by Vivian Arend
Paige pulled her lips free and Mason leaned his forehead against hers. Trent’s fingers caressed her hip slowly. They both waited, patiently. Time paused, their three bodies slowly becoming more attuned to each other as their breathing synchronized. Her anticipation rose—there was some specific mischief she had in mind, although it was actually Mason who was the engineer of this afternoon’s coming escapade.
She could hardly wait to see him explain the sex chair that graced the center of their suite. Forget the details of how it got there, she wanted to know everything possible about using the chair itself.
Chapter Five
Paige twisted free of their hands. She smoothed her fingers along their forearms and tugged them out of the kitchen area toward the tall windows. The view of the Pacific caught her eye again, and she stared for a moment, distracted by the crystal blue meeting of sky and sea.
“It’s so gorgeous.” Mason and Trent stood on her left and right, joining her in admiring the view. “Sometimes, I just want to take off. Find where the end of the water is. And you know what? When you get there? In my mind, you don’t bump into North and South America. It’s a brand-new land, with new things to see and places to explore.”
Mason’s fingers threaded through hers. “And every time you make land the colors are more vibrant, and the smells are more intense than the last place you left, because everything that happened before was merely a dream, and you’re finally awake and experiencing the real world.”
Paige’s heart skipped. Oh God, yes. Exactly. If there were a magical pill she could swallow to make it happen, or a spell to chant, she would in an instant.
She turned her back on the dream floating outside the room, twisting to face the reality she had for another forty-eight hours. Her lovers, here. An experience as vibrant and desirable as any pipe dream she might wish for—in fact, far better since it was real. She could touch them, hold them tight in her fist. Love them—both—for today.
It wasn’t nearly enough, but it was all that was offered.
She looked into their faces and stopped, momentarily confused by what she witnessed. Mason was motioning crazily toward her, staring intently at Trent. Trent shook his head and frowned. She opened her mouth to ask what the hell they were doing—
Buzzzzzz.
She darted past the guys, opened the oven and exposed trays of beautifully browned crusts. It only took a moment before the two pans were carefully arranged to cool, the heat turned off and the buzzer dealt with. She’d fill them a little bit later, but now?
Now was time to work Mason over until he ’fessed up.
She pivoted on the spot, catching him in her sights. “I talked to Kylie after lunch.”
His brilliant blue gaze followed her fingers as she undid the top button of her blouse. Both Trent and Mason groaned as she made quick work of the row and let the sides fall apart to reveal the push-up bra she’d slipped on before their trip to the buffet. It had done wonders for her ego after seeing Sienna, and their response now? The icing on the cake.
“Kylie was in high spirits and gave me a message to pass on to Trent.”
Her other lover frowned. “You never told me any—”
She shrugged the soft blouse from her shoulders, letting it flutter to the floor before reaching for the snap on her skirt. He swallowed the rest of his words as lust raced over his face, his gaze glued to her fingers.
Powerful. There was nothing on earth comparable to holding two passionate men in the palm of her hand like this.
If only I also held their hearts.
“It was a little too cryptic—the message—so I asked for clarification. She ended up being very forthcoming regarding the identity of our mystery object here in the living room.”
She watched Mason closely as she strutted to the curved leather bench, stepped past the knee-height first bump to caress her fingers in long slow sweeps over the leather-covered surface of the hip-level one. His jaw dropped open, and for one incredible second, she could have sworn he blushed.
Then his eyes lit up and she saw the promise of an incredible experience.
“Mason? You want to explain why you were in a position to act as a sex consultant for Kylie and the resort?”
“Bloody hell! You’ve been doing what with my sister?” The words tore from Trent, and Mason backed away from him, as if in self-preservation.
He held up a restraining hand. “Consultant only. She’d…read one of my books, and wanted to know if part of the story was fiction or reality. This bench. That’s all.”
Paige hopped up on the top bump before swinging her legs to straddle the bench. Leaning back, she slid into the central dip until her butt rested firmly on the broad surface. “You really have to stop being so secretive and tell me what you write, Mason. It’s driving me crazy wondering what kinds of novels you sell that include chairs like this.”
The smooth curve of the bench let her lie back comfortably, fully supported, yet at the same time the gentle arc of the higher “M” bump thrust her breasts into the air. She stroked a hand down her torso, ignoring them both as she carried her fingers down and under the elastic of her panties.
Well, ignoring everything but the sound of them simultaneously groaning.
Mason strode to her side and squatted at the base of the lower leather-covered hump. He stroked her skin with his gaze, seemingly fascinated with her fingers.
“Does it matter what I write?”
She moaned lightly, widening her legs. “Of course it doesn’t. Just curious.”
He stroked a finger down her torso. “Fine. I write romance novels. Real ones, with happy endings.”
Paige smiled at him. “Cool. They must be fascinating.”
He didn’t answer, his gaze following his hand as he caressed her thigh reverently. She leaned willingly into his touch.
“I like this chair. So soft on my skin. As if there’s a world of possibilities just waiting—Mason!”
