Chapter 41
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
MASON
When I stepped in from the garage, my eyes caught on Micah’s. He had a naked Dakota hanging over his shoulder, her ass and the backs of her thighs all red, like he’d been spanking her. His pants were open in the front, hanging low on his hips. Blood rushed hot to my groin.
He didn’t stop walking, though. He just continued towards the stairs.
Dakota lifted her head, looking at me while her hair fell around her face, her cheeks blushing, silver locket dangling from her neck.
“Happy birthday, baby,” I said.
“Don’t say that,” she grumbled.
“Mason,” Micah said, not glancing back as he started up the stairs. “Come on.”
I kicked off my boots, aware that Micah was probably going to be annoyed at the wetness dripping all over his floors, but I didn’t really care. I dropped off the food I’d brought in the kitchen, then followed them upstairs.
“I think she wants a threesome for her birthday,” Micah said as he flopped Dakota on the bed.
She looked like she’d been crying but was doing okay now.
The red around her eyes made her so pretty, made the green of her irises more pronounced.
I wondered if the crying had to do with the obvious belt marks on her backside.
“Yeah? Is that what you want, baby?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
“She took two naps today, so I think she’s capable of taking two cocks,” Micah informed, smoothing his palm up her bare thigh. I couldn’t quite read his mood.
I tugged my shirt off and knelt on the bed with Dakota, staring down at her nakedness and flushed skin, my dick already hard and my heart already pumping.
“She looks capable,” I mumbled, holding the back of her neck to bring her mouth to mine as Micah watched. Dakota’s lips parted softly, my tongue sweeping into her yielding mouth, flicking against her own.
I felt the mattress dip as Micah joined us on the bed, his weight tilting Dakota’s limp body in his direction.
My fingers tightened on her neck, teeth nipping at her plush lower lip.
Micah leaned down to kiss the side of her throat, dragging his lips up along her jaw and cheek until he was nudging me off to kiss her mouth.
It took actual effort not to shove him completely off the bed, violent, murderous urges slicing clean through my lustful thoughts. My mind was always so fucked when it came to Micah, and involving Dakota in this storm didn’t help.
But…it was her birthday.
And since she wanted it, I could give her a fucking threesome with my ex.
Jaw tensed, I skimmed my lips down her chest, biting at the curve of her breast hard enough to make her yelp, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I flicked my tongue over her nipple, scraping her flesh with my teeth as I made my way lower.
Every inch of her gorgeous body was bare, available for me to map with my hands or abuse with my mouth.
Her thighs fell apart easily when Micah grazed her lower stomach with his knuckles, his fingers gliding towards the intimate place between them.
I bent her knee to kiss the scar on the bottom of her foot, staring up the inside of her leg to where Micah was fingering her, lewdly spreading her apart so I could see everything.
Her stimulated clit, her obscenely-wet entrance.
The knot of heat in my stomach was getting more and more impossible to ignore, twisting miserable and hot and aroused.
I need to be inside her.
Micah’s kapnos was strong, and only getting stronger, his body language encouraging my insanity. He was almost shaking with his restraint. My gaze flicked to the back of Dakota’s lifted thigh.
He put these marks on her.
I envisioned how focused he must’ve looked while he laid those bruises across her flesh, how hard his cock would’ve been…
A tortured groan rumbled in my throat as I laid up on the bed next to Dakota, cupping my bulge. Micah was on the other side of her doing the same thing. He rolled her body to face mine, massaging her breast as he pushed his clothed erection against her ass, grinding, making her arch and squirm.
“You’re going to fuck both of us at the same time,” Micah said roughly, stroking his thumb over her aroused nipple. “Mason in your pussy and me in your ass.”
Dakota nodded desperately, eyes latching on mine.
I held eye contact as my indecent touch roamed her body. Groping her ass, pushing between her thighs to stroke her cunt and pinch her clit.
“You ready for that?” I murmured, my cock swelling even further at the thought of Dakota’s body being stretched to accommodate such a massive intrusion.
“Yes!” she yelped when Micah tweaked her nipple.
There was no further discussion.
I shoved my sweats and boxers off my hips, rolling onto my back as Micah unleashed his own cock and guided Dakota to straddle me. Her lower lip was nervously caught between her teeth, her breathing shallower, my cock bumping against her pussy.
No going back now, baby.
You wanted this…
Micah ducked his head low behind her, dragging his tongue over her ass, tracing all the lines he’d whipped into her supple skin, tension lining his shoulders, his biceps.
