Page 225 of Drown Like Heaven
“Tell him you want him to make you come,” I said, to which Dakota only stared at me harder. “Don’t look at me. Look at him. Show him how you ask for it.”
Tentatively, like she was scared to give herself away, she looked at Mason.
“Mason,” she breathed and I could see her nervousness was real. I didn’t know how many times they’d fucked, but she wasn’t ready to show me how vulnerable she got with him, how filthy. “Make me come.”
There was a pause, her lips parted while she contemplated whatever she was going to say next, chest heaving, belly sucked in.
“With Micah,” she finally added, her voice coming out on a little whimper. “Both of you.”
It was almost too much for me to deal with. That wasn’t what I told her to do.
And I could tell by the way she said it that this was a fantasy for her. One she’d thought about before this.
“You think you can handle both?” There was a bite in my words, an anger I wished I could control. “Spread your legs. Show me how wet this is making you, how bad you need it.”
She did, bending her knees and letting her thighs fall apart, her slick pussy glistening in the low light, the ichor making her brazen.
Mason gripped her thigh, inching his fingers towards her center. I stared at the slow ascent, the size of his hand on herslim thigh. She gasped when he touched her pussy, head thrown back against the pillow, hair haloing around her.
He slid two fingers inside her and I could tell she was feeling it. His thumb rubbed over her swollen clit and she moaned, her warmth breath fanning across the side of my face as I leaned forward. Watching him know exactly how she liked to be touched felt like being stabbed, the edge only blunted by the feral obsession I had for her.
I grabbed the knife and sliced across two of my fingers, then shoved them in her mouth.
“Go on, pretend this is your first time letting him touch you like this,” I said, low in her ear. “But remember I always know when you’re lying, Masters.”
The expression on her face was pure horror.
Good.
My cock was so goddamn hard I couldn’t think of anything other than pumping into something tight, and my brain was having a really hard time separating the sight of Dakota’s gorgeous little body, naked before me, and Mason’s raw strength in my periphery. It’d been getting worse and worse over the weeks with both of them here. My eyes skated over towards him, down his torso, tracing the tight lines of his abs, landing on the thick shape of his cock in his sweats.God.
I flicked my gaze upward again, my stare colliding with his. He was panting now, lips slightly parted. His eyes fell to my mouth for a fraction of a second and I clenched my jaw, heat coiling low in my stomach. My thighs tensed and sweat dripped down my spine. I forced myself to look back at Dakota.
Soft. Feminine. Pretty.Good.
“Look at me while he touches you.”
She did, her tongue swirling around the fingers I’d put in her mouth, her eyes staying locked steady on mine.
I slid my hand below Mason’s, my finger brushing his knuckles as I shoved it in Dakota’s pussy, not giving any of us a second to hesitate.
She was so perfect. Warm and wet and tight, squeezing my finger against Mason’s as we stretched her together. I shoved in farther, my palm flat to the back of Mason’s hand, our forearms aligned. I grabbed her hip and pressed closer to Mason, putting my shoulder flush with his, so our arms were connected all the way from our shoulders to our fingertips inside Dakota’s pussy.
I didn’t miss his sharp inhale.
His muscles flexed against mine, both of us watching Dakota flushed and squirming on the bed.
He leaned toward me, lowering his voice so only I could hear it. “Fuckingchokingme,” he said under his breath. My kapnos.
Our need tangled in the air, ocean and forest, weaving knots of sex and violence and vigor. I could feel the way his fingers were moving inside of her, right along with mine, feel her getting wetter.
“So are you,” I responded, glancing rapidly at his mouth, then holding his stare for a moment too long.
I wanted his tongue, and his slick, tight, fucking bottomless throat.
Dakota didn’t know how Mason sucked dick, butI did. Sometimes it was hard to think of anything else. She gave good oral, but it was different with her than it’d been with him. She was a lot softer, a little bit more shy. She’d known me for far less time, and our relationship was justdifferent. I liked it that way.
I leaned forward and palmed Dakota’s breast, sweeping my thumb over her nipple as her head tipped back. Mason did the same.
