Page 68 of Swept Away
Keeping the appearances, his friend runs my hand across his bulge, his erection pushing against his fly.
“I can’t do it,” I insist, shaking under their delicious approach.
Carter whispers in my ear.
“You don’t have to, baby. You’ll come later. Just let him do his thing, while you rub my cock.”
He touches my skin below my earlobe with his lips, and a flurry of goosebumps travels down my legs.
Mason’s hand moves between my legsinsidemy underwear, and I give up, defeated. I relax in my seat and stroke Carter, enjoying the soft pulsations swirling in my core.
Mason looks at me while Carter’s mouth is still close to my face.
He shifts slightly and leans closer as well.
I have both men close to me, both breathing over my lips, and I start to break under their touch.
Carter kisses me first, tongue pushed in, his lips pressing against mine, and then Mason claims my mouth, stroking my clit while thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
A spiral of heat shoots up as I squeeze the other man’s erection.
Suddenly, I stiffen and my pleasure spikes and turns to bliss, shudders moving through my frame while I feel so naughty for letting them do this to me in the club.
A few moments pass, ragged breaths falling from my chest, Mason’s fingers wet between my thighs, when a masculine voice rings in front of us.
“I see you two found yourself a little whore.”
The two men break away from me, Mason’s hand slipping away from my legs, mine falling from Carter’s groin, before they both push out of their seats at the same time and lunge at the three men in front of us.
The new development happens so quickly, I can’t figure out what’s going on before fists start flying and words get pushed out in anger.
One of the men lies on the floor, while the others wrestle with each other.
I collect my purse and hold it tight against my chest, not knowing what to do.
Someone barks at the bouncers to put an end to the brawl, and just as quickly as it had started, the fight comes to an end.
“Let’s go, brother,” Mason says, picking up his things off the table and stretching his hand out to help me out of my seat.
In a swirl, we move away from the table and rush to our car, where we all slide into our seats.
I expect them to be angry.
They smile, entertained.
“That was fun,” Mason says, calm.
“It fucking was,” Carter agrees. “It’ll teach them a lesson.”
“Where are we going?” I ask as Mason sets his car in motion.
“My hotel,” he says, smiling, and I grin in the dim corner.
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His hand restson the small of my neck while his hips tilt against my naked body, his hard length pushing against his low-hung towel, his skin smelling like mint and winter.
