Page 126 of Gin and Lava

NAOMI

It’s Sam!

I know those eyes—brown, inquisitive, judging. I used to crave them. I used to be so desperate for them to scour my body, filled with awe and desire.

Fear shoots up my spine.

Samis watching us!

My pussy spasms, wickedly turned on by our spectator and making me gasp.

Sam shudders—and our eyes lock. He’s been caught! A shiver ripples through him with realization. He’s caught me, and I’ve caught him. I’m doing something naughty, buthe’salso watching.

Only, in that exact moment, Mason sucks on my clit so hard, I cry out. My orgasm blossoms like a fire cloud, erupting through my lower regions with pounding intensity. I keep Sam’s gaze, his eyes black with desire, as I barbarically pump my open legs against Mason’s mouth and continue to come.

Fuck, it’s even more intense because Sam’s watching.

Mason’s arms tighten around my ass and hips, holding me up as my pleasure rakes against his lips. He has no idea we have a spectator, or that it’s making me even more sensitive to every flick of his tongue.

Mason doesn’t stop. He responds to the fact that I continue to come and keeps fucking me with hot elongated sensations.

I never came this hard with Sam.

Not once.

And maybe he knows that as he watches the pleasure bowl through me, making my whole body convulse. I gasp and ride out the orgasm, letting Sam watch, and for this one wild moment, I have all the power.

“I need your cock, right now,” I growl, pulling on Mason’s shoulders and indicating I need him to stand up. “I need you splitting me in half.”

“Fuck, Princess,” Mason growls, lifting up off his knees and moving to kiss me. He tastes spicy and hot, his mouth wet with the taste of my release.

I push Mason’s swim trunks down his ass and reach between us. He’s huge and hard, and I whimper at how good I know he’s going to feel.

I don’t know if I’m doing this because I know Sam is watching. But I don’t look over Mason’s shoulder to check. A more ravenous piece of me needs Mason.

I need him right now.

All of Mason.

I hook my knee over Mason’s hip and guide his thickness to my entrance. Thank God we’re both clean because I’m not patient enough to get a condom. I grab his ass and push him inside me.

“Fuck, Naomi!” he growls against my neck, taking control and pushing deeper into my depths.

I’m gasping. His cock always feels incredible, but right now, with me barely coming off my orgasm—he feels gigantic.

“How is it possible for you to feel this good?” I moan into his ear. I’m so sensitive I feel all of him deep in my core—filling me wide and thick. He kisses me, pushing his tongue inside me as he begins to pump.

I claw at his back.

“Fuck me hard, Mason,” I whisper. “Fuck me so hard every one hears me screaming.”

“What if I don’t want them to hear you,” he teases, starting to thrust.

“Too bad,” I growl. “You should’ve thought about that before you pulled my bikini bottoms down.”

“Damn Princess, I like you dirty.”

“I know,” I whimper, moving his hand to my second leg and indicating that he needs to lift me up and fuck me properly against this shed. “I like me dirty, too.”

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