Savor Me (5 page)

THE SENSATIONS THAT ARE
coursing through my body are unlike any I have ever felt. Sure, I've been with two men before, but the heat and lust I feel now are on a whole new level, even for me. I’m not shy, but it’s always intimidating to stand exposed, especially when I’m standing in front of two men as gorgeous as Hunter and Mason. But I don’t feel exposed this time. I feel desired.

Mason’s breath is hot on my neck, and his kisses are wet as he trails them over my skin. A slight shiver runs through my body. Hunter stares for a minute before hooking his fingers in my thong and pulling it to my feet. I slowly step out of it and kick it to the side. He immediately drops to his knees, kissing up the inside of my thighs.

“There she is,” he sighs as his fingers find my clit.

Mason’s rough hands find their way to my breasts. He cups them with both hands and latches on to my shoulder. Grazing his teeth over my sensitive skin, he pulls the straps of my bra down with his mouth. I reach behind myself with shaky fingers and flick open the clasp. My bra slides to the floor and Mason’s hands begin rolling my erect nipples between his callused fingers. Hunter finally thrusts a finger inside and it rocks me back into Mason’s hard body. He continues the motion with his hands while he sucks on my swollen clit. A moan escapes from my throat as both men overload my senses. I can already tell by the fire spreading in my belly that this isn't going to take long.

Pulling the lobe between his teeth, Mason tugs and licks at my ear. His hands continue the alternating between tugging my nipples and massaging my breasts. The mix of his hot breath on my neck and Hunter between my legs has me wildly searching for something to hold on to as I cry out. One hand finds its way into Hunter’s hair and the other snakes behind, taking hold of Mason’s ass. I need an anchor to keep me from falling when my legs buckle from my impending orgasm. One last rough twist of my nipple and stroke on my clit, I find my release.

I stare as Hunter stands and makes a show of licking his fingers. Hunter may like to be the center of attention as he smirks over at us, but this isn’t all about him. Mason begins to tense, so I focus my attention on him. Leaning back, my lips find his jaw. I press a kiss, letting it linger a little longer than necessary, giving a silent message to everyone in the room. This is about me. I decide what and who I want. Mason catches the message and relaxes slightly behind me. However, Hunter goes for the challenge. He drops his jeans and rips his shirt over his head. This man has no shame, that’s for sure.

“You ready for more, Lacey?”

“Well, it definitely looks like
you
are.” I glance down at his hard and ready cock. The raw sex in his eyes makes me feel like I’m his next meal.

“So don’t keep me waiting. Get over here.” He smiles, reaching to pull me towards him, but I turn in Mason’s arms, shutting Hunter out for a minute.

I look up into Mason’s hard eyes and slowly undo the button of his jeans. I squat down, sliding them along with his boxers to the floor. He lifts his feet and steps out of his pants. Looking up, I can see that Mason has closed his eyes, so I begin to rise, gliding my hands up his strong legs as I stand. I continue my path up his lean, tight body. Pushing my hands under his shirt, I pull it over his head and throw it somewhere in the room.

His chest is defined and sexy as hell. His body isn’t hard from the gym like Hunter’s. Mason is hard from manual labor. Muscles I never knew existed cover his shoulders and back. I can’t help letting my hands explore as I press a kiss to his left peck. His eyes fly open, landing directly on mine. My heart hammers in my chest, terrified that he will turn me away. Rejection doesn’t usually worry me like this, but for some unexplainable reason, I’ve never wanted anything more than I do Mason Wynn. I can feel his cock hardening between us, so I accept that as his sign of approval.

I turn around to face Hunter again and meet his hooded eyes. I know he’s watching the exchange between me and Mason. The
watched
becoming the
watcher
. It appears he is more than ready to see what will happen next, but I cut him off. Stepping closer to Hunter, I place a hand to his chest and give him slight shove. It wasn’t hard, but he plays along and falls onto the bed with a grunt. I climb on top, straddling his thighs. Mason is still standing where I left him, but his are eyes glued to me. Watching, always watching. I can feel them burning into my skin.

Bending down, I press my mouth to Hunter’s with a rough kiss, and his hands slide up my body. Kissing down his chest and stomach, I spread his legs and kneel in between them. Just as I descend on Hunter’s hard cock, I hear Mason moving to get a better view. He sinks into the chair next to the bed and begins to palm his own erection, readying himself for a show.

Hunter is big, but he pales in comparison. Mason’s dick is huge. His cock is hard, the tip purple. A bead of come sits at the tip. I slide around to Hunter’s side, turning my body more to face Mason. He isn’t the only one who wants to watch tonight.

“No touching my head,” I command, reminding Hunter of my rules.

“I got it,” he confirms.

Peeking through my lashes, my eyes lock on the man across the room. I slide my tongue up Hunter’s hard shaft and his cock jumps at my touch. Once he’s wet, I wrap my lips around him and take him all the way to the back of my throat. My eyes focus on Mason’s while I suck and lick on Hunter’s stiff cock. I know Mason is turned on. His chest heaves and his fingers twitch as he strokes himself at the same pace I work Hunter. My pussy is so wet I can feel the juices on my thigh. With his muscles straining and hips bucking, Hunter moans that he’s close. Never breaking the connection with Mason, I hum as Hunter shoots his come down the back of my throat. Swallowing it all, I pull my mouth off his cock and lick my lips.

The bed shifts as Hunter props up on his elbows, looking at me with a grin. “Jesus, Lacey, your mouth never disappoints, does it?

“I guess it depends on who you ask.”

He reaches forward, pulling me against his body and placing a hard kiss to my lips. ”Right now, I’m the only opinion that matters, and I say that was phenomenal.

“What about Mason? I’d say his opinion matters as well.” I move off Hunter and towards the chair—and man—in the corner.

