Southern Seduction (77 page)

"Sugar, you came back!"

"Well, I came back for Mason. You just happen to be the spare." I give him a patronizing smile.

"Oh, don't be like that, Lacey. I'm sorry about this morning." He pulls me in close. "I had such high hopes when I saw the way you were looking at him."

"Well he's gorgeous. And currently a hell of a lot nicer to me than you are." I push away from his chest.

"Say you forgive me and I'll spend hours making up for it." He bats his eyelashes at me.

"Oh, lord. You are ridiculous. Does that 'poor, innocent me' thing actually work for you?" I ask as I move past him and into his apartment.

"Sometimes."

"Well, those woman are idiots, but I'm not willing to pass up a night with you two over it. So you can make it up to me by getting me a drink." I barely register the tilt of his lips before he slams them into mine, darting his tongue into my mouth. I don't fight it, even though I should if I want to punish him. What can I say though? Hunter’s mouth is amazing.

I'm lightheaded and lost before I even hear Mason clear his throat behind us. Hunter's hands are traveling down my body and sliding over my exposed skin, rendering me immobile. My arms slide around his neck as I completely forget about Mason for a minute.

"You starting now, or is this a warm-up?" I hear his gruff voice behind me.

Still unwilling to tear my mouth away from Hunter, I reach back and grab Mason’s hand, pulling him against my back. Never releasing his wrist, I pull his hand between me and Hunter to cup my breast.

"Nah, thanks... I'm good," he answers, snatching his hand away and taking a step back.

"Ignore him," Hunter mumbles against my lips. "Just give him a few minutes. He’ll come around." I try to pull away to give him a questioning look but he holds me tight. "Pretend it's just you and me for a few minutes. He’ll join in when he's ready."

I'm fully aware that Mason is standing only a foot away, but Hunter openly talks about him like he isn't even in the room. Mason never once interjects though. He slowly moves away and leans against the wall. The Mason who picked me up at the club was strong and confident. This new guy is quiet and reserved but no less beautiful.

I turn Hunter around, careful not to break the kiss, so I have Mason in my direct line of sight. My mouth might be attached to Hunter, but my eyes are locked on Mason. He stands quietly with his arms dangling at this side. I can see the storm brewing in his eyes, and I recognize it because it's the same one I feel almost daily. It’s some sort of internal battle that is troubling him. I’ll never know what, because if I ever got up the nerve to ask, I’d have to expose myself as well.

I’m standing in the middle of Hunter’s living room while his hands are gliding over my body, yet I’m focused on the surprisingly shy man standing in the corner. He said that he liked to watch, but the emotion that is displayed on his face right now is not at all one of enjoyment. Insecurity emanates from his body. Usually, the voyeur thing doesn't work for me, but as I see his blue eyes slide down my body, I realize nothing has ever worked more. Mason Wynn works for me.

Hunter moves his mouth down my neck and a few moans escape my throat, but short of blinking, I never tear my eyes away from the real object of my desire. I wait for him to be ready. Just as Hunter pushes a hand under my skirt, Mason comes unglued from the wall and quickly moves around to my back. One hand slides over my shoulder and down into my bra while the other slides under my skirt, teasing the sensitive flesh of my ass. It's so quick and unexpected that it causes me to shudder. Mason has gone from a wallflower to a commanding participant. He latches on to my exposed shoulder, gently stroking it with his tongue as I melt back into his arms. Hunter begins to kiss me again as Mason undresses me.

The sensations that are coursing through my body are unlike any I have ever felt. Sure, I've been with two men before, but the heat and lust I feel now are on a whole new level, even for me. I’m not shy, but it’s always intimidating to stand exposed, especially when I’m standing in front of two men as gorgeous as Hunter and Mason. But I don’t feel exposed this time. I feel desired.

Mason’s breath is hot on my neck, and his kisses are wet as he trails them over my skin. A slight shiver runs through my body. Hunter stares for a minute before hooking his fingers in my thong and pulling it to my feet. I slowly step out of it and kick it to the side. He immediately drops to his knees, kissing up the inside of my thighs.

