Come Out Swinging (Reach for the Moon Book 2), Sam Hall [leveled readers .TXT] 📗

a neon halo, the bright lights casting rainbow shadows into his black locks.

“I’ve thought so often about being here with you,” Mason said. “Of having you naked before me, of what I would do if you were.” His hands went to my ankles, hoisting them up and placing a gentle kiss to the inside of one of them. One hand slid up, pressing my thighs wide so I was split open for him. “It’s hard to decide which fantasy to follow.”

“No, it’s not.” I looked to see Aidan’s smile, his eyes taking in everything. “What’ll make her come hardest? What’ll make her scream like a little girl, with breathy little moans that turn your cock to stone?” His hand slid slowly down my torso before diving between my legs, fingers spreading my pussy wide, and a little groan escaped him when he felt how wet I was already. “You can’t work out what to do first because she’s accepted you, so you’ll have your whole damn life to tease her and taste her and fuck her until she cries out your name in one long sob. Me?” My body jerked as his middle finger slid over the hood of my clit, just once. “I might never get this opportunity again, so if you need some time to make your mind up…?”

Mason’s eyes flicked up, a low growl forming in his chest, his body moving protectively over mine.

“Then it’s time to dive in, mate.” Aidan’s voice was challenging and empathetic and a little bit sad, but his mouth dropped down on mine as Mason’s went to my thighs, prickling the soft skin with his stubble. Them, the drinks, this whole crazy situation created a wave of sensation that rose and rose, then crashed over me, sweeping me up in its tide.

“Fuck…” I moaned, my lips open and panting, my eyes staring without seeing. My back arched, twitching, tightening, then collapsing, then tightening again. Mason had kissed his way up my thigh and down the other, making my cunt burn for attention. I cried out, begged between the long, wet kisses Aidan bestowed upon me, fought to gasp out what I wanted between sucking on the other man’s tongue.

And I begged Aidan too. His fingers moved slowly, so slowly, like he’d memorise every square inch of my skin, storing the information away for later. He clawed at me, raking his fingers up my ribs, then softening to cup my breasts, just holding them in his hands for a few seconds with a kind of reverence I’d never expected. I opened my eyes, meeting his that burned so fiercely right now, boring into mine. I could see it, everything he was holding back, waiting almost for Mason’s lead, then his eyes softened when Mase covered my cunt with his mouth, parting me with his tongue. He watched my lips fall open, he watched me struggle to contain my moans, he watched me come apart under those initially gentle licks. He smiled as he watched me squirm, watched pleasure wash over me before deciding he needed to add to it. He surged forward, pinching down on one nipple before sucking the other into the hot velvet of his mouth.

“Fuck… Fuck!”

They were tearing me down, the two of them, taking away all my worries, thoughts, and concerns, until there was only this—pleasure. What they did and what I needed to think about couldn’t coexist in the same body, so bliss won. I thrashed on the bed, or I tried to, Mason’s hands pinning my hips to the bed, Aidan holding my shoulders, so that every movement was an abbreviated, truncated thing until I finally collapsed and dove into sensation.

Mason’s thumbs pressing into the flesh of my inner thighs. The rasp of his stubble, his slick, mobile tongue, spearing through me and leaving a burning trail behind. That flicker of the hard point, battering my clit in rapid succession, provoking a heavy bloom of pleasure. His fingers sliding through my folds, then circling, then pushing in, while I fought his grip, wanting to push down upon them, wedge him inside me quicker.

“You needing?” he asked me in a low growl, placing a kiss on my thigh when all I could do was make inarticulate grumbles. “Do you need me, Paige?”

“Yes!” That came out without a thought, which provoked a chorus of them. “Yes, yes, yessss….” My voice became a long drawn-out hiss that transformed into a moan as he wedged several fingers inside me, giving me the stretch I needed.

“Do you need me?”

He asked the same question but for a whole other reason, and Aidan pulled back, stroking my hair, the requirement of an answer hanging heavily in the air.

“C’mon, Paige,” Aidan prompted, his voice soft, reassuring. It was like somehow he knew, about the dynamic between us, about the way things were between Mason and me, about everything. “Tell him.”

My eyes slid down, met my lover’s in the brightly coloured darkness, saw his glowing alien and beautiful in the dark. How the fuck did I put it in words? Mason was oxygen, something my body ached for, needed wrapped around it for every moment of the day, needed deep inside me. I tried to claw him up, but he shook his head, still playing lightly with my pussy, his fingers covered in my slick, but he wasn’t going to move an inch without it.

“I…” This felt like jumping off a fucking cliff into certain doom below. This felt like a betrayal of all my pain, the letting go of a knife I’d kept plunged into my heart for five years. “I…” But he needed it, I could see that. He needed me, he needed my heart, he needed my words.

“I will always need you, Mason Klein. Every day that I draw breath, I need you with me. By my side, touching me, looking out for me, caring for me as I have always longed to do for you. I built a whole fucking world in