Page 403 of Rogue Riders Duet

My gaze is focused as I line up the pink head against him, then I press slowly. Ever so slowly. The silicone disappears inch by inch, and Mason’s low, broken groan fills the room, his thighs starting to shake. He tries to rut into the pillow beneath him, but Luc catches it before he can bury his face in the mattress again.

“Up, Pretty Boy,” Luc murmurs, sliding a hand under Mason’s chest and urging him higher. I shift too, steadying the toy with one hand while guiding him with the other.

Mason pushes up onto his elbows, back arched, ass tilted perfectly for me.

Luc’s hand is on Mason’s cock now, stroking in time, whispering, “That’s it, take it. You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

Leaning in, I kiss the sweat from the base of his spine, breathing him in. “Are you okay?”

“Don’t you dare stop.”

He doesn’t need to tell me twice. The rest of of the toy sinks in with a slow push, and Mason clenches around it. He’s impossibly tight, and the sight of that obscene pink buried in him makes my own pulse throb between my legs. A small twist, the perfect angle, and he shouts into Luc’s mouth.

“There we go,” I croon, starting a slow rhythm—out, in, twist. “Look at you. Taking it so pretty for me.”

Finn’s voice is rough from where he’s still standing to the side. “Jesus Christ.”

Luc grins against Mason’s lips. “Told you, Papi. You’re next.”

Finn flips him off, but his towel is tenting. Hard. And his eyes are locked on where my hands are.

All three of them turned on because of what I’m doing?

God, it goes straight to my pussy.

Mason’s hips start moving on their own, chasing the drag, the stretch. My pace increases until we are in sync, my breath catching as Luc tightens his grip on him.

We work him together—Luc’s fist, my thrusts—until Mason’s babbling, sweat-slick, and trembling.

Luc doesn’t even look at me when I shoot him a smile. He’s too locked in, too gone on the way Mason falls apart for us, eyes blown wide as he strokes him through every shudder. His whole world is Mason’s face, his sounds, his body opening under my hand, and it’s intoxicating watching him get lost like that.

“Please… F-fuck. Bambi—” Mason whimpers, and I slam the dildo in deep, holding it there and feeling every clench around it, while Luc strokes him faster.

“Come for us, Mase. Let me feel it. Show us how good a loser takes it.”

“Fuck you,” he presses out, but still does. Hard. A choked cry rips out of him, body seizing, cum spilling in thick ropes over Luc’s knuckles and the sheets. I keep the toy pressed to the flared base, riding every pulse, every twitch, until he collapses, boneless, face buried in the pillow.

“Such a good boy,” I tease while I ease the dildo out, watching Mason’s hole flutter.

Why is that so hot?

He looks over his shoulder with glassy eyes. “Fucked one ass and already getting mouthy. Wait till the roles are reversed again, Bambi.”

“Can’t wait.” I smirk, standing, but my skin is tight and flushed, and my pussy is throbbing way too hard.

God, I need to be fucked too.

Mason turns to Luc again, whose dick is leaking, all flushed and curved up against his stomach like it’s begging.

Maybe I could…

“Fuck me, baby.” Mason licks his lips.

Or he could.

“What?” Luc sputters.

“I want you to top me, Luc.”