Savor Me

I freeze, suddenly feeling weird about Hunter being here after my little minute with Mason. I look down, but Mason’s eyes are distant, and even though he is still rock hard inside me, he looks disinterested. I quickly remind myself that this is only an arrangement. No strings, no relationships. Just sex, which is exactly the way I like it.

Giving Mason one last glance, I answer, “If you stop calling me sugar, I could possibly entertain that idea.” I turn my head to catch Hunter’s mouth in a deep kiss, taking from him what Mason refused me.

This isn’t the first time I’ve had it in the ass. Hell, I’m one of the few women who are open about how much I actually love anal. I can take Hunter, but he’s gentle and primes my hole with the lube and his fingers, gently pushing and stretching. He uses his other hand to push against the small of my back, bending me all the way over.

I rest my arms on either side of Mason’s head. He’s watching my face, but as soon as we make eye contact, he moves his attention to my body. He reaches between us to rub my clit and once again begins to move inside me. He spreads his legs wider under me, allowing more space for Hunter to move in close.

I hear the familiar sound of a foil packet then feel the sting of Hunter’s tip as he pushes in slowly. Anal is one thing, but having two men inside me at once is the most spectacular feeling I have ever experienced. Especially these two men. Hunter gently works his hips in and out until he is finally buried to the hilt. Finding Mason’s rhythm, Hunter matches it stroke for stroke. Mason’s deep breaths caress my face, and my eyes flutter shut.

“Open your eyes.” I hear the demand, but I’m overwhelmed with sensations. “Lace, please,” Mason whispers inches away from my mouth, carefully never touching it.

My eyes spring open when Mason slams into me. His eyes are intense and maybe even…possessive? His hands slide down my sides and grip my hips. He starts thrusting into me harder, leaving Hunter scrambling to keep up. Mason growls only loud enough for me to hear, but it leaves me aching to feel him come. A few more thrusts and he moans my name as his cock pulsates inside me.

He relaxes into the bed as the last of his orgasm leaves him. I want to fall on top of him and hold him, but Hunter fucking my ass brings me back to reality. Watching Mason’s heavy-lidded eyes and feeling Hunter’s cock stretching my ass, I come again while rocking hard into Hunter. My moans spur him on and he slams into me, grabbing my hips as he stills, releasing everything he has into the condom inside me.

I finally fall onto Mason’s chest, the action pulling Hunter from my body. I want to kiss Mason so badly, but I know he will reject me, and my heart can’t take that in this moment. Instead, I rest my lips to his jaw. I feel him hum, sated, as he brushes his fingers along my ribs. It’s deeper than just a touch, and I am a selfish girl who will take what she can get.

Hunter flops down on the bed beside us and once again the moment is lost. At least this time I feel certain that Mason felt it too.





"I HAVE TO WORK in the morning," I whisper to Mason.

Hunter dozed off a while ago, but Mason is still awake, stoking my hair. I can't help myself. I stare at his lips that have never touched mine. I want to lick them, but I know he would turn his head. It thoroughly pisses me off that I can't taste him, but it makes him the forbidden fruit. I'm no better than Eve. I'll stick around until I get a bite.

"Where do you work?" Mason asks his first personal question since I met him.

I lean my arm back and stroke Hunter's side. "Sweet Surrender."

"The bakery?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow and looking down at me.

"Yeah."

"That place has the best carrot cake muffins. What exactly do you do there?"

"I own it."

"What!?” he shouts, sitting up, dragging me with him. The movement causes Hunter to stir, but he quickly falls back asleep.

"Shhh... Don't be so loud." I try to hush him, but judging by his wide eyes, I know it's a lost cause.

"You own the bakery?" he questions.

"Yeah. Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Oh, I don't know, Lace. You don't exactly strike me as a businesswoman."

"Maybe you should stop judging a book by its cover," I snark back at him.

He gives his own smartass response. "Maybe you should stop speaking in cliché."

With his answer, I roll my eyes and roll away, turning toward Hunter. At least Hunter never judged me, and he even kissed me.

"Lace, come back. Don't do that." He curls up behind me instead of rolling me back in his direction. I rest my head on Hunter’s slowly rising chest, but I secretly pretend I'm still staring up into Mason’s eyes.

"I co-own the bakery with my friend Lydia. We opened it about six months ago."

"I'm sorry. I just figured you would do something edgier than own a bakery. Like run a tattoo parlor or piercing studio."

"Nah. I spent four years in culinary school. The idea of piercing some dirty guy’s dick doesn't appeal to me."

"It doesn't have to be dirty." He rolls his hips into my very tender ass.

"Mason, if you want a piercing, I can point you in the right direction, but you would be better off asking me for a bear claw or fritter."

"I like fritters," he whispers into my neck, nuzzling into my hair.