Breaking Perfect (26 page)

Sean
looked uneasy. “What?”

“You
have an edge, Sean. I remember the way you were as a lover. I know the kind of
things you enjoy and I believe you’re responsible enough to know how to
incorporate certain things into sex without risking anyone’s safety.”

Sean
frowned. “Tell me you aren’t suggesting what I think you are? Mase, how the fuck
is that going to help a girl like Liberty? That could seriously fuck her up! I
mean she’s been through enough.” He began to stand and Mason grabbed his arm.

He
looked up at him in all seriousness. “Wait. Think about it. There is something
about the pain that eases her. When she loses the battle to her OCD she has
incredible guilt. The guilt triggers the need to punish herself. The physical
pain exorcises the emotional pain. I know she has it under control for the most
part, but don’t think I don’t know she sneaks in little ways to hurt herself
here and there. It’s like cutting. It’s all part of the spectrum of self-mutilation
as a form of relief. It’s tied to self-loathing and creates a pain that’s real,
opposed to the ones we can’t see. What if we could give her that relief, but in
a safe and controlled way? What if…if I could do that for her and maybe she
could finally be okay with who she is and stop harming herself.”

Mason’s
voice broke. He hated that there were certain things he couldn’t fix for Liberty.
His teeth ground together as he fought the urge to get in his car, drive to
Florida, and shoot KarLyn in the fucking face. He blinked hard and tried to
center his emotions and cool the rage burning inside of him.

Looking
down, he pleaded, “She isn’t as fragile as she seems. I know I treat her like
glass sometimes, but I’m working on it. I know she’s strong. I don’t want her
to still be battling these demons when she’s thirty or forty years old. We
could help. I know we can and we can do it in a safe way. Do you know what it’s
like to watch someone you love suffer and know that there is nothing you can do
to help? It’s an awful, impotent feeling.
 
I think pushing her, using an edge, erotic intensity, can help her. I
don’t know enough to risk it on my own, but you do.”

Sean
pressed his face into his palms and slid his fingers through his hair, grabbing
a tight fistful of his golden locks. He growled. “I don’t know.”

“Please,”
Mason begged. “For me. For Liberty. Please help me help my wife.”

Sean
sighed. “Okay.”

* * * *

Liberty
awoke to warmth moving over her thigh and down between her legs. She moaned and
stretched as Mason’s lips pressed into the soft curve of her neck. “Good
morning,” he said softly, punctuating his words with a nudge of his hard cock against
her behind.

She
opened her eyes and saw that it was still dark out. Veined shadows touched the
glass windows as tree branches outside segmented moonlight. The low glow of the
bathroom light made it possible to see. Her eyes adjusted to the dark. “What
time is it?”

“Early.”
His fingers traced over her folds and his other hand coasted up to her breasts.
“I’ve decided that if I want to play with my wife in the morning I have to
start waking up earlier. She’s a very busy woman, you know.”

Liberty
giggled and lifted her leg to drape it over his thigh as his fingers delved
deeper into her moistening sex. He bit at her shoulder. “How’s your back?”

“Much
better. The bath really helped I think.”

“Good.”
He gathered her juices on the tips of his fingers and glided his way up to her
clit. The thumb and forefinger of his other hand plucked at her nipples and she
arched in his grip. “We have a busy day today,” he whispered over her flesh.

“We
do?”

“Mm-hm.”
Mason slid his cock under the rosette of her ass and in and out of her folds,
not quite penetrating her, but exciting her all the same. “We’re going to take
a trip into town and then I think we’ll hit the beach for a few hours. I was
thinking rather than cooking tonight, we could order a pizza. Give my little
wife the night off. What do you think about that?”

“Sounds
wonderful,” she sighed.

“I’ll
show you wonderful.” He suddenly flipped her onto her back and fit himself
between her legs. Mason’s mouth crashed down over hers in an impatient and
demanding kiss. Liberty’s shoulders and spine swayed and pressed into the
bedding as she purred into his mouth. “Show me what I want,” he said, voice
firm.

Liberty
raised her arms above her head and locked her fingers together. Mason smiled.
“Beautiful.” He grabbed her hips and yanked her closer to him. Leaning up on
his knees he notched his cock against the mouth of her sex. “I love you.”

