Page 289 of Rogue Riders Duet

Mason lifts his head, eyes dark with curiosity that makes my heart pound faster. Then he crawls down my body to get a better view.

Luc tilts his head to Mason. “Closer. You think you can see what I’m doing from way over there?”

He hooks his arms under my thighs, pushing them up and apart until every part of me is exposed, and Mason kneels beside him. I squirm instinctively, and heat rushes to my face when my wetness trickles down my slit.

They both watch it with something like rapture on their faces.

“Bottom to top,” Luc instructs, clearing his throat. “Then circle her clit, gentle at first. Watch.” I hold my breath but gasp out his name when he demonstrates the second part. He smirks and looks up at me again, proud of the effect he has. “Fuck, don’t look at me like that, Petite. I’ll come just from this.”

Mason swallows hard when Luc makes room for him, and then mirrors the motion, his tongue moving with more caution. He’s blushing, and I know he sees my blush, too, but it’s so damn good.

“Yeah, stay right there,” Luc murmurs. “Keep circling, don’t rush it. Let her feel it.”

Mason hums in acknowledgment, and the vibration travels straight through my core. I reach without thinking, fingers burying themselves in his thick hair as my hips shift, seeking more. My wrapped fingers are useless, but I don’t even feel them.

He finds a rhythm, and every slow, careful swipe of his tongue makes my body climb higher, and the heat spiral tighter. Just when I think I might lose it, Luc leans in, and suddenly, they’re both on me.

Their cheeks brush as Luc’s tongue glides up the other side of my slit, their heads bowed as they lick me in tandem. Luc moves to focus on my entrance with slow, deliberate pressure while Mason flicks my clit.

It’s too much. It’s not enough. It’s everything.

I almost come from just the sight of them, side by side between my thighs, mouths buried in me, devouring me. My pussy clenches every time Luc’s lips brush the corner of Mason’s jaw as they move, and it’s so filthy, so intimate, it consumes me.

“Holy fuck,” I moan, barely recognizing my own voice.

Mason groans softly and slides his tongue deeper.

Luc murmurs, “That’s it, Pretty Boy. She likes that. Keep going.”

My thighs start to tremble, pleasure crackling under my skin. I grip their hair with all I have, gasping as the world narrows to their mouths, their hands, their heat. And they just keep going, licking and sucking until Luc lifts his head just enough to glance up at me, lips wet. “You going to fall apart for us, bébé?”

I’m already in pieces.

Mason sucks my clit between his teeth, sending lightning through my nerves, and I truly break. My spine arches off the bed, and their names tumble from my lips as pleasure rips through me, wave after relentless wave.

My legs quiver on either side of their shoulders, fingers locked tight in their hair like I’ll drown if I let go, but they don’t stop. Their mouths stay on me, coaxing every last pulse of my orgasm, chasing the aftershocks.

When the stars finally clear and I can open my eyes again, their tongues are softer, slower on me until they meet in the middle.

And then, right there between my legs, just above my swollen, trembling, wet pussy, Luc and Mason start devouring each other.

Mason’s hand grips Luc’s jaw as they kiss, their bodies angled toward each other now, knees pressing together, while their tongues dance.

Then Mason’s fingers wrap around Luc’s cock, and he gives him a long, slow stroke.

I just lie there, staring down as I stroke their hair. The sight of them brings the need right back, and even with my skin still flushed, my nerves still buzzing, I want more of them.

More of this.

More of whatever we’ve just started.

Their kisses soften into something tender, and Luc pulls back and glances at Mason with that ever-present spark of mischief in his eyes. “Mind if I go first?”

Mason releases him and comes to my side, brushing a kiss over my shoulder on the way. Then his fingers trail down my arm before he laces them with mine.

My heart pounds as Luc spreads my thighs wider again. “When you make her come with your tongue first,” he says, glancing from my pussy to Mason. “She’s so wet, you just glide in. Feels good for both of you.”

Then, in one smooth thrust, he’s inside me.