I’m sated and happy, but I have one goal in mind. As I walk slowly towards Mason, who is still sitting in the chair and holding his massive dick, my heart is beating a thousand times a minute. Why this mystery man makes me nervous, I’ll never know.

I lean forward to finally kiss his lips, but he turns his head and my mouth lands on his cheek. Confusion rushes over me at his rejection. Maybe I read this all wrong. Maybe he doesn't want me like I want him. Well, fuck that! I grab his hand, pulling him out of the chair, then turn and push him back towards the bed. He doesn’t give in to my push like Hunter. Instead, he calmly sits on the edge with his feet still resting on the floor. Hunter stands from the bed and heads toward the chair, effectively swapping places.

I straddle Mason’s legs and once again push a hand against his chest. Despite his earlier defiance, his top half falls to the bed. Mason’s eyes flash a strange expression. Desire? Lust? Shame? Just like the man, it’s unreadable. He adjusts on the bed to make himself more comfortable. With his feet still touching the floor, he reaches down, stroking his thick cock. I take that as my cue. Sliding up his body, I pay careful attention to rub my body over his length. His head falls back and his eyes close. The rumble of his deep growl vibrates throughout my body.

Pressing my lips to his ear, I utter three simple words. "Eyes on me!" His eyes immediately fly open at my command.

I snap over at Hunter, and just like a well-trained assistant, he hands over a condom. I make quick work of rolling it down Mason’s length. His eyes never stray from mine. Unable to restrain myself any longer, I reach between us and slide onto his cock. He's so big that it takes a minute to adjust to his size, but the minute our gazes lock, I place my hands on his chest and start to move.

His heart is pounding under my hand as his now midnight blue eyes strip away any defense I ever thought to build. This feeling inside my chest is heavy, but as I ride a smooth rhythm over Mason, the world falls away. Gone is Hunter, although I know he is still in the room. With Hunter there is lust and the sex is just sex. But the eyes staring up at me, penetrating me even deeper than his cock, are so much more. I don’t understand why it feels like more, but it absolutely is. These emotions coupled with his intense stare and perfect rhythm bring my orgasm blazing to life. I whisper his name as I come with him still pumping inside me.

When I come down from my high, there is a small smile tugging the corner of Mason’s lips. I offer him an insecure grin and shyly look away. Even though he has no idea what I was just thinking, it embarrasses me that I had those thoughts about a man I know nothing about. His hand cups my cheek, forcing me to look back at him. And just when I feel the connection return, a warm of a body touches me from behind.

“That was fucking hot, Lacey. But not as hot as it will be when I get back inside you,” Hunter says, stepping up to the bed.

I’m still firmly seated on Mason’s dick, but Hunter begins kissing my neck and massaging my breasts. And just like that, the spell is broken and the moment we shared is gone. Mason’s smile falls and his mask is replaced once again. I shiver as the cold wetness of lube drips down my ass crack.

“How do you feel about anal, sugar?” His warm fingers spread it around my tight hole.

I freeze, suddenly feeling weird about Hunter being here after my little minute with Mason. I look down, but Mason’s eyes are distant, and even though he is still rock hard inside me, he looks disinterested. I quickly remind myself that this is only an arrangement. No strings, no relationships. Just sex, which is exactly the way I like it.

Giving Mason one last glance, I answer, “If you stop calling me sugar, I could possibly entertain that idea.” I turn my head to catch Hunter’s mouth in a deep kiss, taking from him what Mason refused me.

This isn’t the first time I’ve had it in the ass. Hell, I’m one of the few women who are open about how much I actually love anal. I can take Hunter, but he’s gentle and primes my hole with the lube and his fingers, gently pushing and stretching. He uses his other hand to push against the small of my back, bending me all the way over.

I rest my arms on either side of Mason’s head. He’s watching my face, but as soon as we make eye contact, he moves his attention to my body. He reaches between us to rub my clit and once again begins to move inside me. He spreads his legs wider under me, allowing more space for Hunter to move in close.

I hear the familiar sound of a foil packet then feel the sting of Hunter’s tip as he pushes in slowly. Anal is one thing, but having two men inside me at once is the most spectacular feeling I have ever experienced. Especially these two men. Hunter gently works his hips in and out until he is finally buried to the hilt. Finding Mason’s rhythm, Hunter matches it stroke for stroke. Mason’s deep breaths caress my face, and my eyes flutter shut.

“Open your eyes.” I hear the demand, but I’m overwhelmed with sensations. “Lace, please,” Mason whispers inches away from my mouth, carefully never touching it.

My eyes spring open when Mason slams into me. His eyes are intense and maybe even…possessive? His hands slide down my sides and grip my hips. He starts thrusting into me harder, leaving Hunter scrambling to keep up. Mason growls only loud enough for me to hear, but it leaves me aching to feel him come. A few more thrusts and he moans my name as his cock pulsates inside me.

He relaxes into the bed as the last of his orgasm leaves him. I want to fall on top of him and hold him, but Hunter fucking my ass brings me back to reality. Watching Mason’s heavy-lidded eyes and feeling Hunter’s cock stretching my ass, I come again while rocking hard into Hunter. My moans spur him on and he slams into me, grabbing my hips as he stills, releasing everything he has into the condom inside me.

I finally fall onto Mason’s chest, the action pulling Hunter from my body. I want to kiss Mason so badly, but I know he will reject me, and my heart can’t take that in this moment. Instead, I rest my lips to his jaw. I feel him hum, sated, as he brushes his fingers along my ribs. It’s deeper than just a touch, and I am a selfish girl who will take what she can get.

Hunter flops down on the bed beside us and once again the moment is lost. At least this time I feel certain that Mason felt it too.