Breaking Perfect (22 page)

“Gladly.” He dove down and fastened his mouth around that
little bud and she screamed. He wrapped his hands around her, then kept moving
past her delicate hips and held onto Mase’s tight ass as Mase slowly thrust his
cock deep inside of her. Liberty cried as Sean licked her clit and Mason fucked
her tight little cunt.

Unable to help himself, he extended his tongue and licked a
firm line from the top of Mason’s sac, up the wide base of his cock and planted
his tongue deep under Liberty’s hood just over her hard little clit. Mason
jerked and groaned in pleasure as Liberty began to convulse and thrash as the
beginnings of an intense orgasm took hold of her reflexes.

“Hold her, Mase.”

Mason wrapped his arms around his wife and clutched her
tightly to him. His broad fingers plucked and pinched her nipples as Sean made
a feast out of her pussy and Mason’s cock. His hands traveled over Mase’s firm
ass and gripped him hard. The three of them became a trifecta of frenzied need
and lust.

He pulled her bud deep into his mouth. Her heartbeat pulsed
through her flesh, pattering rapidly on his tongue. She shouted obscenities and
half-words, insisting he and Mase never stop. Her hands suddenly knotted in Sean’s
hair and gripped him hard, the pinch of pain practically making him come in his
shorts.

Sean’s fingers found the cleft of Mason’s ass and separated
his flesh while he ate at Libby’s pussy. He felt for and found the tight knot
of his anus and applied mild pressure.

“Fuck!” Mason shouted and began to ride his wife hard. She
shook and screamed as her orgasm peaked and she bathed Sean’s tongue in her
sweet honey.

“Take her,” Mase grunted and Sean sat up, gathering Libby in
his arms. God, she felt perfect there.

He moved his legs out from under him and eased himself onto
his back, pulling Libby with him. Mason fell on top of them and Sean held her
in his arms as Mason fucked her hard. The slap of his balls against Sean’s cock
covered by his briefs threw him into overdrive.

He began to thrust his hips upward, below the two of them,
his sheltered dick pressing into Liberty’s soft stomach. Her face pressed into
his shoulder as Sean’s eyes stared intently into the gaze of a lover he had
once known so well. His hand reached around to Mason’s ass again and he grabbed
a handful of firm flesh. His fingers dug in and Mase shouted as he filled
Liberty with his seed.

The three of them cried out as if they were all experiencing
Mase’s orgasm. Mase collapsed on top of them, but quickly rolled to the side,
pulling Liberty with him.

The cold air hit Sean’s bare chest with a sobering slap. What
the fuck had he just done? He breathed hard, as did Mase and Liberty. No one
uttered a word.

Mason cradled his wife in his arms and kissed her tenderly,
praising her. She clung to him as she tried to catch her breath. Sean was the
first to recover, it seemed. He made to sit up, wanting nothing more in that
moment then to leave the couple and return to his own private room. But
Liberty, with her cheek resting on Mase’s chest, opened her eyes, and placed a
small hand on Sean’s bicep. It actually hurt. The yearning he felt at the sight
of her little hand holding him there physically hurt.

He looked at her and waited, but she said nothing—nothing,
yet everything all at the same time. She smiled softly as if telling him thank
you. Sean frowned. What they’d done was wrong. If only she knew how he’d
touched her husband she wouldn’t be thanking him. With her taste still on his
tongue he forced a reassuring smile and stood up from the floor. Mase called
his name in a questioning tone, but Sean didn’t stop. He went straight to his
room, stepped inside with alacrity, and shut the door.

* * *
*

About twenty minutes later, as he was settling back into bed,
he heard the knob turn. Mason’s form filled the doorframe, silhouetted against
the soft glow of the hall light. “You asleep?”

“No.”

“Can I come in?”

“Your house.”

Mason stepped in and softly shut the door. He walked to the
bed and Sean prayed he wouldn’t come too close.

“Where’s Libby?”

“She’s sleeping.” Mase sat down on the edge of the bed. He’d
put sweats on and his knee brushed Sean’s thigh through the covers. “Are you
okay with what just happened?”

“Are you?”

“It depends. If you can handle it, then yes.”

“And what about Libby?” Sean felt protective of her in ways
he couldn’t explain. Never before had he felt such a need to shelter a woman.

“Liberty will be okay so long as you don’t freak her out.”

