Page 291 of Rogue Riders Duet

Mason obeys, his fingers gentle but insistent as they find my swollen clit, tracing lazy circles that match his thrusts. Each movement sends waves of pleasure cascading through me, the tension building gradually, deliciously, and my hips buck with his, begging him for more.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I pant, my body trembling with anticipation.

“Just like that,” Luc purrs, sending a shiver down my spine. “Are you ready to let go again, bébé?”

“Yes.” I gasp, utterly desperate. “Please, don’t stop.”

Mason’s movements become more urgent, the snap of his hips getting faster and more intense, while Luc’s voice guides me deeper, his hand firmly holding my trembling body against his.

When I shatter, it’s like the pieces drift apart one at a time, leaving me scattered between them. My moan is trapped between Mason’s lips and mine, and my muscles lock, gripping him tightly as my orgasm surges through me.

“Alaina,” Mason groans reverently, pushing deep one final time as he follows me over the edge. His warmth fills me, stealing my breath away.

So damn good.

We’re still tangled when I finally catch my breath, our bodies slick with sweat, and Mason kisses me again like he’s tasting every second of what just happened.

“Fuck, Bambi.” He breathes against my lips. “That was…”

“Everything,” I finish for him.

“Everything,” he repeats. He cups my cheek, searching my eyes like he’s trying to find proof that this wasn’t a dream.

Luc kisses my temple. “If that wasn’t perfect, I don’t know what is.”

Mason grins at Luc before kissing him softly over my shoulder. His hand trails leisurely down my arm, tracing the lines of my tattoos.

“You didn’t come yet, baby,” Mason murmurs against Luc’s mouth. At his words, my pussy flutters around Mason, and he hisses before pulling out. A shiver ripples through me as his cum slides out of me, dripping slowly down my thighs.

“What do you think, Bambi?” Mason asks, watching his cum spill out of me for another second before looking up at us. “He was such a good boy. Should we return the favor?”

“Yes,” I breathe out.

“Come here,” Mason encourages softly, gently positioning me. He settles me on my knees between Luc’s parted thighs, then leans back casually on his elbows, eyes dark, breathing uneven. Luc’s cock is hard, flushed, and slick at the tip, making my mouth water at the sight alone.

His hips twitch, rising slightly as he notices my focused gaze, a low groan escaping him as he tries and fails to keep still.

“How about you start,” Mason murmurs, voice rich with quiet amusement. “I’ll follow.”

I swallow nervously, eyes still fixed on Luc’s impressive length. “I… I don’t know how.”

Luc’s head falls back with a tortured groan. “Fuck.”

Mason takes Luc’s cock in his hand, steadying it. “Think of it like your favorite lollipop. Don’t use your teeth and take your time. I’ll help.”

Nodding, I lean forward and slowly lick the tip, tasting the salty, intoxicating essence of Luc mixed with sweat and what I tasted on their lips after they licked me. A soft moan slips from me before I carefully take the head into my mouth, savoring the warmth and weight of him.

Mason guides me, his hand sliding smoothly along the shaft, matching my rhythm. My confidence grows with each soft, unfiltered moan Luc gives us, spurring me to take him deeper. I push past the edge of comfort, feeling him press against the back of my throat. A brief gag reflex spurs, making tears prickle at my eyes.

Luc’s hands tenderly cradle my face, pulling me off him, and lifting me to meet his gaze. He kisses the corner of my eye, tasting the single tear that slips down my cheek.

“Bébé,” he whispers affectionately, warmth radiating from his gaze, making me melt all over again. “Don’t choke on my cock, even if it’s hot.”

Mason smoothly takes my place, his lips wrapping effortlessly around Luc, taking him deep without hesitation. Luc’s ragged gasp fills the room as pleasure visibly shudders through him.

“Get back down there, Petite,” Luc commands desperately between pants. “Help him suck me off.”

Mason and I take turns licking, tasting, circling our tongues. I take the head while Mason works the shaft, then we switch, our mouths brushing.