Page 17 of Swept Away (Men of War #1)

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His hand rests on 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.

Mason watches us from the bed, with his head propped on his elbow, his hand curled around his cock, the sliding motion happening under the crisp white sheet.

I push up while Carter lowers his mouth, and a world of flavor explodes in our kiss.

Mint, chocolate, and strawberries from the tray of treats that waited for us in Mason’s hotel room.

The kiss is sensual like him, with open lips, slow motions, deep intimacy, and reckless surrender.

Arms wrapped around his neck, I press my chest against his torso and savor everything like it's my first.

His towel slides open, and I push my hand down to stroke him, my mouth locked with his.

Things heat up, his free hand gliding between my butt cheeks and stroking me from behind.

“Hmm…” I moan, the kiss even hotter and sultrier, expressing the growing need for each other.

“Bring her here,” Mason demands in a low rumbling voice.

“Give me a moment,” Carter shoots back, his smile pressing against my lips when he pushes two fingers into me and witnesses with unabashed pleasure the shudder barreling through me.

Arched against him, hand locked around him, I close my eyes and relish the throbbing pleasure ignited by his touch.

“She’s so fucking wet,” Carter says before locking my lips again and thrusting his tongue into my mouth as he pushes his fingers into me.

Pulsations quickening, I grind against his hand.

“Bring her here, for fuck’s sake, or I’ll come and get her,” Mason says, tension cutting through his voice.

“I need to take you to him,” Carter says, unfazed. “He can’t wait to fuck your pussy.”

In one swift motion, he lifts me off the floor and carries me to the bed.

“Fuck her from behind,” Mason says, his fist tight at the root of his erection, his back propped on the pillows. “I want her to suck me first.”

“Works for me,” Carter says, laying me down. “You heard the man,” he says, giving his erection a couple of strokes while I slide onto my knees, facing Mason.

His eyes come to mine, filled with lust, as Carter grabs my hips, pulling me closer to him.

The warm head of his erection pushes against my opening while I drop my eyes to Mason’s hard shaft.

“You love it, don’t you?” he murmurs, in a better mood now that I’m here, watching him stroke himself and mouthwatering at the idea that I want to press my lips against him.

Carter slides himself inside me while Mason pushes upright and brings his hand to my face.

“Show me how much you like his dick,” Mason says, his thumb moving along my jawline before brushing the seam of my lips.

“Open your mouth, baby,” he says, witnessing the transformation on my face, while sliding his thumb into my mouth.

With every thrust, Carter makes me moan.

“She fucking adores it,” Mason says quietly, reveling in the expression of complete submission on my face.

Carter moves into me harder, and my center pulses in response.

His hand slides around my hip and moves between my legs, stroking my clit.

I suck on Mason’s thumb with hunger and a passion.

“You’re our little whore indeed,” Mason says, quietly laughing before pulling his thumb out of my mouth, forcing my head up, and kissing me with pleasure.

“I love you, baby,” he says against my lips, and I’m convinced his words mean nothing.

They’re just part of us experiencing pleasure.

Love has always been for me something profound, long-lasting, and forged in the events of everyday life.

But love professed at the peak of heat can be just as valid as the other kind. Although it's not something you can take and test outside the bedroom.

His lips burn like mine when he breaks the kiss, falls back, and guides my head to his groin.

My mouth is hot from our kiss when it slides down his chiseled hardness.

He’s so enthralled by how it feels that he jerks his hips against my mouth, hitting the back of my throat a few times.

“Now suck on me, baby,” he says, although I’m already doing that, exerting pressure and putting more heat into his hardness.

My fingers spread the moisture along his stiff length while he presses my head with both hands against him.

Pleasure glints in his eyes.

“Are you ready?” he asks with a smile.

I don’t know what he’s talking about.

But Carter seems to know what his friend is talking about as he pulls out of my body and sweeps me off the bed before laying me down again, this time on my back.

“Come to me,” Mason says, pushing to his feet, so he can have access to me again.

I pull upright and take him into my mouth, while Carter spreads my legs and licks my pussy.

My focus is completely shattered.

“Keep sucking on me, baby. He’s gonna make you come,” Mason says, pulling my hair into his fist and slowly fucking my mouth.

I flex a leg and pull my knee to my chest, and they both groan with pleasure as they both see how open I am for them.

“Fuck me,” Mason says, looking down while Carter sucks on my flesh, filling me up with his fingers.

An earthquake is about to sweep through me.

“He’s good, isn’t he?” Mason says, still looking down, while Carter slides his tongue between my walls.

“Oh…” I murmur, closing my eyes and grabbing the back of his hair.

“She’s fucking coming,” Mason groans, pushing himself into my mouth.

Hopelessly, I witness the spiraling of my pleasure up, things getting out of control as the men’s touch drags me quickly toward the finish line.

