6. Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Iris

Elijah freezes, his fingers stilling inside me. I can practically see the gears turning in his mind as he processes Mason's words. His eyes dart between us, realization dawning.

"Your wife," he repeats slowly, a mix of shock and something inscrutable in his voice.

I can't help the smirk that tugs at my lips. "Surprise," I purr, rolling my hips against his hand.

Elijah's gaze snaps back to me, his blue eyes stormy with lust and confusion. "You planned this," he says, not a question but an accusation.

"We did," Mason confirms, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "And you played your part beautifully."

I watch as Elijah's expression shifts, cycling through shock, anger, and then settling on a dangerous sort of intrigue. His fingers twitch inside me, drawing a gasp from my lips.

"So what now?" Elijah asks looking back at my husband, his voice rough with desire. "You going to tell me to step away from your wife?"

Mason's laugh is dark and rich. "On the contrary," he says, leaning forward in his chair. "I'm going to tell you to finish what you started."

The tension in the room ratchets up another notch. Elijah's eyes widen slightly, but I feel the way his body responds, the subtle shift of his hips against me.

"Unless," I add, my voice a sultry challenge, "you're not up for it."

Elijah's eyes narrow at that, a competitive fire sparking in their depths. Without breaking eye contact with Mason, he resumes the movement of his fingers, drawing a moan from my throat.

"Oh, I'm up for it," he growls, his free hand tangling in my hair as he pulls me into a bruising kiss. There is a darker edge to it now, more violent, angrier.

I lose myself in the sensations - Elijah's skilled fingers working me towards the edge, his lips hot and demanding against mine, and Mason's heavy gaze on us both. It's intoxicating, this dance of power and pleasure.

As Elijah's thumb finds my clit, circling it with maddening precision, I arch off the table, my climax building rapidly. I break the kiss, gasping for air, my eyes locking with Mason's across the room. The heat in his gaze, the possessive hunger there, pushes me over the edge.

I come with a cry, my body clenching around Elijah's fingers as waves of pleasure crash over me. As I come down from the high, panting and trembling, Elijah slowly withdraws his hand. He brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a wicked grin.

"Delicious," he murmurs, his eyes darting between Mason and me.

Mason's eyes darken as he watches Elijah taste me on his fingers. He rises from the chair with controlled grace, stalking towards us. The predatory gleam in his eyes intensifies as he approaches. Elijah tenses slightly, but doesn't move away from me.

"Enjoying yourself?" Mason asks, his voice low and dangerous. There's an edge to his tone that sends shivers down my spine.

Elijah's eyes narrow, a smirk playing at his lips. "Immensely," he replies, his hand still resting possessively on my thigh. "Though I can't help but wonder what your endgame is here, Blackwood."

Mason chuckles, the sound rich and sinful. "Oh, we're just getting started," he says, coming to stand beside us. His hand reaches out, fingers trailing along my collarbone before trailing them up the sleeve of Elijah’s jacket. "The question is, are you ready for what comes next?"

I watch, fascinated, as Elijah's breath catches. There's a moment of hesitation, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, before it's replaced by a hungry curiosity. "Try me," he challenges.

Mason moves like a rattlesnake, tangling his fingers in Elijah's hair and yanking him up and into a bruising kiss, manhandling him until they are pressed together completely. I watch, mesmerized, as they battle for dominance. There's anger there, and lust, and something wicked that makes my pulse quicken.

When they break apart, both men are panting. Elijah's lips are swollen, his eyes wild. Mason turns to me, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"What do you think, darling? Should we keep him?"

I pretend to consider it as I sit up, trailing a finger down Elijah's chest. "He does have potential," I muse. "And he's certainly pretty to look at."

Elijah's eyes dart between us, a mix of desire and wariness in his expression. But as Mason's hands start to undo his jacket, and my hand rubs against the hard length of him through his pants again, any hesitation melts away.

"Fuck," Elijah groans, his head falling back, his eyes closing briefly. "What have I gotten myself into?"

Mason chuckles sinfully, his fingers deftly unbuttoning Elijah's shirt. "Something far more dangerous and thrilling than you could have imagined," he murmurs, nipping at the skin of Elijah’s throat. "The question is, are you brave enough to see it through? I’ve always wanted to fuck a District Attorney."

As Elijah's shirt and jacket fall to the floor and Mason's hands explore his toned chest, I slide my dress up past my hips, parting my thighs. The sight of them together has me hot and aching. Both men turn to look at me, their eyes hungry.

Elijah's gaze lingers on my exposed pussy, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I think you’re going to be the death of me," he says, his voice rough with desire.

Mason laughs, the sound rich and dark. "Oh, you have no idea," he purrs, his hands deftly undoing Elijah's belt.

In a flash, Mason has Elijah's pants around his ankles. He grips Elijah's hard cock, giving it a few languid strokes that draw a guttural moan from the blond man's throat. Elijah's hips thrust into Mason's hand, seeking more friction.

"Look at you," Mason taunts, his voice a seductive growl. "So desperate for it. I bet you'd beg so prettily for my cock, wouldn't you?"

Elijah's eyes flash with defiance, but it's undercut by the naked lust in his gaze. "Fuck you," he grits out, even as his body betrays him, arching into Mason's touch.

