Breaking Perfect (27 page)

When
Mason finished coming he fell to her side. Sean remained on the other side of
her. Sean kissed one side of her neck while Mason kissed the other and, again,
she wished they would meet in the middle and kiss each other. Mason’s body
pulled from hers with a slick tug and before she could lament his withdrawal
she felt fingers playing at her clit. It took her a moment to discern whose
hand it was. Sean. It was Sean’s fingers touching her there.

She
wondered if he was aware that Mason didn’t use condoms and his juices were now
mixed with her own. Before she could say something Sean moved and said, “Did
you think we would just take our own pleasure and not see to yours?” Quickly
angling toward the bottom of the bed, his mouth fastened over her sex and she
screamed. He was drinking in both of them and it was so erotic she was
overwhelmed.

“Shh,”
Mason said as he kissed her. It was too much. Mason cupped her face as he
whispered against her mouth. “It’s okay. Let Sean take care of you. I want him
to.”

She
tried to relax, but her senses were being assaulted from so many angles she
couldn’t control herself. An abyss of pleasure swirled around her, threatening
to swallow her whole. She turned her face from Mason and broke the kiss, but he
only pulled her mouth back to his.

“Tell
me what his mouth feels like, Liberty. Is he licking you long and hard or
sucking on your tight little clit?”

She
whimpered. “Sucking…he’s sucking me.”

“And
is he touching you anywhere else?”

Just
then Sean’s large finger pressed past her swollen folds and filled her sex.
“Yes!”

“He
has such big hands, doesn’t he? Almost as big as his cock.”

Liberty’s
sex muddled mind tried to tell her something, but the thought fluttered away
like a feather on a lost breeze. She moaned and Mason’s fingers began to cup
and pull at her breasts.

“How
would you like to feel that big cock inside of you?”

She
was going to come. She opened her mouth to answer, but only sobbed incoherent
cries as Sean brought her to an intense, rapid orgasm. As the waves subsided,
Sean continued to lick and kiss at her flesh. The sharp pinch of his teeth on
the soft flesh of her thigh made her jerk and shiver. Sean eased away and the
mattress dipped with the loss of his weight. Mason held her as she came down
from her incredible orgasm. She looked for Sean, but Mason stilled her. “Shh,
he’ll be right back.”

She
relaxed in Mason’s hold as he caressed and kissed her softly. When he looked toward
the door she sensed Sean’s return. “Ready?” he asked. She looked to Sean and he
nodded.

Mason
shifted positions on the bed so that he was sitting up with his back to the
headboard, cushioned by the pillows. He pulled Liberty into the V of his thighs
so that her back pressed against his front. Sean stood at the foot of the bed
and gazed at her as he rolled on a condom. Liberty’s heart raced. She wanted
him. Mason, for some reason wanted her to want him. It was all so confusing,
but she was too tempted to think of reasons why she shouldn’t allow this to
happen.

Mason
slid his hands under her legs and grabbed onto the underside of her thighs. Her
knees bent and he pulled them apart, baring her to Sean. Without asking, Sean
climbed onto the bed and settled on top of her. He gently ran the backs of his
knuckles down her cheek and smiled softly. “I’ll try to be gentle, Libby.”

She
nodded.

The
feel of another man’s penis touching her there was jarring. Mason kissed her
neck and whispered words of assurance while telling her how happy she made him
and how beautiful she was. The heat of Sean’s cock seared her slit. Sean’s palm
pressed into the mattress next to her hip as he breached her tight folds and
probed her wet opening.

He
held himself there for a moment. The surreal awareness of having another man
inside of her most intimate places was too much for her mind to grasp in that
moment. He looked into her eyes, making her quite aware that it was not her
husband filling her, and thrust himself deep.

Liberty
couldn’t stifle the gasp that burned through her lungs. Sean was much longer
than Mason. He touched on nerves that weren’t used to being reached. Although
Mason was wider, Sean was practically in her womb. He adjusted his position and
suddenly it felt as though the head of his cock was kissing her G-spot.

