Mason watches me with open awe as I lie there, chest heaving. “She came in under a minute.Shite.”
“Grandpa’s still got it,” Finn smirks.
I let out a dazed laugh as he rises to his feet, towering over me as he wipes the remaining moisture from his chin. “So…” he says casually, looking at Mason, “… you were saying something about prep?”
Mason chuckles. “Yeah, well, you did a hell of a job prepping her, no doubt about that. But now…” he brushes his fingers down the curve of my hip again, and I shiver, “… we have to prep those perfect little assholes.”
Luc claps his hands once, delighted. “Best dayever.”
“How do we do this?” Finn asks, his voice a little hoarse as his gaze flicks to Mason.
Mason smirks and eases behind Luc. “Like this.”
His hand grips the back of Luc’s neck, and Luc follows the pressure, folding forward until his chest is pressed to the mattress, ass high in the air.
The sight knocks the air from my lungs.
“Just like that,” Mason murmurs, his open palm gliding up Luc’s spine. “Follow my lead.”
Finn’s hands find my waist before he slides them lower and flips me onto my stomach, maneuvering me with care. I lean into the motion and go easily, my breath catching when he tugs my thighs back until I’m bent over the edge of the bed beside Luc. My nipples get even harder as my chest presses into the bed, the fabric rubbing over them.
When I turn my head, Luc is right there, grinning like we’re partners in crime.
“Bonjour, ma Petite,” he rasps as he reaches for my face, his fingers curling around my chin.
His tongue slides against mine, greedy and hot, and I moan into it. The weight of the guys behind us, paired with the heat of Luc next to me, thickens the air with anticipation, and my pussy throbs.
I hear the nightstand drawer open. The softclickof a cap, followed by the squeeze of lube being poured, the slick sound of it filling the quiet room. The bottle taps the wood, and my whole body shudders in response.
We’ve been building to this moment for weeks.
The fantasy of being taken like this, filled, stretched, and utterly undone between them, between all of them, has haunted me every night since I let them in. We’ve teased it,whispered about it, and I’ve imagined it a hundred different ways.
But this?
This is better.
It’s real, hot, and terrifying in the best possible way.
“Start slow,” Mason commands. “And use a lot of lube.”
“Got it,” Finn answers, close enough that I feel the heat of his breath ghost over my lower back, his focus obvious in the way he moves.
“Touch her here first,” Mason continues, his tone a notch softer now. “Stroke around the rim. Get her body asking for it.”
The broken sound Luc makes tells me Mason is already working him open. I picture it in my head easily. I’ve watched them do just that so many times now. Mason’s hands spreading Luc’s ass, lube slick on his fingers as he circles and presses, stretching him slowly. It’s enough to make my thighs tremble.
Luc groans into the mattress, and it sets off a chain reaction through my body, every nerve lighting up, my skin tingling.
Then Finn’s fingers are there, gliding between my cheeks, and I gasp, even though I was expecting it. He strokes down once, twice, and then he finds that tight ring of muscle and circles it with soft pressure. Not pushing in yet, just teasing, coaxing, letting my body acclimate.
“Like that,” Mason says, the note of approval in his voice enough to make my stomach flip. “Watch her hips. Feel the way she moves into it.”
And I do move.
My hips shift back toward Finn’s hand, chasing that sensation, that spark of something new andso right. Heat curls deep in my belly, spreading outward in slow, thick spirals.
Luc moans again beside me, and I feel his breath against my cheek right before he reaches his hand toward me. I take it, and he threads our fingers. His pupils are blown wide when he kisses me, messy, hungry, like he needs this connection to survive what Mason is doing to him.
