“Like you better fuck me right this second.” I tried to punch his shoulder, but he laughed, caught my hand with his, and pinned it above my head.
“So vicious. Does Mason need to hold you down until you remember your manners?” he asked huskily.
“Fuck manners,” I bit back, trying to provoke him.
He grabbed my free hand and pinned it beside the other, a crooked grin on his face. “Bad girls get punished.”
“Then punish me already,” I breathed as Mason’s hands replaced Kaz’s.
The singer grabbed my hips, tightly this time, and entered me in one smooth thrust.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head, my entire pussy squeezing him for dear life. How could it possibly feel this good?
Kaz picked up his speed, holding my chin with one palm. “I want you to look at me when you come.”
Mason’s grip didn’t waver on my hands. I flicked open my eyelids and stared into Kaz’s green orbs just as the first wave of my orgasm hit.
“Fuck me,” I whimpered, wrapping my legs around him and digging my heels into his muscular thighs. “Don’t stop. Just like that.”
He didn’t stop this time. He kept up that delicious, perfect rhythm, sending waves and waves of magnificent pleasure through my entire body.
“That’s right. Show us how gorgeous you are when you come.”
I writhed on the bed, not bothering to censor any of my moans. At times in the past, with other partners, I’d felt like I was performing in bed—trying to fulfil some idea of what I thought they wanted to see. But here, with Kaz and Mason drinking in my every reaction, I felt no desire to hide behind a mask. I was what I was, and I’d never felt so free.
When the veil of my orgasm receded, I tapped the tops of Mason’s hands with my fingers, and he immediately let go. My brain was flooded with endorphins, and I was still greedy for more. There was so much I wanted from them.
I moved my hands to Kaz’s hips. “What if we try having both of you in me at the same time?” I asked breathlessly, flicking my gaze from one to the other.
Mason ran a hand over his chin as excitement flared in his eyes. “You sure?”
“Yes, but you’ll need to warm me up.” A moment after I said it, fear spiked inside of me. God, this was probably a bad idea. I mean, what if it was too much for them? It was one thing being in bed together, but what I was suggesting was on a whole other level of intimacy. Would they be comfortable with that?
“Hey,” Kaz said, gently pulling out of me. “You okay?” He brushed my hair off my face. “What are you thinking?”
I felt blood rushing to my cheeks. “I just realized it might not be something you’re comfortable with. We should have talked about it before we got started.”
He huffed a silent laugh before turning to look at Mason.
The drummer grinned. “We may have talked about it already.”
I propped myself up on my elbows. “Really?”
“Yeah. About how much we hoped you’d let us have you like that.”
Relief flooded me, followed by a heady wave of arousal. “Do you talk about fucking me a lot when I’m not around?”
Kaz trailed his lips over my chest. “What do you think? It’s quickly becoming our favorite pastime.” He reached for the bottle of lube that had been discarded on the side of the bed and tossed it to Mason. “You up for the challenge?”
Mase caught it. “I’m going to set the bar high for you,” he said. He helped me sit up, then lifted me bodily and placed me on top of Kaz.
“Hi,” Kaz whispered, bringing his hand up to brush the hair out of my face. “Do you know every time you wear your hair in a ponytail, I want to coil it around my hand and fuck you hard against a wall?”
My core clenched, apparently ready for round two. “Last time I wore it that way was at the office.” I helped him roll on another condom, and lowered myself onto him, taking my time with every inch. “You’d be breaking a lot of rules.”
“Fuck the rules.” He let out a soft groan once I finally got all of him in, then pushed his hand into my hair and pulled my lips down to his.
The bed bounced as Mason moved closer and reached out to knead my ass. His ran one slick finger over me before stopping at his destination. I pushed back, showing him I was ready, and he didn’t waste any time before gently entering me. Kaz pressed me closer, kissing me more and more deeply, as if he was trying to kiss some pain away, but it didn’t hurt. All I felt was a building pressure in my core from the excitement of what was to come.
