Breaking Perfect (42 page)

His
father was gone, his absolution meaningless. Sean only needed to pardon himself
and he would find the peace he had sought all along. The moment he came to
terms with his unchangeable past and accepted that he too wasn’t perfect, all
of his old ghosts seemed to be laid to rest.

They
left the cemetery and traveled south, hitting a line of bed and breakfasts
along the coast. Mason declared the trip should be salvaged and that they would
make it into a honeymoon of sorts. This time, one that included Sean.

For
as wonderful as it had been to visit so many neat places over the last two
weeks, it was even better to be home. They’d laughed more in the past fourteen
days then they probably ever had in their entire lives. It was an incredible
thing to be in a relationship that was so accepting one never had to worry
about making a mistake. The idiosyncrasies of their marriage, in Liberty’s
mind, were what made it perfect, each one of them filling a hole in the other.

They
entered the foyer and she kicked off her shoes. Mason came up behind her, wrapping
his arms around her ribs as he bit down on her neck. “You’re going to pay for
laughing so hard at my expense.”

She
giggled and melted into his hold. His arousal pressed into the crease of her
ass. Sean came around to face her, all humor replaced with a mask of intensity
that held her immobile. “It isn’t polite to laugh at your husbands, little
Liberty.”

“You
were laughing too!” she protested in mock outrage.

He
“tsked” and looked over her shoulder to Mason. “Hold her.” Mason’s arms
tightened, her nipples hardened, and Sean quickly began to undo her pants.
Before she could even work up a good struggle he had shucked her jeans and
panties in one quick move.

Sean
was incredibly efficient when he knew what he wanted. He moved to his knees and
breathed deeply at the apex of her thighs. She shivered at the way he watched
her. She was shamelessly wet.

“Hold
her arms out, Mase,” Sean said as he stood. Mason held out her arms like a
pagan sacrifice and ground his hips into her behind as Sean undid the buttons
of her shirt and then quickly unlatched the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts
fell free and he pinched the two pink tips hard, making her gasp.

“What
happens to little girls who forget their manners, Liberty?” Sean asked as he
continued to toy with her nipples.

Mason
slid his arms back to her sides and splayed his palm wide over her midriff, his
fingers reaching dangerously close to her wet pussy. He pressed her back so that
his body was flush with hers, his arousal fitting perfectly in the cleft of her
ass. The pressure was divine.

“I’d
answer him if I were you, Lib,” Mason whispered as he playfully bit at her
neck.

“They
get spanked,” she rasped and Sean’s nostrils flared.

“Do
you need to be spanked, little Liberty?”

Her
breath caught as moisture pooled and trickled over her folds. “I’ve been very,
very bad.”

“How
many do you need to learn your lesson? Six, nine, or twelve?”

“Three
sets of three, please.”

“Did
you hear that, Mason? Our wife wants nine. Do you think you could accommodate
her?”

Mason
thrust his hips forward and growled. “I think I could handle that.”

“In
the den,” Sean barked, and she was suddenly lifted up and tossed over Mason’s
shoulder. She struggled because that always made it more fun.

“Quiet,
wife,” Mason said as he slapped her bare ass. The sting of his palm drove
straight to her pussy, an appetizer of what was to come.

He
put her down on the floor, her bare feet sinking into the plush ivory carpet,
and quickly disrobed her of her shirt and bra. He turned and bent her so she
was face down over the arm of the white sofa.

Sean
kneeled on the cushions before her. He already stripped and was now fisting his
very hard cock. Her mouth watered. “Bend her over more,” he said as he scooted
closer.

She
was bent over the wide upholstered arm, her palms sinking into the cushions
just in front of Sean’s knees, the rustling of Mason undressing sounded behind
her. In a soft voice that contradicted his intensity Sean said, “I need you,
baby girl. Give me that pretty mouth.”

She
leaned forward and seductively pulled his cock between her lips. He moaned and
she had to press her thighs together to try to contain her arousal from
slipping down her thighs.

The
heat of Mason’s body stepped into the space behind her and the weight of his
cock lay cradled in the crease of her ass.

