Scream For Us (Holiday Masked Men #1)(11)

Placing my hand over Jason’s, I guide him between my legs, hesitating at the buttons of my bodysuit. His groan is deep, sending tingles throughout my body. My mouth falls open in ecstasy as I give in to the incredible sensations of Ghost’s lips trailing up my neck, his warm breath fanning the delicate skin beneath my ear.

Jason kneels on the floor directly in front of me, spreads my legs, and moves me to the edge of the couch. Readjusting his mask to the top of his head, he buries his face between my thighs and takes me into his mouth.

Letting out a soft moan, I’m already so close to getting off from the excitement alone. Ghost holds my throat, tightening his grip, as Jason quickly flicks his tongue against my clit in the most perfect motion and rhythm.

Thrusting his finger inside of me, he flattens his tongue and twirls in precise circles, sending every nerve ending into overdrive. My inner walls tighten, spasming around him, before he adds in another. Fucking me savagely with long, slippery fingers.

“I envy him right now,” Ghost breathes beside my ear, applying more pressure to my throat, making it hard to breathe. “That sweet, little pussy is my favorite meal.”

My climax claims me without warning. Jason sucks my clit, lightly grazing his teeth on my sensitive flesh. Grabbing the back of his head, I pull him closer, grinding myself against his face. He withdraws his fingers from my wetness and wraps his arms under my legs, gripping my thighs.

Pulling me closer, he devours me, making me come so intensely it’s almost painful. Moaning loudly, I squirm against his mouth. Bucking my hips. Arching my back even more. Letting out helpless, little cries of overwhelming pleasure with each passing second.

“Fuck,” Jason grunts, shrugging off his bulky jacket.

He reaches down, lifting me into his arms bridal style. My arms find their way around his neck, and finally, I’m able to see his face. My heart instantly hammers at how drop-dead gorgeous he is. Dark, brown hair, and hazel eyes, with such masculine facial features.

How did I manage to get so lucky tonight?

Pushing a door open with his shoulder, he walks us into a room, pressing my back to the bed. Reaching behind him, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing large tattoos on his arms, chest, and ribs. He crawls onto me, the toned frame of his chest pressed to mine.

And he stares at my mouth. “Do you want to taste yourself?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He stares hungrily into my eyes, and with a quiet groan, he presses his lips to mine. Pushing his tongue into my mouth, forcefully. Greedily. Leaning his forearm beside my head, he reaches down with the other, taking my hand and guiding it to the large, hard bulge beneath his pants.

Pulling down his zipper, my fingers fumble at the button, until he swats me away. Ripping it open impatiently, he pulls his pants down just enough, and his long, thick cock springs free.

Rubbing the smooth, rosy head up and down the wet slit of my sex, his lips leave mine, cascading down my neck. Jason buries himself inside of me with one, long stroke. It takes my breath away, as he stretches me wide, thrusting into my wetness again and again.

My nails dig into his back, as he drives into me hard, increasing his pace. He lifts my leg over his hip, granting him more access. My body accepts him deeper, inch after inch, his engorged cock hitting all the right places.

His breathing becomes labored as he pounds into me, a strangled whimper escaping my wide opened mouth. Grabbing my jaw, he turns my head to the side, where I spot Ghost standing in the doorway.

Staring straight at me. Watching us.

Jason reaches down between my legs, rubbing his thumb over my clit in slow, torturous circles. My legs start shaking, before tightly locking around his waist. Sneaking his arm under my back, he flips us over until I’m straddling him.

Ghost climbs onto the bed behind me, gripping the back of my neck and pushing me forward, lifting my ass higher.

“I want you,” I tell him. “I want you both.”

“I know, baby,” he grunts, lubing my back entrance with cold, gel. “We’ll take care of you. Deep breaths.”

Inhaling a small breath, my eyes close, as I begin to ride Jason. Slow, steady movements, as Ghost eases his fingers into my ass. Stretching me, working me, curling his fingers in just the right spot before removing them altogether.

The tip of his cock circles over my back entrance, while Jason is nuzzled in my cunt. Taking his time, Ghost eases into my ass, and it feels as if I’m being split in half. Inch, by inch, he sinks into me further, until he’s buried to the hilt.

Ghost and Jason both fill me, at once, and I’m already there.

Pressing my face into Jason’s shoulder, he secures his arms around my waist, lifting his hips to pound into me. Ghost sinks into my ass repeatedly, firmly smacking my cheeks with each thrust. I have never felt anything this powerful, and I have never felt so consumed.

My orgasm bursts through me, overtaking my entire body, wave after wave.

“There’s no escape, baby,” Ghost says, slamming into my ass, over and over.

“You fell into our trap,” Jason groans beside my ear, grazing his teeth on my shoulder. “We’re never letting you go.”

“Scream for us,” Ghost commands.

“Oh, yes,” I whimper, convulsing against their solid bodies, screaming. “Oh, God, yes!”

“Your tight little ass feels so good around my cock,” Ghost grunts, plunging deeper.