He
seemed to be completely aware of where he was inside of her and what he was
doing to her. He looked into her eyes as the side of his mouth kicked up in a
self-satisfied smirk. He rotated his hips and she moaned as the wiry hair at
the root of his cock abraded her swollen clit.

Mason’s
mouth nipped at her neck. His breath filled her ear sending shivers down her
spine. “He’s big, isn’t he, Liberty? Is he filling you up? Can you feel him
sinking deep inside of you where all those exciting nerves are?”

It
boggled her mind that Mason could so easily talk about another man’s penis,
especially while inside of her, but at the same time, every word he said drove
her arousal up another notch. She moaned her agreement, incapable of forming
words while her senses were under such an all-encompassing attack of pleasure.

Sean
fit his arms under her knees and Mason released her legs and moved his hands up
to her breasts. She was scooted lower as Sean positioned her calves on his
shoulders. Her body folded and Mason’s hand slid down to her sex. Her heart
thundered in her chest the closer her husband’s hand drew to Sean’s cock seated
inside of her, but he didn’t touch the other man.

Instead,
he found her clit. Just as he started to rub the tight bud, Sean pressed in
deeper and rapture surged from both the inside and outside of her sex. The
pressure escalated and she fought back the pleasure. Her body pulled tighter
than it ever had. She jerked and thrashed in Mason’s hold.

“Hold
her still,” Sean gritted out and Mason’s arm banded over her chest, trapping
her arms.

“It’s
too much!” she cried, torn between the comforting feeling of being held and
possessed by two men and a feeling of shame and helplessness. Sean gave a
tight, hard thrust into her, tapping her G-spot again and cutting off her words.

“Give
into it, baby,” Mason soothed by her ear as he gently rubbed her clit. “Let it
wash over you. Nothing will happen if you surrender to it. I’ve got you. I’m
here. I want you to let go. No one will hold it against you for taking what you
deserve.”

She
breathed hard through her nose and shut her eyes. Everything felt different.
There was so much intensity coming from every angle she wasn’t sure what was
happening, if what she was feeling was normal.

“Do
you like my cock deep in your pussy, Libby?”

She
looked up at Sean and tried to concentrate. She nodded.

“And
you liked it in your mouth too, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”
She couldn’t decide if she needed to burst into orgasm or burst into tears.
Whatever they were doing to her was overwhelming every nerve of her body. Her
bladder felt too full, as if she would suddenly lose control of herself. She
fought to hold onto that thread, that last bit of control she simply couldn’t
surrender for fear of becoming all the horrid things her mother accused her of
being.

“Do
you trust me, Libby?” Sean asked. “Do you trust me to never hurt or humiliate
you? To know what’ll bring you pleasure. Do you trust not just Mason, but me to
possess you in ways you never imagined possible?”

She
squeezed her eyes tight. He was demanding too much. They both were. She began
to panic. Pleasure intensified until it bordered on pain. Sweet delicious hints
of agony blurred the peripheral of her mind and she wanted it no matter how
much letting go frightened her. If she let go now she would break. She tried to
chase away her oncoming orgasm and bring back her senses, but she was too far
gone.

“Do
you trust us?” Mason demanded as he pulled back her pussy and she felt him
further expose her hard clit. His fingers were so close to Sean’s cock it was distracting
her. “Do you trust my decision to trust Sean with the most important person in
my life, you, my wife, Liberty? Tell us you trust us both and we’ll let you
come and make it all go away.”

“Yes!”
she shouted, unable to take any more. “I trust you both!”

Mason
pinched her clit hard and began to flick the sensitive flesh just as Sean
pressed forward and wedged his cock into the curve of her cervix, putting
incredible pressure on her G-spot. Something snapped inside. Her control
slipped and her body released as she came on a hard, feral shout of animal
lust. Her sex contracted down on Sean’s cock and her body sucked him deeper.
The inside of her nerves pulsed outward to Mason’s fingers where he held her
and stimulated her orgasm higher and higher. She screamed and her eyes went
wide as she suddenly felt her climax leave her body in a wash of fluid that drenched
Sean’s lower abdomen.

