Chapter 20 #4
“Come here,” Mason encourages softly, gently positioning me. He settles me on my knees between Luc’s parted thighs, then leans back casually on his elbows, eyes dark, breathing uneven. Luc’s cock is hard, flushed, and slick at the tip, making my mouth water at the sight alone.
His hips twitch, rising slightly as he notices my focused gaze, a low groan escaping him as he tries and fails to keep still.
“How about you start,” Mason murmurs, voice rich with quiet amusement. “I’ll follow.”
I swallow nervously, eyes still fixed on Luc’s impressive length. “I… I don’t know how.”
Luc’s head falls back with a tortured groan. “Fuck.”
Mason takes Luc’s cock in his hand, steadying it. “Think of it like your favorite lollipop. Don’t use your teeth and take your time. I’ll help.”
Nodding, I lean forward and slowly lick the tip, tasting the salty, intoxicating essence of Luc mixed with sweat and what I tasted on their lips after they licked me. A soft moan slips from me before I carefully take the head into my mouth, savoring the warmth and weight of him.
Mason guides me, his hand sliding smoothly along the shaft, matching my rhythm.
My confidence grows with each soft, unfiltered moan Luc gives us, spurring me to take him deeper.
I push past the edge of comfort, feeling him press against the back of my throat.
A brief gag reflex spurs, making tears prickle at my eyes.
Luc’s hands tenderly cradle my face, pulling me off him, and lifting me to meet his gaze. He kisses the corner of my eye, tasting the single tear that slips down my cheek.
“Bébé,” he whispers affectionately, warmth radiating from his gaze, making me melt all over again. “Don’t choke on my cock, even if it’s hot.”
Mason smoothly takes my place, his lips wrapping effortlessly around Luc, taking him deep without hesitation. Luc’s ragged gasp fills the room as pleasure visibly shudders through him.
“Get back down there, Petite,” Luc commands desperately between pants. “Help him suck me off.”
Mason and I take turns licking, tasting, circling our tongues. I take the head while Mason works the shaft, then we switch, our mouths brushing.
It’s messy. Wet.
And fucking perfect.
When our tongues meet mid-lick over Luc’s flushed, leaking tip, we end up kissing around him, and Luc spurs us on with a wanton moan and the rise of his hips.
He’s trembling now, one hand tangled in my hair, the other buried in Mason’s. I know how he feels now, having two people worship him. His hips buck once, then again, and I feel him pulsing. Still, we keep going, kissing and licking, drawing it out until he’s cursing in French.
“Stop.” Luc stiffens. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna…”
Just in time, Mason pulls me back, and Luc’s release hits his hand that’s still wrapped around our Frenchman’s cock.
Mason eyes the cum all over his knuckles, then licks it from his fingers. I curl my fingers around his wrist and steal a taste, too, licking the rest from his skin, making both guys groan.
“What?” I look between them. “You did the same with my… stuff.”
“You’re so fucking dirty, and you don’t even know it.” Luc is still panting. “It’s so damn hot.”
Mason kisses my temple before getting up from the bed. “I’ll grab something to clean up.”
“You okay, bébé? Was that too much?” Luc gathers me close and kisses the top of my head.
I melt into him, still warm and sticky. “It was perfect.”
Mason returns, and the care in his hands is so gentle, I melt even further. He helps me clean up his cum from between my legs first, then takes a clean cloth and wipes Luc down, too, his brow is deep in thought.
“Petite said she’s fine.” Luc grins, making Mason look up at him questioningly. “I can hear you overthinking from here, Pretty Boy.”
Mason finally settles down beside Luc, and I reach out instinctively, lacing my fingers with his.
“It’s true,” I whisper. “I very much enjoyed it. It was amazing, and I’d love to repeat it soon. I mean, if you guys want that too.”
Luc arches an eyebrow and glances at Mason, who remains quiet, clearly still processing everything.
Instead of pushing further, Luc simply strokes my back.
The quiet isn’t awkward or heavy but peaceful, filled with soft breaths and the warmth of tangled limbs.
For once, I don’t want to analyze it to death or break it before it breaks me. I just want to stay.
Mason’s thumb drags over mine, like he’s asking something he doesn’t have the words for. I squeeze back, my answer without a single syllable.
I told him that I want him, and he said he wants me back.
It feels like I belong here with them.
Maybe that won’t last, and Mason will change his mind. He still didn’t say whether he wants to repeat this. Maybe this thing between the three of us exists only in this moment, wrapped in sweat-damp sheets and tender kisses. But hell, I’ll take it.
Every second, every brush of skin, every quiet moment where we all just exist without the world clawing at us.
I press a soft kiss to Luc’s chest, tightening my fingers around Mason’s hand, and allow myself to drift.
Not safe.
Not certain.
But held together.