“Me? Correct me if I’m wrong, but you allowed another man to
touch your wife tonight. If I’m right in my assumption, this is new territory
to y’all.”

“Not just any man. You. I trust you and Libby likes you. She
trusts me. But you’re right, this is new to us.”

“Why?”

“Why what? Why have we never had a threesome before?”

“No,” Sean snapped. “Why now, all of a sudden? Why with me?”

“Like I said, I trust you.”

“With your wife?”

“Yes, with my wife,” Mason agreed calmly.

“You haven’t seen me in thirteen years, Mase. For all you
know I could have turned into a complete scum bag.”

“You didn’t,” Mason said with complete confidence and
unjustified conviction.

Sean scoffed. “How the fuck do you know?”

Mason looked at him with steel in his eyes. “I know. I know
you, Sean. You can’t hide who you are from me. You never could. I’ve been
watching you watch my wife. You liked women long before you started liking
men.”

Sean stiffened. He’d never liked men. Only Mason.

“Relax. I’m not going to run out and buy you a rainbow flag,
but you really should get over that. It’s all just labels. You are who you are
no matter what you label it.”

Sean pressed his lips together and took a deep breath. “What
happens now?”

“Well, if you aren’t planning to run away scared then I’m not
really sure. We’ll have to play things out and see. I can tell you what
can’t
happen though. Under no circumstances are you allowed to act like
nothing
happened. If you stay, you
acknowledge the fact that tonight happened. Liberty is fragile and has a lot of
demons in her past. She won’t be able to deal with you pretending nothing
happened. It’ll stir up old memories she doesn’t need right now.
 
I won’t allow her to feel ashamed.”

“So what, you want me to bring it up at breakfast tomorrow?
‘Gee, Libby, this French toast is delicious. By the way, so is your pussy.’
What
the fuck, man?
I can’t do that!”

“Don’t be an idiot. I’m just saying…be casual about it. How
would you act with a lover the next morning?”

“I’m usually out by sunrise.”

Mason pursed his lips. “I’m not surprised.”

“Don’t,” Sean warned. He didn’t need another lecture about
his inability to commit to even short term affairs. Sighing, he tried to think
of how he would act with a woman the morning after. “I don’t know. I guess I
would be a little affectionate. Knowing me I’d probably try to hit it one more
time before I sent her home.”

“Okay, then be like that with Libby, affectionate, but no
hitting it.”

Sean was shocked. “Are you serious?”

“Very. I’ll tell her I’m okay with this for now so long as we
all remain honest with each other and you don’t fuck my wife without my
permission.”

Sean’s eyes went wide. “Dude, do you hear yourself? Fuck your
wife? You’re out of your mind! You two took vows—”

“If you can’t handle this then I’ll help you pack your
things. But if you’re going to sit here and act like you aren’t interested, I’m
going to tell you you’re full of shit. It was my cock you were licking a half
hour ago.”

Sean gritted his teeth and fought the urge to punch Mase in
the face. “I’ll stay.”

“Good. I’ll talk to Libby in the morning.” He stood. “Oh, and
one more thing. On the third floor is another guestroom. Under no circumstances
are you allowed in that room unless Liberty invites you. Understand?”

“What’s up there?”

“Nothing. That’s just her space. She knows she can go there
and catch her breath if things overwhelm her. Promise me you won’t go up there
unless she invites you.”

“Okay, I promise.”

“Good.” He began to walk to the door.

“Wait,” Sean hastily called. Mase stilled and turned. Sean
felt his gaze even through the darkness of the room. “What about us? Do you
expect this shit to go on and your wife not to notice that another man’s hand
on your ass throws you into orgasm?”

Mason came back to the bed and sat beside him. He brushed the
back of his knuckles over Sean’s rough jaw and sighed. Sean couldn’t stop
himself from leaning into the caress.

“I’m not going to tell her anything right now. That doesn’t
mean that I’m going to hide it either. I don’t know what the next week will
bring, but I know I loved being with both of you tonight. Liberty loved it,
too. And I’m pretty positive you were enjoying yourself. I think we should just
see what happens. However, as much as I’m in control of my wife’s pleasure, I’m
always aware of what she wants and doesn’t want. The moment she changes her
mind or objects, everything stops and it’s over. I don’t need her to say it out
loud. I’ll be able to tell.”

