She nods toward Mason, then the ground, and he drops to his knees like she’s the only god he’s ever believed in and who can tell him what she wants without even saying a word.
She slides her hands over Mason’s helmet until she finds the chin guard, pulling on it to tilt his head up to her. Luc groans and strokes himself faster, making Alaina tighten around me.
She’s fuckingclenchingdown on my cock.
“Jesus.” I gasp. “Al…”
“Say please,” Alaina says on a breath.
I’m not sure who she’s talking to, but I’m ready to beg, and so, it seems, is Mason as he presses out, “Please.”
“Good boy, stroke yourself harder.”
My hands grip her hips too tightly, my control teetering. Just one more thrust, one more moan, and I’m?—
“Stop,all of you.”
Everything freezes, and I let out a cry, my chin guard dropping to my chest as I hang my head. My body is trembling with the effort not to move or just combust inside her wet pussy.
This is fucking torture, even if it’s the best kind.
Alaina squeezes my forearm as she pants, “Get up and stand beside Luc.”
I nearly come just from pulling out, but I manage to hold back as I do what she says and step back from the bed. Luc is still holding himself, breathing hard, and I don’t even try to stop my hand from wrapping around my own length, still slick from her, the heat unbearable.
She gestures to Mason, who rises, too, standing on Luc’s other side. Now all of us are lined up at the foot of the bed, helmets on, cocks in hand, panting like she made us race a World Cup finale.
Alaina lies back, one arm tucked behind her head like she’s just stretching as if this isnothingand spreads her legs.
Then she starts touching herself again like we’re just her audience, but this time, it’s even wetter, filthier,more obscene,because I just fucked her.
Luc swears behind his helmet, and Mason’s breath has turned ragged, each inhale tighter than the last. I don’t know where to look. Her hands. Her mouth. Her thighs. Her flushed face.
“I want you all to come on my body when I come.”
Thank God.
The chorus of groans that follows is agreement and full-body relief. We move closer as we stroke ourselves in time with her fingers. Luc on her left, Mason on her right, and me at the foot of the bed, with the perfect view of her open thighs and the slick mess I left behind.
Every set of eyes is locked on her, and the way her hips jerk when she hits that edge, the way her fingers speed up, the sound of her breath falling apart.
She cries out as she comes, moaning a wild, tangled mix of our names. Her back bows off the bed, and her muscles tremble. Gorgeous andoursin a way that knocks the breath clean out of me.
My orgasm crashes through me like a free fall.
My hips jerk, my abs tighten, every muscle locked as I groan through clenched teeth. My release shoots out in hot, pulsing waves, landing across her pussy, painting what I just had buried myself in.
My legs damn near give out from the force of it.
Luc’s curses and Mason’s groans make a forceful duet on either side of me, and the sounds of them losing it somehow make itworse.
I keep hold of myself by bracing one hand on the edge of the bed and thrusting into my hand as I ride out the aftershocks of my orgasm.
Once the stars in my vision finally blink out, I let my gaze travel up her body, to find that the others came across her chest and stomach.
She’s covered in it, in us.
And she looksfucking divine.
