Page 71 of Swept Away

“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.

GEMMA

The doorto 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.