"Oh, I plan to," Mason promises. He turns his eyes to me before looking back at Elijah, his eyes simmering with heat. "But first, I want to watch you fuck my wife. I want to see you lose control inside her tight little cunt."

His filthy words send a shock of pure desire through me. I moan, spreading my legs wider in blatant invitation. "What are you waiting for?" I challenge, my voice breathy with need.

Mason chuckles, guiding Elijah between my thighs. The head of Elijah's cock brushes against my wet folds, and we both groan at the contact. Mason leans in, his breath hot against Elijah's ear.

"Fuck her," he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Fuck her like you mean it, like it's the last fuck you'll ever have. And don't you dare come until I tell you to."

With a growl, Elijah snaps his hips forward, burying himself inside me to the hilt. I cry out, my back arching off the table at the sudden intrusion. He's big, stretching me deliciously, the burn of it skirting the line between pleasure and pain. And I love it.

He sets a brutal pace, pounding into me with almost primal force. Like he is trying to punish me for dragging him into this. Each thrust drags across that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. I'm reduced to a writhing, moaning mess beneath him, my nails raking down his chest hard enough to draw blood.

"Fuck, you feel so good. Why do you have to feel so good?" Elijah pants, his rhythm faltering for a moment as I clench around him. "So fucking tight."

I can feel the tension coiling in my core, building higher and higher with each savage thrust. My breaths come in short, sharp gasps, punctuated by needy whimpers. I'm close, so close, teetering right on the edge of bliss.

"I'm going to—" I manage to choke out, my words cut off by a particularly deep thrust that has me seeing stars.

"Come for me, sweetheart," Mason purrs, his voice dripping with dark promise. "Let go. Show us how pretty you look when you fall apart."

His words are the final push I need. My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my body arching off the table as I cry out in ecstasy. My walls clamp down on Elijah's cock, milking him, trying to draw him deeper.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Elijah groans, his hips stuttering as he fights against his own release. "I can't—"

"Stop," Mason commands sharply. "Don't you dare come yet."

Elijah lets out a frustrated groan, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He stills inside me, panting heavily, his forehead resting against my collarbone. I can feel him throbbing, so close to the edge.

As I come down from my high, I become acutely aware of Mason's presence. My eyes flutter open to see him slowly stripping out of his clothes, each movement deliberate and sensual. His gaze is predatory, locked on us as he wraps a hand around his impressive cock, stroking lazily.

"You two make such a pretty picture," he murmurs, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "But I think we can make it even better."

I watch, transfixed, as Mason reaches for something on the floor. A small bottle appears in his hand, the clear liquid inside catching the dim light. He flicks open the cap and pours a generous amount onto his fingers and cock.

The scent of artificial cherry fills the air as Mason tosses the bottle carelessly onto the pile of discarded clothes. My breath catches in my throat, anticipation coiling low in my belly.

Mason's other hand comes to rest on Elijah's back. The touch is almost tender, a stark contrast to the hunger in his eyes. "Tell me, pretty boy," Mason purrs, his voice a silky caress. "Have you ever been with a man before?"

Elijah, still buried deep inside me, lets out a shaky breath. His blue eyes meet mine, pupils blown wide with lust and a hint of nervousness. "Y-yes," he manages to pant out.

"Good," Mason replies, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "Then you know what's coming next."

I can't tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me. Elijah's face contorts, a kaleidoscope of emotions flickering across his features. His brow furrows, eyes squeezing shut as a low groan escapes his parted lips. The sound vibrates through his chest, transferring to my body where we're still intimately connected.

"Mason," Elijah gasps, his voice strained. "God, that's-"

I watch, mesmerized, as pleasure and discomfort war for dominance on his face. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking beneath the skin. I can only imagine the sensation of Mason's fingers working him open, preparing him for what's to come.

"Tell me how it feels, pretty boy," I murmur, running my hands along Elijah's trembling arms.

He lets out a shaky laugh, blue eyes flying open to meet mine. "Intense," he manages. "So fucking intense."

Suddenly, Elijah's hips jerk forward, driving him deeper into me. The unexpected movement pulls a moan from my throat, pleasure sparking through my oversensitive nerves. I can feel his cock twitching inside me, pulsing with each careful thrust of Mason's fingers.

"Fuck," I breathe, arching my back. "Do that again."

Mason chuckles wickedly from behind Elijah. "Patience, my love. We're just getting started. Use that pretty mouth of yours," he commands, his voice low and rough. "Distract our boy here while I work."

A thrill runs through me at his words. Without hesitation, I wrap my hand around the back of Elijah’s neck, fingers tangling in his soft blonde hair.

"Come here," I growl, yanking him down to crush his lips against mine.

The kiss is brutal from the start - all clashing teeth and battling tongues. Elijah meets my fervor with equal intensity, pouring his frustration and desire into the savage dance of our mouths. I can taste the metallic tang of blood as his teeth catch my bottom lip, tearing the delicate skin.

God, it hurts. But the pain only heightens every sensation, setting my nerve endings on fire.

I pull back just enough to hiss, "Trying to punish me, pretty boy?"

Elijah's laugh is more of a breathless gasp. "Maybe," he pants against my lips. "Is it working?"

"Fuck yes," I groan, diving back in for another bruising kiss.