Page 290 of Rogue Riders Duet

That deep, slow stretch fills me completely, pulling a raw moan from deep within my chest without warning. My head falls back, breath hitching sharply before I let it out in a cry. Mason tightens his grip reassuringly on my hand, anchoring me, while Luc groans in ecstasy. Luc captures my lips in a fierce kiss before trailing his mouth downward, along my throat, across my collarbone, nipping just enough to ignite a delicious sting.

He rears up and pumps his hips slowly, his eyes closed in pleasure. Then he looks at Mason. “I don’t think I have to explain the actual fucking part?”

Mason rolls his eyes at Luc. “I think I know the mechanics.”

“What do you say, Petite?” Luc asks huskily, punctuating his words with a deep thrust. “I’ll fuck you just a little longer, then Mason gets his turn.”

Holy shit. Why is the thought of them taking turns with me so hot?

“First time raw in this perfect…” thrust, “… little…” thrust, “… chatte?” Luc cups my cheek. “Merde, I might lose my mind.”

He picks up his pace, driving deep, and it feels so damn good. I’m full, stretched, his thrusts rubbing against places that make my legs shake and sparks dance in my vision. Then his hand slides up my chest and finds my nipple, teasing it while he fucks me, and I can’t do anything but take it, moaning, letting him push me closer again. I feel Mason watching, and I want him to watch every hot stroke Luc gives me, every sound I make.

Just the idea of Mason watching has me gushing, and when I look at him, I clench around Luc, who curses in French.

It turns out I like being watched while getting fucked.

But only by them. Only ever by them.

And maybe, maybe Finn.

Imagining Finn standing somewhere next to the bed, watching what Mason and Luc are doing to me is so wrong, but at the same time, so hot.

I clench again, and Luc huffs a startled laugh that turns into a groan.

“Putain.” He pulls out abruptly, leaving me empty. “You squeeze me like that again, and I’ll come, and I’m not filling you up today.” He moves so his back is against the headboard and pulls me down to lie on his chest. “I want Mason to feel how wet you are without my cum inside you. This time.” His fingers circle my nipples as he whispers in my ear, “You want him, too, don’t you? Want Mason to fuck this tight little chatte raw? Stretch you deep and fill you with that pretty cock of his?”

God, his filthy fucking mouth.

“Yes,” I whimper as I reach for Mason. “Please, Mason.”

“Please what, Mason?” I can feel Luc’s grin against my neck. “You know he needs to hear it.”

I swallow, not breaking eye contact with Mason, who looks like he’s about to snap. “Please fuck me.”

Luc kisses the top of my spine and pinches my nipples. “Good girl.”

Mason kneels between my thighs and drags his cock through the mess he helped Luc make. “You sure?” he grits out as his hips rock into me, his insecurity holding him back.

It’s enough to center me through the haze. I reach up, cup the back of his neck, and guide him down to me until our lips meet.

“I’m very sure,” I say into the space between us. “You have my enthusiastic consent to fuck me, Mason.”

His exhale is audible, relief flooding his features as he nods, pressing a grateful kiss to my mouth. “Thank you.”

He straightens back up, and with his eyes locked on our bodies and one decisive movement, he pushes into me. My fingers dig into Luc’s arms where they’re wrapped tightly around me as my whole body arches to meet Mason’s, a broken gasp tearing from my throat. Luc holds me steady as Mason sinks even deeper.

“Bloody hell.”

“Feels amazing, doesn’t it, Pretty Boy? She’s tight, wet, warm. Parfaite.”

Mason stays as far inside me as he can be, then leans forward again so his lips hover over mine, breath brushing against me in shaky waves.

“Alaina,” he murmurs, and my heart clenches at the way he says my name.

I kiss him, clumsy and breathless, but overflowing with feeling. When he finally starts to move, I move with him. The rhythm we find is slow, each thrust deliberate, every motion perfect, taking me closer to the edge.

“You can feel her squeezing you, right? That’s how you can tell she likes it.” Luc’s hand splays possessively across my stomach while his other travels upward, stroking slow circles around my nipple. “Try fucking her hard when she’s trembling. She’ll squeeze you even harder, it’s adorable.” He nuzzles the spot behind my ear, his breath warm and intoxicating against my skin. “Touch her clit, Mase. Make her fall apart again, nice and slow.”