“I
want this ass.” He pressed the blunt, smooth head of his cock into the tiny
rosette of her back entrance, not to penetrate, just teasing her enough so that
she knew what would soon come.

She
sucked Sean’s cock harder and he moaned then quickly withdrew himself from the
heat of her mouth, squeezing off his pleasure.

“Your
punishment first,” Sean decided.

Mason
stepped back. His soft palm coasted over the round globes of her rear,
caressing, admiring, mapping every inch. She gasped when the first blow came.
Her pussy fluttered and she wished something were filling her.
Soon
.
After the first set of three she was breathing heavily and quickly moving toward
a state of bliss that would only improve as the night went on.

Sean
cupped her face and kissed her tenderly. “You take your punishment so well,
Liberty Bell.” He moved off the couch and Mason took his place.

Mase
kissed her too, but his kiss wasn’t as refined. There was a demand in his kiss,
a promise.

Sean
dealt out a set of three rapid strikes. She was quickly coming undone. “Suck
Mase’s cock, Liberty and I’ll give you some relief.”

Her
mouth chased after Mason’s cock so fast it was almost comical. The moment her
lips closed, Sean shoved two fingers far into her sex. She moaned and sucked
Mason deep. His fingers knotted in her hair and he began to quickly thrust his
hips. After only a few pumps of Sean’s hand he withdrew and the void returned.

Sean’s
lips pressed into her throat as her head bobbed quickly up and down. As Mason’s
fist still remained knotted in her hair, Sean turned her chin. Her mouth fell
empty and Sean’s tongue quickly replaced Mason’s cock. He ravaged her mouth,
plunging his tongue in and out, sucking her lips, taking Mason’s flavor.

When
Mason’s other hand knotted in Sean’s thick gold hair he moaned into her mouth.
Their lips were torn apart as Mason quickly directed Sean’s mouth to his cock.
Three quick thrusts over the other man’s tongue and then it was her mouth being
drilled.

Mason
fucked both their mouths, driving deep over one tongue then the other. She soon
found herself biting at Sean’s neck, Mason’s thigh, fighting to be everywhere
at once. She needed them both.

Suddenly
Mason released them and she was gripped under the arms and hauled over the
armrest of the couch and onto the cushions. Her thighs were wrenched apart as
lips, teeth and tongues bullied their way inside of her. Her ankles were
grabbed and yanked wide, sending her plummeting down to the edge of the
seat.
 
Not that either of her men would
allow any harm to come to her.

Sean
buried his face in her folds and ate at her sex, slurping up every bit of her
pleasure while Mason raised himself up and stepped over her, his feet sinking
into the plush cushions on either side of her hips.

“Open.”
He tipped her head back and her mouth opened. His arm braced on the wall behind
the sofa. He gave her no time to adjust to the new position. His cock filled
her, tickled her throat, and shifted rapidly back and forth over her tongue.

Sean’s
tongue stabbed in and out of her at the same pace as Mason’s cock and her
muscles locked. His fingers moved in fast circles over the bundle of nerves
hidden at the top of her slit. The moment her orgasm ripped through her she
moaned and Mason’s cock begin to throb as hot cum pulsed out of him and
splashed against the back of her throat.

Three
very different voices all moaned identical sounds of pleasure. Mason’s hands
tightened as he ensured that she swallowed every last drop. When he released
her, Sean sat beside her for the briefest moment and then she was turned.

Her
knees sank into the carpet, Sean’s finger and thumb pinched her chin as he
painted her lips with his wet cock. Mason groaned and then leaned in to lick
the gloss away.

“Fuck
that’s sexy,” Sean rasped.

Mason
took her mouth in an intense kiss that left her dizzy. He guided her head down
to Sean’s cock and directed her motions as she began sucking him hard. Sean’s
hips thrust forward and Mason held her in place as Sean took her mouth. “Suck
him good, baby girl.”

Sean’s
hips dropped back to the cushion and her head was forced up and down. The slap
on her ass from Mason’s palm was so unexpected and so grounding, she almost
came again. Sean began to curse and Mason released the back of her neck. Sean
jerked his fist up and down over his flesh as Liberty fought to take more of
him.

