Sparrow's Flight (Savage World 1)

“You like Mace watching, Sparrow.” It was clear Asher was talking to himself, and by the heavy breathing and the incoherent murmurs he kept making, he liked it as much as she did. Sparrow never considered herself an exhibitionist but knew Mason watched them and was hard—which was evident by the thick rod bulging his pants out—and knew he wanted this as much as she wanted him.

Ash never stopped his onslaught of pushing into her and pulling out, and her second orgasm was violently close to exploding inside her. Mason leaned in another inch until their breaths mingled together, and only the barest of spaces separated their lips.

“You have no idea what watching you with Ash does to me.” He reached out, snagged her wrist in his hand, and pulled it down so he could put her palm right over his erection. His cock jumped beneath her touch, and a gasp left her, but before the sound could fully escape, Mason had his mouth on hers. He fucked her between the lips with his tongue while Asher took her pussy with his cock.

Oh. God. They were ruthless, and this was only the tip of the iceberg. Mason grabbed her jaw, dug his fingers into her flesh until pain spiked at the contact, and he tilted her head to the side to deepen the kiss. There was no doubt in their mind that they were staking their claim, making it known that they could do whatever they wanted to her, and there wasn’t a damn thing that could be done. But Sparrow didn’t want to do anything aside from be between them, getting lost in the pleasure, and forgetting about the ugliness of the world that was right outside this cabin. Her second orgasm peaked inside her, and Mason groaned as he swallowed the sound. She tried to turn her head to suck in a lungful of air, but Mason’s hold was unyielding. Before she could comprehend what was happening, Ash pulled out of her overly sensitive pussy, gently set her on the ground, and let Mason take his place. In seconds flat, Mason had worked his pants down, even with his injured shoulder.

She got a quick glimpse of his hardness, and it was like an extra limb, thick and big between his thighs and surrounded by dark hair. Mason buried his face in the center of her chest, licked and sucked at her breasts right through the thin material of her shirt, and slowly moved a hand down her belly and between her legs. She was wet from coming twice, so soaked that her cream slid down her inner thighs, and at the first touch of his finger through her slick folds, she shuddered.

“That’s it, baby. You want me to take you, don’t you?” Mason kissed her left breast and then moved to her right. He did this a few more times while he pressed his hips into her, grinding his erection into her belly. Her shirt was wet from his mouth, and she didn’t need to look down to see that her nipples stabbed through the thin cotton and were clearly visible through her shirt. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, make you writhe beneath me and beg me to stop.” He moved his mouth up her throat and took possession of her mouth once more. But before he could once again deepen the kiss, he whispered against her lips, “And after I fuck you until you can’t walk, I’m going to make you watch as I fuck Ash and we both come all over that hot little body of yours.”

Mason gave her one more hard, long kiss before pulling away from her and stepping away, and if she didn’t brace her hands on the wall for support, she would have fallen to the floor. The men stood side-by-side, both hard and watching her like they were seconds away from tackling her to the floor. Despite having her shirt still on and her pants and panties around her ankle, Sparrow felt as though she was completely bared for them and laid out like some kind of offering.

“I think she’d like to see something more, Mace.” Asher’s voice was low, heated. Mason nodded slowly. All Sparrow could do was stare between the two men. They were like fallen angels, dark and light, and both so big, strong, and intimidating that when she was with them all she felt was safety and arousal. Those emotions swirled around each other, mixed as one, and all she wanted was to get lost in the feel of their touches and kisses. The room was deathly silent aside from their breathing.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?” Mason took hold of his cock and started stroking it from root to tip. In a matter of seconds, Ash removed the condom, cleaned himself up with some bottled water and a clean rag, and stood beside Mason once more. How could she still want them so fiercely when she had gotten off twice? But it was when Ash reached out, moved Mason’s hand out of the way, took hold of Mason’s erection, and started moving his palm up and down his shaft that she really felt everything crumble around her. They smirked at her, identical erotic lifts of their mouths that sent her heart into palpitations. But it was when Ash dropped to his knees in front of Mason, brought the head of his cock to his mouth, and engulfed all of the length that her knees buckled and her head grew dizzy.