Her
heart fluttered and she smiled. “I love you, too.”

Mason
drove into her fast and hard. Liberty moaned and luxuriated in the way he filled
her. The need pouring off of him was so reassuring. He took her as if his
survival depended on it. Relentlessly he pounded into her. The bed rocked hard
against the wall and she cried out with each thrust.

When
something caught Mason’s attention to the left she followed his gaze and sucked
in a breath. Sean was standing in the doorway to their bedroom watching them.
Excitement needled up her spine. She looked up at her husband and a slow,
devious smile crept across his lips.

“We
have an audience,” he said.

Liberty
looked back at Sean. He casually leaned against the jamb of the door, arms
loosely crossed over his bare chest as he made no effort to hide the fact that
he was watching them. He only wore a pair of fitted black briefs and Liberty
could see his huge erection filling the tight front panel of his shorts.

“Eyes
on me, Liberty. When it’s my cock inside you, your eyes remain on me.” At the
sound of Mason’s demanding voice she locked her gaze with his. He was staring
down at her with dark, lust filled eyes. His cock slammed deep inside of her
and she sucked in a breath. He held himself there. “What do you want, Lib?” His
cock prodded, pressing at every angle of her channel. She moaned. “Should I
tell Sean to join us?”

Us.
Liberty suddenly had a vision of Mason and Sean kissing. What would that be
like? Her pussy fluttered and her cream coated Mason’s slick length as it
probed her wakening sex.

“Oh,
I think you like that idea,” he said then requested over his shoulder to Sean.
“Care to join me?” He pushed himself up on his hands, leaving the front of her
more exposed to Sean’s view.

Sean’s
expression was unreadable. He appeared in complete control of himself and it
was a little intimidating. There was no trace of the easygoing guy she’d played
Star Wars with. He slowly walked over to the bed and Liberty finally understood
the meaning of swagger. She watched as he casually reached down and flicked one
of her nipples. Sensation shot from her breast and knotted deliciously in her
belly. The idea that Mason saw Sean’s bold affection only excited her more.

“Are
you enjoying your morning, little Liberty?”

She
grew breathless. “Answer Sean, Liberty,” Mason said as he again pressed deep
into her sex.

“Yes.”

“Good,”
they each said at the same time and Liberty suddenly felt very overwhelmed and
outnumbered.

“Why
don’t you turn her over,” Sean suggested.

“Because
I’m rather enjoying her like this.” Liberty waited as they each seemed to hit a
stalemate. They were both very dominant men. Again she wondered if they were to
kiss and touch, who would come out on top and in control. Those thoughts sent
her sex into a spasm of pulsing excitement around Mason’s cock.

He
looked down at her. “And I think she’s enjoying it as well, aren’t you,
Liberty?”

“Yes,
Mason.”

He
smiled. “I think Sean is feeling left out. Do you think you could help him with
that?”

She
looked up at Sean. When their gazes met his stare burned through her all the
way to her womb. “What do you say, Libby?”

“Okay.”

Sean’s
nostrils flared. He kept his eyes on her as he slid his briefs off of his legs.
One knee at a time, he climbed onto the bed. His thighs were so muscular. She
again was taken aback by the size of him. He was huge
everywhere.

His
large fist stroked his fully erect cock as he settled on his knees beside her
shoulders. His finger reached out and trailed over her flesh from her ear to
her nipple. She shivered and Mason’s grip on her hips tightened. Suddenly
insecure about the situation, she looked at Mason, but he wasn’t watching her.
His lazy gaze was glued to Sean as he slowly fed his wide cock in and out of
her with long languid strokes. Sean, however, was focused on her mouth.

Mason
sat further back and Sean climbed on top of her, settling over her waist. The
added weight made her feel marvelously confined. Sean’s body held her in place
as Mason, now out of her view, continued to fuck her. She was unable to slide
into him with Sean on top of her and it added a whole new layer of emotion to
what was happening. She was being taken. She was surrendering to her husband
and Sean, trusting them to take care of her and see to her pleasure.

Sean
leaned forward. “I want that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock
again.”

Liberty
blushed. Her breasts barely jiggled. Sean’s body pinned her in place, yet,
behind him, her cunt was being fucked hard. Mason was picking up speed. He
seemed to be growing harder inside of her since Sean joined them. She couldn’t
help the small hiccups of pleasure that escaped her throat.

