“I’m not going to rush through this. Not going to treat it like something to get through.” His breath mingles with mine, warm and sweet. “You deserve better than that. You always have.”
The words crack something open inside me. Something I’ve been keeping locked away for ten years, convinced I’d never be able to let it out.
“Then show me,” I whisper against his mouth. “Show me what I deserve.”
Judah kisses me.
This time it’s different. Slower. More deliberate. He explores my mouth like he’s mapping uncharted territory, cataloguing every response, every shiver, every small sound I make.
Behind me, Phoenix’s hands get busy. She tugs at my boxers, working them down over my hips with efficient movements. Cool air hits overheated skin and I gasp into Judah’s mouth.
Her fingers trace the curve of my ass, dipping between my cheeks to find the slick wetness gathered there.
“God, Mason.” Her voice is thick with want. “You’re so wet.”
I whimper as one finger circles my entrance. The sensation is electric, pleasure sparking up my spine.
Judah breaks the kiss, pulling back just far enough to watch my face. “That’s it. Let her take care of you.”
Phoenix’s finger presses inside.
The stretch is nothing—I’m so slick and open from the heat that she slides in with no resistance at all. But the sensation of beingfilled, even this small amount, sends me spiraling.
“More,” I gasp. “Please, I need?—”
A second finger joins the first. Phoenix works them in and out with a steady rhythm, crooking them just right to hit that spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes.
“You’re beautiful like this.” Judah’s hand traces down my chest, thumb brushing over a nipple. “Always have been. Used to dream about seeing you this way.”
“You dreamed about me?”
“Every night for ten years.” His mouth finds the claiming bite on my chest, tongue tracing the silvered scar tissue. “Could never get you out of my head.”
Phoenix adds a third finger and I cry out, hips rocking back to meet her hand. The pleasure is building, coiling tight in my belly, pressure mounting toward something I can’t quite?—
“Stop.”
Judah’s voice cuts through the haze. Phoenix’s fingers still immediately.
“What?” I pant, confused and desperate. “Why?—”
“Because if she keeps going, you’re going to come.” Judah’s ocean-blue eyes hold mine steadily. “And I want to be inside you when that happens.”
The words hit me like a physical force. My cock jerks against my stomach, leaking precome onto the sheets.
“Yes.” The word comes out broken.”Yes.”
Phoenix withdraws her fingers slowly, leaving me empty and aching. She shifts behind me, sitting up against the headboard.
“Come here.” She pats her lap.
I hesitate, not understanding.
“Like this.” She guides me with gentle hands until I’m kneeling over her, facing her, my thighs bracketing her hips. “Now lean back against me.”
I do as she says, my back pressing against her chest. Her arms wrap around me, one hand splayed over my heart, the other sliding down to grip my cock.
“Perfect,” she murmurs against my ear. “Now Judah can see everything.”
