Page 17 of Rent a Masked Duo

Pupils blown wide with desire, I relish in the way their bodies react to mine. Their hardened lengths are visible through their shorts. Before either of them can do anything, I make a break for the water.

Jax bends over, unlaces his boots, and then toes them off. His socks and shirt are quick to follow. I watch from the lake as his fingers curl around the hem of his shirt and he tugs it up and over his head. God, he’s magnificent. Every inch of him is defined muscle, harder than the rocks surrounding the lake. His hands glide across his chiseled abs to the defined V exposed by his low-hanging cargo shorts. With a pop of the button and zip of his fly, the shorts pool around his ankles a second before he steps free of them.

Desire pools low in my stomach. I run my tongue along my lower lip as images of that glorious body and the things he can do with it rush through my mind. I spread my arms out across the water’s surface for added buoyancy, as the ache in my core grows with anticipation. I rub my legs together, desperate for friction and a little relief from the pressure and need building within me.

Mark is already stripping out of his clothes, hot on Jax’s heels as they trudge through the shallow water to join me in the middle of the lake. I swim further out from shore, closer to the waterfall. Jax and Mark give chase, as I dive under and slip behind the falls.

I let them catch me because I want this as much as I need them to want it.

Jax wraps his arms around me, pulling me against the hard planes of his body. He slides his hands down, grabbing my ass before inching over to my thighs and hooking my legs around his waist. He lets out a groan as I grind against him. The friction against my clit heightens my arousal and pushes me closer to that sweet release.

“Is this what you want?” Mark glides up behind me, fisting his fingers in my wet hair and tugging my head back. “You want Jax to fuck that sweet, tight pussy while you suck me off?”

He claims my mouth in a passionate kiss, stealing the answer from my lips before I can give it to him, exploring with his tongue, devouring me like a ravenous man given his first morsel of food.

“Bring her closer to shore.” Jax’s voice is rough, with a need that sounds exactly like the one consuming me. He untangles my legs from around his waist and helps Mark guide my floating body to shallower waters where their feet can touch the bottom.

Once they can stand, they leave me floating on my back as they take positions, with Jax at my feet, and Mark beside my head.

“Fuck, Anna, you’re so fucking sexy.” Jax grabs my ankles and spreads my legs wide. “I want to be inside you so bad, baby. I want to bury my cock in your sweet pussy. You want that too, don’t you, baby? Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”

“Yes, I want you inside me, Jax. I need you to fuck me, please.” I’m exposed, bare in front of him. I’ve never felt so alive, so desirable.

His hands glide through the water, skimming over my legs to cup my ass and tug me toward him. Mark moves closer beside my face, cradling my head in his hand to help keep me afloat and brace me as he presses the tip of his dick against my lips. I lick the glistening tip, the only invitation he needs to fuck my mouth. With one hard, perfectly timed thrust, I’m full at both ends. Jax buried deep inside me, hitting a spot I’ve never reached with any toy whenever I’ve pleasured myself, and Mark is balls deep in my mouth. They move in unison. Pumping in and out, driving themselves into me and pushing me closer to oblivion. Jax reaches over, sliding his hand over my mound, and presses his fingers against my clit, and then pinches his fingers in the perfect amount of pleasure and pain.

That’s all it takes. The first orgasm rips through me, and I’m gone. Nothing more than an over-sensitized bundle of nerves. Mark and Jax are still thrusting, using my body for their pleasure, giving as much as they’re taking when the next wave hits me. I’m well and truly fucked.

And so is my plan.

9

MARK

“Hungry?” I ask as I hold the door for Anna. After our hike out to the falls, skinny dipping followed by hot sex in the lake’s cool water, I’ve worked up one hell of an appetite.

One I’m not sure food alone will satisfy.

She brushes past me on her way inside, and I catch a whiff of lake water and the soap we used on her this morning, and I have to take a second to steady myself.

This is not attraction. Attraction, I understand. Attraction is straightforward. You see a beautiful woman, your body responds, end of story. This is something else. I don’t have a word for it yet, and I’m not sure I want one. It’s been a day. A day and a half. Whatever’s happening in my head is running about a month ahead of the calendar.

“Starving.” Anna’s stomach rumbles in agreement. With a sheepish grin, she dips her chin and runs her hand over her stomach.

“I’m starving too,” Jax chimes in. “We should have brought more than just trail mix and beef jerky with us on the hike.”

Food. Right. Something to do with my hands.

“How about sandwiches? If you have the fixings, I can make a mean cold-cut sub.” Anna breezes between me and Jax and makes a beeline for the fridge.

I can’t stop staring at her ass. It’s perfect—especially when she’s on all fours, taking it from behind.

“No provolone?” She casts a backward glance over her shoulder, catching me in the act, and smirks. She knows I’m looking, and from the wicked glint in her eyes, I’d say she knows what I’m thinking about too, and she likes it.

“I was thinking something a little more substantial than sandwiches.” Jax sidles up next to her, nudging her out of the way with a playful bump of his hip.

He grabs two bundles wrapped in white butcher paper and tied with twine—the rib eye steaks we picked up at the butcher shop over in Cold Spring—and sets them on the glass cutting board beside the stove.

“Potatoes?” I ask, but the question’s almost rhetorical because nothing goes better with a quality steak than a baked potato.