Their Masquerade (The American Soldier Collection 6)

Axel moved in behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

“You can’t do what?” he asked, and Deacon watched as Axel closed his eyes and inhaled against her platinum blonde hair. Her eyes closed as she leaned back against Axel.

“He’s all wrong for you,” Deacon stated, moving closer. She locked gazes with him. Seeing her pressed between Quentin and Axel turned him on.

“That’s your opinion.”

“It’s what you know is true, too. Why are you denying it?” Axel asked, as he caressed his hand under her hair and gripped a handful. She tilted her head back, her lips parted, and Axel stared down into her eyes. The sight of him holding her in such a dominant way made Deacon’s dick hard as a steel rod.

Her lips parted and a small gasp escaped.

“He can’t have you,” Axel whispered before his mouth descended upon Mariah’s. He kissed her deeply, and she turned in their arms and began kissing Axel back.

* * * *

Axel couldn’t believe how perfect Mariah felt between him and Quentin. He saw the excitement in his eyes and in Deacon’s and when he smelled Mariah’s hair he lost all self-control. He continued to kiss her, and then she moaned as Quentin pressed against her back. He jerked a second when he felt Mariah part her thighs. Knowing Quentin and his desire for Mariah, he probably already had his fingers inserted in her cunt. The thought made Axel kiss her deeper, and hold her firmly against him. Her perfume filled his nostrils and her taste filled him with a hunger he’d never felt before.

* * * *

Quentin maneuvered his hands under Mariah’s dress and lifted the material up. He damned the fucking stocking she wore right before he tore them in the crotch so he could feel her soft, wet cunt. She gasped, pulling from Axels’ lips, but Axel wouldn’t allow her a reprieve, as he continued to kiss her and Mariah moaned as Quentin pressed a finger to her pussy.

In and out he thrust his finger and then added a second digit. Quentin pressed his mouth against her neck as he held her around the waist with one arm with his fingers buried in her cunt. Axel moved his mouth from her lips to her shoulder and neck. She tilted her head back, as she thrust her hips against his fingers.

“You’re so responsive and damn sexy, Mariah. My God, I want to taste you. Let me taste you,” Deacon stated. Axel moved his lips from her as Quentin back stepped and then sat down on the arm of the couch.

“Spread your thighs. Let Deacon have a taste of your cream,” Quentin demanded.

* * * *

Mariah was on fire and felt as if she were having an out of body experience. Quentin kept pressing his fingers in and out of her pussy, the sensation bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. She wanted it. She craved it, never having had one before. The feel of the three of them touching her, kissing her, and caressing her was wild. She thought about L.T. and what he would do if he were here, too. Would he be angry? Would he stop them? Or would he join in?

“Oh,” she moaned as Axel pinched her nipple over her clothing.

She felt the cool air against her wet folds.

She locked gazes with Deacon right before he swooped down and kissed her. His kiss was deep and sensual. She ran her fingers through his black hair and pulled him harder against her mouth. Quentin adjusted his body on the arm of the couch making her legs spread wider.

Deacon released her lips.

“Let me taste you?” he asked her and the look in his hazel eyes instantly made her pussy weep. She nodded her head and he winked at her. Slowly, he squatted down and used his hard, large hands to spread her thighs wider.

He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. She felt a mix of emotions. Embarrassment, fear, and uncertainty. Why did men find a pussy so intriguing to taste when ultimately all they wanted was to fuck it? But as Quentin removed his fingers from her cunt, making her instantly feel the loss, she knew there was more to sex than just a man sticking his cock into her. How had she gone on this long thinking it was so simple? Her lack of experience shocked her. She felt so stupid. So unknowing. Was this why she wanted her first time to be with one of them? With one of the only four men she trusted?

As she felt Deacon’s mouth collide against her wet pussy lips, she lost all train of thought. She moaned aloud, as she grabbed a hold of his head and tilted back against Quentin.

That’s when Axel kissed her on the mouth. He played with her lips and nipped at them with his teeth. The kiss was as sensual as Deacon’s tongue devouring her pussy cream. When Quentin cupped her breasts and squeezed them before pulling the tips, she felt herself go. She nearly shot off the couch but Deacon held her thighs wide and sturdy while she exploded into his mouth. His warm breath, the vibrations of his moans against her clit added to the sensations.

Axel moved out of the way as Deacon stood up and pulled Mariah up into his arms. He kissed her deeply, and she tasted herself in his mouth, on his lips. It aroused something carnal inside of her as she began kissing him wildly. Then the sound of a cell phone ringing killed the mood.

“It’s L.T.,” Quentin stated as she pulled her mouth from Deacon’s. He was holding her firmly in his arms. He reached up, using only one arm to hold her, his strength apparent, and caressed her cheek.

“Thank you. You taste better than I imagined.” So he did fantasize about me, or is it just a line a man says after he eats a woman out?

She didn’t care right now. She would analyze this later when she was all alone in bed and wanting them just like every night since college.

“I think I should be thanking you. That was incredible,” she said and he gave her a wink. Axel caressed her hair and she turned toward him. He kissed her softly on the lips. Deacon gently placed her feet down on the floor, as they all heard Quentin speaking with L.T. She felt the cool air collide with her very sensitive and wet pussy. The ripped stockings felt strange, but as she heard Quentin’s tone she came out of her fantasy.

“Okay. We’ll be there in twenty minutes.” He closed up the phone and looked at Mariah. He curled his finger at her, and she immediately walked over to him. The triumphant expression in his eyes was apparent. He kissed her and then hugged her to him.