Epilogue-Poppy
One Year Later
M y heart was tattooing a pattern against my ribcage as I drove toward the cabin. I was so excited to be back here. It had been a long year since we all left, the day the storm passed.
The first thing I did when I got back was check on Joey. I didn’t have feelings for him any longer, but I had to know if he made it home okay. He might have royally pissed me off, but I knew I’d never get over the guilt if he’d died in a flash flood after we kicked him out of the cabin.
Luckily, I found him alive and well. He was just as much of a selfish pain in the ass as always, so that was the last conversation I ever had with the jerk.
I found it easier to stand up to him than ever before, and I knew that was in large part due to my dad and Mason. Our time in the cabin together showed me I was special and strong, giving me courage I didn’t think I would have ever found without them.
I had more of a backbone now, and I wasn’t ever going to let anyone treat me the way Joey had ever again. I was better than that, and I deserved respect.
Over the past year, I knew my dad and Mason had reignited their friendship. They were close now, like they had been since high school, and I was proud of my dad for finally getting past what happened when they were teenagers.
When it came to my relationship with them, we all just acted like everything was completely normal. We never told anyone about the booking mix-up that resulted in the three of us staying in the same cabin last year. And we’d all sworn no one would ever know what we got up to. Axel quit his job at the law firm. He took up a consulting job, helping small businesses mitigate legal matters. Mason filed for divorce from my mom, and all three of us found out that she also had a guy on the side the whole time she was married to Mason. Unfortunately the house they bought together was taking longer than usual to sell, and they both were still living it
The cabin came into view, and I squealed from behind the wheel of my rental. It was just as beautiful as I remembered, and this time, the forecast wasn’t calling for rain. It was supposed to be nice and we’d all decided to stay a full week.
I could hardly wait. Although, I was sure we’d spend a lot of time inside, no matter what the weather was like.
I pulled up in front of the cabin and noticed there was another car parked there. Without even grabbing my suitcase, I quickly made my way inside. The smile on my face grew wider as I swung open the door to see my dad waiting for me. I ran towards him and embraced him in a tight hug, feeling overjoyed to finally see him again.
So much had happened in a year. He’d finished his book and gotten it published. Now, he was gearing up to go on a book tour next week. I was so proud of him. There was a light in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. I was just glad he was pursuing his passion, doing what made him happy. I always knew he didn’t love being a lawyer, but he stuck with it, at first because he had a family to provide for, and later, because it was a way to keep himself busy when his life fell apart.
He recently told me the truth about the divorce between him and my mom, and I was furious. I couldn’t believe she’d done that. All this time, she let me believe he just walked out on us, and I resented him for it for so damn long.
Now, I knew better.
Dad released me with a kiss to the top of my head and to be honest it was entirely too formal for my liking. “Fuck, I missed you baby girl” he said, pulling me to sit down on the couch beside him.
I was going to wait until Mason arrived to share my good news, but I was practically vibrating with excitement already.
“I just found out my fashion line is going to be featured in a fashion show next month. This is it, it’s my big break.”
I was thrilled about this, and the way Dad reacted with equal excitement touched a place deep in my soul. It felt so good to know I had people on my side these days. Two people who I could depend on.
He was hugging me while telling me how proud he was when the door of the cabin opened again and Mason came strolling in.
“Hey, baby doll. What’s going on? Are we happy hugging or comfort hugging?”
I laughed and told him about the upcoming fashion show.
“Wow, I’m really happy for you, sweetheart. I knew you had the talent,” Mason said.
“And you haven’t even seen my newest designs,” I pointed out, adding a sultry note to my voice they both picked up on, if the way their eyes darkened was anything to go by. “Would you like to see my newest design?”
Dad licked his lips. “Fuck, yes, Poppy. Show us.”
I reached down to grab the bottom the navy blue dress I was wearing. Pulling it off over my head, I tossed it away and stood before both men in one of the newest designs of lingerie I came up with just last month. It was all black lace and red bows, barely covering anything but managing to mostly keep my large breasts in place. I knew I looked damn good in it, but it was still nice to see the way they both looked like they wanted to devour me.
They moved toward me as one, hands reaching for my body. Dad got to me first, pulling into his arms and lifting me up off my feet as I squealed. My arms went around his neck, and my lips fused with his. His big hands cupped my ass, and I felt his erection pressed against my aching pussy.
