Page 51 of Ride or Dies

I closed my eyes as Tucker began to move and concentrated on swirling my tongue around the portion of Mason’s cock that was in my mouth while trying to get a sense of Tucker’s rhythm. As much as I liked the idea of being between these two men, I didn’t want to ruin the mood by gagging because we weren’t in sync. Fortunately, they were both good partners and it took only a matter of seconds before we had the give and take of things figured out.

Then I got to enjoy it all.

The tang of salt on Mason’s skin and the pinch of his fingers in my hair as he wordlessly directed, pushing my head down until it was almost too much and then pulling it up again. The texture of that soft skin over something so hard. The deep strokes from Tucker that had the tip of him brushing against the end of me before he withdrew, always angling himself so he dragged the head right over my G-spot.

“Open your eyes,” Levi ordered, his voice telling me he was still in his chair.

Watching.

I did as he ordered, letting my gaze travel over the defined abdominal muscles that gave Mason a six…no, wait. I counted again. Fuck. He had an eight-pack. I hadn’t known that was actually a thing. When I reached his face, features both familiar and foreign, I found him studying me, the sort of intense expression I rarely saw from him. Fascinated, I lightly touched my teeth to his sensitive crown, and he sucked in a breath. Not removing my eyes from him, I lowered my head, taking as much as I could before slowly coming back up again, sucking hard enough to hollow out my cheeks.

Just before I let the last inch slip out of my mouth, Mason cursed and yanked my head up and off.

Tucker laughed, the vibration moving through his body and into mine, making me moan.

“What’s wrong, big brother? She got you ready to blow your load already?”

Mason glared at Tucker, but spoke to me. “Sweetheart, do me a favor and squeeze that hot little cunt of yours. Show my baby brother that when it comes to you, all bets are off.”

With a smile, I did as I was asked, tensing everything until Tucker let out a string of curses, his fingers digging into my hips, his cock gripped so tightly that he couldn’t move. As Mason gave his brother a smug smile, Tucker curled his body over mine and put his mouth next to my ear.

“Brace yourself, darlin’.” His voice was rough. “The moment you relax, I’m gonna fuck you until you scream my name and everyone in this whole fucking place knows who owns that pussy.”

Well, damn.

And then the bastard reached underneath me, one hand cupping a breast, the other going between my legs to where we were joined. His grip on my breast tightened and a finger slid over my clit, making me gasp, my body jerking and my muscles relaxing just enough for Tucker to follow through on his threat.

Promise?

The first thrust caught me off guard and I let out a yelp, but that was all I could manage before he was pounding into me with enough force to drive the air from my lungs. And if that wasn’t enough, his fingers continued to torment me. Tugs on my nipple that weren’t quite painful. Circles around my clit that had pleasure racing across my nerves almost too fast for my brain to process. My fingers tangled in the soft cotton sheets, as if I could hold myself down when every second pushed me closer to flying.

“Look at me, hellcat.”

I turned my head to look at Levi as if I had no choice in the matter.

“You’re close, aren’t you?”

I nodded.

“Tucker.” It was Mason this time. “Why don’t you get her warmed up for me? Should send her right over the edge.”

The hand on my breast moved away, but the one between my legs moved faster and I started to shake. I heard a snapping sound, and then something cold and wet trickled between my cheeks. I let out a strangled sound that turned into a moan as I felt a finger following the path of the liquid. My head fell forward, the pressure growing inside me until I felt like I was going to explode.

Tucker’s finger rubbed over my asshole, spreading what I now understood was lube, and the strange sensation sent a quiver through me. And then, without missing a single stroke, he began to push his finger into me.

“Aw, sweetheart, you’re taking his finger so good.” Mason touched my cheek, turning my face toward his. “But you’ve had a finger in your ass already. And one is nowhere near as big as my cock. Let’s have him add another one.”

Another finger pushed in beside the first, and fireworks exploded behind my eyes. I let out a wordless cry as I came, but it wasn’t just a single burst of pleasure. Tucker kept fucking my pussy, and his fingers started twisting in my ass, the dual sensations sending wave after wave of ecstasy washing over me until I was drowning in it.

“Fuck,” Tucker growled as he pulled his fingers out of me.

The sudden loss was too much for my limbs to take and I collapsed, Tucker riding me the whole way down, his hips jerking against me as he came.

I lost myself for a bit, barely aware of the weight of the man on top of me or when he moved off, his absence leaving my still-spasming channel empty. The mattress shifted once, then again, and I felt hands sliding up the backs of my legs. A hard, hot body brushed against mine and then Mason was turning me so he could press a kiss to my mouth.

It was fairly chaste, considering what we were doing, but it was exactly what I needed to clear enough of the postcoital high to let me focus on Mason.

“Don’t worry, Evie-girl.” He winked at me. “This time, I’m going to do all the work.”

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