Page 12 of Swept Away (Men of War #1)

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Mason kisses me again, and I fall back, opening the view for Carter.

I’m no longer shifted toward Mason.

I’m leaning back with him twisted toward me, his fingers moving in and out of me, my eyes almost blurry as I’d rather stare at the windows than look anyone in the eye right now.

I feel guilty… and ashamed.

I also feel like a million bucks.

Sex has never been this good.

Sex has never been such an adventure.

I wish I could push back some of these feelings, but they spiral up as my pleasure spikes.

“Good girl,” Mason says, watching my lips part and my chest rock as ragged breaths flow from my mouth.

“I’ll pull your tits out now,” he says.

The only reason he’s talking is to clarify the next steps to all parties involved.His friend included.

I don’t think I have the strength to utter an answer.

Before lowering my neckline, he pushes my skirt up.

The stretchy fabric creases below my navel while I feel like my chest is about to explode.

Just as swiftly, he runs his fingers inside my top and lowers my neckline so he can scoop my boobs out.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” he asks, his voice heavy with lust, his free hand cupping my breasts.

Closing my eyes, I block out my surroundings, eager to experience every bit of this without a trace of guilt.

“She definitely is,” Carter says, his voice a mix of late mornings’ rasp and early evenings’ delectable smoothness. “I was so jealous when I waited for you to finish fucking at the club.”

His words ring sincere, and I almost open my eyes and look at him, but I’m still not ready to face him.

“Can you push your ass up, baby, so I can roll your skirt up.

I do that, perfectly aware that I’m naked for both of them, and just as wet between my legs.

“She surely likes it,” Carter says, a smile coloring his voice.

The sofa rustles when he picks up his drink, takes a sip, and sets it back on the table.

I crack an eye and catch him as he places his drink down.

It’s not my intention to meet his gaze, but our eyes brush against each other when he settles back in his seat,and the fire of hell engulfs my cheeks.

Mason grips my chin and tilts my face to him to take my lips. Still finger fucking me, he deepens the kiss while the man at my side witnesses it all.

He is so close, I could touch his lips, his chest, even his cock.

My hair falls over my face and it’s not Mason––it’s him, Carter who brushes my hair back so he can see my mouth locked with Mason’s, my tits savaged by Mason’s hand, and my pussy barely covered by the hemline of my skirt that keeps sliding down while his friend’s fingers move deep into my core.

“You want him to touch you, you just say so,” Mason murmurs against my lips before pulling his shirt over his shoulders. “All right?” he asks, unfastening his belt and unbuttoning his pants.

Panting, I look at him.

He comes back to me, chuckling silently.

“Don’t be afraid, little kitten,” he says, stroking my pussy. “He won’t do anything you won’t one hundred percent love.”

He takes my mouth, hovering over me.

“Let’s show him how you suck my cock,” he says, peeling his touch away from me just as I’m a few strokes away from coming.

He moves up, presses his knee against the sofa next to me, slides his foot between my legs, and without flinching, runs his hand down his pants and pulls out his hard cock, his eyes steady on mine.

“Open your mouth, baby…” he says, his chiseled torso towering over me, the smell of pre-cum hitting my nostrils.

I push up to position my mouth against his erection, still unable to look at his friend.

Somehow, it feels easier to put Mason’s cock into my mouth than to look at his friend.

Despite my efforts not to look at him, I can’t ignore his presence here and how close he is to me.

Or the warmth coming from his skin.

Or the smoldering fire dancing on my body.

If he feels half of what I feel, we’re in deep trouble.

I wrap my lips around Mason’s erection, who grunts out his pleasure, sliding his hands to the back of my head and slowly rocking his hips to hit the back of my throat.

The tension steadily grows inside my abdomen.

“Let him play with your pussy,” Mason says, watching me swallow his cock and rubbing him with my hand. “Open your legs for him,” he instructs quietly, “And let him do it. You don’t have to look at him or even kiss him. Just let him touch you, baby.”

That somehow makes things easier for me.

