Breaking Perfect

“Do you trust me, Libby?” Sean asked. “Do you trust me to never hurt or humiliate you? To know what’ll bring you pleasure. Do you trust not just Mason, but me to possess you in ways you never imagined possible?”

She squeezed her eyes tight. He was demanding too much. They both were. She began to panic. Pleasure intensified until it bordered on pain. Sweet delicious hints of agony blurred the peripheral of her mind and she wanted it no matter how much letting go frightened her. If she let go now she would break. She tried to chase away her oncoming orgasm and bring back her senses, but she was too far gone.

“Do you trust us?” Mason demanded as he pulled back her pussy and she felt him further expose her hard clit. His fingers were so close to Sean’s cock it was distracting her. “Do you trust my decision to trust Sean with the most important person in my life, you, my wife, Liberty? Tell us you trust us both and we’ll let you come and make it all go away.”

“Yes!” she shouted, unable to take any more. “I trust you both!”

Mason pinched her clit hard and began to flick the sensitive flesh just as Sean pressed forward and wedged his cock into the curve of her cervix, putting incredible pressure on her G-spot. Something snapped inside. Her control slipped and her body released as she came on a hard, feral shout of animal lust. Her sex contracted down on Sean’s cock and her body sucked him deeper. The inside of her nerves pulsed outward to Mason’s fingers where he held her and stimulated her orgasm higher and higher. She screamed and her eyes went wide as she suddenly felt her climax leave her body in a wash of fluid that drenched Sean’s lower abdomen.

“Fuck, she’s clamping down like a vise!” Sean gritted out as he began to pump into her, stretching her, as she shrank around him. Liberty didn’t know what was happening but there seemed to be no stopping it. She screamed again. Mason finally freed her clit and wrapped his arms around her reassuringly. Sean’s cock swelled inside the fluttering, quaking walls of her sex and she realized he came. She had forgotten he’d been wearing a condom until that moment.

He collapsed on top of her as his chest heaved. Their bodies pressed together, trapping the warm sticky evidence of her passion. Breath sawed in and out of her and Mason continued to praise and kiss her. She was still twitching from severe aftershocks. She licked her dry lips and turned to find Mason. She needed reassurance. That wasn’t normal. She sensed her insecurities creeping in as she faced him. He opened his eyes and smiled at her, but then frowned when he seemed to realize her apprehension.

“What is it, Lib?”

“What did I do?”

His lip twitched and she could see he was trying to hide his amusement. She tried to push away from him but between the two of them there was nowhere to go. Humiliation burned through her euphoria.

“Shh.” He kissed her. “You had an orgasm, that’s what you did. A very intense orgasm.”

“But I…”

“I know. It happens. It’s a result of putting pressure on your G-spot and building it up. When that happens the climax comes in a rush and there tends to be more fluid than with a typical orgasm. It’s perfectly normal and you were beautiful.”

Relief washed over her. Sean curled his large body against her back and she was again sandwiched between the two of them.

“What time is it?” The need to build distance between the pleasure she stingily wanted here and the pleasure she gained from structure crept in. She pushed for a bit of distance, reached for her ‘normal’ self.

But then Mase reassured her, “You have about twenty minutes until you usually get out of bed, baby. Try to rest here with us for a bit.”

Us. Her mind savored the concept. Her body felt light and her mind was quiet. Her body was calm and oddly at peace. She shut her eyes and snuggled deeper into the heat coming off the two strong bodies surrounding her and finally, she felt herself relax.

Chapter Eleven

They took the Escalade into town. Mason drove and Sean sat in the back. They wouldn’t tell her where they were heading so Liberty decided to play twenty questions.

“Have I been there before?”

“No,” Mason said, smirking behind the wheel.

“Is it a store?”

“Yes.”

“Do they sell food?”

“No,” Mason laughed.

Sean leaned forward. “Well, now that isn’t necessarily true, Mase. They carry edibles.” He laughed.

“Edibles? Like candy?”

“Sort of,” Sean said and they both began to laugh harder and she frowned.

Liberty crossed her arms over her chest and pretended to pout.

“Now, don’t get upset, little Liberty,” Sean said reaching forward again, this time to yank on one of her curls. “It’s more fun if it’s a surprise.”