Primal

13. Poppy

Chapter 13

Poppy

I was a mess. What was wrong with me? I had to be some kind of sick, twisted person to have these feelings inside of me.

I was so horny I could scream, and the worst part was I ached to be filled by the two men who I absolutely shouldn’t have wanted to fuck. Ever. My dad and stepdad. Was it even possible to find two people more off-limits to me?

I thought about Mason sneaking into my room last night and shuddered.

God, we’ve already crossed a massive line. Although, I wasn’t the one that initiated it. I did not even agree to it. He was the one who came in here and put his hands on me.

But you liked it.

I more than liked it. Did that make me a freak? The man was married to my mother. He undoubtedly slept with her regularly. That fact should’ve disgusted me, but when I looked at his hot body, I didn’t really care. After what happened last night, I craved his cock, no matter who he’d sunk it into.

Then, there was my dad. I had to be out of my mind to grow wet between my legs at the thought of that kiss. It was short, but so damn powerful I felt like it would be impossible to be near him without throwing myself at the man.

My dad . The man that raised me for the first ten years of my life.

It didn’t matter he wasn’t around much after that, or that I rarely saw him even now. He was my flesh and blood.

This was wrong, wrong, wrong.

But the clenching need deep inside of me didn’t care if it was wrong. I felt like a primal hunger had been awakened inside of me, and I couldn’t shove it down and ignore it, no matter how hard I tried.

It would be different if I could just leave here, escape the temptation created by these two men. That wasn’t an option though. We were stuck under the same roof for at least another day or two, according to the weather report.

Joey was here too, somewhere. I hadn’t seen him since this morning, and I suspected he spent the day out on the porch so he could avoid me. I doubted he was truly upset about the breakup, other than the inconvenience of losing his doormat of a girlfriend, but it probably bothered him I was the one to do the dumping. The guy was controlling as fuck, and I was sure it hurt his pride when I ended things between us. I knew he was hoping for an early break in the weather so he could leave. I was too.

Then, you could be alone with them.

No, I didn’t want that. I was locked up in my room because I was trying to avoid them. I didn’t want to be near Mason or my dad at all.

Yeah, right. Liar.

I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore the voice in my head as I paced the room, a reaction to stress I seemed to have inherited from my father. A knock suddenly came at my bedroom door. I’d been holed up in here for the past two hours, ever since that confusing kiss.

“Poppy?” Mason’s voice came from the other side of the locked door, and my pussy tightened at the sound. I had the crazy urge to throw the door open and drag him inside, begging him to show me all of the things he said he could teach me about pleasure. “I made dinner. Are you hungry?”

Yes.

“No,” I called out. There was no way I could sit at the kitchen island with Mason and my dad after what had happened in the last twenty-four hours. I couldn’t handle that. “I’m going to skip dinner.”

There was a pause and then the doorknob rattled, as if he tried to open it before discovering it was locked. A sigh came from him.

“I’ll save you a plate. You can heat it up later if you change your mind.”

I didn’t respond, and I heard his footsteps walking away a moment later. Anxious, guilty, and so turned on I could hardly stand it, I felt like I was going to go crazy in this room.

Remembering Joey brought along some alcohol for this week, just in case the cabin wasn’t fully stocked, I turned to the closet where his suitcase still sat and opened it up. There was a full bottle of pineapple vodka inside.

Hopefully it would calm my nerves. Twisting the cap off, I tilted the thing back, taking a gulp. It burned, and the sweetness of the pineapple flavor wasn’t nearly enough to overpower the strong alcohol flavor. I had a full-body shudder as I swallowed the shit, but that didn’t stop me from going back for another gulp.

Sitting on the foot of the bed, I drank more of the vodka and tried to talk myself out of being attracted to my father and stepfather. But the funny thing about attraction was that you couldn’t control it. You couldn’t force yourself to want someone and, unfortunately for me, you couldn’t turn off the desire for a person just because you wanted to be a normal woman who did not want to fuck her father figures.

Or maybe that was normal. I took another gulp of the vodka as I thought about it. Wasn’t there some Freudian thing about this? The desire to fuck your mom or something? I supposed it could be applied the other way around.

Yeah, it totally could. I could write a book about this, become famous like that old guy. I could see it now: The Poppy Cartwright Theory. It’s not just about mothers anymore! I chuckled at that. Then, it became full-blown laughter I couldn’t control.

Okay, this was happening. I needed to get to work. Maybe my dad could help me? What better project to work on together than a book about banging the fuck out of each other?