Sean caught his wrist. “Where does this leave me?”

Mason sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t want to hurt you any
more than I want to hurt Libby. If you think I’m being selfish, tell me, and
we’ll call it quits.”

“I don’t want to quit.”

“Neither do I,” Mason whispered back.

Sean tugged him closer and pressed his forehead to Mase’s. “I’ve
missed you. I’m not gonna lie. I want you.”

Mase shut his eyes and pressed his lips together. “She’s my
wife, Sean. If it doesn’t include her, it doesn’t happen.”

Sean placed Mase’s palm on his chest. “Nothing stops the way
I feel. Just feelings, that’s all I’m telling you. I just need you to know.
Right here, that’s where you are, my boy.”
 
Sean looked into his eyes and their breath mingled.

“Fuck,” Mason quietly swore as his lips pressed into Sean’s.
Sean reached for the back of Mase’s head and pulled him down to him. Mason’s
strong hand wrapped around his neck as his thumb traced the sharp line of his
jaw. They bit at each other’s mouth as Mason held his body above him.

Sean’s cock lengthened and he wondered if he would ever get
any relief. Mason lowered himself and Sean realized, he too, was hard. The
weight of his lost lover’s body was so familiar, amplifying everything he’d
forsaken when he walked away thirteen years ago. A sharp pain sliced through
his heart and he fought the urge to break down and cry.

Sean’s knees drew up and fell wide. He slid his hand down to
Mase’s ass and held him there as he ground himself into him. Hard cock to hard
cock.
 
Mason moaned into his mouth.

Sean reached up for Mase’s hand, pulling it from his neck,
placing Mace’s hand between Sean’s legs. He couldn’t be the aggressor here. If
he expected Mason to trust him the way he once had, he was certain he would be
disappointed, a result of his own stupid mistakes. Having his own lack of trust
thrown into his face was something he couldn’t handle, so he needed Mason to be
in control.

Mason broke the kiss and turned, breathing hard into the hard
curve of Sean’s shoulder. He said nothing, but reached into Sean’s briefs and
pulled out his cock. He ran his hand up and down the length and squeezed. Sean
knew Mason was struggling with being true to his wife and being true to
himself. As wonderful as Mason’s body and touch felt, fairness and fidelity
controlled the bulk of what they were feeling. He ran his hand over the back of
Mase’s head tenderly and held him as Mase touched him.

Mason’s hand began to move faster, jerking and pulling on
Sean’s hard cock. Sean moaned and settled his back into the bed. Mason wasn’t
looking at him or what he was doing, only feeling him, likely remembering how
it was. Memories came hurtling back. The moment was so intense they each seemed
to have trouble breathing through it.

Sean kissed the side of his head. “Remember how good it was?
How many nights we went without sleep just to be with each other?”

Mason’s grip tightened as he tugged harder, faster. Sean’s
balls drew up tight. “I’m gonna come if you keep that up,” he quietly warned.
Mason only provoked him farther by moving even faster.

They were each breathing heavily. His toes tingled and jolts
of electricity buzzed up his spine. Sean’s cock swelled and pulsed under Mase’s
firm grip as hot cum bubbled up to the surface and spilled over his hand. It
was such an all-encompassing release, one he’d longed for, one only Mason could
provide. Tears prickled his eyes.

Mase slowed and eased his grip. Sean’s head hummed with
pleasure as his heart pounded in his chest. He quickly turned and rolled
himself on top of Mase.

There were tears in his old lover’s eyes. “Don’t cry, Mase.
Please. Your life is beautiful. Don’t let the past confuse you. I wasn’t strong
enough to be what you needed. Libby is. I’ll stay, but not if it hurts either
one of you.” He leaned down and softly kissed him.

Mason slowly gave over his mouth. They became reacquainted
with each other’s taste and feel. When they pulled apart Mason whispered, “I
doubt I will ever stop loving you.”

Sean looked down into his soft brown eyes.

“I know.
Me too.”

Chapter Nine

Sean
came downstairs to some sort of delicious scent that sent his imagination on a
wild tailspin of hunger and unleashed his raw lust for Libby’s cooking. As he
entered the dining room he found Mason reading the paper, already dressed for
work, but no food in sight.

“Hey,”
he greeted as he took a seat and poured himself a cup of coffee from the carafe
sitting on the table.