God, I had wanted this for so long. No other man I’d slept with the past year could compare to these two, and I was already aching inside for both of them.
Mason came up tight behind me, and I felt my bra being unhooked as he pressed a kiss to my shoulder. My body shivered from being sandwiched between two hard-bodied men like this.
My bra came off, and Mason’s hands cupped my breasts from behind. It felt so good to have his hands on me again, and my back arched, breaking my kiss with my dad. His mouth trailed down my neck, tasting and teasing.
“Oh yes, Daddy,” I moaned loudly. “Mason, it feels so good.”
“I need to taste you,” Mason said, stepping back. “Fuck, Axel, please. Put her down and let me swallow her sweet come before we get started.”
Dad’s hold on me tightened for a brief second before I found myself being lowered until my feet were back on the ground. I was spun around and kissed hard, Mason shoving his tongue down my throat as he walked us backward to the couch. My mind was whirling, and the ache between my legs was driving me crazy.
I was only wearing the cute underwear of my lingerie set, and it was clear the owner of the cabin had fixed the air conditioning since last year because it was cool enough in the room to make goose bumps break out over my exposed skin.
Mason pushed me down onto the couch and positioned himself on the cushion between my thighs. Yanking down my panties, he tossed them to my dad, who was sitting in one of the chairs by the fireplace. He caught them and brought the damp fabric to his nose, inhaling.
“So wet for us already. Just like a good little girl.” Dad moaned.
Mason tossed my legs over his shoulders, burying his face between my legs as he devoured me. His tongue was everywhere, exploring my folds while he slid his fingers in and out of me.
“I fucking dreamed of tasting this sweet pussy again,” he murmured, raising his head just enough to meet my eyes. The burning intensity I saw there stole my breath. “When you came over for the holidays, I almost went to your room every night. God, sweetheart, it was torture to be so close to you and unable to do this.”
His tongue swirled around my clit, and I screamed as my first orgasm of the week crashed through me, making my toes curl and my thighs tighten around him. I rode his face through the orgasm, unable to stop myself. It was just so damn good, and by the time I collapsed, boneless, onto the couch, the inside of my thighs felt chafed by his neatly trimmed beard.
Totally worth it.
I was dazed as I lay there for a moment. The next thing I knew, I was being pulled off the couch by my arm and dragged to the kitchen. My dad had stripped down to nothing during Mason’s feast of my pussy, and I shuddered at the sight of his cock, realizing that sometime in the past year, he’d gotten a piercing. There was a steel barbell going through the head of his cock, the metal shinning in the light of the kitchen.
“You like?” he asked, even as he guided be to bend over the kitchen island.
“I…did it hurt?” I asked.
“A little pain makes the pleasure, better, right?”
He smiled wickedly, and I thought about the conversation we had last year in the shower about the bruises on my body. I told him then the pain was worth it, but I was still shocked to see the piercing.
And I wanted to feel it inside of me.
He didn’t keep me waiting for long. Nudging at my ankles with his foot, he spread my legs wider before lining up at my entrance and thrusting deep inside. I let out a startled yelp at the force of his cock driving into my body, and I scrambled to find something to hold on to, my nails scraping uselessly across the granite surface of the island.
There was no way to brace myself as he fucked me brutally, driving his cock into my pussy like a wild animal. He was starved for this, and so was I. I needed the roughness. I wanted to be sore tomorrow and filled with the memories of being used so well with Daddy’s big cock. The piercing rubbed against my inner walls, and the sensation made me catch my breath.
Mason appeared beside us, now fully naked. His entire body was just how I remembered it, and my mouth watered as I stared at his muscles flexing and releasing while he slowly stroked himself. He had lube in his hand, and I watched him squirt it over the head of his cock, using his hand to spread it down his shaft as he stroked. I knew what that meant.
“That’s right, Poppy. I’m taking that ass as soon as Axel is done with you. We’re starting off this week right.”
I clenched around my dad’s cock as he smacked my ass.
“Don’t fucking stray little slut,” he growled. “You keep your focus on the cock that’s abusing your little cunt.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whined as he fisted a handful of my hair and pulled until my upper body lifted off the island. My breasts bounced up and down, and he used his free hand to cup one, pinching the nipple hard just as he drove his cock into my harder than ever.