I stood as I nodded in agreement with my own thoughts, and the world spun around me. Wait a minute, how much did I drink? I lifted the bottle in my hand and saw a third of it was gone. I blinked and wondered how much time had passed since Mason came to invite me down for dinner. It didn’t seem like long to me, but I was suddenly realizing I was drunk.

That was what I got for drinking on an empty stomach.

Setting the vodka on my nightstand, I tried to get my thoughts in order, but they scattered like dust on the wind. That thought made me think of my hike with Joey just a couple of days ago. He was so useless, couldn’t even enjoy being surrounded by beauty on all sides. He couldn’t appreciate anything.

I knew Mason would’ve liked it. He probably would have been talking the whole time. He was good at conversation. My dad was quieter, but there was something about his quiet steadiness that melted my insides.

I glanced at my bedroom door and thought about going downstairs. I wanted to be near them. It didn’t have to turn into anything sexual.

My pussy protested the thought by aching to be filled, but I ignored it and strode to the door, even though I was little unsteady on my feet. As I reached the door and flung it open, I let out a surprised squeal when I saw Mason standing there, his hand raised as if he was about to knock.

He was wearing a pair of swim trunks and nothing else. I sucked in a sharp breath as my eyes roamed over his broad chest and tight abs. He had sculpted arms and rock-hard thighs. This was a body created through hard work, and I wanted to lick every inch of exposed skin.

I forced my eyes to go back to his face and found him smiling broadly. Clearly, he liked it when I checked him out.

“Hey, sweetheart. I was about to get in the hot tub. Why don’t you join me?”

The hot tub was one of the reasons I booked this cabin. It was on the enclosed back porch, and I’d imagined soaking in it with Joey.

That wasn’t going to happen now, but it would be a shame not to enjoy the thing anyway, right? I knew I shouldn’t get in the hot tub with Mason. There was still a little logic in my drunk mind that told me to decline the offer, but I found myself nodding in agreement anyway.

Mason’s smile grew bigger, and it felt like a reward for good behavior to see his face lit up like that.

“I’ll change and be right down.”

Pulling out the red bikini that I brought, I thought about whether or not it was a good idea to wear it in front of Mason. Was I asking for trouble if I put it on? But what was the alternative? I couldn’t very well get into the hot tub with my clothes on.

That left going in naked.

Barely pausing to consider the idea, I pulled on the bikini and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. Leaving the bedroom, I felt so exposed, as I second-guessed my decision to wear this with every step.

As a bigger girl, I often chose swimwear that covered me better. Last summer, I wore a two-piece with a tankini top that covered most of my stomach. My tits looked great in it, but I wanted something bolder this year. When I was preparing for this trip, I thought I’d be here alone with Joey. He’d seen me naked plenty of times, so I bought myself a bikini that barely covered my body at all. Triangles of fabric on my breasts left little to the imagination, and my stomach was completely exposed. The bottom of the bikini had ties on the sides and I fiddled with the ends as I reached the bottom of the stairs. Moving through the empty living room, I started to feel nervous.

Maybe I was sobering up a bit, because this suddenly did not seem like a great idea. I knew without being told walking out onto the back porch to join Mason would lead to more of what happened last night. Things would probably go ever further.

No matter how much I wanted that, I still felt as if I was doing something wrong.

I had a decision to make. I was at a crossroads. If I went onto the back porch, it didn’t mean I was just going to give in to whatever Mason wanted, but I knew it opened the door for him to try to seduce me.

Oh, who was I kidding? There would be no trying.

Still, I moved through the kitchen and opened the door that led to the back porch. Because it was enclosed, the air conditioning was coming through vents in the floor, making the room cool enough to contrast the heat coming from the hot tub positioned in the middle of the space. There were windows surrounding the porch, and I knew the view from here would be amazing if it wasn’t so dark and rainy outside.

Mason was already in the hot tub, sitting on the built-in bench and leaning his back against the side, his arms stretched out on either side of his body. The jets were on, creating bubbles that blocked my view of most of his body, but I knew he was naked under there because the trunks he was wearing earlier were tossed onto a wicker chair in the corner.

“Come in,” he demanded.

His eyes raked over me, and my skin broke out in goose bumps everywhere his gaze landed. I moved as if on autopilot, walking up the three steps leading to the hot tub and throwing a leg over. My toe dipped into the water, and I gasped.

“It’s so hot!”

Mason chuckled. “That’s sort of the point.”

I rolled my eyes and slowly lowered myself into the water, giving my skin time to adjust to the temperature inch by inch. Mason watched me without a word until I was settled onto the bench across from him. I leaned back, letting out a sigh of contentment as I relaxed. Almost immediately, the heat of the water started to ease the ache of my back muscles, and a small smile stretched across my face as I closed my eyes. Having a large chest was often seen as a blessing by others who were jealous of my double Ds, but they didn’t understand carrying around so much weight on the front of my body put a strain on my upper back.