“Fuck,
she’s clamping down like a vise!” Sean gritted out as he began to pump into
her, stretching her, as she shrank around him. Liberty didn’t know what was
happening but there seemed to be no stopping it. She screamed again. Mason
finally freed her clit and wrapped his arms around her reassuringly. Sean’s
cock swelled inside the fluttering, quaking walls of her sex and she realized
he came. She had forgotten he’d been wearing a condom until that moment.

He
collapsed on top of her as his chest heaved. Their bodies pressed together,
trapping the warm sticky evidence of her passion. Breath sawed in and out of
her and Mason continued to praise and kiss her. She was still twitching from
severe aftershocks. She licked her dry lips and turned to find Mason. She
needed reassurance. That wasn’t normal. She sensed her insecurities creeping in
as she faced him. He opened his eyes and smiled at her, but then frowned when
he seemed to realize her apprehension.

“What
is it, Lib?”

“What
did I do?”

His
lip twitched and she could see he was trying to hide his amusement. She tried
to push away from him but between the two of them there was nowhere to go.
Humiliation burned through her euphoria.

“Shh.”
He kissed her. “You had an orgasm, that’s what you did. A very intense orgasm.”

“But
I…”

“I
know. It happens. It’s a result of putting pressure on your G-spot and building
it up. When that happens the climax comes in a rush and there tends to be more
fluid than with a typical orgasm. It’s perfectly normal and you were
beautiful.”

Relief
washed over her. Sean curled his large body against her back and she was again
sandwiched between the two of them.

“What
time is it?”
 
The need to build distance
between the pleasure she stingily wanted here and the pleasure she gained from
structure crept in. She pushed for a bit of distance, reached for her ‘normal’
self.

But
then Mase reassured her, “You have about twenty minutes until you usually get
out of bed, baby. Try to rest here with us for a bit.”

Us.
Her mind savored the concept. Her body felt light and her mind was quiet. Her
body was calm and oddly at peace. She shut her eyes and snuggled deeper into
the heat coming off the two strong bodies surrounding her and finally, she felt
herself relax.

Chapter Eleven

They
took the Escalade into town. Mason drove and Sean sat in the back. They
wouldn’t tell her where they were heading so Liberty decided to play twenty
questions.

“Have
I been there before?”

“No,”
Mason said, smirking behind the wheel.

“Is
it a store?”

“Yes.”

“Do
they sell food?”

“No,”
Mason laughed.

Sean
leaned forward. “Well, now that isn’t necessarily true, Mase. They carry
edibles.” He laughed.

“Edibles?
Like candy?”

“Sort
of,” Sean said and they both began to laugh harder and she frowned.

Liberty
crossed her arms over her chest and pretended to pout.

“Now,
don’t get upset, little Liberty,” Sean said reaching forward again, this time
to yank on one of her curls. “It’s more fun if it’s a surprise.”

She
ignored them both. A while later she asked, “Do they sell clothes?” and they
both groaned.

“We’re
here,” Mason announced as he pulled into a strip mall and she stared out the
windshield. It occurred to her that Sean also wouldn’t know exactly where they
were going and this was likely her husband’s idea.

She
looked at the line of stores as they parked. “Are we just shopping? Or did you
have a particular store in mind?”

“A
particular one,” Mason said as he climbed out of the car.

He
walked around the front of the SUV, but the door opened before he rounded the
fender. “Come on, sweetheart,” Sean said as he held out a hand to help her
down. She blushed. They were in public and she wasn’t expecting him to be so
chivalrous. Then she recalled the other day when they went grocery shopping and
realized he was like that in public with her even before they slept together.

As
they walked up to the stores Mason held her hand and Sean placed his palm on
the small of her back. She was initially very self-conscious of people staring,
but in actual fact, no one seemed to notice them.

They
passed a few clothing boutiques and then approached a door lined with black
paper. The sign on the door said OPEN. She looked to the glass window, also
blacked out, and read the name,
Frisk!

“What
is this place?”

“Come
on,” they said simultaneously as they shuffled her through the door. She
frowned. It looked like a video store at first sight. Then she noticed the
pictures on the DVD covers. “These are dirty movies!” she hissed.