Chapter 20 #3
Mason sucks my clit between his teeth, sending lightning through my nerves, and I truly break. My spine arches off the bed, and their names tumble from my lips as pleasure rips through me, wave after relentless wave.
My legs quiver on either side of their shoulders, fingers locked tight in their hair like I’ll drown if I let go, but they don’t stop. Their mouths stay on me, coaxing every last pulse of my orgasm, chasing the aftershocks.
When the stars finally clear and I can open my eyes again, their tongues are softer, slower on me until they meet in the middle.
And then, right there between my legs, just above my swollen, trembling, wet pussy, Luc and Mason start devouring each other.
Mason’s hand grips Luc’s jaw as they kiss, their bodies angled toward each other now, knees pressing together, while their tongues dance.
Then Mason’s fingers wrap around Luc’s cock, and he gives him a long, slow stroke.
I just lie there, staring down as I stroke their hair. The sight of them brings the need right back, and even with my skin still flushed, my nerves still buzzing, I want more of them.
More of this.
More of whatever we’ve just started.
Their kisses soften into something tender, and Luc pulls back and glances at Mason with that ever-present spark of mischief in his eyes. “Mind if I go first?”
Mason releases him and comes to my side, brushing a kiss over my shoulder on the way. Then his fingers trail down my arm before he laces them with mine.
My heart pounds as Luc spreads my thighs wider again. “When you make her come with your tongue first,” he says, glancing from my pussy to Mason. “She’s so wet, you just glide in. Feels good for both of you.”
Then, in one smooth thrust, he’s inside me.
That deep, slow stretch fills me completely, pulling a raw moan from deep within my chest without warning.
My head falls back, breath hitching sharply before I let it out in a cry.
Mason tightens his grip reassuringly on my hand, anchoring me, while Luc groans in ecstasy.
Luc captures my lips in a fierce kiss before trailing his mouth downward, along my throat, across my collarbone, nipping just enough to ignite a delicious sting.
He rears up and pumps his hips slowly, his eyes closed in pleasure. Then he looks at Mason. “I don’t think I have to explain the actual fucking part?”
Mason rolls his eyes at Luc. “I think I know the mechanics.”
“What do you say, Petite?” Luc asks huskily, punctuating his words with a deep thrust. “I’ll fuck you just a little longer, then Mason gets his turn.”
Holy shit. Why is the thought of them taking turns with me so hot?
“First time raw in this perfect…” thrust, “… little…” thrust, “… chatte?” Luc cups my cheek. “Merde, I might lose my mind.”
He picks up his pace, driving deep, and it feels so damn good.
I’m full, stretched, his thrusts rubbing against places that make my legs shake and sparks dance in my vision.
Then his hand slides up my chest and finds my nipple, teasing it while he fucks me, and I can’t do anything but take it, moaning, letting him push me closer again.
I feel Mason watching, and I want him to watch every hot stroke Luc gives me, every sound I make.
Just the idea of Mason watching has me gushing, and when I look at him, I clench around Luc, who curses in French.
It turns out I like being watched while getting fucked.
But only by them. Only ever by them.
And maybe, maybe Finn.
Imagining Finn standing somewhere next to the bed, watching what Mason and Luc are doing to me is so wrong, but at the same time, so hot.
I clench again, and Luc huffs a startled laugh that turns into a groan.
“Putain.” He pulls out abruptly, leaving me empty.
“You squeeze me like that again, and I’ll come, and I’m not filling you up today.
” He moves so his back is against the headboard and pulls me down to lie on his chest. “I want Mason to feel how wet you are without my cum inside you. This time.” His fingers circle my nipples as he whispers in my ear, “You want him, too, don’t you?
Want Mason to fuck this tight little chatte raw?
Stretch you deep and fill you with that pretty cock of his? ”
God, his filthy fucking mouth.
“Yes,” I whimper as I reach for Mason. “Please, Mason.”
