Page 288 of Rogue Riders Duet

Mason watches as Luc’s fingers slide down to my slit, his expression unreadable except for the intense focus in his eyes. When Luc dips inside me, my back arches off the bed.

Then he brings his glistening fingers up, smirking as he lifts them to his mouth to suck them clean, but Mason snatches his wrist, stopping him. My breath stutters as he pulls Luc’s forefinger to his mouth and licks it, his eyes locked on me the whole time.

My clit pulses with each flick of his tongue. I swear it does.

“You taste amazing,” Mason says before curling his hand around Luc’s neck and slamming their mouths together.

Holy fucking shit.

I never could have dreamed of this scenario when I decided to return to racing.

When they finally break apart, Luc kisses me hard without warning. I taste myself, I taste Mason, and I moan into his mouth, tasting us.

“So damn good,” Luc growls against my lips. “Can you taste yourself?”

Any answer I might give dissolves when he toys with my clit, circling it with just enough pressure to make my hips jerk. When he pinches lightly, I suck in a breath, and he chuckles smugly, the bastard.

“Mason’s never licked a chatte before. Think we can show him how it’s done?”

Mason’s lips are parted, eyes heavy, and God, he looks hungry.

“Please.”

Luc moves to kneel between my thighs as Mason pulls one leg wider until I’m spread open for them both. The air hits my wet pussy, and I shiver again.

“Fuck,” Mason breathes. “She’s perfect.”

“Right?” Luc grins, clearly pleased with himself as he presses a finger into me. “Let me hear that pretty little gasp again.”

I give it to him, and my eyes flick between them, the anticipation almost unbearable until⁠—

Hiccup.

They laugh together, and Mason brushes his knuckles down my side. “Fucking adorable.”

“Yeah, stop being so cute, Petite. We’re here to fuck.”

“Wait, we’re gonna… we’re gonna fuck? All three of us?”

Luc’s eyes soften for the first time since we came into his room, while Mason brushes a strand of hair from my forehead.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want, Bambi. We can just kiss, eat your perfect pink pussy, and make you feel good. Whatever you need.”

“No.” I swallow hard, and Mason takes his hands off me in an instant.

Fuck. I didn’t mean it like that.

I grab his hand and pull him toward me again, kissing his palm. The lump in my throat isn’t fear, it’s everything else.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean no as in I want you to stop. I just… I want that,” I whisper. “I want everything. With both of you.”

Luc groans. “Such a good girl. I think I promised a reward.”

He licks a long, hot line from my entrance to my clit, and my whole body jolts. I claw at Mason’s forearm, and he leans forward to catch my bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently.

Luc licks again, then sucks my clit before nibbling it, making me gasp into Mason’s mouth.

“You’re not paying attention, Mase,” Luc mumbles around a kiss to my inner thigh. “I thought you wanted to learn.”