Page 22 of The Darkest Gift

Elijah's breath hitches audibly, his hips twitch at the vivid imagery. More precum gathers at the tip of his straining erection.

"I bet you have," Mason continues, his tone mockingly sympathetic. "It's hard not to, isn't it? The way her tongue darts out to wet those sinful lips. The wicked glint in her emerald eyes when she looks up at you through those long lashes."

I can't help the whimper that escapes me at his words, arousal flooding my system. Mason's fingers curl inside me again, making my knees weak.

"Oh yes," Mason chuckles wickedly. "I know that look well. The one that says she could devour you whole and you'd thank her for it." His hand tightens slightly around my throat, not enough to restrict breathing, but a clear show of dominance. "She's quite talented; that wicked tongue of hers can work magic. The things she can do with her mouth... it's enough to drive a man mad."

With a sudden movement, Mason withdraws his fingers from my aching core and spins me to face him. His eyes are dark with lust and something deeper, more sinful and savage. "On your knees, my love," he commands, his voice brooking no argument.

I sink to my knees gracefully, the cold marble hard beneath them. From this angle, I can see Elijah straining, muscles taut with tension and unfulfilled desire. His eyes are wild, pupils blown wide with a mix of lust and frustration.

Mason's hand tangles in my hair, guiding me closer to the impressive bulge in his boxers. "You want this cock, don't you, sweetheart?" he purrs, loud enough for Elijah to hear. "You want to wrap those pretty lips around me."

"Yes," I breathe, nuzzling against the fabric. "Please, Mason."

His grip tightens in my hair, sending sparks of pleasure and pain shooting across my scalp. "Then take it," he growls. "Show our guest just what that talented mouth of yours can do. And then after I’ll spread you open and fuck you nice and slow right in front of him."

I reach up and slowly peel down Mason's boxers, freeing his hard cock. It springs free, thick and flushed. I take a moment to admire it, running my tongue along my lower lip in anticipation.

Mason's hand tightens in my hair, urging me forward. "Don't tease, darling," he growls. "Take it."

I lean in and lick a long stripe up the underside of his shaft, savoring the salty taste of his skin. When I reach the head, I swirl my tongue around it before taking him into my mouth.

Mason lets out a low groan of pleasure as I begin to bob my head, taking him deeper with each pass. His fingers flex in my hair, guiding my movements but not forcing.

"That's it," he purrs. "Just like that. Show Elijah how well you suck cock."

I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder as I take him to the back of my throat. Mason's hips jerk slightly, pushing him even deeper. I relax my throat, suppressing my gag reflex as I swallow around him.

"Fuck," Mason hisses, his grip tightening. "So good, darling. Your mouth feels like heaven."

I pull back slightly, focusing my attention on the sensitive head of his cock. My tongue teases the slit, lapping up the beads of precum that have gathered there. One hand comes up to fondle his balls, rolling them gently between my fingers.

Mason's breathing grows heavier, his composure starting to crack. I can tell he's close, his thighs trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Look at him," Mason commands suddenly, his voice rough with arousal. "Look at Elijah while you suck my cock."

I shift my gaze without stopping my ministrations, locking eyes with Elijah. The raw hunger in his gaze takes my breath away. His pupils are blown wide, leaving only a thin ring of icy blue. His body is trembling, his cock stands proudly erect, flushed an angry red and leaking steadily.

"Do you see how much he wants you?" Mason taunts, his voice a low growl. "How desperately he wishes it was his cock in your mouth instead of mine?"

I moan around Mason's length, the vibrations drawing a sharp gasp from him. Elijah's hips jerk involuntarily at the sound, seeking friction.

I redouble my efforts, taking Mason deeper into my throat. My tongue swirls around his shaft as I bob my head, cheeks hollowing with suction. I can feel him swelling, throbbing against my lips as he gets closer to the edge.

Mason's grip in my hair tightens almost painfully as he starts to lose control. His hips buck, fucking into my mouth with short, sharp thrusts. I relax my throat, letting him use me as he chases his pleasure.

"Fuck, your mouth is perfect," he groans. "So hot and wet and eager for my cock."

I moan around him again, the vibrations making him shudder. My eyes flick back to Elijah, drinking in the sight of him. His chest heaves with ragged breaths. There's a wild, desperate look in his eyes as he watches me worship Mason's cock with my mouth.

Just as Mason starts to tense, on the verge of orgasm, he suddenly pulls back. His cock slips from my lips with an obscene pop, angry red and glistening with my saliva. I whine at the loss, trying to chase after him with my mouth.

Mason chuckles, cupping my chin. "Not yet, my love. I'm not done with you."

He turns and grabs a low stool from nearby, positioning it in front of Elijah. The movement gives me a perfect view of our captive audience. Elijah's cock is twitching with each beat of his racing heart.

Mason sits on the stool, his impressive erection standing tall. He beckons me with a crook of his finger. "Come here, darling. I want you to ride me. Let Elijah see every detail as you take my cock."

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