Liberty
licked her lips as Sean leaned forward. A small dewdrop of cum gathered at the
dark tip of his cock and her mouth watered. She extended her neck and licked
the pearl of moisture away. Sean groaned and tipped his head back. He looked
over his shoulder and said, “Does she not have the prettiest mouth you have
ever seen?”

“It’d
be prettier with your cock in it.” Liberty was taken aback by her husband’s
comment. Her mind went somewhere else for a moment, somewhere decadent. She
jolted back to reality when the broad head of Sean’s penis pressed past her
lips. She opened and he forced his way inside.

Her
eyes watered at the first touch to the back of her throat, but once Sean found
his rhythm she adjusted to the intrusion. He pumped quickly in and out and she
realized she really didn’t have to do much. It was a good thing, too, because
having two cocks in her body at once made it awfully difficult to concentrate.
Mason was moving with slow, deep thrusts, while Sean was pumping with rapid
quick dips.

Suddenly
he stilled. She couldn’t see Sean’s face, only the dewy muscles of his abdomen
flexing above her. “Stay there,” she heard Mason command. Liberty waited,
breathing hard through her nose, not knowing what to expect. Suddenly Sean let
out a deep guttural groan and his cock twitched over her tongue. What was
happening? “Now slow,” Mason said and Sean slowly moved in and out of her mouth.

Her
husband was seated deep inside of her, filling her to the hilt, but barely
moving aside for small jolts here and there. Sean’s large body blocked her view
and she was certain she was missing something. It had the same effect as being
blindfolded.

“Fuck,”
Sean grunted as his cock twitched again.

“Liberty,”
Mason said from behind Sean. “Sean is going to come and I want you to swallow
every last drop. Can you do that? If not, he’ll pull out and come on your
tits.”

Liberty’s
heart and mind raced. There was something so incredibly erotic about Mason
being so attuned to not only her, but Sean. Sean was an enormously muscled man,
yet Mason seemed to hold an authority over him she couldn’t fathom. He wouldn’t
have suggested such a thing if he didn’t want it. Liberty had never swallowed cum
before. She hoped it wasn’t like swallowing pills. She knew in that minute she
wanted to try it. She wanted to please them both, but how to tell them?

With
Sean still filling her mouth she moaned. “Is that a yes?” Mason asked. “Turn
your face away from Sean if you don’t think you can handle it.”

She
moved her tongue, creating a tight suctioning grip around Sean’s cock with her
mouth. He groaned and cursed. “I think she’s okay with it, Mase.” He sounded as
if he was struggling to hold off his orgasm.

“Good.
Go deep, Sean.”

Sean
eased himself deep into the back of her throat and his entire body tightened
above her. His cock swelled and pulsed rapidly over her tongue. He cried out,
his voice hoarse and strained, but what he called out in extremis wasn’t about
her. “Fuck, Mase,
fuck
!”

The
first shot of hot cum hit the back of her throat. Her eyes watered and she
focused hard on getting it down. Her throat convulsively swallowed as another
splash hit and slid down her throat. The warm release was gone so fast she
barely tasted it.

Sean
pulled back and quivered. He seemed like he had just gone through the wringer
both emotionally and physically. Lifting his leg over her chest, Mason eased
back and Sean collapsed beside her.

Liberty
frowned. As much as she would have loved to take responsibility for his
blissful state, she didn’t think she could. Even if she had some unknown
natural talent when it came to giving head, she knew she wasn’t that good.

Before
she could contemplate what just happened any farther, Mason began thrusting
into her hard and fast. Now, with her mouth no longer occupied, her chest no
longer constricted by Sean’s weight, she fell back into the moment and sobbed
out her pleasure.

Mason
was like a mad man, pumping into her with such delicious force she could barely
keep up. Something had set him off. Was it her sucking Sean’s dick?

She
was vaguely aware that Sean was still catching his breath and staring at the
ceiling when Mason called out that he was about to come. With one final press
forward, he sunk into her until their pelvises melded together and his grip on
her hips tightened. She hadn’t even realized until that moment that his hands
had been elsewhere for a time. He filled her with heat as his body shook with the
force of his intense orgasm.