He lifted her as he stood and stepped to the far right of the bench, returning her to perch on the highest point, only this time facing outward. His hands were gentle on her hips as he slid her into position. Her legs remained touching Mason’s as he stood behind the raised section. A soothing sound came from his lips as he encouraged her to relax, leaning her back against the soft leather, draping her belly upward over the top bump.
She was flat on her back, or she would have been if the couch had been level. As it was, her head hung towards the central dip, slightly lower than her hips, but she remained firmly supported on the wide bench. She let herself settle against the comfortable leather. All thoughts about occupations—writing, baking or otherwise—vanished. “I’m going to end up with my head spinning.”
“Oh God, I hope so.” Dark, low. The words curled from his throat as he stripped away the fabric covering her mound and lowered his mouth to her sex.
Whisper-light caresses taunted her. His tongue darted in and out, small strokes around her core without giving her nearly enough pressure against her clit to allow her to get off in a hurry.
“Bastard. You’re going to leave me hanging, aren’t you?”
Warm air disappeared as he changed his approach from open-mouthed intimate kisses to blowing a steady stream of air, cool against her wetness.
“Mason, oh hell. Stop it. Don’t tease. Please—”
“Trent, give me a hand with the lady. She’s a little noisy. You want to deal with that?”
Oh shit. Trent straddled the curved central section and smiled at her evilly as he sat. His head was higher than hers, and his upside-down expression made her laugh, at least until Mason picked up his assault again and tore a gasp from her lips.
Trent cupped her face in both hands. Tenderly leaning closer, he brushed his thumb over her cheekbone. “You okay?” he whispered.
Mason chose that moment to add fingers to his repertoire. Smooth
pressure filled her sex, stretching her wide as his tongue finally, oh yes—finally, found her clit.
Somehow she managed to speak. “I’m grand. You want to join in?”
Trent stared at the couch in admiration. “A sex toy. Never thought it was possible. I agree, I think it’s time for Mason to spill a few more beans regarding his work.”
“You don’t even know—?”
“But not this instant,” he interrupted, standing and staring down at her as he unzipped his pants. “I’m getting the idea behind this bench. It’s all about comfort and convenience. You’re comfortable, and right now…”
His cock was in his hand. Hard, skin stretched taut over the beautiful length.
“…very well positioned.”
Trent stroked, once, twice. Each time the foreskin of his cock slipped back and revealed the purplish head, the slit glistening with a drop of moisture. Paige licked her lips as he grasped himself at the base then directed the length of his shaft toward her.
He didn’t have to do anything but stand over the bench. With her draped over the upper bump, her mouth was exactly in line with his erect cock.
The even pleasure Mason stirred in her contrasted nicely with the zing of dirty delight that struck when Trent’s cock contacted her lips. She darted out her tongue to lap eagerly. Even as the salty essence of his seed hit her taste buds, he took total advantage of her soft sigh of happiness and pressed his hips forward. His shaft slipped between her lips, familiar and yet totally brand new.
She’d never given a blowjob upside-down before.
Instead of feeling the thick ridge of vein lining the bottom of his cock, her tongue met the smoother upper surface. When he retreated slowly, the crested head was more distinct, with a larger rise between the width of his cock and the flared head.
“Fucking-A, that’s incredible.” Trent continued to caress her cheek, working his cock in and out of her mouth. She couldn’t move over him, her head comfortably but firmly supported on the soft leather of the chair. All she could do was take him in and allow him control of her mouth. Use her for his own pleasure.
Of course, Mason was still treating her wonderfully. If Trent was taking, right now Mason was all about giving. She couldn’t move to enhance the sensations as Mason touched her, but he was doing fine on his own. The insistent and rhythmic press into her core changed slightly as he corkscrewed his fingers, the pressure varying in intensity and location, and she groaned loudly, trying to tell him how much she liked it.
“Mason, goddamn, whatever you just did, do it some more. She nearly took my head off when she hummed like that. Come on, beautiful. Nearly there?”
Paige rocked her head slightly. She was ready to go off, but she was going to take him with her. She grasped his hips, digging her fingernails into his jean-covered buttocks. She opened wider and encouraged him deeper on the next thrust.
His cock slipped all the way to the back of her throat, her nose nestled against his tight sac.
“Paige, bloody hell. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck…”
She swallowed and Trent continued to curse, the first of his seed splashing into her mouth. He dragged himself back, slipped from her lips and squeezed his cock at the base. His face was scrunched in a grimace as he fought to hold off his release.
Then her own vision grew hazy as Mason dragged her over the edge, his lips locked around her clit, pulsing in a firm, demanding rhythm. Her sex tightened around his fingers and he slowed, just the way she liked. The first seconds after coming she was far too sensitive, but his careful consideration allowed her to relax and enjoy. The waves of pleasure rolled up one side of her then down the other. Happy moans escaped her, and that was when he increased the pressure, removing his fingers and tonguing the hypersensitive outer edge of her core to prolong the tingling.
The leather sighed as Trent sat on the lower swell of the chair, his breathing back to something near normal. Mason helped her to sit upright on the top hump once again instead of being draped over it. His mouth and chin were still wet from her sex. She grabbed him by the ears and kissed him hungrily, the moisture of her pleasure mixing with their kiss and the lingering tease of Trent’s seed.