Red
hot pleasure-pain bloomed over her flesh as Mason spanked her again. The image
of her pink flesh had her insides fluttering and clamping and she wished one of
them would fuck her. One more. She waited for it. Cried out for it. Needed it.
Three perfect sets of three.

When
it came she gave a muffled cry, almost delirious with pleasure, as she sucked
Sean to the back of her throat.

“Now,”
Sean yelled and Mason tore her away from him and spread her out on the floor.
She sobbed in protest and moaned as hot spatters of Sean’s cum shot against her
pussy. Mason’s mouth dove into her folds, bringing her to a rapid release as he
drank up every drop from her and Sean’s passion.

They
collapsed in an inelegant pile on the pristine carpet as breath sawed out of
their lungs. They bathed in the aftermath of such intense play. Hands coasted
over dewy skin. Fingers twirled in soft strands of hair. Lips delicately
anointed curves.

Mason
found her mouth and kissed her, pouring so much love into the gesture she
nearly came undone once more. His mouth slowly pulled away and she was being
kissed again, this time by Sean. She watched as they kissed, the affection so
evident she felt as though she was embraced by it.

Now
that the needy edge had eased they took their time caressing one another. The
inferno they had banked slowly built again as they explored various erogenous
zones. Soft sated sighs became needy pleas.

Sean
smiled at her as he moved to sit on the couch. She followed him there,
straddling his hips and he hugged her. “I love you, Libby.”

“I
love you too, Sean.” Slowly, she lowered herself onto him. He stretched and
groaned in satisfaction as her heat engulfed his length. When she was fully
seated he kissed her tenderly then cradled her head to his shoulder.

“I
love you, Mason,” he said over her shoulder.

“I
love you too, Sean,” he said as he leaned over Liberty’s body and kissed him.

Moisture
trickled down her backside and fingers gently massaged her opening. Mason’s
mouth kissed up her spine to her shoulder. “I love you, Lib.”

“I
love you too, Mason.”

He
stepped over Sean’s knees and slowly pressed his cock into her tight hole. All
three of them moaned as he sank himself into her. She adored it when they made
love like this. It was the closest the three of them could be, each one feeling
the other.

Once
Mason had seated himself to the hilt, he reached around to Liberty’s soft belly
and held her to him, pressing her into his abdomen.

Her
shoulders rested on his chest and her head fell back. She was completely
encompassed within their gentle control. Sean leaned up and kissed the narrow
column of her throat and slowly began to move. Like a seesaw, Sean would
withdraw and Mason would slowly thrust forward. In and out, she was never
alone, never without their presence. She was completely and irrevocably theirs,
mind, body, and soul.
 

Their
release was gentle this time, all the sweeter because of it. Slow gliding
motions embraced them as one, never letting anyone go, feeling the moment
transcend into a timeless memory of serene beauty they would each keep with
them always.

* * * *

Mason
lifted his arm as Sean curled into his side. He kissed his temple and smiled.
This was his family. He never imagined such happiness could exist. He thought
about how far they’d come, not just since Sean arrived, but since that day he
found Liberty in the hospital.

He
smiled as he thought about the pile of books stacked sloppily on the steps in
the foyer, waiting for someone to carry them upstairs to the study. The tacky
souvenir mugs they had purchased on their journey were another wonderful
example.
 
None of them would match the
white dishes and that was just fine. As he imagined the half-painted hallway
they were still debating over he shut his eyes and his smile grew.

“What’re
you smirking about?” Sean asked as he snuggled closer.

Mason
looked at the forgotten clothing littering the den. How far she had come. “I’m
just thinking about our family and how perfect our life is.”

Liberty
walked in carrying three glasses of water. She handed them out and they each
took a sip then scooted closer together as she crawled into Mason’s other side.

“What
are we doing for dinner?” Sean asked.

“Whose
turn is it to cook?”

“Mason’s.
And it’s your turn to do the dishes,” Liberty said.

They
each grumbled. “I guess I’ll dig something out of the freezer. Or we could
order pizza.”

“Pizza
sounds good,” Sean said. As long as he was eating he wasn’t very picky.