Breaking Perfect (37 page)

Sean’s
orgasm ripped through him, unleashing something that seemed buried in the
depths of his soul. He shouted as the hot release chugged up from his balls.
Mason’s mouth released his cock with a suctioning pop as his hand continued to
jerk out his release. Hot semen erupted from his dick, washing over Mason’s
hand, fingers, and splashing his belly. Sean tipped his head back and moaned at
the unbelievable sensation as he caught his breath.

When
he looked back Mason was eyeing him with purpose. His dick was slick and wet
with the remnants of Sean’s cum. Mason worked Sean’s release over his own cock.
The idea of Mason fucking him while covered in his cum made Sean’s nostrils
flare. He was so turned on his overworked, sensitive cock still rested hard
against his belly.

Mason
sucked on a finger and brought it to Sean’s rear. Moving in tight, small
circles, he massaged the knot of his lover’s rectum until Sean relaxed into
him. As the tip of his finger worked past the ring of muscle Sean moaned and
Mason sank his finger deep. Another finger quickly joined the first. He began
to fuck him with the two digits, pumping and scissoring, stretching and
readying him.

Sean’s
feet pressed into the bedding. His ass lifted as he began to ride Mason’s hand.
Finally, Mason withdrew his fingers and moved closer. His knees pressed into
the weight of Sean’s cheeks and then his legs were being lifted and maneuvered
over Mase’s hips. The blunt tip of Mason’s fat cock nudged his opening and he
relaxed.

Although
his fingers had just been inside, stretching him, Mason’s supple cock had a
girth that took patience. Slowly, he pressed into Sean’s hole and Sean felt as
if his body would rip in half. He breathed through his teeth and pressed down
on Mason’s hard length. The pressure caused Mason to rear up and he slid in to
the hilt. They each sighed and held still for a moment, allowing Sean to adjust
to the pressure. He’d forgotten what it was to feel so filled.

Mason
leaned forward and Sean’s knees fell wide. The new angle pressed Mase’s cock
into all the right places. As he began to move they never once took their eyes
off of the other. With each hard thrust Sean felt pockets of pleasure being
pumped deep inside of him.

Their
bodies grew slick with sweat. Their grunts and moans came more and more often.
Hands pulling flesh, bodies knocking, pumping, writhing. It was incredible. How
had Sean ever walked away from this? This was so much more than two men
fucking. This was love. This was possession.

Mason’s
cock pressed deep and Sean’s sac tightened as the fucking began to milk his
prostate. With one final hard thrust Mason came deep inside of him triggering
Sean’s second release. Sean came almost violently, hot spatters ejaculating out
of him like a shower from an untethered garden hose. Mason grunted and slammed
his hips forward a few more times, making sure he
 
truly drained every drop from himself and Sean
as well.

Their
eyes met and in that moment there was so much love and affection neither of
them could put a voice to what they were feeling. Mason nodded as if to say,
I
know. I feel it too.
And Sean had to blink back tears. What the fuck? Since
he stepped into this house he’d cried more than he had in the last twenty
years. He needed to get a grip.

Before
he could degrade himself too much, he felt Mason’s thumb skim over the corner
of his eye. He looked up and saw that he too wore a glazed expression. He was
about to make some macho comment about the two of them acting like two little
girls and maybe braiding each other’s hair when they were done, but instead he
remained quiet. Mason leaned down and kissed him softly.

“I
love you, my boy. Don’t ever leave me again.”

Sean
realized Mason’s honest vulnerability was a million times better than any
pathetic denial of what was actually happening here. He swallowed the hard lump
in his throat and whispered back, “I love you too, and I don’t ever want to let
this go.”

Chapter Fifteen

Liberty
awoke late that night to the sense that she was being watched. She opened her
eye to find, not just Mason, but Sean studying her in the illumination of the
bedside lamp. They leaned over her, one on each side of the bed, heads both
damp and skin smelling fresh with the clean scent of soap.

“Hi.”

They
smiled and at the same time said, “Hi.”

She
looked at Sean. His eyes looked tired, but happy. “You’re still here.”

“I’m
still here.”

“Are
you staying?”