More. It was a start, but not nearly enough.
Their tongues fought for dominance, his torso pressing hard against hers. That wasn’t the only hard thing between them, the rocky length of his cock tight to her soft and ready sex. If he’d removed his clothes before starting, he’d be exactly the right height to slip into her body right now.
A hand slipped down her back. Trent, his fingers trailing along her spine as his deep voice buzzed through her, coaxing her anticipation higher.
“I understand this chair more and more. Mason could fuck you right now, pounding into you until you scream with pleasure. I could lay you over the lower section, facedown, and on my knees I’d be the perfect height to slip into your pussy or fuck your ass.”
A shiver raced over her skin. Images of him taking her, loving her so thoroughly, filled her mind and she longed for him to act them out. Mason covered her hands with his and tugged them free from his ears, lowering both their arms. He eased off the kiss, nipping and teasing now, stealing her breath.
Her bra was unhooked—Trent—and the straps were pressed slowly from her shoulders. Kisses landed everywhere his fingertips brushed. Mason stepped back enough that when Trent’s big palms slipped around her torso, her bra fell away and there was nothing to impede him from totally enclosing her in his hands.
Her breasts felt heavy, achy. Needy. So much that when Mason’s kisses descended past her neckline she arched upward, hoping he would take the hint. Trent rubbed and massaged, his fingertips teasing her nipples into tight buds, disappearing a split second before Mason lapped the surface.
One side, then the other. Again. Again.
“Oh God, that feels incredible.” Two hands—no, four—caressed her. Mason closed his mouth over one aching peak and pulsed, hard. A bolt of lightning flew from his lips to the center of her sex, liquid heat flooding from her body. “Please, someone fuck me. I need you. I need you both.”
“Shhh, you’ll have us both. Let us have a little fun first. Mason’s enjoying himself. You want to take that away from him?”
“Yes.” As good as it was having Mason play with her nipples, she wanted more.
Trent laughed. “Too bad. You’ll just have to wait.”
“Strip. Guys, get naked. Mason…”
Paige locked her legs around his hips and rocked as hard as possible. Ground against his clothed body—she got him wet, but that was his own damn fault for not giving her what she wanted.
Mason sucked harder and she squeaked, partly in pain, partly in pleasure. He pulled off with a soft plop and stared down, looking immensely satisfied.
“Fucking love your tits.”
Her legs dropped as her body shook with laughter. They drove her mad with lust, and filled her heart with happiness at the same time. “Please get naked? Please?”
Mason cupped her face, those gorgeous blue eyes sparkling at her. “There’s my Canadian girl. Of course. When you ask so politely, how could we possibly refuse?”
He held her hand and turned her, letting her pivot on the higher of the two bumps until she faced Trent who stood to the side of the chair removing his clothing. Mason pushed on her hips, and she slipped into the central dip.
“Lean back and relax, because we’re about to show you how this chair can really work.”
Oh boy. Naked, waiting. Warm leather against her skin, she watched the erotic strip show with her mouth watering. Shirts peeled off to reveal toned muscles. Trent’s firm upper body was marred with minute scars from scuba incidents. The thin silver lines didn’t detract in the least from how amazingly attractive he was. Trent’s chest, and the thighs he revealed as his jeans fell to the floor were thicker and broader than Mason’s. Trent was her m
uscle man, and she leaned forward to touch his quadriceps, fingers splayed over the solid mass in admiration.
“You want something to grab, reach a little to the right, darling.”
She grinned at him. His boxer briefs were wet where the tip of his cock continued to leak his desire. “Why didn’t you let me finish that off for you earlier?”
“Didn’t think trying to swallow uphill was a good idea.”
Mason snorted. “Sorry, hadn’t thought of that.”
She turned to nod at Mason, and got totally distracted. He’d already stripped to nothing, and while he wasn’t as bulky as his best friend, his muscles were well-defined. There was nothing soft about his erection either, reaching skyward until it bumped his belly. His cock had a gentle slope to the left that somehow made sex with him even more incredible when it hit usually neglected spots deep inside.
“I love how you look at me. As if I’m more delicious than anything you’ve ever cooked up in the kitchen.” Mason’s voice trembled with lust.
“You two are far more appealing to my taste buds.”
Mason and Trent exchanged glances, then moved on her with perfect synchronization, and Paige opened her arms wide to embrace them and the experience.
…
It was a little bit of paradise in one perfect package. Having Paige there, willing to give everything of herself to him, and to Trent.
He was the luckiest bastard on the entire fucking planet.
Mason locked gazes with Paige, trapping her brown orbs and refusing to let her look away. “I want in your sweet heat. I want to feel you surround me and then you’re going to come around my cock and freak my mind. Deal?”
She nodded rapidly, the edge of her pink tongue slipping out for just an instant. “And what’s Trent going to do? Watch us?”
The sudden intake of air from Trent was impossible to ignore. Paige had caught that kink of Trent’s had she? Mason winked so his best mate couldn’t see. “He does like to watch, doesn’t he?”
Trent growled at them. “He also likes to bury his dick in someone’s tight arse.”
