Breaking Perfect (31 page)

Mason’s
fingers worked over her bottom, coating his fingers and her hole, and making
slow shallow dips past her opening. She moaned and settled into Sean’s hold as
he slowly fucked her. Liberty heard the cap of the oil open again and Mason
moved, but not where she could feel him.

Sean
stilled and sucked in a shuddering breath, his neck extending and his muscles
tightening. He grunted and relaxed. His cock fluttered and pulsed deep inside
of her. She looked at him curiously.

Sean
opened his glazed eyes and stared at her through smoky hazel pools of lust. In
a hoarse voice he mumbled, “You’ll love it, Liberty, the feel of being
penetrated there. Such possession, the exchange of trust,” he grunted again and
his hips drove up into her as if by reflex. “He’s always gentle.”
 
Liberty wondered if Mason was penetrating
Sean at that moment.

Mason’s
mouth kissed along her raised bottom and chills ran up her spine. “Hold her for
me, Sean.”

Sean’s
hands moved to her ass and gripped her cheeks, spreading her open. Her breath
began to come faster. “Shh, relax. He won’t fuck you there until you’re ready.
He’s just going to insert a small vibrator.”

“A
vibrator?”

Sean
grunted and there was a sudden trembling running through the walls of her sex,
radiating from Sean’s length. “Yes, just like the one he just shoved into me.”
His eyes closed and his breath grew choppy. “Lay your head on my shoulder,
baby, and let him have control.”

Liberty
lowered her head and felt the cool tip of the vibrator poke and swirl at the
opening of her anus. Mason’s palm flattened on her lower back, stilling her
jerky movements. “Deep breath, Liberty. Then let it out slowly.”

She
breathed in and as she let the breath out the vibrator pressed past her tight
muscle and deep within her back entrance, deeper than anything else ever had.
She whimpered at the intrusion. It was uncomfortable. It was as if there was
something wedged up her ass, which there was. Sean’s lips kissed her forehead
and his arms tightened around her. She felt extremely tight. Stuffed. Sean’s
cock filled her cunt and pulsed from the vibrations traveling through his back
channel. The narrow barrier of her anatomy was taut against the large cock and
the vibrator now wedged snugly in her bottom.

There
was a slight twist and then buzzing filled her ears as it shook her entire
being from the inside out. “Oh God!” She felt herself immediately begin to
climax.

“Relax,”
they both said at once and suddenly the vibrator was moving.

It
trembled as Mason pulled it slowly back and slid it in again. His weight rocked
the bed as he did the same thing with the vibrator filling Sean to judge by the
way his cock leapt and pulsed within her. Her orgasm steadily ripped through
her, unending. She was so aware of and apart from her body at the same time.

Sean’s
hips lifted and he began to fuck her slow and deep as if each thrust ended with
an enunciated punch into her womb. Dear God, she was going to shatter into a
million pieces. Her clit throbbed over Sean’s gliding pelvis.

Repetitive
cries provoked by each thrust escaped her mouth. It was smooth, but rough.
There was a bite of pain that deliciously followed each throb of pleasure. Her
orgasm rolled from one into the next. Suddenly the buzzing sound sped up and
her ass seemed to light on fire. Her climax tripled, blanketing her and all
thoughts fled her mind. Her legs drew up tight and Sean yelled out a curse. She
felt his release filling the condom as her pussy clamped down hard around him.

Her
body throbbed, convulsed, and contracted over and over again. Sean’s neck was
taut with columns of thickly corded muscle. His grip on her tightened and she
was grateful for his secure hold. She was flying out of control. When the last
jolt of pleasure rocketed through her, her muscles gave out and she collapsed
like a puddle of flesh and bones onto Sean. He shook in concert.

The
vibrator slowly retracted from her ass and she imagined Sean was feeling the
same as he grunted. She was rolled gently onto her back, but was too tired to
open her eyes. Sean pulled himself out of her and lay next to her, panting. She
peeked at him through slitted lashes and he clumsily reached for her and
reassuringly squeezed her hand.

“Our
boy doesn’t seem to be finished yet,” he mumbled.

