Page 95 of Swept Away

“That’s my girl. Long pauses never do any good to anyone,” he says, sliding his fingers into me, the intrusion making more wetness trickle down, more heat spin in my core.

I roll my hips a little while kissing him again, and just as I get the hang of it, the mattress dips behind me, and a cold body slides next to me.

Carter’s erection is warm and twitches against my lower back, his hand sliding over my tits.

“I would’ve waited a little longer, princess, for you two to get warmed up. But I’ve been hard as wood since we left Boston.”

I break away from Mason and turn to Carter.

He locks my mouth, kneading my chest while Mason keeps moving his fingers into me.

My center clenches as they can’t wait to fill me up.

Mason’s hard cock presses against my entrance as he removes his fingers from between my thighs and slowly slides himself in.

A groan echoes in his chest, and Carter kisses me harder, his hand squeezing my boobs.

“I missed you, Gemma,” he says when taking a break from my mouth and flicking my nipples with his thumb.

My arms wind around his neck, and my lips burn against his mouth while Mason rocks his hips, giving me long, satisfying thrusts that make my core throb.

“Who comes first?” I ask.

“You are,” they say at the same time.

Mason’s hand slides into my hair while he rocks my body, and I close my eyes and moan against Carter’s chest.

He watches me with heavy eyes, thick pleasure in his stare, and brings his hand to my slit.

Slowly, he circles my clit while Mason fucks me from behind. My hand wraps around Carter’s cock, and his pulsing almost tips me over.

The tip is wet, and I move my fingers over the wetness, spreading it down his length.

“I want to taste it,” I say as Mason pushes harder into me.

“You heard the lady,” Mason says, and Carter pulls upright, props his back against the headboard, and wraps his fist around his cock.

“Easy,” he says, guiding my head while easing himself in, his eyes burning like embers.

The second I close my mouth around him, he pushes a moan out, leans his head against the wall, spreads his legs, and lets me have at it.

I lick his balls and wet his hard length, making it glisten.

I suck on him frantically, inching closer to my highest pleasure.

“I love this,” I say, speaking for all of us, I think.

“We do too,” Mason says in a husky voice, hardening his grip on me, his hand in my hair, his fingers coiled around my hip as he fucks me so hard that the bed bangs against the wall.

No one cares, as my head bobs, and Carter’s hard-on hits the back of my throat over and over again, his hand wrapped around my neck, almost snapping it in two.

It’s a miracle that I survive with their hands on me and their pleasure and their hunger spinning out of control.

My center throbs faster and faster, and I soon do everything I’ve been doing while waiting for the big fest of pleasure to begin.

As much as they said what they said, I rock my hips with Mason, who’s hard as steel and getting so close to coming himself. Carter makes me choke on his erection, nearing the point of coming too.

I fall first, then Mason, then Carter, who wants to pull away yet changes his mind and blasts his load into my mouth.

Moans and groans and the smell of sex permeate the air as we’re all high on everything that’s been missing from our lives this past week. All knowing that this is only the beginning. And twenty-four hours or forty-eight hours won’t be enough to feed the monster in us.

And then?

Who knows what comes next?

End of BookOne