Page 49 of Swept Away

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 pussybarely 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.