She
tilted her chin and saw Mason kneeling at the foot of the bed, his fist slowly
stroking over the dark flesh of his cock. Despite everything they had done
since returning from the beach, Mason had yet to come. She slowly pulled
herself into a sitting position and faced her husband. Looking up at him she
softly asked, “Can I make you come, Mason?”

His
nostrils flared. “Come here, baby. Let me feel those lush lips wrapped around
my cock.”

She
crawled to the edge of the bed and wasted no time. She took him into her mouth
and swallowed him to the back of her throat. His hand knotted in her curls and
he began to pump his hips. Liberty’s eyes closed as she reveled in his
aggressive passion. He was so powerful, so loving, and so controlled.

Suddenly
cool lips touched her cheek and her eyes opened. Sean was kneeling beside her.
She turned and Mason’s cock slipped from her mouth. Sean claimed her lips with
a deeply carnal kiss that left her breathless. As he pulled away she panted and
sucked in a deep breath as she watched him turn and suck Mason deep in his
mouth.

Mason
gripped Sean’s hair in a fist that was much harsher than he would ever use on
her.
 
She knew it.
 
Fascinated, she watched as he rammed his cock
down Sean’s throat almost as if he wanted to punish him.

Sean’s
eyes closed, shadows of golden lashes leaving dark crescents over his cheeks as
they hollowed over Mason’s cock. He looked so at peace, pleasuring her husband,
like he’d waited an eternity to be permitted to do so. It wasn’t something she
would have guessed a man like Sean to be into, but he clearly was.

He
withdrew with a pop. Sean’s lips were glossy. Mason turned and faced her. She
looked at him and he tenderly caressed her cheek down to her jaw. With slight
pressure on her chin from his thumb, she opened and he slowly fed his cock into
her mouth.

He
was gentle. There was none of the aggressive thrusting she witnessed between
him and Sean. She licked over his flesh. Pulled and kissed him and when he had
had enough he gently touched her cheek and she released him. Sean was there a
moment later taking him deep again. Without thinking she leaned in, not wanting
to be left out, and pressed an open mouthed kiss to the base of Mason’s cock.

Sean’s
eyes opened and he released Mason. His mouth found hers in a searing tangle of
lips and tongues and then Mason was probing between both their lips. They
kissed and licked over his hard flesh and she watched, amazed, as Mason’s
control began to buckle.

Sean
grabbed her and bodily dragged her back onto the mattress. She wasn’t sure what
was happening. Had she done something wrong? Mason’s eyes were crazed with lust
as they zeroed in on her pussy.

Sean
stood up and climbed off the bed, but not before his hand snaked out and
grabbed the bottle of lube. He walked behind her husband and roughly pressed
him forward. Mason’s hands caught his weight as he collapsed over her.

The
sound of foil tearing again rent the air and Mason’s gaze found hers. Her
husband looked at her, eyes glazed with desire and…guilt?

“Tell
him to stop, Liberty, and he will.”

Unable
to speak, she slowly shook her head. Mason’s nostrils flared and she watched
Sean climb up behind him. The sound of oil escaping the bottle filled the air
as Sean’s hands worked over Mason’s ass. His gaze met hers over her husband’s, daring
her to object. She nodded and then he looked down. The next thing she saw was
Mason’s muscles bunching as he sucked in a deep breath. She knew—in that
breath—Sean’s cock was now deep inside of him.

Her
mouth fell open in utter shock. It was incredible. To Liberty it was like
seeing the alpha of a wolf pack being toppled and claimed by the next in line. Sean
was suddenly dominating Mason, who was always in complete control. Her body
creamed as she watched Sean take her husband, somehow knowing he would give no
quarter.

He
grasped Mason’s hips in an iron grip and slammed his cock deep. Mason grunted
and took the pleasure Sean gave. His knuckles tightened in the bed linens and
Liberty watched, completely aroused. “Eat your wife’s pretty pussy,” Sean demanded.
“Eat it until she’s screaming and her come is running down your throat.”

She
was suddenly being dragged down the bed by her ankles, legs spread wide, and
then Mason’s mouth was making a meal of her. She twisted and tried to escape
the intense onslaught of pleasure.
 
It
was too much, too soon.
 
