Page 195 of Twisted Trails
A reminder thatshe’sthe one getting fucked, even if her attention keeps drifting to the show.
Luc just hums, clearly pleased with his work, when Mason is completely naked.
“Touch him,” she commands next, voice thick with heat.
Luc chuckles. “With pleasure.”
Mason lets out a low sound when Luc wraps a hand around his dick and starts to stroke him.
I groan, hips stuttering against Alaina. Not because I want what’s happening over there, but because thewhole damn scene—her commanding and them obeying whilemy cock is deep inside her perfect pussy?
It’s almost too much.
Her fingers dig into my forearm where I’ve wrapped it around her waist, anchoring her to me, while Luc strokes Mason.
“Finn,” she moans, and I clench my teeth to hold back from coming as I thrust even deeper, stealing her focus back from them for a second time and dragging it to me where itbelongs.
She rakes her nails across my skin, anywhere she can find, and I know she’s close. I reach down, ready to give her more, but she catches my wrist again, yanking it away with a breathy, “No touching.”
I press the side of my helmet against hers with a soft thud, and slow my pace, not even sure what point I’m trying to prove. “You think you can come just from my cock?”Thrust.“Does it feel that good, baby girl?”Thrust.“The way you’re squeezing me right now,fuck,I know you’re close.” One more thrust, and this time I stay deep inside her for a long moment, holding her impaled on me.
She whimpers as her body jerks.
“Attagirl.”
I finally pull back out, just to the tip, before thrusting back inside and resuming my furious pace, dragging every sound out of her body. My hand drifts lower again, guided by instinct. “Let me make it even better, huh? Just a little touch?—”
Her answer is nothing but a wrecked moan and a headshake.
No touching.
I’m going todiein this helmet, but what a way to go.
“Stop,” Alaina says suddenly, and I freeze immediately, heart skipping as I start to pull out, but she squeezes my wrist. “Not you, Finn.Delacroix.”
I haven’t even noticed that he’s still jerking Mason off, or that they even still exist, really. Glancing over, Mason looks like he’s about to combust. Alaina pushes back on me, and I take her lead and start my rhythm up again as Luc’s hand falls away from Mason.
Alaina reaches up and unclasps the helmet she’s wearing and hands it back to Mason without a word.
He takes it, still panting, and puts it on, making him a wall of muscle, tension, and sweat with no face. Entirely bare except for that one piece of armor.
Then she turns to Luc. “Helmet on, pants down, jersey up. Touch yourself, but don’t strip completely.”
Luc grins like a devil as he shoves his pants down, jerks his jersey up over his abs, and slides his helmet into place. His hand wraps around his cock as he makes a show of stroking himself.
“Why don’t you want me to strip,ma Petite?”
Alaina doesn’t miss a beat. “Because pink looks fucking good on you.”
Luc and Mason laugh, the sound low and muffled.
Alaina’s cheeks are flushed deep pink as she looks back at me, her big brown eyes almost black as her pupils dilate.
Moaning, she looks between us. At them, stroking themselves. Me, buried deep inside her.
And fuck,whyis that so hot?
Alaina is completely in control, even as I fuck her hard enough to make the mattress complain.
