Liability (Suncoast Society #33)(39)

Then he felt Cole’s right hand, fingers trailing down his ass, coming to rest on the back of his left thigh.

Mason closed his eyes to hold back and not explode. Cole leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Fuck her good. I love watching your ass like that.”

Mason finally opened his eyes again and turned his head to meet Cole’s gaze. With his cock deep inside Kim, Mason paused what he was doing and reached over, cupping his hand around the back of Cole’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss. He f*cked the other man’s mouth with his tongue, Mason’s cock throbbing as Cole just as eagerly tongue-f*cked him back.

Mason couldn’t start moving again at first, but when he did, he kept his forehead pressed against Cole’s, his hand around the back of the other man’s neck as he stared into his eyes.

“Fuck her hard, Mase,” Cole encouraged. “She likes that. Make our pet scream.”

Our pet.

Mason had to let go of Cole and grabbed both her hips again, now slamming his cock into her ass, flesh slapping against flesh, her moans ratcheting up around the ball gag, her body now contracting even harder around him and the vibrating egg.

Cole’s hand disappeared from Mason’s thigh and reappeared behind Mason’s neck, this time Cole kissing him, tongue-f*cking his mouth in time with Mason’s strokes as he f*cked Kim.

Then Mason felt it, his climax erupting from deep inside his balls, harder and more explosive than any he’d had in…a while. A long while. He slammed home one last time, Cole swallowing his satisfied groan even as Mason held still inside her while his cock pulsed and filled the condom.

Then, his cock still inside her, he leaned over, grabbed Cole’s hips, and engulfed the man’s cock with his mouth, sucking hard.

Cole let out a deep, needy groan and grabbed hold of the back of Mason’s head with both hands, his fingers digging into Mason’s scalp. A rumbling, satisfied noise escaped Cole as Mason deep-throated him and then Mason tasted the man’s cum, swallowing it, loving the way Cole bucked his hips against his face to milk every last drop out.

And then it was like the universe contracted until it was just the two of them there, still, while Kim trembled and moaned beneath him with the vibrating egg inside her forcing her body to do things she’d never dreamed it could.

Without relinquishing Cole’s cock, Mason blindly groped around on the bed for the remote and switched the egg off. Kim let out a noise that was a cross between relief and disappointment before she seemingly melted into the bed.

Mason finally released Cole’s softening cock and straightened, now wrapping both arms around Cole and kissing him again. Exploring, this time. Slow and easy but definitely not gentle. Cole’s arms engulfed him and the man wasn’t shy about pressing his body along Mason’s side.

When Cole came up for air, he whispered, “I hope that’s what your ass looks like when you’re f*cking my ass. That was hot as hell.”

Impossibly, Mason felt his own cock stir inside Kim’s ass. Something about the two of them did something to his libido, jump-starting it.

“I start f*cking your ass, I might not want to stop,” Mason warned.

Cole grinned, those blue eyes of his unhinging something inside Mason. “Who says I’d want you to stop?”





Cole hadn’t been certain, at first, how he’d react to seeing Mason f*cking Kim. He knew he was secure in his love for her, and secure about her feelings for him, and knew that what she felt for Mason might be strong, but different. And what Mason felt and did for her were things Cole just couldn’t give her.

What he hadn’t expected was the initial wave of jealousy when he watched Mason’s cock slowly slide into her ass.

Not because Mason was f*cking her.

But because Mason wasn’t f*cking him. And because he wasn’t f*cking Mason.

Oh. Wow.

That’s when Cole knew whatever he had to do to make this work between the three of them, he had to do it. To keep this going.

As Cole had started stroking his cock while he watched them, everything slipped into place for him, why he’d found it so easy to talk to Mason all this time, to watch him with Kim.

Because he’d found a guy he was definitely attracted to. A guy for whom he wanted to blow past that line in the sand with and for.

Not that he loved Kim any less or found her any less attractive. But if he could have Kim and Mason?

That was utter perfection.

Kim was pretty much asleep as the men worked together to get her all the way up on the bed, her restraints unfastened, and cleaned her up with a warm, wet washcloth. Cole fished the egg out of her and they took everything into the bathroom.

Cole reached into the shower and started it, catching Mason’s hand and pulling him in with him.

“My turn now,” he said, pulling Mason into his arms and kissing him.

Mason quickly took charge of the kiss and him, stepping forward to press Cole back against the tile wall, both their cocks inflating between them.

“You’re not a sub or a masochist,” Mason finally said when he came up for air. “What do you want from me, exactly? Or are you feeling subby now?”

“This. You. Can you be her Master and sadist and my regular boyfriend at the same time?”

“Master?”

“Master.”

Mason’s hazel gaze studied him for a long time, and Cole was almost afraid he’d crossed a bad line he hadn’t known was there.