“You know what would make this even better, sweetheart?”
She closed her eyes, shook her head back and forth, and just wanted to get off, knowing what he was about to say before he even said it.
“Everything would be even more exquisite if you were sandwiched between Mason and me, with me in your pussy and Mace’s cock in your ass.” He dragged his tongue along the shell of her ear, and right when she would have come, he lessened the pressure on her clit and slowed his thrusting hips. He lowered his voice to a husky whisper and said, “And when we got you off, had you so exhausted that you could barely keep your eyes open, I would make you watch as I slid my cock deep into Mason’s ass and fucked him until we both came.”
He slammed into her twice, applied more pressure until she was about to come once more, but right when she was there, he slowed his motions. Sparrow wanted to scream out in frustration, but before she could do or say anything, he grunted against her neck, clearly barely holding on as well. “And I’d make you watch as I slid out of Mason’s ass, came all over his lower back, and then had him come on your belly.” He slammed into her hard, causing her back to slide painfully up the wall, but shit did it feel good. “And you’d love every fucking minute of it.”
“God, yes, I would.” That was all he needed apparently, because he pressed his thumb on her clit harder and started fucking her like a man possessed.
“Fuck. That’s my girl.” He buried his face in the crook of her neck, pounded into her like he had no more control, and that was when Sparrow finally let go, when Asher gave her the release she so desperately needed. Her orgasm crashed through her, took her sanity, and refused to let go until she was nothing but a pliant mess pressed against the wall and the hardness of Asher’s body. It was never ending, and then she felt Ash’s cock stiffen even further inside her right before he groaned deeply against her.
His breath was hot against her neck. Sparrow opened her eyes as her pleasure started to lower, and as Asher’s voice grew softer, deeper, and less strained. But what she was looking at wasn’t an empty, dimly lit kitchen, but Mason standing in the entryway, his hand propped up on the frame, his gaze directed right at them. He didn’t look like he was in any pain and in fact had this hooded stare.
Slowly he moved his eyes up and down their bodies, and even though Asher was blocking his view of anything substantial, Sparrow felt like he could see right through her. Asher looked over his shoulder.
“You should be resting.” Her voice was whisper soft, but she knew Mason heard her from across the room, saw the corner of his mouth slowly lift, and she clenched around Asher.
“Fuck, Mason, our little bird likes you watching.” He started kissing her throat, and a sigh escaped her, yet it wasn’t one of relief but of sexual need, because she wasn’t nearly sated. “She’s getting wetter having you watch me fuck her, Mace.” He groaned deeply, and Mace made a low sound in his throat.
“I bet she’s tight, hot, and squeezing your fucking shit like an iron vise.” Mace’s chest rose up and down with the force of his breathing. He pushed away from the wall and took a step toward her. He was still shirtless, and the whiteness of the bandage on his shoulder seemed to glow in the dimness of the kitchen.
The flex of his muscles was evident, and even though she couldn’t quite see the tattoo that lined one entire side of him, she could see it clearly in her mind’s eye. With Ash still buried deep inside her, thickening once more with every passing second, and Mason moving closer, Sparrow couldn’t control her breathing, couldn’t calm her racing heart.
“You should rest, Mason.” She said it again, trying to sound stronger but failing miserably.
“I should, but I heard something downstairs, wanted to make sure you two were all right.” He stopped a few feet from them, inhaled deeply, and let out a low rumble. He sounded like some kind of wild animal. Hell, they both were like feral creatures surrounding her, intent on staking their claim on her. But Sparrow wanted them to mark her, show her that she was theirs and vice versa. Never had she wanted to be possessed so fully. “And you can imagine my surprise to find Ash fucking the very female we both want, and up against the wall no less,” he leaned in and said in a guttural voice, “like damn animals.”
Mason didn’t say it with disgust, but deep, dark, and full of need. Asher started slowly thrusting into her again, shallowly at first, but when she started making little noises, he picked up speed. God, he was taking her right in front of Mason, like it was nothing, but it meant everything. Asher continued to roll her breast in his palm, rubbing it back and forth over her nipple until she thrust her chest out for more.