Rowena POV
I wrap my arms around Tristan's neck and lift myself up and down. The friction is taking away the heat, but not enough. My skin still feels like it is on fire. Mason is gripping my n*****s and twisting them between his fingers.
I am whimpering with need. I slam myself harder onto Tristan's c**k, but I can feel myself getting frustrated.
"I need you both," I whine.
Tristan looks over my shoulder at Mason. Mason grips my breasts firmly with his palms, and I lean back onto his chest.
"Please," I whimper.
Tristan lifts me off his c**k, and Mason helps me to my feet. The fire under my skin has returned, and tears are burning my eyes. I don't think I can handle another moment of this heat.
Tristan rubs a towel down my body and takes me from Mason. Tristan le
