Page 113 of Twisted Trails
“Please.”
Luc moves to kneel between my thighs as Mason pulls one leg wider until I’m spread open for them both. The air hits my wet pussy, and I shiver again.
“Fuck,” Mason breathes. “She’s perfect.”
“Right?” Luc grins, clearly pleased with himself as he presses a finger into me. “Let me hear that pretty little gasp again.”
I give it to him, and my eyes flick between them, the anticipation almost unbearable until?—
Hiccup.
They laugh together, and Mason brushes his knuckles down my side. “Fucking adorable.”
“Yeah, stop being so cute,Petite. We’re here to fuck.”
“Wait, we’re gonna… we’re gonna fuck?All three of us?”
Luc’s eyes soften for the first time since we came into his room, while Mason brushes a strand of hair from my forehead.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want, Bambi. We can just kiss, eat your perfect pink pussy, and make you feel good. Whatever you need.”
“No.” I swallow hard, and Mason takes his hands off me in an instant.
Fuck. I didn’t mean it like that.
I grab his hand and pull him toward me again, kissinghis palm. The lump in my throat isn’t fear, it’severythingelse.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t meannoas in I want you to stop. I just… I want that,” I whisper. “I want everything. With both of you.”
Luc groans. “Such a good girl. I think I promised a reward.”
He licks a long, hot line from my entrance to my clit, and my whole body jolts. I claw at Mason’s forearm, and he leans forward to catch my bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently.
Luc licks again, then sucks my clit before nibbling it, making me gasp into Mason’s mouth.
“You’re not paying attention, Mase,” Luc mumbles around a kiss to my inner thigh. “I thought you wanted to learn.”
Mason lifts his head, eyes dark with curiosity that makes my heart pound faster. Then he crawls down my body to get a better view.
Luc tilts his head to Mason. “Closer. You think you can see what I’m doing from way over there?”
He hooks his arms under my thighs, pushing them up and apart until every part of me is exposed, and Mason kneels beside him. I squirm instinctively, and heat rushes to my face when my wetness trickles down my slit.
They both watch it with something like rapture on their faces.
“Bottom to top,” Luc instructs, clearing his throat. “Then circle her clit, gentle at first. Watch.” I hold my breath but gasp out his name when he demonstrates the second part. He smirks and looks up at me again, proud of the effect he has. “Fuck, don’t look at me like that,Petite. I’ll come just from this.”
Mason swallows hard when Luc makes room for him,and then mirrors the motion, his tongue moving with more caution. He’s blushing, and I know he sees my blush, too, but it’s so damn good.
“Yeah, stay right there,” Luc murmurs. “Keep circling, don’t rush it. Let her feel it.”
Mason hums in acknowledgment, and the vibration travels straight through my core. I reach without thinking, fingers burying themselves in his thick hair as my hips shift, seeking more. My wrapped fingers are useless, but I don’t even feel them.
He finds a rhythm, and every slow, careful swipe of his tongue makes my body climb higher, and the heat spiral tighter. Just when I think I might lose it, Luc leans in, and suddenly, they’rebothon me.
Their cheeks brush as Luc’s tongue glides up the other side of my slit, their heads bowed as they lick me in tandem. Luc moves to focus on my entrance with slow, deliberate pressure while Mason flicks my clit.
It’s too much. It’s not enough.It’s everything.
