His lungs expanded in his chest as he fucked his wife hard. Sean couldn’t look away. His eyes molested the other man’s body all the way up to the thick cords of his neck. When he reached his face, he froze.
Mason, pounding his wife hard, was looking right at him. He tipped his chin up in acknowledgement, a trickle of sweat working its way over the curve of his strong jaw, as he increased his pace and nailed Liberty harder.
Sean looked down at Liberty. She seemed to love it. Sean then looked down at the huge bulge under his briefs. He loved it too.
Mason paused, and Liberty let out a protesting moan. Sean watched as Mase slowly reached for his wife’s shoulder and leaned down to her ear, softly whispering, but Sean heard every word.
“Liberty, we’re being watched.”
Liberty stiffened and slowly raised her head. Her deep blue eyes, now the color of stormy skies, found Sean’s immediately. Her cheeks flushed, and she nervously licked her lips.
Looking back in Mason’s eyes, Sean knew he was too far gone with lust to be thinking clearly. He was being completely driven by the eroticism of the moment. He’d always been a bit of an exhibitionist.
Mason gently pulled Liberty up by the shoulders and kissed and licked her neck as he held her up for inspection.
Her arms crossed over her breasts, and Sean could see where Mason’s fat cock filled her slick pussy.
She was shaven smooth, and her folds glistened with arousal.
The vein on Mason’s cock bulged and curved to remain inside of her in this upward position.
She panted and gazed seductively at him. By the look of things, she found the idea of being watched erotic as well, but also struggled with it, as a hint of panic infused her stare. Knowing Mason, he wouldn’t allow her to hold any shame in moments of intimacy.
Mason’s hands went to Liberty’s, and he gently eased them away from her breasts. He used one hand to circle her wrists and pull her arms down. “Show Sean your pretty tits, Liberty.”
Liberty responded to his direction. It was a beautiful display of submission, one that Sean found intoxicating. His cock lengthened a little more, and he reached down to adjust himself. His ex still seemed to follow a dominant no-shame policy.
Mason slid his hands under her arms and guided her limbs around his neck. The caress caused a tickle of chills to chase over Liberty’s flesh, and Sean could actually see her nipples ruche a bit more. They were beautiful, small, tight, and, as he already knew, deep pink. He swallowed.
Mason’s fingers went to those perfectly puckered nipples and pinched them between his fingers.
Liberty moaned long and deep. Her head fell back on Mason’s shoulder and her eyes shut.
She was drunk on passion, totally gone. Sean had never imagined Liberty appearing so free and unrestrained. It was beautiful.