We’ve all unlocked a new level.

Having no control, I experience shudders that become more and more intense.

And then, as Carter uses his fingers again and sucks on my clit and Mason increases the rhythm of his thrusts, my pleasure shoots high, making me shatter.

I shake against their touch, hungrier than before, my thighs clenching.

Mason groans, his grip iron hard on my face, and I know he’s close.

He is so close, his body turns to steel, his erection rock hard in my mouth, his motions fast and hard.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he says, completely swept away as he shudders and blasts his release, my center still wet from his friend’s mouth.

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The door to the bathroom shuts while Carter hovers over me.I’m basking in the afterglow while he is as hard as he was moments ago. If not harder.

The tension glints in his eyes and hurts in his grip.

The gap of need between us seems insurmountable, but that myth gets quickly busted when he slides his cock between my legs and pushes his tongue into my mouth.

Locked with him, I let him rock my body, slowly move into me, and kiss me like he fucks me, the heat quickly swirling inside me.

Overwhelmed, I open myself to him and follow him quietly on a journey of exploration.

A man and a woman teetering on the edge, almost crossing that fine line and entering a world of emotions.

He’s still a stranger to me.

They both are.

But he no longer feels like one when he gets carried away and kisses me like he cares.

And fucks me like he wants to prove himself worthy of me. Hands running down my body, mouth nibbling at my lips.

Leading me with great skill, I find myself holding him tighter, looping my arms around his neck, pressing myself into his chest, and enjoying everything about him.

Mason finds us like that.

Fucking each other slowly, lips locked, my center wet, his friend hard as steel.

The mattress dips next to us, yet we continue, a smell of mint drifting to us.

“I’ll make her come,” Carter says against my lips. “And you can have her.”

Mason slides his hand to my shoulder, his touch cold from the shower, and Carter peels his lips away, focusing on the movement of his hips.

Mason inches closer as I turn my head to him, and within seconds, our mouths are locked, and I simply lose my mind.

His mouth is cold and tastes like fresh mint, his lips eager to ruin me for good.

Propped on his elbow, Carter fucks me hard and slowly while Mason goes from a tender kiss to an open-mouth kiss.

We lock fiercely while Carter fucks me, and before long, I start to shudder, my arms around their necks, my core throbbing, my teeth sinking into Mason’s bottom lip.

He grows hard against my thigh and strokes himself while kissing me.

It all becomes a blur as one spike breaks through me, followed by another one, blowing my mind.

Carter no longer moves slowly, ramming into me, with groans rising from his chest, a warm puddle forming between my legs.

Seconds feel like minutes, and I can’t scale down.

I can’t experience relief or calm down.

Moments later, Carter leaves, and Mason nudges me to my side.

I’m still panting when he pushes closer and enters me from behind perfectly hard, his hand curled around my neck.

“Didn’t I say that you were perfect?” he laughs against my hair, moving into the fire brewing between my legs.

I rock my hips and grip the sheet in desperation as Carter is already in the shower.

“You liked his cock?”

I mumble a yes.

“And you like my cock too?”

I nod.

“Good. Would you like to be our woman?”

I say yes to that, too, although it’s somewhat difficult to imagine how that would work for us.

“We could have many nights like this,” he murmurs, nuzzling my neck. “Now you come from me,” he adds and runs his hand from my tits to my slit.

He grabs my chest hard and squeezes my nipples before running his fingers over my clit, teasing it until it hurts.

Soft pulsations swirl around him, while he enjoys my reaction to his body.

He grazes my shoulder and leaves marks on my skin, and then rams into me. It doesn’t matter.

All I feel is warmth and pleasure.

The more he does it, the more stirred up I am and eager to chase the peak.

His touch is harsh, and I want it harsher.

His thrusts are hard, and I want them harder.

Aware of what I need, he rocks his hips violently, giving me what I need. A pull of hair, a hand wrapped around my neck, fingers over my mouth as I cry out his name.

He likes it just as much, and we can’t stop going even further. I fight him, slamming my body against his and pretending to pull away from him. And he cuts my retreat and holds me strongly, fucking me like it’s the end.

“You’re fucking crazy,” I murmur, my breath shallow, ragged, a smile in my voice.

“So are you,” he says in an amused voice.

He locks me against him, and we do it again.

I'm trying to pull away, and he's forcing me to stay. My center throbbing like crazy.

He locks his arm around my neck, and his thrusts become a blur when my eyes roll in my head and my breaths come out more broken than before.

A faint scent of smoke comes from the window, making me crack an eye open and watch while a brutal orgasm zaps through me.

Propped against the windowsill, arms crossed over his chest, a towel wrapped around his hips, a cigarette to his lip, Carter watches us in silence.

It’s hard to say as faint light glows behind him, but the gleaming orange tip makes me think a knowing smile stretches around his cigarette.