“Until
you ask me to leave. Do you still want me to stay?”

She
looked up at Mason, but found no persuasion of any sort in his eyes. It was up
to her. “I want you to stay.”

“Good,
because I don’t want to go.”

Sean
leaned down and gently kissed her lips. The soft caress of Mason’s mouth on the
sensitive patch of skin where her neck met her shoulder had her nipples
tightening. She’d never been kissed by two men at the same time.

“I’m
sorry about the way I acted this afternoon. I’ll never talk to you or treat you
like that again,” Sean said against her ear, his voice laced with promise,
apology, and thick emotion. Her heart broke for him. He was not a bully. She
saw the real Sean, the gentle Sean. Aggressive sex did not equate him to the
man his father was. She hoped he could understand that.

She
wanted to tell him it was fine. She was fine. But his mouth kept moving down to
the other side of her neck and she found it hard to talk. Two tongues, each
with their own texture and skill licked at her sensitive flesh as hands coasted
under the covers and up her thighs. They slowly pulled her knees apart and
moisture coated her folds.

The
sheet was pulled away and her breasts were instantly covered with two different
mouths, one soft and gentle, the other hard and demanding. Mason suckled her
flesh tenderly, building a fireball deep in her belly while Sean tugged with
needful pulls at her nipple causing an eruption of pleasure in her womb. Her
muscles contracted as cream flooded her sex.

Their
hands petted over her skin, tracing every soft curve, stimulating every nerve.
Fingers reached for her sex and spread her wide, tracing her dew over her
sensitized flesh. Lips kissed lower and Liberty suddenly found her wrists being
pressed into the mattress beside her hips. Her body quivered as her control was
removed. She wanted to let go.

Their
large bodies skimmed over her petite form, mouths suckling, marking, tongues
licking, blazing a trail of fire in their wake. Her knees were pressed wide and
their mouths retreated from where she desired their kisses most, only to slowly
return again. The fire built in intensity and need. The first lick over her
smooth crease had her arching off the bed.

Hands
tightened on her thighs. Liberty luxuriated in their hold, reveling in the
sensation of being so desired and cherished. Rather than plunging into her
core, two tongues licked at the crease of her folds, crossing and touching in a
French kiss over her sex.

The
hard scrape of their jaws was a perfect contrast to the smooth flesh of her
pussy. She recognized Mason’s touch as he licked over her clit. Sean’s mouth
latched onto her folds and sucked hard. Her thighs were stretched wide to
accommodate both of them and their hair tickled her legs and belly. She lifted
her head to drink in the sight of their two heads at her apex.

Sean’s
hair was coarser than Mason’s, but equally as beautiful. Where Mason’s hair was
black with shards of silvery blue, Sean’s was gold with shocks of wheat and the
rusty amber similar to the belly of a robin. The slow awakening of her body was
mixed with long kisses and detours of pleasure. It was fulfilling seeing Mason
and Sean together without boundaries or fear. Some fundamental wall had come
down over the last few hours. Tears stung her eyes as she contemplated how
lucky they were to have each other and how special their future could be.

Mason
pulled back and Sean filled the space between her legs. His fingers slid easily
into her sex and his mouth latched onto her clit, sucking softly, drawing out
her pleasure rather than rushing it. Such a contrast to the man she’d seen that
afternoon. He was touching her with care, being careful and gentle.

Mason
stretched out beside her and played with her nipples as he kissed her neck. He
watched Sean eat her pussy from his position beside her shoulder as he
whispered in her ear, “Doesn’t our boy have an amazing mouth?”

Our
boy. Warmth spread through her chest at the familiar endearment for Sean. She
smiled and arched her back, pressing farther into Sean’s wicked tongue. Oral
sex was becoming an addiction. “Yes.”

“Do
you want to come, Liberty? I know Sean desperately wants to make you come. He’s
dying to drink you up. Aren’t you, Sean?”

Sean
moaned between her legs in agreement.

“I
think that’s a yes,” Mason said. He pinched Liberty’s nipple and she cried out
at the bite of pleasure-pain that added to her building climax.

Sean’s
tongue began to dart in and out of her channel, fucking her softly with quick
little strokes. His fingers flicked over her clit, rubbing and teasing her
higher and higher until she felt as though she would burst.

