Page 44 of Bear
Mason turns his head, kissing the inside of my thigh, jerking my attention to him. My head reels, and the slightest bit of uncertainty rises within me before I squash it down. I tell myself I’m in control, even as a small whimper falls from my parted lips. Two pairs of eyes follow every hitch of my chest, one blazing-blue and the other sinful and dark.
Mason hooks his fingers in the waistband of my white cotton panties, one eyebrow rising in question.
“Take them off.” The voice doesn’t even sound like mine, but itwasme. Somewhere deep inside I know I want this. I want them.
They waste no time peeling the underwear from me, leaving me completely naked and at their mercy. I couldn’t stop this now; lust careens through my body at breakneck speed.
It starts simply enough. They take turns playing with me, skimming fingers on either side of my entrance. It feels good, and all my nerve endings spark a needy fire that will flame into a full-blown inferno if we keep going. I writhe between them, waiting with bated breath for more of their touch.
“Please?” The word comes out ragged and desperate. My face flushes.
Mason looks up at me from under his hooded gaze. “Are you begging, Lennon?”
Am I? Fuck yes, I am, and I don’t care if they know it.When I nod, he gives me a ghost of a smile before rubbing a few deft fingers over my clit in a circular pattern.
Duke hesitates. His jaw is tight enough to snap, and he’s breathing kinda hard. He keeps shaking his head, like he’s trying to wake himself up. Only he can’t. Because this is happening. He’s not dreaming. None of us are anymore.
With Mason still making manic circles around my clit, Duke finally manages to grit out, “What do you want, Lennon?”
I stare at him, wondering if I have the courage to tell him what I really want. I blink, my head in a daze. “I want you to keep touching me.” My eyes flick to the hand that is holding my thigh, and I bite my lip. His fingers are long and maybe a little rough. I need them inside me.
He nods, then looks from Mason to my pussy. “She’s so fucking wet for us.” Taking one fingertip, he slides it down through my slit and teases my entrance before ever so slowly inserting one finger inside me. The reverse motion isn’t any faster. He’s going to drive me out of my mind because oh, fuck. My stepbrother is a tease. He keeps up the same agonizingly slow pace for what could have been one minute or ten. By the time he adds a second finger, sweat pops out on my brow.
A stuttered curse leaves my lips as my body begins to tremble and tension coils inside me. Duke watches my every move as he boldly strokes his fingers inside me. “Does it feel good, Lennon?”
I’m close to combusting, and I can’t seem to stop the rock of my hips as my pussy chases those magic fingers of his.
And, as if he doesn’t want to be left out of the fun, Mason pushes my leg a little wider and replaces his fingers with his mouth. He covers my clit and sucks on me in time with Duke’s ministrations, which now include a beckoning curl of his fingers. Over and over, he rubs a spot that has me moaning aloud. Maybe I should be embarrassed by the noises falling from my lips, but I don’t care because these guys are hell-bent on making me feelsofucking good. I quickly come undone, hips bucking as my pussy gushes. The orgasm that streaks through me is so powerful my vision goes a little dark and sparkly on the edges. “Fuck. Oh fuck. Yes!”
“I want to taste her.”
Duke. My stepbrother. He wants to— Fuck. I can’t think, I’m floating on clouds.
While I’m still recovering, they put yet another pillow under my ass, and I glance down to see them holding my legs open and looking at every bit of me with hungry eyes.
My eyes widen as they begin to lick and suck, first one, then the other, and sometimes both at the same time if they can get the right angle. Mouths closing over my clit and kissing my pussy lips. Dips of tongues into my core and swipes over the delicate skin near my ass. The way they work together is like a symphony, only they’re playing me, not an instrument.
There’s so much sensation down there, I think I may have died or something, because I feel like I’m outside my own body, watching some really fucking lucky girl who is experiencing these men worshipping her. With a jolt, I realize it’s definitely me, and my heart squeezes as they both look up at me from between my legs. “You two are so fucking hot.”
Mason grunts out, “Agreed.” He turns his head, grips the back of Duke’s neck, and slams his mouth against Duke’s. My mouth drops open, watching the fierceness of their kiss. It’s raw, animal… and beautiful. Their tongues stroke and stroke, and I don’t even mind taking the back seat for a bit to watch.
“Fuck, I taste her on you. So fucking good.” Duke moans as their mouths slant, and they take the kiss deeper. They don’t realize it, but their fingers dig into each of my thighs, and a resulting surge of wetness flows from me. Before I comprehend what I’m doing, my hand drifts down, and I slowly touch my swollen sex, fingers sliding through a mixture of my arousal and their saliva. Mere moments later, I get myself off to the sight of these two men kissing each other like the world could stop, and that’d be okay with them. I come with a loud gasp, my hips rolling through it.
“Fuck, look at you.” Mason kneels over me and laps up the juices from my pussy, and licks over my fingers, which I haven’t moved.
Duke squeezes my leg, his head tilting to the side. “Did it… did you—” He stops, a tiny smirk working his way to his lips.
“Watching you got me hot and bothered.” My eyes drift down to his gray boxer briefs, which have a wet spot at the front. I gesture with my chin toward his dick. “I think you should touch each other. Let me watch.”
Mason rises beside Duke, his lips and chin glistening. He reaches over, firmly grasping Duke’s bulge. “I’m game.”
Duke’s jaw works to the side. He glances at me before searching Mason’s eyes. The nod he gives is practically imperceptible, but I catch it, and so does Mason. Moments later, both of them are out of the last of their clothes, kneeling side by side between my spread legs. Their cocks jut out from their bodies, so fucking hard, I feel the answering throb between my legs again. They don’t tell me I should move or sit up, so I wait to see what they’ll do. Besides, I’m comfortable right where I am. Front-row seat.
Another smirk lifts to Mason’s lips as he brings his fingers to my pussy and gathers some of the slick moisture from me. Oh god. I watch as Duke does the same, slowly touching me, our eyes connected. I’m ready for them to get on with it and jack off, but as it happens, I’m totally unprepared for what they apparently have in mind. Mason takes Duke’s dick and slowly begins to slide his hand up and down his shaft.
“Fuuuck, Mase.” Duke’s head drops back on his shoulders, and he takes a deep, ragged breath. When he returns his gaze to the two of us, he grasps Mason’s thick cock in his hand, slicking his tongue over his lower lip, his eyes trained on his own hand stroking his friend’s dick.
It’s the best thing I’ve ever witnessed in my entire life.
