Page 166 of Twisted Trails
I kiss her hard, and between the three of us, there’s nothing but breath, heat, and the quiet shuffle of limbs as we maneuver Alaina onto the bed. She lets us guide her, and when I give her over to Mason, her hands find purchase on his shoulders as he kisses her like he’s starving.
I settle on the bed, back against the headboard, legs open. She turns and crawls over to me without hesitation, and when she wraps her mouth around my cock, it’s greedy, like she wants to devour every moan I’ve got inside me.
“Putain, bébé,” I hiss, my hand curling in her hair as her tongue traces the underside, lips tight around the head, sucking hard.
Behind her, Mason is already lining himself up with herchatte.
Alaina pulls her mouth off my cock just long enough to consent. “Please, Mason.”
Thatbreathy littlepleasealmost makes me come, and I’m not the only one affected by it.
Finn curses under his breath by the window, still standing there like we told him, but he’s breathing hard now, arms tense where they’re braced behind him. His knuckles are white. And yeah, he’s hard. It’s so obvious through those jeans.
Good.
I groan again as Alaina swallows me down to the root. My hand tightens in her hair as Mason lets out a strangled curse behind her, and I can tell from the stutter of her hips that he’s finally inside.
“You watching, Greer?” I murmur, rolling my hips as Alaina’s tongue circles the head of my cock again. “You see how fucking gorgeous she looks with her mouth full and her hips taking Mase deep?”
He doesn’t answer, but his hand twitches like he wants to touch himself butdoesn’t.
Discipline. Respect.
Merde.Maybe he is all-in, after all.
The moment Mason starts thrusting into her, it knocks the air out of both of us. Alaina moans around my cock, and the vibration sends heat ricocheting through me.
Each deep thrust rocks her against me, forcing me deeper into her mouth. I grip the back of her head tighter, grounding myself against the wet heat of her and the way Mason’s hips hit hers with every stroke.
“Bloody beautiful,” Mason growls, fingers digging into her waist.
After a few more thrusts, Alaina pulls her mouth off my cock with a wet pop, gasping for breath, and Mason catches her by the throat, pulling her back against his chest as he keeps thrusting into her. She whimpers, eyes wide with heat as his free hand grips her breast.
Then her eyes flick to Finn, and his gaze seems to hit her hard. She gasps, shudders all over, and fuck, the way he can do that to her from across the room is hot as fuck.
I slide down onto my stomach in front of her and bury my face between her thighs. She’s soaked, absolutely drenched, and I lap at her like a starving man, letting my tongue glide over where they’re connected, and licking along the base of Mason’s shaft, tasting them both, while savoring the way her thighs tremble around my face.
She moans again, higher this time, and I look up to see she’s got one arm wrapped tight around Mason’s neck, fingers buried in his hair as he fucks up into her from behind. Her other hand with the cast tangles in my hair as she holds me close.
“Please, please, please,” she whimpers like a prayer, and I hear Greer muttering curses under his breath again. I suck her clit into my mouth, and when I glance over to him, he’s biting his knuckles, eyes glued to Alaina.
Yeah. Our girl is hot as fuck.
Mason’s hand slides over hers in my hair, pushing me harder against her pussy, like he noticed my attention strayed and doesn’t approve.
Fair.
I refocus, sucking harder, and Mason’s thrusts grow rougher, matching my rhythm. Her moans climb higher, fingers tightening in my hair, and then her whole body goes taut. Her breath catches, back arching as she pulls my mouth off her when her orgasm hits, and her head falls onto Mason’s shoulder, eyes locking on Greer. She shakes, gasps, coming hard while whimpering, until her knees nearly buckle.
Mason grips her tighter and keeps fucking her while I rise back onto my knees in front of her. She’s perfect, all flushed cheeks and glassy eyes, and when I lean in, shemeets me halfway. Our mouths crash together messily, but then Mason grips her chin and pulls her head back so he can kiss her over her shoulder.
He just stole my fucking kiss, so I join in, devouring her from the front, and now her lips are caught between both of ours in a three-way kiss that tastes like sweat, want, andus.
Mason’s hand brushes down my abs before he grips my cock. The touch makes my hips jolt forward involuntarily. He strokes me with just enough friction to make my thighs tense. Then his rhythm matches the tempo of his thrusts into Alaina, each stroke of his cock inside her echoed by the glide of his fist around mine, and it feels like he’s fucking both of us at the same time.
“Putain,” I growl against Alaina’s mouth, and her moans vibrate into my chest.
Alaina’s hand joins Mason’s on my cock, her smaller, softer grip wrapping around the head while Mason still works his fist up and down my shaft.
