Breaking Perfect

Mason leaned forward and Sean’s knees fell wide. The new angle pressed Mase’s cock into all the right places. As he began to move they never once took their eyes off of the other. With each hard thrust Sean felt pockets of pleasure being pumped deep inside of him.

Their bodies grew slick with sweat. Their grunts and moans came more and more often. Hands pulling flesh, bodies knocking, pumping, writhing. It was incredible. How had Sean ever walked away from this? This was so much more than two men fucking. This was love. This was possession.

Mason’s cock pressed deep and Sean’s sac tightened as the fucking began to milk his prostate. With one final hard thrust Mason came deep inside of him triggering Sean’s second release. Sean came almost violently, hot spatters ejaculating out of him like a shower from an untethered garden hose. Mason grunted and slammed his hips forward a few more times, making sure he truly drained every drop from himself and Sean as well.

Their eyes met and in that moment there was so much love and affection neither of them could put a voice to what they were feeling. Mason nodded as if to say, I know. I feel it too. And Sean had to blink back tears. What the fuck? Since he stepped into this house he’d cried more than he had in the last twenty years. He needed to get a grip.

Before he could degrade himself too much, he felt Mason’s thumb skim over the corner of his eye. He looked up and saw that he too wore a glazed expression. He was about to make some macho comment about the two of them acting like two little girls and maybe braiding each other’s hair when they were done, but instead he remained quiet. Mason leaned down and kissed him softly.

“I love you, my boy. Don’t ever leave me again.”

Sean realized Mason’s honest vulnerability was a million times better than any pathetic denial of what was actually happening here. He swallowed the hard lump in his throat and whispered back, “I love you too, and I don’t ever want to let this go.”

Chapter Fifteen

Liberty awoke late that night to the sense that she was being watched. She opened her eye to find, not just Mason, but Sean studying her in the illumination of the bedside lamp. They leaned over her, one on each side of the bed, heads both damp and skin smelling fresh with the clean scent of soap.

“Hi.”

They smiled and at the same time said, “Hi.”

She looked at Sean. His eyes looked tired, but happy. “You’re still here.”

“I’m still here.”

“Are you staying?”

“Until you ask me to leave. Do you still want me to stay?”

She looked up at Mason, but found no persuasion of any sort in his eyes. It was up to her. “I want you to stay.”

“Good, because I don’t want to go.”

Sean leaned down and gently kissed her lips. The soft caress of Mason’s mouth on the sensitive patch of skin where her neck met her shoulder had her nipples tightening. She’d never been kissed by two men at the same time.

“I’m sorry about the way I acted this afternoon. I’ll never talk to you or treat you like that again,” Sean said against her ear, his voice laced with promise, apology, and thick emotion. Her heart broke for him. He was not a bully. She saw the real Sean, the gentle Sean. Aggressive sex did not equate him to the man his father was. She hoped he could understand that.

She wanted to tell him it was fine. She was fine. But his mouth kept moving down to the other side of her neck and she found it hard to talk. Two tongues, each with their own texture and skill licked at her sensitive flesh as hands coasted under the covers and up her thighs. They slowly pulled her knees apart and moisture coated her folds.

The sheet was pulled away and her breasts were instantly covered with two different mouths, one soft and gentle, the other hard and demanding. Mason suckled her flesh tenderly, building a fireball deep in her belly while Sean tugged with needful pulls at her nipple causing an eruption of pleasure in her womb. Her muscles contracted as cream flooded her sex.

Their hands petted over her skin, tracing every soft curve, stimulating every nerve. Fingers reached for her sex and spread her wide, tracing her dew over her sensitized flesh. Lips kissed lower and Liberty suddenly found her wrists being pressed into the mattress beside her hips. Her body quivered as her control was removed. She wanted to let go.

Their large bodies skimmed over her petite form, mouths suckling, marking, tongues licking, blazing a trail of fire in their wake. Her knees were pressed wide and their mouths retreated from where she desired their kisses most, only to slowly return again. The fire built in intensity and need. The first lick over her smooth crease had her arching off the bed.