Breaking Perfect

“Lick her up, Mase. Don’t let her stop coming until I do.”

There was something fierce and commanding in Sean’s voice, an intensity she had never heard before. Mason was suddenly the submissive one doing Sean’s bidding and here in the mix of it all was herself, completely under their command, a slave to their desires.

Hard, fast thrusts rocked the bed. Her husband’s ragged cries roared into her sex as he licked and nipped and sucked. She was coming and coming over and over without a break. She feared she might pass out. Her voice cried out words that were intended to slow him down, but she was robbed of speech as another orgasm washed over her.

She suddenly screamed and trembled, Mason’s fingers digging her flesh, holding her in place, when suddenly Sean’s bellow, followed by her husband’s sob of pleasure, collided with her own.

“On her belly!” Sean grunted and Mason’s mouth suddenly left her cunt. He rose to his knees. Sean’s heavily muscled arm banded around him. The other man’s fist gripped her husband’s cock and yanked roughly. Warm hot jets of his cum splattered over her soft, quivering tummy and ran down her sides.

Sean’s mouth latched onto Mason’s neck before her husband turned to him and kissed him hard. Liberty wanted to watch them, but her body simply gave out, and a blanket of peace washed over her, swallowing her whole and everything faded to black.

Chapter Twelve

Sean awoke to the sound of jazz, his body wonderfully sore. Was he in a dream? He stretched and opened his eyes. He was alone. Memories of the previous night came rushing back to him and his cock swelled. Where were Mason and Libby?

The sound of running water had him looking around. He stood and walked on wobbly legs to the bathroom. The scent of Mason’s soap laced the steamy air. He quietly washed his face and cleaned himself up. When the water stopped he leaned a hip on the counter and waited. Mason stepped out of the shower, reached for a towel and froze.

Their gazes locked and then he was pleased to see Mase’s cock grow hard. “Where’s Libby?”

“She’s making breakfast,” Mase said as he tied the towel around his waist. The material tented and gaped over his erection.

“Can I help you with that?”

Mase looked down and then back up to Sean. His damp chest rose and fell as he drew in a deep breath. He seemed uncertain.

Many times the night before, they awakened and taken Liberty over and over, sharing her. It was as if they’d finally broken down all the walls and boundaries. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little concerned about where that left things in the light of day. He needed to know before he faced Liberty.

Mase broke eye contact and walked to the sink. He reached for his shaving cream and Sean caught his hand. Mase still wouldn’t look at him.

“Don’t.” The word fell from Mason’s lips like a guillotine. Sean gritted his teeth and released him.

“Is that how it’s going to be?”

Mason shut off the water and faced him. “I have to go to work. I haven’t had a chance to talk to Liberty today. I don’t know how things are going to be until I talk to her.”

“And what about me, Mase? Do I get a say in any of this?”

“You know I have to put her first.”

“And what if she says she likes the way things are going?”

“Then we go from there.”

He was right, but Sean was still aggravated that he had no choice in the matter. He felt… used.

What if last night was all there would ever be? Part of him felt it was worth it, but another part hated knowing what he would never have it again. The thought of being rejected by Mason and Libby, while the two of them still had one another, left a gaping void in his heart that vied with the one he lived with since leaving Mase in the first place, since before he arrived in this house. A cacophony of emotion bubbled up inside of him, desire, hurt, fear…love.

He snapped, “If you want another cock to fuck your wife, use a vibrator. I’m not a fucking toy.” He turned abruptly. “I’m out of here.”

Before he could storm out Mason pinned Sean to the wall of the pink and ivory bathroom. “I know you aren’t a fucking toy! How could you even say something like that?”

He pushed Mase’s hands off of him. “Because that’s what it feels like.”

“Bullshit. You know why I have to be careful with her. I can’t jump into anything.”

“And last night when your cock was in my mouth and five minutes after that when mine was up your ass, what was that if not jumping?”

His boy looked down as if ashamed.