Page 53 of Swept Away

He strokes my chest while doing that, his erection stirring.

“That’s enough,” Mason says as my cheeks go hollow while I put the warmth and wetness of my mouth around his friend’s hard flesh. “Come to me.”

He lifts me up and crashes back while I straddle him.

His eyes burn with a fever as he takes me in.

Covered in sweat, lustful, hungry for both.

“You want him to wear a condom?” Mason asks as he lowers me and fills me up, and I gasp with pleasure.

I glance at Carter, who’s sprawled against the pillows, stroking himself.

“He’s clean,” Mason says. “We both are. We just got a clean bill of health,” he adds.

He clasps my waist while I rock my hips.

“That would be a yes,” he says, smiling, reveling in the movements of my body on top of him.

“It’s a yes,” I say, and he pushes upright, pulls me to him, and claims my mouth with fervor as if our kiss means something, and it’s more than sex.

I get lost in it for a moment, carried away, forgetting that we are in the middle of a threesome, another man watching us with his hand wrapped around his cock, waiting for his turn.

And yet, sex gets even better as I feel a flicker of emotion in his touch.

Pressed against his chest with my lips still raw from his kiss, I ride him to my peak of pleasure.

“You’ll finish me if you move like that. Let’s switch a little so I can cool off,” Mason says, and I slide off and turn to the man who’s waiting for me.

Carter’s eyes glint with a smile, his muscles snapping under his skin every time he moves his arm.

“Come to me, baby. I’ve been waiting for this patiently,” he says with self-deprecating humor. “I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

I straddle him, my knees on either side of him, and he presses the head of his erection against my entrance while I slide down, wet and glazed with fire.

“Oh, fuck me…” he says, his eyes connected with mine. “He fucked you good, didn’t he? You’re so warm. And wet.”

He fans his hands over my ass and squeezes it, imprinting the rhythm that he likes on my motions, his focus solely on me.

“Man, you’re beautiful…” he says, looking down, and spending a few good seconds staring at my pussy as I ride him with conviction.

He feels good, just like Mason, and he can’t let go of me.

Just like Mason.

At some point, his eyes get heavy, and he pulls up to be closer to me, and, riding his hand through my hair, he takes my mouth.

Unlike Mason, he kisses me slowly and tenderly, holding back the fire brewing between our legs.

And then we slip away and increase the pace of our strokes.

I scale up and want more of his lips and tongue and the sharp edge of his teeth.

He bites my lower lip and crushes a boob in his fist.

“You want it hard, kitten. Yes, you do. Get off me, so I can fuck you hard.”

I slide off him and need his hand to steady myself before he nudges me back onto the sofa.