“Go
ahead, Liberty. Come. Come all over Sean’s tongue.”

That
was all it took. Mason’s words triggered something inside of her. Her body
seemed to snap and Sean’s tongue pressed deep. His fingers applied pressure to
her clit and her body fluttered and contracted as waves and waves of pleasure
pulsed through her.

“Good
girl,” Mason praised.

Sean
slowly withdrew. He seemed to not want to leave. Mason reached into the drawer
of the nightstand and withdrew the bottle of oil and passed it to Sean. He then
climbed between her legs and took Sean’s place. He lined his cock up with
Liberty’s throbbing sex and stared down at her then leaned in and kissed her
deeply, pouring so much passion and love into the kiss, emotion and gratitude
flooded her.

Sean
kneeled at the foot of the bed behind Mason. Her husband smiled at her and
plunged deep inside her pussy. She moaned and held onto his shoulders as he
began to fuck her. He buried himself as deep as possible, his pelvis kissing
hers and she watched as Sean moved closer.

Mason’s
eyes closed and he breathed in. His chest swelled as he held still. Liberty
knew Sean was readying him. She watched over Mason’s shoulder, holding her
husband close as Sean’s muscles moved and flexed as he pressed his fingers into
Mason. She could tell the moment he withdrew his fingers. Mason’s body released
some of its tension only to tense once more in preparation for Sean’s cock.

As
if needing the support, he leaned into Liberty, sealing their dewy bodies from
breast to thigh. The weight of his body doubled as Sean leaned in and began to
enter him. The sensation of Mason’s cock inside of her, stretching and
twitching, as another man filled his rear was like nothing she could describe.
Her heart was fuller than it had ever been. She felt crushed and pulled, but in
the most delicious way. She wondered what Mason must feel like to be so full
and so stretched over the hot coals of pleasure. She didn’t know how he was
tolerating so much. Just as pain could be good, too much pleasure could
sometimes be torturous.

Mason
breathed hard, his breath panting against her neck. She looked into Sean’s eyes
and gently squeezed her husband’s shoulders to offer her support. Sean stared
down at her. “Do you feel me filling him, Liberty? Can you feel us both
pressing into you?”

She
realized she was breathing hard too. “Yes,” she panted.

He
smiled and then began to move, withdrawing and thrusting back into Mason with
one hard snap of his hips. His movement reverberated through her pussy and she
moaned just as Mason grunted. Mason peeled his body back from hers and kissed
her lips. He seemed more in control now, as if he had just needed a moment to
adjust and breathe it all in. They all started to move.

Mason
withdrew and thrust into her. Each pump of his cock echoed with a grunt as Sean
then thrust forward as well. They developed a rhythm. Back, back, thrust,
thrust, back, back, thrust, thrust. She reveled in the pattern, so familiar to
her self-soothing.

Soon
her hips began to lift in cadence. The pressure built and became addictive, her
greedy sex seeking more and more. The more comfortable they became with the
position the faster they moved, their fluid bodies working into a rhythm of
natural beauty.

Their
skin grew slick and their various cries filled the bedroom. The wet slap of
skin added to the striking cacophony of sound. With each hard flex forward,
Mason’s sac slapped against her bottom and she could feel the impact from
Sean’s body as well.

Faster
and faster, harder and harder, the pleasure grew. Mason suddenly stilled.
Sean’s hands moved over her where she held onto Mason’s hips and he squeezed.
Mason seemed to take something from this unspoken message. He buried himself to
the hilt inside of her and waited once more.

Suddenly
Sean began to pound into Mason, the smack of the flesh hard, partnered with
dueling male cries. Her body moved and slid with the force of Sean’s assault.
Mason dug his fingers into her hip and his cock swelled deep inside of her,
forced almost to the mouth of her womb. Sean shouted, his voice raspy and hard.

She
watched, spellbound, as his shoulders twitched and his body jerked with the
fierceness of his climax. He was filling Mason up with his cum and something
about that erotic thought set something loose inside of her and she instantly
began to come as well, her sex clamping hard on Mason’s cock buried inside of
her.