“You okay over there, sweetheart?”

I hummed and nodded. “I’m going to have to get one of these.”

“Don’t you live in an apartment?”

“Yeah. I’ll have to transform my living room or something. Who needs a couch when you can have a hot tub?”

“I doubt your landlord will approve of that plan.”

The amusement I could hear in his voice had me opening my eyes and looking over at him. His eyes were trained on me with intense focus, and I felt my cheeks flush in a way that had nothing to do with the heat of the hot tub.

“You’re no fun. Can’t I just have the fantasy of an apartment hot tub for a few minutes?”

Mason moved smoothly through the water, heading over to take a seat next to me on the bench. I straightened my spine, awareness of his hard body making me tense. I was used to dealing with boys when it came to flirting and desire. They tended to be cautious and timid. Or they tried to play it cool, acting indifferent until I initiated the flirting. It always felt like a game.

But Mason was no uncertain boy. His movements were sure as he put his hands on my hips, turning my body to face him. “If it’s a fantasy you want, I’m happy to oblige.”

Doubt reared its head as Mason’s mouth latched onto my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. I placed my hands on his chest and tried not to lose myself in the desire I felt. Instead, I pushed against his hard pecs.

It was useless. He was too strong. He didn’t budge.

“M-Mason, we can’t. This isn’t right. You shouldn’t?—”

“Hush, sweetheart,” he murmured in my ear. “I don’t want to hear your fake protests.”

My jaw dropped and I managed to pull my head back to stare into his face, even as he tightened his hold on my hips to keep me in place.

“They’re not fake!” I snapped. “I don’t want this.”

The words didn’t even sound true to my own ears, and the smirk on Mason’s face told me he didn’t buy it for one second.

Mason shifted his hands to my ass, squeezing as he pulled me closer. My legs automatically parted, as if my body had a mind of its own. I felt Mason’s cock, hard and long, press against my pussy, the tip rubbing along my slit and sending shocks of pleasure when it brushed my clit. The only thing separating us was the thin fabric of my bikini bottoms, and I bit my lip in an attempt to hold in a moan.

“Look at you, fighting against your own pleasure,” Mason said in a husky voice. “Maybe I need to show you how to embrace it.”

I told myself to fight against him harder, to be more insistent about him letting me go, but lust made my mind hazy, my thoughts difficult to hold on to. There was a fire burning inside of me, threatening to expand into an all-consuming inferno, and I just didn’t have the strength to fight it.

“How will you do that?” I asked in a small voice. It was just a simple question, but as soon as the words left my mouth, I knew there was no turning back. I’d just revealed to Mason I was interested in what he was offering, and I’d learned last night he was in the business of giving me what my body craves, even when I fight against him.

In answer to my question, he lifted himself out of the hot tub, settling his bare ass on the side. He was right in front of me, his hard cock inches from my face. I stared at it, licking my lips. He was long and thick, much bigger than Joey, and everything inside of me tightened up with need. A whimper escaped my lips as he fisted his erection and started to jerk himself off. A bead of moisture appeared at the tip of his cock, and my tongue darted out to lick my lips.

“Taste it,” Mason said, bringing his free hand around to grip my hair. He pulled me closer without waiting for a response, and I couldn’t bring myself to deny him.

My lips parted, and I slid my tongue around the thick head of his cock before lapping at the tip. The salty flavor exploded on my tongue, and I needed to taste more of him with a desperation that had me opening wide to take him deep inside of my mouth. My lips closed around his shaft as his cock hit the back of my throat. I gagged and tried to pull back, but Mason still had his hand in my hair, and he held me in place. My hands tightened on his thighs, and I made a strangled sound of protest as I fought against him.

“Relax your throat, sweetheart. You can take more of me. I want to feel more of your hot mouth wrapped around my cock.”

I hated my body responded to his dominating behavior. My nipples grew tight and my pussy grew slick.

“That’s right, that’s a good girl,” he said, and I realized getting turned on by his words distracted me enough to allow my throat to relax. He was slowly stroking himself in and out of my mouth, and tears filled my eyes as I took him deeper into my throat than I’d ever taken Joey. “You’re doing so well, taking my cock down your throat.”

I’d never enjoyed being face fucked like this before, but there was something about the firm way he used my body for his pleasure combined with his gentle praise made my lust soar. I was completely lost in his act.

Then, the door opened. My eyes shot open, and I looked over to see my dad walk into the room. Panic shot through me, and I startled to struggle against Mason again, trying to get him to release me.

I couldn’t keep doing this in front of my dad!

