Chapter 24
TWENTY-FOUR
MASE
The movie continues playing, and my eyes drift around the living room, unable to remember a time when we used this room during my childhood.
My fingers play with the silky tendrils of Summer’s wavy hair, and my cock twitches with each breath she takes.
Her face is resting in my lap, and I’m unsure whether the move was strategic or not, but as her hot breath filters through the fabric of my gym shorts, I have a sudden need to feel her lips around the velvety flesh of my cock.
Travis has been asleep for the past half hour, so I decide to risk it.
Let’s face it, he isn’t interested in my girl.
Nope, if anything, he’s more interested in me, and that’s actually pretty fucking fine by me.
I’m not in the least bit curious about the same sex, but the idea of someone watching me, someone wanting me for sex, has my cock stiffening with joy.
The whole delving into my fantasies is like a reawakening, something I’ve embraced with the time I’ve spent with Summer, and something I intend to continue exploring.
“Sum?” I nudge her. “I want you to suck me, Sum.”
I shuffle my ass to tug my shorts down and pull my cock from its confines.
Summer lifts her head from my lap and quickly looks toward Trav. “He’s asleep,” I confirm.
As soon as her wet mouth encompasses me, I hiss between my teeth in pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so damn good.”
She suckles on me at first, making my cock harder by the second. I dig my fingers into her hair, pushing her head up and down as I struggle to rein in the need to face-fuck her.
Something else Tara never allowed me to do.
“You look so damn beautiful stuffed full of me.” She looks up at me from beneath her lashes, and satisfaction hits me in the way her mouth is stretched wide over my thickness. “Look at you stretching so perfectly for me.” I groan with satisfaction. “Such a good girl for me.”
A sharp intake of breath has my eyes snapping toward Trav. He sits there with wide eyes staring back in our direction, witnessing my girl taking me.
My balls pull up and my grip on Summer’s hair tightens as Trav’s and my gazes remain locked in a moment of indecisiveness. I should tell her to stop. Give her an out. Tell him to leave.
He should leave. Walk away from this moment we’re sharing, but we both remain frozen.
Summer pops off my cock, and Trav’s eyes grow wider, causing my cock to jump.
Holy shit, he’s looking at my cock. I glance down at his jeans, and a rush of exhilaration zips up my spine when I make out the obvious bulge.
He’s turned on. He wants to watch this; he wants to watch my thick cock being forced down Summer’s throat.
Holy fuck, that’s hot.
I wrap my hand around my thick cock and hit Summer on her chin with it. Then I spit, delivering her with a string of saliva that drips down her plush lips and onto her chest. Fuck, that’s hot. “Suck, sweet girl,” I grunt out. “Lick the head. Show Travis what a good girl you are for me.”
Her eyes flare with arousal, and she slides off the sofa and kneels between my legs on the floor, allowing Trav the perfect view to witness the show we’re about to put on.
And just like that, a switch has been flipped, and I welcome the feeling of power.
“Tip your head back and open your mouth first,” I demand, my tone now full of dominance and darkness, just how I like.
I slide the straps of her camisole down enough to free her tits. Only I can see them from this position, and my mouth waters to feel her peaked nipples on my tongue.
She does as I ask, then I lean over her and yank her hair, tipping her head back farther.
“Like this, beautiful.”
Her neck elongates, and I slowly deliver a steady stream of spittle into her open mouth, then another stream that runs down her chin and neck. All the while, I stroke my thick cock up and down.
“So, fucking beautiful on your knees for me, sweet girl. Beg to suck on my cock.”
She struggles to swallow, and my cock jumps with anticipation. “Pl-please.”
“Please what? Say the words, Summer,” I grind out.
My hand works faster, and Travis’s heavy breathing ramps up my arousal.
“Please feed me your cock, Mase.”
“Holy fuck.” Travis’s heavy pants fill the air, along with the fast stroking of my cock giving me the confidence I crave.
“Get your cock out, Trav. Let’s see you come from my girl choking on her brother’s thick cock.”
A strangled sound leaves his throat, and when I glance up, he makes quick work of unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his cock from his boxers.
“Jesus, Trav. You hard?” I know he is, but I want him to admit it, admit how much this turns him on.
“Yes.” His hand works up and down his length. “So fucking hard.”
“You want me to choke her with it?”
His hooded eyes meet mine. “Yes. Choke her with it.” His voice is dark and has an intensity to it that has me fisting my cock faster, my grip becoming painful.
“You want me to fill her hole with my thick cum?” I bite out, and my balls draw up.
“Holy fuck, yes. Do it,” he heaves, the aggression in his tone evident.
“Please, I need it,” Summer begs so beautifully, and I lean over her, delivering the first splash of my hot cum to her waiting tongue.
It hits her cheek, her nose, then I aim it down her neck and over her bare tits.
It feels like my supply of cum is never-ending, and hearing Travis experience his own peak only adds to my experience.
“Ahhh, fuck,” Travis roars into the room, and I drop back against the couch, completely spent.
Summer swipes at her mouth, and I chuckle when she grimaces as her hand touches her cheek. “It’s everywhere.” She smiles back at me. “You’re very messy, Mase. You need better aim.”
“My aim was perfect.” Grinning down at her lazily, I move to adjust her top and push her straps back in place. I take her chin in the palm of my hand. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever set eyes on. I don’t know how the hell I got so lucky to have caught you.”
Emotion washes over her face, and she blinks away unshed tears.
“Pretty sure it was all thanks to an app where she sold her body. Against my wishes, I might add,” Travis delivers while tucking his spent cock back into his jeans.
“You come?” I lift an eyebrow in his direction.
“Fuck yes. Hot as hell.” He swallows thickly. “Thanks, man.”
I nod at him, then move to my feet and lift Summer into my arms. “I’m going to spend the rest of the night appreciating this hot little body while thanking Oscar O’Connell for being a pure genius,” I state, and Summer wraps her legs around my waist.
“Who?” Trav shouts as I head through the door.
“The Mafia!”
“The fucking what?” he screeches, making Summer and me laugh as I turn and head up the stairs.
“Do you think this Oscar guy can help with something else too?”
I pull back to peer into Summer’s eyes. “Like what?”
She chews on her lip.
“Anything you need I can help you with, Sum. You’ll never need anyone again, not while you have me.”
“But I don’t know how long I’ll have you for.” It’s like she’s trying to tell me something without uttering the words. I search her face, and something cold slithers down my spine, and I come to a stop.
I open my mouth to ask her, but she shakes her head, and her soft, salty lips brush over mine, seeking access. When her tongue prods at my mouth, I become completely consumed by this girl.