“Good
morning.”

“Did
you sleep well?” Sean asked.

With
a shuffle of papers, Mason gazed back at him, a knowing look in his eyes. “What
do you think?”

“How
is she?”

“She’s
good. I spoke to her early this morning and so long as you remember what I said
last night, everything should be fine.”

“Yeah,
about that,” Sean said as he sipped his coffee. God damn, but everything that
woman made tasted perfect. “What exactly do you expect me to do?”

“I
told you. Just act like you would with any other partner you spent the night
with.”

A
frustrated sound crept from the back of his throat. He put his mug down.
Leaning forward he whispered, “But that’s the thing, Mase, she isn’t my
partner. She’s my ex- partner’s wife.”

Mase
sighed and folded the paper and tossed it aside. “Right. I’m your ex-partner
and she’s my wife and this morning my wife confessed to being attracted to my
old college friend, who, guess what, is also you. Now that we have everyone
labeled correctly can we move on?”

“No,”
he hissed. “I know you just loooove to break my balls about me and my labels,
but this isn’t about that. This is about you loaning out your wife. That’s
fucked up.”

Mason
glared at him, his eyes suddenly cold and serious. “I’m
not
loaning
Liberty out. I’m inviting you to join us as we explore some things. Don’t make
it into something it’s not. She isn’t my property, but my partner, my helpmate.
I love that woman more than anything else in this world. I think we’ve hit on
something that…I haven’t worked it all out yet, but my gut is telling me to go
with it. But Sean, make no mistake, she’s her own person. That being said,
she’s also
my
wife. Mine. So long as we’re both in agreement that you
two can…
play
, then I don’t see the
harm. It’s consensual and I won’t allow her to feel shame about her desires. We
all are entitled to our own proclivities. I have spent years helping my wife
accept hers. If you can’t, then maybe you should bow out gracefully. But don’t
judge her or me, especially when I’m quite aware of
your
tastes.”

“Okay
fine, but it’s a lot different saying something is okay and then being right in
the fucking moment and living it. You could change your mind the second you see
some other dude pawing your wife.”

“Not
with you.”

“You’re
so sure?” Sean sneered.

The
door from the kitchen opened and Sean blanked his expression, repressing his
hostility for the moment. Liberty walked out carrying plates, linen napkins,
and three glasses of orange juice on a tray.

“Completely,”
Mason said, picking his paper up again and putting an end to further
discussion.

“Good
morning, Sean,” Liberty said, almost melodiously as she laid out the plates in
what was clearly a proscribed manner and lined up the folded napkins.

Sean
was fuming at Mase’s arrogance. What did he know? Suddenly, he had an idea.
Sean stood up before Liberty could place the last glass neatly above his
napkin.

“Good
morning, little Liberty.” He blocked her from the table, crowded her smaller
form with his much larger one. Imposing on her personal space, he inched
closer. She looked up at him, confusion shining in her bright blue eyes. Her
soft white-blond curls danced as she tipped her head back to meet his gaze.

“Sean?”

Sean
tucked a stray curl behind her ear only to have the insolent coil spring back
out of line. With shaky fingers, Libby reached for the curl and forced it into
place.

“I
like it down,” Sean said in a husky whisper and was rewarded with the softest
pink tinge darkening her cheeks. Like a sunset, Liberty’s cheeks had various
shade of warmth, each one beautiful, each one rewarding.

Her
golden lashes fluttered. “So does Mason. It’s a nightmare. I don’t know why I
even bother keeping it long.” Her fingers fluttered at the edge of one unruly
ringlet.

Mason
put down his paper and Sean figured he finally got his attention. Good. He
smiled down at Liberty and slowly reached for the clip in her hair. He
carefully pressed the spring on the contraption tight, causing its hold to
loosen, and all of her white gold loose ringlets came tumbling down.

Her
chest began to rise and fall with exaggerated breaths. Her breath quickened.
Her nipples were straining against the thin fabric of her cotton shirt. He
tossed the clip on the table and reached over her shoulders, lifting the weight
of her hair into his hands and savoring the silken feel of it springing and
wrapping around his fingers. Liberty’s lashes lowered creating small purple
shadows on her ivory skin.

He
leaned down and held his mouth a mere inch away from hers. The heat of her
sweet breath teased his lips. He may have had his mouth on her most intimate
parts last night, but he had yet to kiss her.

