Chapter Six #3
“There ya go. Good girl,” Mason says softly. When he roughly pinches my clit, an orgasm suddenly washes over me, and he swallows my screams with a kiss.
When the feeling fades, Dean stands me up and pulls me back some so Mason can stand and cup my chin. “No teasing. No games. Okay? We are going to fuck you, but we will ease you into it. Okay?”
“Okay,” I smile. “We as in?”
“Just Dean and I,” he says as he pulls his shirt off.
“Trust me when I tell you that you want Lance to wait,” Dean says and kisses my shoulder. “Ready?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
Mason sits back on the bed and offers me his hands. When I give him mine, he pulls me closer before grabbing the backs of my thighs and lifting me into his lap to straddle him. “When you’re ready,” he says with the head of his cock pressed against me.
I lower myself, and my breath immediately catches when his cock stretches me beyond anything I expected. “Fuck, Sadie,” Mason groans.
“Oh, dear God. You’re so big,” I pant. He grabs my hips and surges his cock into me, making me yell out. I bring my forehead down to his chest when I fall into whimpers.
“Good girl, Sadie. Fuck, you take me so well. Look at you sitting on my cock, baby,” he says softly.
Mason lies back, bringing me down with him, and keeps a hold of my ass.
I know what he’s about to do, and I’m so fucking ready for it.
I bury my face in his chest as he starts to fuck me hard and fast from below.
Every time he thrusts into me, he bottoms out, and I whimper.
He does this over and over with no mercy to my cervix.
“You’re fucking gripping me, baby. Are you going to come on my cock, my sweet little demon? Are you going to scream for me?” he asks.
“Fuck, Mason. Please, harder. I need more,” I moan. “God, please fuck me harder.” He starts to slam into me harder and faster. I match the sway of my hips to his and help force him deeper. The moans that come out of this man are absolutely incredible.
“Ohhh. Fuck. Sadie,” he groans.
He slows down a bit, but it’s the pop of a cap that snaps me back into reality. “Shit. This is how I die,” I grumble.
“Fingers first, baby girl,” he says as he pushes two slick fingers in my ass, making my spine snap straight and a slightly pained whimper escape. As he works in and out of me, Mason resumes his slow-paced thrusts.
“Oh, my God,” I groan. “Please, don’t stop.”
“You ready, Sadie?” Dean asks as he pulls his fingers out of me.
“No,” I whine. I feel his cock press against my ass, and panic floods me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Wait. Just wait.”
“Talk to us, Sadie,” he says as he eases just the tip in before pulling back.
“It’s gonna hurt,” I whimper.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I choke out when he pushes the tip back into me. He’s just as fucking massive.
“I won’t hurt you, baby. I promise,” he says, and I nod.
Dean pulls me up to my knees and keeps his hands on my waist as Mason starts to tease my clit. I instantly relax my muscles, and Dean pushes deeper. With each stroke, he kisses my neck.
“Look at you, Sadie. Look at how well you take us,” Dean praises.
“Fuck. Please, just fuck me. Please,” I moan.
“Are you sure? If I do that…”
“Please, Dean. Please. I know it will hurt,” I say.
“Okay,” he says. He kisses my shoulder before having me lie across Mason’s chest. They both have a tight grip on me, and I have my face buried.
They both pull out and immediately surge into me. Dean stretches my ass, and pain stabs through my belly as I scream out. With it is a wave of pleasure that makes me relax. “Fuck, that’s good,” I moan.
“Oh, I’m gonna have fun with you,” Dean says before slamming into me again.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
“Look at our little slut taking both of us,” Mason says.
“She looks so good stuffed with our cocks,” Dean says, thrusting into me.
“You’re both filthy-mouthed men,” I groan.
They chuckle and fall into a rhythm that numbs my brain and pulls something almost primal out of me.
I’ve never felt anything like this before, and I’m fucking addicted to it.
I am in a constant state of feeling like I’m floating, and I can only manage to moan and plead for them to make me come.
When I feel the build of a climax, it’s unlike anything I’ve experienced on my own.
“Fuck, she’s gonna come,” Dean moans. Mason wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes slightly before pulling my lips to his. He kisses me hard as the pressure builds.
“Don’t come, Sadie,” Mason murmurs against my lips.
“Mason,” I whine.
“Don’t come,” Dean growls. I try to fight it off, but it only makes my body nearly convulse.
“Please,” I beg. They both start moaning, and their rhythm falters slightly. They’re about to come.
“No,” I whine. “Please. Ohhh fuck. Please let me come.”
