Page 292 of Breathe Like Hell

It took my breath away.

I wasn’t unconfident with my oral sex skills, but watching them together was…

Mason sucked him deep straight away, reaching up to massage his balls, his middle finger pressing farther back beneath them.

My breathing worsened, ribs stuttering as I watched.

The fact that he was doing this in front of me had to be a good sign, right? And the fact that Micah was allowing it…

Micah’s hand was still wound in my hair, and he rested his other hand on the back of Mason’s head, his hips twitching and subtly thrusting up into Mason’s open mouth.

“Do you like watching him, baby girl?” Micah asked me, but I literally could not answer him. The throb between my legs had intensified near to the point of being unbearable, my clit achingly swollen and everything hot. “You’re allowed to say yes.”

I nodded.

Micah’s distant words echoed in my head.

I’ve lied to you a lot more than you’ve lied to me.

I could still remember how it felt to stand in the mirror like that, with Micah’s hands possessing my body and his angry voice so cold and close to my ear, his threats like promises scattering goosebumps across my skin. If only I’d known at the time he’d been lying about this relationship which spanned more than half his life, and more than double mine. A relationship with the other nightmare man I’d become hopelessly entangled with.

I didn’t know—even now—how long they’d been hooking up again behind my back, but I had a very strong suspicion it happened the night Aamon looked into my trailer. That was when everything changed.

Micah groaned as Mason sucked him harder, taking his whole cock in his mouth, veins standing out along the strong column of Micah’s throat.

This is what they were doing.

This is what they did for fifty years together.

And I want this forever with both of them. So badly.

My naked tits rose and fell rapidly with my breath, nipples tight. The magnetism between them had always been there, a corrosive pull, a dark force in the air, twisting familiar violence into their words. But seeing the magnetism be surrendered to was otherworldly.

I couldn’t explain it, but the air around them had changed.

Molecules rearranged, realigned.

This was the first time they’d been together in this way since Micah’s death. It had to be. And I got to be here witnessing them fall into this achingly-familiar routine.

I whimpered when Mason grabbed my waist, pulling me even closer to his body, nudging me in the direction of the filthy blowjob he was giving.

With each hungry movement of his mouth, all three of us lowered our inhibitions further. I couldn’t help the pathetic gasps and whines escaping me, nor the unconscious swiveling of my hips and squeezing of my thighs as I sought something to grind against.

I stared mindlessly up at Micah sitting on his throne, knees angled out wide, wings splayed massively to either side of him, dark like a night without any stars. A king of breathless shadows, ruling over both people kneeling at his feet.

His sinful eyes were shadowed, easily piercing right through me.

“Join him,” he commanded, his mouth lifting with satisfaction as I readily moved to obey.

Mason grabbed my chin, sliding his mouth off Micah’s cock and kissing me sloppily, desperate pleas coating my tongue.

He then broke our kiss to slide his wet lips along one side of Micah’s dick, obviously insinuating I do the same. My cheeks were on fire, my pulse pounding hard in every inch of my body. I skimmed my mouth from base to tip, my tongue skating over every vein, every thick inch of his hard shaft, getting it slick.

And then I was kissing Mason again, this time with Micah’s swollen cock between us, tongues gliding over him to reach each other, our lips pressed to his hot skin.

“Spit on it,” Mason said as he wrapped his hand around Micah.

I turned my head to spit, Mason jerking him in full strokes.