“There she is,” he sighs as his fingers find my clit.

Mason’s rough hands find their way to my breasts. He cups them with both hands and latches on to my shoulder. Grazing his teeth over my sensitive skin, he pulls the straps of my bra down with his mouth. I reach behind myself with shaky fingers and flick open the clasp. My bra slides to the floor and Mason’s hands begin rolling my erect nipples between his callused fingers. Hunter finally thrusts a finger inside and it rocks me back into Mason’s hard body. He continues the motion with his hands while he sucks on my swollen clit. A moan escapes from my throat as both men overload my senses. I can already tell by the fire spreading in my belly that this isn't going to take long.

Pulling the lobe between his teeth, Mason tugs and licks at my ear. His hands continue the alternating between tugging my nipples and massaging my breasts. The mix of his hot breath on my neck and Hunter between my legs has me wildly searching for something to hold on to as I cry out. One hand finds its way into Hunter’s hair and the other snakes behind, taking hold of Mason’s ass. I need an anchor to keep me from falling when my legs buckle from my impending orgasm. One last rough twist of my nipple and stroke on my clit, I find my release.

I stare as Hunter stands and makes a show of licking his fingers. Hunter may like to be the center of attention as he smirks over at us, but this isn’t all about him. Mason begins to tense, so I focus my attention on him. Leaning back, my lips find his jaw. I press a kiss, letting it linger a little longer than necessary, giving a silent message to everyone in the room. This is about me. I decide what and who I want. Mason catches the message and relaxes slightly behind me. However, Hunter goes for the challenge. He drops his jeans and rips his shirt over his head. This man has no shame, that’s for sure.

“You ready for more, Lacey?”

“Well, it definitely looks like
you
are.” I glance down at his hard and ready cock. The raw sex in his eyes makes me feel like I’m his next meal.

“So don’t keep me waiting. Get over here.” He smiles, reaching to pull me towards him, but I turn in Mason’s arms, shutting Hunter out for a minute.

I look up into Mason’s hard eyes and slowly undo the button of his jeans. I squat down, sliding them along with his boxers to the floor. He lifts his feet and steps out of his pants. Looking up, I can see that Mason has closed his eyes, so I begin to rise, gliding my hands up his strong legs as I stand. I continue my path up his lean, tight body. Pushing my hands under his shirt, I pull it over his head and throw it somewhere in the room.

His chest is defined and sexy as hell. His body isn’t hard from the gym like Hunter’s. Mason is hard from manual labor. Muscles I never knew existed cover his shoulders and back. I can’t help letting my hands explore as I press a kiss to his left peck. His eyes fly open, landing directly on mine. My heart hammers in my chest, terrified that he will turn me away. Rejection doesn’t usually worry me like this, but for some unexplainable reason, I’ve never wanted anything more than I do Mason Wynn. I can feel his cock hardening between us, so I accept that as his sign of approval.

I turn around to face Hunter again and meet his hooded eyes. I know he’s watching the exchange between me and Mason. The
watched
becoming the
watcher
. It appears he is more than ready to see what will happen next, but I cut him off. Stepping closer to Hunter, I place a hand to his chest and give him slight shove. It wasn’t hard, but he plays along and falls onto the bed with a grunt. I climb on top, straddling his thighs. Mason is still standing where I left him, but his are eyes glued to me. Watching, always watching. I can feel them burning into my skin.

Bending down, I press my mouth to Hunter’s with a rough kiss, and his hands slide up my body. Kissing down his chest and stomach, I spread his legs and kneel in between them. Just as I descend on Hunter’s hard cock, I hear Mason moving to get a better view. He sinks into the chair next to the bed and begins to palm his own erection, readying himself for a show.

Hunter is big, but he pales in comparison. Mason’s dick is huge. His cock is hard, the tip purple. A bead of come sits at the tip. I slide around to Hunter’s side, turning my body more to face Mason. He isn’t the only one who wants to watch tonight.

“No touching my head,” I command, reminding Hunter of my rules.