They fuck me harder and faster, and I am in love with how they make it hurt. “Come with us, Sadie,” Mason groans as he kisses me. The moment I relax, everything explodes out of me. My eyes roll back, and I cry out as they both force themselves deep as they come.
I am dazed and nearly seeing stars when Lance pulls me away from them. “You’re mine now,” he says as he grabs the backs of my thighs and lifts me so I can be pinned against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist right as he fills me with his cock.
“Oh fuck, Lance. Oh my God,” I gasp and bury my face in his neck.
“My sweet little whore,” he croons. “Always teasing me… thinking I can’t hear her touching herself.”
“I didn’t know,” I breathe.
“Did you want me to come in there and finish you off myself?” he asks as he fucks me against the wall. I can barely put words together, let alone find the energy to say it aloud.
“Yes.”
“Fuck, Sadie,” he groans. “Your body was fucking made for us.”
“It’s all yours,” I whimper. “Fuck. Lance. You’re so deep.”
Lance moves us from the wall to lay me on the bed. He brings my legs up to drape over his shoulders as he leans in and starts to fuck me again. “Fuck your tight little cunt grips me so well.”
“Oh, God. I’m gonna come. Oh my god. Please. Harder,” I beg. My body arches dramatically, and he has a tight hold on my thighs before quickening his pace. A guttural groan breaks out of me, and it fuels his muscles as he fucks me. When my climax peaks, my ragged moans are loud.
“Good girl, Sadie. Good fucking girl. Come on my cock,” Lance says through gritted teeth. “You want my come, baby? You want me to fill you up?”
“Yes. Please. Please come in me, Lance,” I beg as he groans through his orgasm, filling me.
I am hardly able to think when he pulls out of me. I slip into what feels like a disassociation.
The next thing I know, I’m surrounded by my men, and I’m opening my eyes.
We are sitting on the couch, and I am in Lance’s lap with Dean and Mason on either side of us.
They are all rubbing my back or my thigh and stroking my head as I come down from this high.
Sitting here like this with them feels normal.
I thought the aftermath would be weird, like they wouldn’t want to be near me.
I’ve seen Angela leave our house after having sex too many times to count, so the fact that I am sitting here in his lap speaks volumes to the level he has me on compared to her.
“Mmmm,” I groan and snuggle closer to his chest.
“Welcome back,” he says as he kisses my head.
“Would it be dramatic to ask if I’m dead or if this is heaven, because I feel like you killed me,” I mumble.
“Heaven is wherever we are with you, my dear,” Lance says as he kisses my head. “How do you feel?”
“Dead,” I say as they laugh. “Sore. Tired. Hungry.”
“There is a jetted bathtub. That should help you relax,” Mason says as he leans down and kisses my thigh.
“We ordered food a few minutes ago. You can eat before or after.”
“I like sitting here,” I mumble.
“You just gonna sleep all evening?” Lance asks, chuckling.
“You only have yourselves to blame.”
“Oh?” Dean asks.
“Mhmm. You three are… Crazy,” I say.
“That’s not what you were going to say, was it?” Lance asks.
“No. I was going to say you all fuck like beasts,” I say, and they all laugh.
“Sit up here, and look at me,” Lance says, nudging me.
I sit up, and they all look worried. “What’s wrong?” I frown.
“Nothing. You were just out of it for nearly an hour,” Lance says.
“I was and still am tired,” I say. “I’m okay.”
“I trust you,” Lance says.
“Can I ask something that I know I have no business asking?”
“Go for it,” he says.
“Every time you had Angela over, she was gone within minutes of you guys… wrapping things up. Why?”
“Well…” he starts. “Angela was just someone who scratched an itch, so to speak. She knew from the beginning, but it was never going to be anything more than sex. She knew that once everything was done that she had to leave. Only recently has she pushed that point and tried to force a relationship.”
“She tried to say the condom broke, and she was pregnant,” Dean says.
“You are all sterile now since you’ve had the vasectomy, though,” I say. “Does she not know about that?”
“No,” he says. “Very few people know.”
“Why?”
“Because people tend to judge you when you don’t want kids. That’s why you don’t really tell anyone,” Mason says.
“Yeah,” I agree. No one but them knows that I don’t want kids. I like kids, I just don’t want any of my own. I’ve never wanted any. My parents are going to be severely disappointed to find out that I’m not going to have any kids. A knock on the door has Mason standing.
“Okay. Food then bath,” Lance says.
“Food sounds nice,” I admit.