Mason’s breath
beat out of him, smacking hotly against her wet pussy lips with each hard
thrust of Sean’s cock. She barely had time to process the new position and she
was already coming hard. Mason was relentless. His body jerked and his teeth
bit into her flesh as Sean pounded into him from behind.

“Lick
her up, Mase. Don’t let her stop coming until I do.”

There
was something fierce and commanding in Sean’s voice, an intensity she had never
heard before. Mason was suddenly the submissive one doing Sean’s bidding and
here in the mix of it all was herself, completely under their command, a slave
to their desires.

Hard,
fast thrusts rocked the bed. Her husband’s ragged cries roared into her sex as
he licked and nipped and sucked. She was coming and coming over and over
without a break. She feared she might pass out. Her voice cried out words that
were intended to slow him down, but she was robbed of speech as another orgasm
washed over her.

She
suddenly screamed and trembled, Mason’s fingers digging her flesh, holding her
in place, when suddenly Sean’s bellow, followed by her husband’s sob of
pleasure, collided with her own.

“On
her belly!” Sean grunted and Mason’s mouth suddenly left her cunt. He rose to
his knees. Sean’s heavily muscled arm banded around him. The other man’s fist
gripped her husband’s cock and yanked roughly. Warm hot jets of his cum
splattered over her soft, quivering tummy and ran down her sides.

Sean’s
mouth latched onto Mason’s neck before her husband turned to him and kissed him
hard. Liberty wanted to watch them, but her body simply gave out, and a blanket
of peace washed over her, swallowing her whole and everything faded to black.

Chapter Twelve

Sean
awoke to the sound of jazz, his body wonderfully sore. Was he in a dream? He
stretched and opened his eyes. He was alone. Memories of the previous night
came rushing back to him and his cock swelled. Where were Mason and Libby?

The
sound of running water had him looking around. He stood and walked on wobbly
legs to the bathroom. The scent of Mason’s soap laced the steamy air. He
quietly washed his face and cleaned himself up. When the water stopped he
leaned a hip on the counter and waited. Mason stepped out of the shower,
reached for a towel and froze.

Their
gazes locked and then he was pleased to see Mase’s cock grow hard. “Where’s
Libby?”

“She’s
making breakfast,” Mase said as he tied the towel around his waist. The
material tented and gaped over his erection.

“Can
I help you with that?”

Mase
looked down and then back up to Sean. His damp chest rose and fell as he drew
in a deep breath. He seemed uncertain.

Many
times the night before, they awakened and taken Liberty over and over, sharing
her. It was as if they’d finally broken down all the walls and boundaries. He
would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little concerned about where that left
things in the light of day. He needed to know before he faced Liberty.

Mase
broke eye contact and walked to the sink. He reached for his shaving cream and
Sean caught his hand. Mase still wouldn’t look at him.

“Don’t.”
The word fell from Mason’s lips like a guillotine. Sean gritted his teeth and
released him.

“Is
that how it’s going to be?”

Mason
shut off the water and faced him. “I have to go to work. I haven’t had a chance
to talk to Liberty today. I don’t know how things are going to be until I talk
to her.”

“And
what about me, Mase? Do I get a say in any of this?”

“You
know I have to put her first.”

“And
what if she says she likes the way things are going?”

“Then
we go from there.”

He
was right, but Sean was still aggravated that he had no choice in the matter.
He felt… used.

What
if last night was all there would ever be? Part of him felt it was worth it,
but another part hated knowing what he would never have it again. The thought
of being rejected by Mason and Libby, while the two of them still had one
another, left a gaping void in his heart that vied with the one he lived with
since leaving Mase in the first place, since before he arrived in this house. A
cacophony of emotion bubbled up inside of him, desire, hurt, fear…love.

He
snapped, “If you want another cock to fuck your wife, use a vibrator. I’m not a
fucking toy.” He turned abruptly. “I’m out of here.”

Before
he could storm out Mason pinned Sean to the wall of the pink and ivory
bathroom. “I know you aren’t a fucking toy! How could you even say something
like that?”

He
pushed Mase’s hands off of him. “Because that’s what it feels like.”

“Bullshit.
You know why I have to be careful with her. I can’t jump into anything.”

“And
last night when your cock was in my mouth and five minutes after that when mine
was up your ass, what was that if not jumping?”