“Tell me what you want, Liberty,” Mason whispered.
She looked at the two beautiful men before her. Her husband’s trim, sculpted body was darker than Sean’s. He was narrower than the hulking man to his left. Where Sean’s coloring was more bronzed from the sun Mason’s held a natural olive tone. Sean’s rigid washboard stomach cut hard lines into his waist. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. His large arms were worked to a point of perfection, where Mason again seemed naturally toned. Her husband was muscled as a result of active living, but Sean had honed his body to a point of pride. His tattoos decorated his flesh, drawing attention to all his dedicated work.
Strength and command, that’s what they were, Mason holding all the power and authority, while Sean was might and force. She sensed that if a crack formed in Sean’s veneer it would be like releasing bottled lighting that had been trapped for too many years.
There was something peculiar about the way her husband could bare himself in front of this man. Her mind flashed to the two of them playing in the ocean, memories of subtle glances over breakfast, soft touches that seemed natural for the two of them. She frowned. Was she reading too much into their relationship? Or was she truly seeing something special between them, something that went beyond friendship? Her breath began to come in quick shallow pulls of excitement. She wanted it to be the latter. She wanted them to love each other, but she also didn’t want to upset Mason or offend Sean by insinuating anything.
She tilted her head as she watched them. Sean’s gaze followed hers as she looked down at Mason’s erection. Mason looked down at himself then back to her.
“Tell me what you want,” he repeated.
Liberty turned to Sean and saw a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. There was no revulsion or shock. If anything she saw his lip twitch in what she assumed was satisfaction. Her throat swallowed convulsively. She couldn’t.
Sean suddenly stepped forward and looked her in the eye. He tucked a stray curl behind her ear and said, “Seems little Liberty can’t find her voice. I think I’d like to help her with that.” Mason’s low chuckle met her ears and Sean said, “Perhaps when you find your voice you can tell us what it is you’re thinking that’s put that naughty gleam in those pretty blue eyes.”
Suddenly Sean dropped to his knees and forced her thighs apart. She assumed it was the wetness coating the inside of her thighs that made him growl and pierce her folds with his tongue, even before he wedged his broad shoulders between her legs. She screamed and his hot mouth licked her pussy and his tongue penetrated her deep and quick. He shouldered his way under her knees and suddenly she was hanging over his mouth, body suspended against the wall, feet far off the ground. Her head fell back and she cried out. He was bringing her to orgasm faster than her mind could comprehend.
Her moans collided in a rhythm of high pitched need. Her pulse accelerated, plowing toward her release. Almost. She was going to come then Sean’s mouth stopped. She groaned and panted.
Mason’s mouth kissed and licked up the underside of her arm and she shivered. It was too much. She needed to come.
“Are you ready to talk, love?”
She shut her eyes and breathed. Mason’s mouth worked up to her elbow and he bit down on her flesh. Liberty’s back arched against the wall and her nipples pressed forward. Sean’s hard breath beat against her pussy. She wanted someone to touch her, play with her, and make her come.
Suddenly Sean pulled out from under her legs and Mason stepped away. The sudden absence of their heat was a tactile punishment that had her releasing her own growl of frustration. Mason went to his nightstand and opened his drawer. Her eyes bulged when she saw what he had retrieved.
Sean smiled as Mason displayed an enormous rubber dildo. It was longer than Sean and wider that her husband. “You won’t have us until you tell us what you want, Liberty, and I know you have something quite specific in your mind. I can see it in your eyes.”
Mason handed the dildo to Sean and went over to the chair. He slid the ottoman across the floor and toward Liberty. He wedged the low piece of furniture between her calves, forcing her thighs to spread. He left her there, spread and hanging, and went back to sit on the chair in the corner.
Sean approached, holding the dildo in his hand. He casually stepped over the ottoman, straddling it, and lowered his body until he was seated in front of her. He leaned forward and breathed in deeply at her sex. His fingers feathered over her damp flesh, not quite titillating her, but…opening her. It was difficult to see exactly what he was doing from her position against the wall. His head tilted toward her spread thighs and he seemed to be concentrating very hard on what he was doing.