Page 12 of A Sinful Gift

He lifted his head, and the vibrations immediately ceased. She hissed out a frustrated breath.

“Ten percent,” he said, and continued to watch her. He knew that she wasn’t good at coming on her own. She’d never been able to do what some other women seemed to do so easily. They could just touch themselves and come. She’d always needed a touch that wasn’t her own.

“Forty percent,” she countered. She wasn’t going to back down, no matter how much she wanted to come.

They battled for another twenty minutes, him bringing her right to the edge and then backing off, over and over. Her body was covered in sweat and so needy to come that she was shaking. A plea of surrender to him on every level hung on her lips, an instant away from being uttered. He made it so hard to resist him when he knew just how to torture her with pleasure.

Before she could speak, the bedroom door opened, and Mason walked inside. He wore faded blue jeans and a green henley, the sleeves pulled up to his elbows to expose bronzed forearms. He looked like walking sin, and she wanted a taste of him.

“Ah, I was wondering why no one turned up for breakfast. It’s ready.”

“Mason.” She exhaled in relief. He would give her what she needed.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he greeted with a warm smile, as if they were meeting for coffee and not like she was cuffed to a bed naked in front of him and begging Blake for a climax.

“I need you,” she told Mason and parted her legs, lifting her hips suggestively in a clear invitation. He wouldn’t leave her like this.

“You certainly do,” he agreed, his voice deepening a little. “But I see that Blake is in the middle of something.”

“Our pet needed a reminder that she is ours, Mason, ours to play with,” Blake replied as if talking about the weather.

Mason grinned. “Let me guess, she got bossy with you, didn’t she?”

“I don’t mind when she’s bossy, but she dared to challenge my stamina, and I couldn’t allow that.”

“Oh, Hazel, sweetheart.” Mason sighed dramatically. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

Hazel narrowed her eyes at Mason. “Traitor,” she accused.

Unfazed by her remark, he leaned against the dresser and crossed his arms, not coming any closer. “As much as I’m enjoying this, breakfast will get cold, Blake.”

“Oh, all right.” Blake sighed, closed his prebill binder, and set it aside. “Care to watch?” he asked his friend.

“Absolutely.” Mason made a show of settling in. His eyes seemed to drink in the sight of her like a thirsty man eyeing a pitcher of cold water.

Blake flipped her onto her stomach and urged her to her knees. She had enough loose chain attached to her cuffs to be able to brace her palms on the middle of the headboard. Blake knelt behind her, and she smiled triumphantly as she heard him unzip his jeans. Now she was going to get what she wanted. But her smile died as the vibrations started in her ass again. He wasn’t going to take it out? She’d never had two things penetrate her at the same time.

“Blake, I...” She inhaled sharply as he thrust into her wet folds and his cock rubbed intimately against the vibrator in her ass. The double penetration was...amazing.

“You have to be prepared if you’re going to take both of us at the same time,” Blake whispered in her ear before he bit the lobe and thrust even deeper into her. “One of us will be here, deep inside your tight wet heat, and the other will be in that delectable ass of yours.”

Hazel cried out at the picture his words painted, her body almost in pain as she held on to the headboard. The climax that exploded through her was as fierce as a forest fire and just as devastating, but she embraced it completely.

Blake fisted a hand in her hair and pulled a little, making her tilt her head back. Mason watched, silent, his gaze one of raw lust as Blake began a merciless and fast-paced taking of her body. One of Blake’s hands roved over her breasts and down to her clit, feathering light touches before sliding back up to cup a breast again. He pumped his hips, surging deep into her, over and over, filling her until she gasped from the sudden pressure of his entry.

This time he whispered hot, deliciously dirty things in her ear about what he wanted to do to her, how he wanted to stretch her, make her his sweet little girl who would crawl on her knees to him and suck him off. He wanted to spank her ass until it was red while she came apart on Mason’s cock... So many wicked things spilled from his sinfully full lips. And all the while, he pounded into her from behind, never relenting.

He moved so fast that her body couldn’t adjust to his rhythm or move with him. He was using her like a toy, just as he’d promised he would, and when she realized that, she came hard a second time, her throat raw from a scream of pure, blinding pleasure that made her close her eyes.

She clawed at the headboard, and when her eyes opened again, she saw Mason still staring at her. A tic worked in his jaw and the muscles of his arms flexed as though he was fighting the need to come to her. The only thing she wanted in that moment was for Mason to be there in bed with her and Blake. She craved to be overwhelmed by them. She wanted them to make her forget every worry she had.

Blake panted against her neck, his fist still in her hair as his harsh breaths warmed her sweat-dewed skin. His cock was buried deep inside her, and the vibrations in her ass rumbled through her body, drawing out little jerking aftershocks that made her twitch around Blake’s cock. He moaned, rocking his hips against her ass, sliding in and out of Hazel a little, even though her inner walls attempted to hold him inside.

“All right, 40 percent,” he whispered. “I’ll give you forty.”

He kissed her throat and held her in a tight, all-encompassing hug. Their bodies were still intimately joined, and somehow that intensified the moment and their embrace. She caught her breath, sagging back against him, and closed her eyes again. To be held by Blake was something truly exquisite. Especially like this. How had she forgotten how safe his arms made her feel?

Someone undid the cuffs on her wrists, and she knew it had to be Mason because Blake still had one hand in her hair and one hand along her breast, playing with her nipple and kneading gently.

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