But Mason seemed to think otherwise. He now had both hands buried in my hair as he rolled his hips up and back, no longer being gentle as he fucked my face. Pushing against his legs and letting out muffled protests did nothing to deter him.

“There you are,” Mason said, and I was shocked to realize he was talking to my dad in such a casual voice as he drove his cock into my mouth over and over. “We’ve got ourselves a talented girl here.”

I expected my dad to put a stop to this, for the two men to get into another heated argument, but that didn’t happen. Instead, he moved over to the chair with Mason’s swim trunks, taking a seat as he watched us.

“Looks like she’s a hell of a cocksucker,” Dad said, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. What. The. Fuck? It felt surreal to watch him stroke himself slowly as we watched the two of us. “You like the way his thick meat fills your mouth, princess?”

Of course, I couldn’t answer, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him, even as Mason kept using my mouth, his groans thick in the air.

Dad was just as big as Mason, maybe even a little longer, and he worked his cock with firm strokes, squeezing the tip of his cock between his thumb and forefinger. I squirmed in the water, desperate to be filled.

By him. By my father.

God, I was depraved. And that just turned me on even more.

Mason suddenly pulled hard on my hair, yanking me off of his cock. “Get out of the hot tub,” he commanded, his voice suddenly hard and deep.

I did not even consider defying him. Dripping water into the wood floor, I stepped out of the hot tub right after him. Mason spun me around, his large hand between my shoulder blades forcing me to bend forward. My hands landed on the side of the hot tub where he was just sitting, and I trembled as the cool air in the room hit my heated skin.

Then, my bikini bottoms were yanked down. I whipped my head in my dad’s direction again, hardly able to believe he was still watching this without interfering. Was he really about to watch me get fucked?

“Spread your legs, princess,” Dad said, almost lazily. “Arch your back to make it easy for your stepdaddy to slip inside.”

Again, my body reacted to the command without input from my brain. I felt like none of this was a conscious decision on my part. My body was reacting to the desire these two men created inside of me, and I was helpless to fight it.

So, I spread my legs and arched my back. Mason’s hands ran over my ass and thighs, and I felt him press up close behind me. His cock nudged against my entrance, and my breath left me in a rush. This was really going to happen. Oh my God.

Just like in the hot tub, there was nothing tentative about Mason. He didn’t slowly ease himself inside of me or make sure I wanted this. His hands held my hips in a bruising grip, snapping his hips forward and burying himself all the way to the hilt in one single thrust.

The sound that came out of me was part pain, part pleasure, and it only scratched the surface of what I felt as Mason pulled his hips back, this cock dragging against my pussy walls in a way I’d never felt before. God, I was stretched so tight around him, and the sensations coming from him riding me were completing overwhelming. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I moaned loudly, not even caring if Joey was still outside or if he was in the living now, listening to this.

In fact, I did not give a damn about anything outside of this room. All that existed for me was Mason’s cock driving in and out of me and my dad’s eyes burning into us. My knuckles were white where I gripped the side of the hot tub, and my legs trembled from the force of Mason taking me so hard.

“My God, look at what a good little slut you are,” Dad said. “Wet and moaning in pleasure. So fucking hot. Tell me how she feels Mason.”

“She’s tight and wet,” Mason replied, smacking my ass. “It’s like she’s trying to suck my soul out through my cock. You have to try this, man.”

“In good time. For now, I’ll just watch you ravage her. She’s so fucking sexy like this.”

The way they talked about me as if I was an object instead of a person should have felt degrading, but it wasn’t like that for me. I felt cherished.

Mason’s big hands left my hips and reached around to cup my breasts. His fingers roughly tugged on my nipples just as he drove himself in deep, and my orgasm exploded out of me. Every muscle in my body locked up tight, and I opened my mouth in a silent scream.

“Look at her come on your cock,” Dad said, the strain in his voice making me open my eyes even as I was in the throes of my climax. His hand was gliding up and down his erection faster than ever, and his face twisted in pleasure. “So fucking hot. Ride her harder, Mason. Fuck her so hard she feels you for days.”

I watched him stroke his cock while Mason did exactly as he said, bending his knees to drive himself up into my pussy with rough thrusts that brought me to my tiptoes. It felt like he was trying to split me in half, and I didn’t even mind. It felt so good.

“Holy fuck,” Mason cried out before going still, his cock deep inside as it erupted.

I felt him coat my insides as he shuddered, my eyes locked on to my dad’s as he slowly stood from the chair and headed my way. There was a wicked gleam in his eye, and I didn’t know what was coming next.

Things had changed tonight, and I was done overthinking this. All I knew in that moment was I loved getting used by these men, and I wanted more.