I part my legs and close my eyes, Mason’s fingers sliding over my face, his thumb stroking the delicate skin around my mouth.

“You’re so fucking good at this,” he says quietly, thrusting his hard-on into my mouth while I swirl my tongue around him. “More,” he says. “Open your legs a little more,” he adds, and I watch him look down at my thighs while Carter doesn’t move.

And then he does.

He comes closer to me and shifts toward me, watching me suck Mason from a few inches away.

He doesn’t kiss me, but he brushes my hair back as he did before, and I feel his breath over my neck.

The sensation is so delicious I no longer bob my head, although Mason keeps rolling his hips, pushing himself into my mouth.

My center throbs as Carter moves his lips over my neck, slides his fingers across my collarbones, and presses his thumb into my skin.

The idea of him being so close to me is killing me.

I clench my thighs in desperation while he drags his thumb up my jawline and my cheek, my mouth still filled with Mason.

I lift my gaze and catch Mason watching us with lustful eyes, slowly nodding in agreement with everything Carter is doing to me.

“He’ll drive you crazy,” he says. “And you’ll love every moment of it.”

Carter’s thumb moves below my lower lip, close to Mason’s hard-on, before his breath fans over my cheek and he whispers in my ear.

“You looked hot as fuck tonight, kitten. I was hard for you the entire evening.”

His words have the zing of truth and hit me in my chest.

My brain is sort of mushy now, and it’s hard to go back and analyze the sequence of events tonight.

It all feels so far away.

“I couldn’t stop staring at your ass,” he adds, his hand sliding and cupping my breast hard.

A moan rips away from my lips.

“Yeah, baby,” he says, laughing quietly. “When he told me last night that he had found you and had fucked you , I couldn’t believe my ears. It sounded too perfect to be true. But you are everything he said you’d be and so much more.”

He lowers his head and pulls my boob into his mouth before running his teeth over my nipple and sinking them into my flesh.

His hand starts moving up my knee before slowly drifting up, and up, my nipple still in his mouth.

He flicks it with his tongue and nibbles on it while pushing his hand between my legs.

No matter how open my legs are, they’re not open enough for him.

He nudges them apart even more until I’m fully open and swept by the cold air in the room, my clit trembling beneath his touch.

He softly taps it, and pleasure moves through me like fire.

Feeding on what he’s seeing, Mason’s grip tightens on me. I notice how focused he is on Carter’s hand.

Aware that I’m looking at him, he winks at me softly, his eyes heavy with lust, his shaft so hard that it can burst in my mouth.

And then, as Carter tilts his head up, our eyes finally meet. A sultry smile sits on his lips, his stare igniting a fire in my chest.

He looks at my mouth, and I can tell he wants to kiss me.And I want to kiss him too.Only I can’t right now.

He keeps moving his hand between my thighs while I keep sucking on Mason’s hard-on before he slides two fingers into me.

I moan, and Carter’s lips curve into a smile.

He takes my hand and presses it against his groin, his hard cock stirring.

“See how it feels,” he says, watching my lips roll down Mason’s veiny hardness.

He pushes his waistband down, and I wrap my fingers around his girth, gasping for air.

“We’ll take you home, baby,” Carter says with a smile while I move my fist and rub the chiseled tip.

“You've earned everything that’s coming your way,” he says, using his two fingers and his thumb to drive me nuts.

“Man, she’s wet,” he says, pulling his fingers out and lifting them so Mason and I can see how slick my arousal is.

Mason pulls back, his cock bouncing away from my mouth while Carter looks at me with a deep hunger in his eyes.

My fingers are still wrapped around Carter’s hard-on when Mason curls his arms around my hips and pulls my pussy to his mouth.

“Oh… Damn it,” I let out, feeling his tongue inside me and the huge storm about to unfurl in my body.

Shaking and panting, I look at Carter in desperation.

My legs move on their own accord, trembling against Mason’s head while Carter pushes up to his knee, and I have a clear path out of this.

The head of his erection pushes through my lips, and I almost black out when he runs his hard length smoothly into my mouth, and I move my lips around his sculpted hardness.