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 arewithoutmy 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 littlechatteraw? 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.”
“Pleasewhat, 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. “Pleasefuck 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 throughme, 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.