“I got it,” he confirms.

Peeking through my lashes, my eyes lock on the man across the room. I slide my tongue up Hunter’s hard shaft and his cock jumps at my touch. Once he’s wet, I wrap my lips around him and take him all the way to the back of my throat. My eyes focus on Mason’s while I suck and lick on Hunter’s stiff cock. I know Mason is turned on. His chest heaves and his fingers twitch as he strokes himself at the same pace I work Hunter. My pussy is so wet I can feel the juices on my thigh. With his muscles straining and hips bucking, Hunter moans that he’s close. Never breaking the connection with Mason, I hum as Hunter shoots his come down the back of my throat. Swallowing it all, I pull my mouth off his cock and lick my lips.

The bed shifts as Hunter props up on his elbows, looking at me with a grin. “Jesus, Lacey, your mouth never disappoints, does it?

“I guess it depends on who you ask.”

He reaches forward, pulling me against his body and placing a hard kiss to my lips. ”Right now, I’m the only opinion that matters, and I say that was phenomenal.

“What about Mason? I’d say his opinion matters as well.” I move off Hunter and towards the chair—and man—in the corner.

I’m sated and happy, but I have one goal in mind. As I walk slowly towards Mason, who is still sitting in the chair and holding his massive dick, my heart is beating a thousand times a minute. Why this mystery man makes me nervous, I’ll never know.

I lean forward to finally kiss his lips, but he turns his head and my mouth lands on his cheek. Confusion rushes over me at his rejection. Maybe I read this all wrong. Maybe he doesn't want me like I want him. Well, fuck that! I grab his hand, pulling him out of the chair, then turn and push him back towards the bed. He doesn’t give in to my push like Hunter. Instead, he calmly sits on the edge with his feet still resting on the floor. Hunter stands from the bed and heads toward the chair, effectively swapping places.

I straddle Mason’s legs and once again push a hand against his chest. Despite his earlier defiance, his top half falls to the bed. Mason’s eyes flash a strange expression. Desire? Lust? Shame? Just like the man, it’s unreadable. He adjusts on the bed to make himself more comfortable. With his feet still touching the floor, he reaches down, stroking his thick cock. I take that as my cue. Sliding up his body, I pay careful attention to rub my body over his length. His head falls back and his eyes close. The rumble of his deep growl vibrates throughout my body.

Pressing my lips to his ear, I utter three simple words. "Eyes on me!" His eyes immediately fly open at my command.

I snap over at Hunter, and just like a well-trained assistant, he hands over a condom. I make quick work of rolling it down Mason’s length. His eyes never stray from mine. Unable to restrain myself any longer, I reach between us and slide onto his cock. He's so big that it takes a minute to adjust to his size, but the minute our gazes lock, I place my hands on his chest and start to move.

His heart is pounding under my hand as his now midnight blue eyes strip away any defense I ever thought to build. This feeling inside my chest is heavy, but as I ride a smooth rhythm over Mason, the world falls away. Gone is Hunter, although I know he is still in the room. With Hunter there is lust and the sex is just sex. But the eyes staring updown at me, penetrating me even deeper than his cock, are so much more. I don’t understand why it feels like more, but it absolutely is. These emotions coupled with his intense stare and perfect rhythm bring my orgasm blazing to life. I whisper his name as I come with him still pumping inside me.

When I come down from my high, there is a small smile tugging the corner of Mason’s lips. I offer him an insecure grin and shyly look away. Even though he has no idea what I was just thinking, it embarrasses me that I had those thoughts about a man I know nothing about. His hand cups my cheek, forcing me to look back at him. And just when I feel the connection return, a warm of a body touches me from behind.

“That was fucking hot, Lacey. But not as hot as it will be when I get back inside you,” Hunter says, stepping up to the bed.

I’m still firmly seated on Mason’s dick, but Hunter begins kissing my neck and massaging my breasts. And just like that, the spell is broken and the moment we shared is gone. Mason’s smile falls and his mask is replaced once again. I shiver as the cold wetness of lube drips down my ass crack.