“Please what, Mason?” I can feel Luc’s grin against my neck. “You know he needs to hear it.”
I swallow, not breaking eye contact with Mason, who looks like he’s about to snap. “Please fuck me.”
Luc kisses the top of my spine and pinches my nipples. “Good girl.”
Mason kneels between my thighs and drags his cock through the mess he helped Luc make. “You sure?” he grits out as his hips rock into me, his insecurity holding him back.
It’s enough to center me through the haze. I reach up, cup the back of his neck, and guide him down to me until our lips meet.
“I’m very sure,” I say into the space between us. “You have my enthusiastic consent to fuck me, Mason.”
His exhale is audible, relief flooding his features as he nods, pressing a grateful kiss to my mouth. “Thank you.”
He straightens back up, and with his eyes locked on our bodies and one decisive movement, he pushes into me.
My fingers dig into Luc’s arms where they’re wrapped tightly around me as my whole body arches to meet Mason’s, a broken gasp tearing from my throat.
Luc holds me steady as Mason sinks even deeper.
“Bloody hell.”
“Feels amazing, doesn’t it, Pretty Boy? She’s tight, wet, warm. Parfaite.”
Mason stays as far inside me as he can be, then leans forward again so his lips hover over mine, breath brushing against me in shaky waves.
“Alaina,” he murmurs, and my heart clenches at the way he says my name.
I kiss him, clumsy and breathless, but overflowing with feeling. When he finally starts to move, I move with him. The rhythm we find is slow, each thrust deliberate, every motion perfect, taking me closer to the edge.
“You can feel her squeezing you, right? That’s how you can tell she likes it.
” Luc’s hand splays possessively across my stomach while his other travels upward, stroking slow circles around my nipple.
“Try fucking her hard when she’s trembling.
She’ll squeeze you even harder, it’s adorable.
” He nuzzles the spot behind my ear, his breath warm and intoxicating against my skin.
“Touch her clit, Mase. Make her fall apart again, nice and slow.”
Mason obeys, his fingers gentle but insistent as they find my swollen clit, tracing lazy circles that match his thrusts. Each movement sends waves of pleasure cascading through me, the tension building gradually, deliciously, and my hips buck with his, begging him for more.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I pant, my body trembling with anticipation.
“Just like that,” Luc purrs, sending a shiver down my spine. “Are you ready to let go again, bébé?”
“Yes.” I gasp, utterly desperate. “Please, don’t stop.”
Mason’s movements become more urgent, the snap of his hips getting faster and more intense, while Luc’s voice guides me deeper, his hand firmly holding my trembling body against his.
When I shatter, it’s like the pieces drift apart one at a time, leaving me scattered between them. My moan is trapped between Mason’s lips and mine, and my muscles lock, gripping him tightly as my orgasm surges through me.
“Alaina,” Mason groans reverently, pushing deep one final time as he follows me over the edge. His warmth fills me, stealing my breath away.
So damn good.
We’re still tangled when I finally catch my breath, our bodies slick with sweat, and Mason kisses me again like he’s tasting every second of what just happened.
“Fuck, Bambi.” He breathes against my lips. “That was…”
“Everything,” I finish for him.
“Everything,” he repeats. He cups my cheek, searching my eyes like he’s trying to find proof that this wasn’t a dream.
Luc kisses my temple. “If that wasn’t perfect, I don’t know what is.”
Mason grins at Luc before kissing him softly over my shoulder. His hand trails leisurely down my arm, tracing the lines of my tattoos.
“You didn’t come yet, baby,” Mason murmurs against Luc’s mouth. At his words, my pussy flutters around Mason, and he hisses before pulling out. A shiver ripples through me as his cum slides out of me, dripping slowly down my thighs.
“What do you think, Bambi?” Mason asks, watching his cum spill out of me for another second before looking up at us. “He was such a good boy. Should we return the favor?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.