Liberty
had a mouth made to drive a man mad. Her pouty lower lip was plump, the kind a
man could bite into, but it was her upper lip that made her mouth so unique.
Two full peaks, beautiful like the ties of a bow, it was almost feline like.
She had a mouth that celebrities paid fortunes to emulate. He leaned in and
coasted his lips over hers, barely a brush—a test.

Soft.
Warm. He barely touched her, but fuck, she felt incredible. He could sense her
trembling, but like a good little girl she waited. “I’m going to kiss you,
Liberty. Is that what you want?”

The
sound of Mason’s chair creaked behind them. Would this be the moment Mason
wised the fuck up? Liberty trembled in his grip. He cupped the back of her head
and traced his thumb along the graceful line of her jaw until it landed on her
lower lip. Her little pink tongue crept out and his dick pulsed at the sight.

Sean
tipped the pad of his thumb into her mouth and those succulent lips
instinctively closed over his digit. She gave a little suck and shut her eyes
as she sighed. Sean groaned. She was so fucking sexy. It was natural. She
didn’t even have to try.

He
slowly withdrew his thumb and leaned in. His kiss was firm at first. Not
invading, but in charge. She would know the kind of man he was by the way he
kissed, the kind of lover, because at this point there was no doubt in his mind
that he
would
have her. Stupid Mason for allowing him this ecstasy. Only
a eunuch could refuse an offer so sweet.

He
wasn’t one to pussy foot around. His hand slid down her back and cupped her ass
and he kept his other hand steadily at the side of her jaw. In one smooth
movement he opened his mouth over hers and pressed her lips apart. She moaned
and he sunk his tongue into the heat of her mouth, stealing her flavor,
memorizing her soft touch.

He
kissed her deeply, leaving his imprint on her, making sure she could think of
nothing but him. He demanded full attention and would settle for nothing less.

Her
one hand trembled as it held tight to the glass of orange juice. Her other
rested against his heart. She probably felt it racing beneath the wall of his
chest. She did this to him and he couldn’t recall ever feeling so exhilarated at
the mere idea of kissing a woman.

Taking
one final sweep of her soft tongue as it timidly toyed with his, Sean drew his
lips together and began to conclude the kiss. It was difficult not to keep
going back for more. His lips closed and his cock twitched. Breaking their kiss
into nips and licks, he savored her to the last drop. Finally he pulled himself
away and breathed, “Mornin’.”

Sean
stepped back and with a self-satisfied grin plopped into his chair and took a
swig of coffee. He gave Mason a ‘how do ya like them apples’ look.

Liberty
mumbled something and set his glass down then left the room to bring in
breakfast. Mase’s eyes were fixed on the table, his fingers slowly tracing over
the folded page of the paper, and Sean couldn’t read his expression, but it
hinted at being caught off guard.

He
leaned back and arrogantly sighed. “Still okay with me touching your wife?”

Mase
didn’t move or even blink. “Yes.” His words were one hundred and ten percent
certain.

It
was Sean’s turn to be surprised. He turned to Mason and frowned. “Seriously?
Mason, do you even—”

Mason
held a hand up, silencing Sean’s criticism. He pointed to the table where his
gaze was still locked. Sean turned his head. It took him a moment to grasp what
he was supposed to be seeing, but once he saw it, he matched Mase’s shock. He
knew it was huge. On the table, set right by the edge, far away and more to the
left of the napkin than anything else, sat Sean’s glass of orange juice.

They
each stared at the glass resting outside of its “proper” place. Turning to each
other in silence, their eyes communicated how novel her mix up was. Even after
only a few days, Sean knew it was a big deal.

Was
this because of the kiss? Had he distracted her? What did this mean? Sean
feared it would end in a meltdown like the morning before, or worse. He wasn’t
really sure about all this obsessive compulsive stuff or what exactly brought
it on or set Liberty off, but he was damn sure the next time he got around a
computer he would look it up.

Before
they could comment out loud on the glass, Liberty returned with a tray full of
food. Her cheeks were flushed a radiant shade of burnt sienna. Sean wanted her.
She was flustered, but in a good way. The hint of a smile played at the corners
of her mouth. She set out the food and Mase sent him a look. Sean acknowledged
the look and decided not to move the glass for some time, just in case.