Then he straightened up, a darkly-dangerous fire burning in his stare.
I sucked in a breath when he grabbed my cock and angled it against Dakota’s pussy without delay, guiding me to her entrance.
It was so perversely erotic, watching him use my body to penetrate her, watching his hand wrapped around my hard shaft as he steadily pushed me inside of Dakota.
So. Fucking. Tight.
Her expression turned vulnerable, her mouth falling open on a strangled gasp.
Micah released me and pushed Dakota’s hips down so my cock was entirely buried inside of her, the back of her trembling thighs flush to my hipbones, another choked noise escaping her.
“Yeah, baby girl?” he mumbled, fingers curling on the creases of her thighs, his lips coasting along the side of her neck. “Does he feel big?”
“Fuck,” I groaned, tilting my head back, remembering the first time he asked her that. The night before Aamon saw her in her trailer, the night when Micah and I simultaneously fingered her…
“You’re allowed to say yes,” he continued, brushing her hair aside to bite and suck the delicate skin on her throat. “I know he does.”
Micah’s hand shifted to Dakota’s low stomach, fingers pressing firm against her belly, massaging, giving her continual pressure as helpless moans fell weakly from her lips. Her pussy fluttered and tightened, her hips rolling, Micah’s hold encouraging her to grind down on me.
“Yes…” she whimpered, breathless.
He grasped her chin and turned her head, bringing their open mouths together.
I could see his tongue slipping into her mouth as he massaged her breasts with one hand, alternating between them, rubbing his fingers over her nipples.
He kept the heel of his other hand pressing low on her stomach, holding that unrelenting pressure, his fingertips slipping lower, seeking her clit.
“You know how this works,” Micah said against her mouth, his eyes sliding half-open to watch her needy expression. “I choose who you get to fuck and how.”
A helpless nod.
There was something about watching how easily Dakota submitted to him that turned me all the way on.
Micah had grabbed lube at some point, and I could sense that he was starting to stretch Dakota with his fingers, working one inside her ass, then two.
She was already sweating, already shaking, overwhelmed by the fullness of having something in both her holes, her harsh exhales shattering on Micah’s cruel lips.
I couldn’t even imagine how she’d feel with the full length of Micah’s cock shoved inside of her.
His impatience was palpable—and so was mine, to be fair—but he didn’t rush the process of preparing her for his size. I knew he’d wanted her ass from the start, and I had to believe this carnal desire made his tolerance wane.
She looked like she’d taken it like this before, though. He’d been prepping her for this.
I wished I could’ve seen it, seen Micah fuck her ass for the first time. It pissed me off, actually, that I hadn’t been there.
But there wasn’t much time to consider it before Micah was bending her forward, her spine bowing.
“Arch your back,” he instructed, pumping his length.
He aligned himself then slowly, torturously, began to push inside her.
He had one hand anchored on her hip to guide him, and the other moved all across her body, steadying and comforting her. She was breathing quick and shallow, eyes squeezed shut, hands curled into fists on my chest.
He made eye contact with me over her shoulder and I could practically hear his voice in my ear.
Do you feel that?
Do you feel me?
Yes. Yes, I fucking do.
It was the closest I’d come to fucking him face to face in two decades.
I could feel his cock begin to slide in and out of her, the hard shape rubbing along my own erection buried deep in Dakota’s pussy. She rolled her hips a tiny bit, shifting desperately, trying to adjust to taking us both at the same time inside of her.
It was such a viciously snug fit.
Her wet pussy and perfect ass, gripping two big dicks wedged inside her.
Micah looked fucking feral.
And then he started to move. Really move.
Lengthening his thrusts, pushing in deep, using her to find his pleasure.
The ridge of his cock bumped against mine, squeezed tight together by Dakota’s perfect body. I was going to come from the sensation of that alone. Not even fucking her, just feeling Micah fuck her. Dakota folded forward, clinging to me, her face pressed to the side of my neck as she panted.
I held eye contact with Micah, blue and brown, locked together like they used to be.
His gaze drifted all over my face, down to my mouth, then skimming up my jaw and cheekbone, before returning to meet my own.
I did the same to him, staring at his sculpted lips and straight nose, the brutal perfection of his face.
His abdomen was taut, quads flexing, shoulders bunching.
A fluid line of muscle above the angelic girl between us.
He fucked her harder, deeper, rougher. So deep she’d never get him out.