My orgasm slammed into me so suddenly I screamed, thrashing against him. The pleasure was so overwhelming I couldn’t see for a moment, couldn’t hear. All sensory input cut out and I knew nothing but white-hot pleasure.
I was still in the middle of coming when my dad pulled out of me. I was pretty sure he didn’t come yet, so it was a surprise he stopped, but I didn’t have much time to contemplate it. Mason brought me back to the living room. This time, he sat in the chair by the fireplace instead of my dad, and he pulled me down onto his lap, facing me away from him. My legs felt shaky, but I used my hands on the armrests of the chair to steady myself. The feel of his hard cock brushing against my well-used pussy jolted me, but Mason had said he was taking my ass next.
“You are going to ride my cock with your ass, sweetheart. And you are going to take all of it. All seven thick inches.”
“Oh God, I don’t know if I can,” I whined. “It’s too big.”
“You are doing it. I’m not giving you a choice.”
His harsh words should’ve pissed me off, but instead, I felt even more turned on and eager to rise to his challenge.
Reaching down between us, he positioned his cock at my puckered hole, the blunt head of him pressing up against it. I was too weak from two orgasms to hold myself up for long with gravity was working against me. It was only a minute or two before my body started to lower down onto his cock. I could feel my ass stretching around his shaft, and the sharp pain made me gasp.
There was no stopping to get used to it. Mason didn’t thrust up into me or pull me down onto him. He just waited as I took him in, one inch at a time. I let out a small, strangled sound when I was fully seated. His strong arm wrapped around my waist and his mouth came to my ear.
“Holy fuck, you tight little girl. Where’s my cock, Poppy?”
“I-in my ass,” I said, my voice hardly more than a whimper. Mason rolled his hips, and I cried out in pain and pleasure.
“Louder,” he commanded. “Where’s my cock?”
“In my ass” I cried out, shuddering at the sensation of being so full.
“Good girl,” he said, bringing his hands to my hips. I was guided up and down, sliding my tender ass up until only the tip remained, then falling back down until it was buried deep inside again. My ass was hot, the stimulation of his cock waking up nerve endings I didn’t usually have an awareness of. I hadn’t taken a cock in the ass since I was with them last year, and it would be an understatement to say I was out of practice.
Still, pleasure started to take root, spreading through my body until I was shaky, my skin flushed and more sensitive than usual. I whimpered and started to move fast on my own, making Mason groan.
“Oh, yeah, Poppy. Ride my cock with your ass. My God, it’s so tight…”
Yes, it was, but felt so good, and I knew I had a third orgasm in me. It was going to take the last reserves of my energy, but I could already feel the energy gathering in my body, ready to snap at any moment.
Then, my dad was standing in front of me, stroking his flesh.
“I want you to taste yourself on my cock,” he said. “I’m going to come down your throat, princess.”
I opened my mouth without a word, welcoming his hard shaft into my mouth. His hips drove forward and he fucked my throat mercilessly, grunting and groaning as my throat muscles tightened around his cock each time he pushed a little farther and made me gag.
It made me feel dirty in the best way to know I could take so much of his cock into my mouth. His musky scent filled my nose, mixed with the smell of my own pussy. There was something addictive about tasting my own juices on him like this.
Taking both cocks like this was too much, it overloaded my senses, and I was on the verge of coming once again. As if he realized that, Mason brought his hand around to my clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in a tight circle as he thrust up into my ass and stilled, his voice calling my name as he came deep in my ass. I could feel each pulse of his cock and it helped to tip me over the edge.
I sucked in a sharp breath through my nose as I came, my ass clamping down on Mason’s spurting cock. Dad exhaled in a rush of air and shoved his cock deep into my throat as he also came. I nearly choked on the thick streams of come but managed to swallow it all.
As my orgasm passed, my eyelids grew heavy. Dad pulled his cock out of my mouth, and my head rolled back onto Mason’s shoulder. He was still in my ass, but I didn’t care. Exhaustion crept over me, and I knew I couldn’t stay awake a moment longer.
It was okay. Of all the people in the world, I could trust these two to take care of me. With that thought in my mind and the afterglow of my orgasms warming my heart, I let myself drift off the sleep, knowing I was going to need all the rest I could get. Our week together was only beginning.
The End