Chapter 8
Em
“ M eet my brother Mason.”
Ash’s words are like ice down my back as he sits us up, and I’m face to face with the man who’s been stalking me.
I close my legs, but his hand is still there.
“C’mon now, don’t be shy, baby girl. Technically, you already met him.”
If I weren’t so terrified, I’d scoff. I wouldn’t exactly call our encounter in the alley a meet-cute.
Ash’s fingers grip me, his voice kissing the shell of my ear. “You even let him fuck you.”
Oh no.
His twin’s lips curl into that same cruel grin from last night as he takes a step, plucking the black gloves from his hands.
Approaching the bed, he stuffs them into the front pocket, then reaches up behind his head, pulling his hoodie and the T-shirt underneath off in one go.
I flinch .
“Uh-uh.” Ash’s hold on me tightens. “Relax! We’re not going to hurt you. We just wanted to scare you a little bit,” he justifies with a note of amusement.
Then his voice turns raspy again. “Now be a good girl and spread your legs for my brother,” he tells me, removing his hand from between my thighs. “Give him a taste.”
My legs go numb. And I do it. I open myself up to him.
Why do I do it? Why do I want this?
Mason closes in on me, all slow like he’s stalking his prey.
A wave of need crashes over me with the way his intense eyes devour every inch of my bare flesh.
I ache.
He gives my hips a tug, pulling me off his brother’s lap.
Ash resumes kneading my breasts from behind. I watch with rising anticipation when Mason lowers himself. He slides my legs over his broad shoulders, splayed hands gripping my thighs, then his tongue darts out.
Eyes locked to mine, he lashes at my clit with the hard metal of his piercing.
My body unfurls in ecstasy.
Ash takes notice. “Do you like watching him?”
“Yes.” I groan, bucking against his brother’s mouth. His chin is rough, long past a five o’clock shadow, and I don’t care if I’ll be sore later.
My release crests. I tense.
I’m teetering right at the edge when his tongue thrusts into me, his lips forming a hot seal as he sucks.
The orgasm rakes through me full force. Mason moans into me, the vibration adding to my high while I thrash with panting breaths .
He lets me ride out the wave against the sweep of his tongue before he straightens between my thighs.
His knees settle on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. My legs still slung over his shoulders, he takes my hands and guides them between us.
His teeth rake over his bottom lip in a deliberately slow drag, watching. “Hold yourself open for me,” he says, his voice a shade darker than Ash’s as he leads my trembling finger to my pussy.
Ash’s palms slide down my sides to cradle my ass. He gives my pelvis a tilt so I can see EVERYTHING.
Mason frees his cock.
His left hand at the back of my knee, he flicks his piercing over the tender nub at my clit.
I twitch from the jolts that shoot through my core on each pass.
His lips curl. He drags the pierced tip of his cock along my seam, relishing the trembles it draws from me as I glare up at him.
He lingers at my entrance, and I swear I catch him winking at me right before his grip on my knee tenses, and I feel the pressure.
My mouth opens to a silent gasp, but no air reaches my lungs. Mason spears me in one thrust. He used only his tongue to get me off, and my walls are not prepared for his size. I cry out, but he cuts my voice by crashing down on me. He steals my breath as he fills me so fucking deep.
With my legs up, he folds me in half. His thumb strokes my clit in rough circles, and his tongue fucks me as roughly as his thrusts. He pounds into me .
Hard bumps of more piercings along the top of Mason’s shaft register, adding to the stimulation of my already sensitive parts on each drive while Ash’s cock grinds against my backside. His hands rock my hips into his brother. There’s no escaping them. My walls clench and I come again.
Mason speeds up like he’s about to come too.
“Mace!” Ash’s voice carries a note of warning.
Mason ceases his assault, chuckling against my lips. “I think my brother wants to cut back in.” Then he pulls out.
My lips hang open. I brace myself against his chest as Mason takes me around the waist and picks me up like I weigh nothing.
Ash adjusts his position underneath me, lying flat on his back before his brother sets me down on his lap in reverse, my legs bent on either side, his cock probing my slit.
I sink down, taking the hard length he offers me.
Mason’s left hand cradles the base of my skull.
Urging me onto my elbows, he grants me a closer view of his piercings.
They’re not the same as Ash’s. Where the captive ball ring adorned his brother’s cock below the head, Mason has it at the base, a vertical barbell running through his skin at the tip instead.
And I was right about additional ones. I catch sight of four little beads at the halfway point of his shaft on top as he retreats to stand at the side of the bed.
My stomach forms a knot. I know where this is going.
Mason’s pupils are so large, his hooded eyes appear black. His right hand strokes his cock at my eye level, giving me time to take in its intimidating size .
“Stick out your tongue.” He guides the tip to my waiting mouth. “Let me see how far back I can reach.”
I comply, and he eases himself past my lips, sliding along the roof of my mouth all the way back.
“Watch those teeth,” he cautions.
I gag and force more air through my nose, keeping my jaw lax like before when my mouth closes around his thick base, meeting up with the ring piercing his skin there.
His right hand joins the other at the back of my head. “Atta girl.” Fanning his fingers through the hair at my nape, he grants me a few lazy thrusts. “Look at you, taking both of us so well.”
I taste myself on him as I hollow my cheeks and suck.
Ash’s hips thrust up to match his brother’s rhythm as they fill me to the brim.
“Fuck, I love this view.” His palms squeeze my ass, his thumbs spreading me open and prowling my crack.
His touch stalls over my clenched hole, drawing circles. “Do you like me playing with your ass, baby girl?”
I can only moan in response.
With that as validation, one of his hands leaves me briefly, then a slick thumb pushes into me.
I curse inward, because yes , I do like this. It’s dirty, it’s depraved, and I want to come like this so fucking bad.
His thumb thrusting into me, Ash bounces me on his cock while Mason rails my throat at an accelerating pace. His head tips back. He’s going to come.
A soft growl pushes past his lips, and his fingers curl in my hair. The pressure in my stomach builds. My muscles quiver .
Mason gives a shove to the back of my throat, emptying himself into me, and I come so hard I think I might die. Sparks fleck my black vision.
I swallow as fast as I can before choking. He sits so far back I can’t breathe. The narrowing motion squeezes his shaft, milking every last drop from him.
Bucking under me, and pushing me into Mason, Ash fills me too.
But as the high of my orgasm wanes, a hot flash of anger flares through me. I want to kill them for this dirty trick.
Ash collapses onto the bed behind me, his arms landing with a plop , legs sprawled out.
Mason lets out a laugh. “I think you killed him.”
He catches my glare and withdraws his dick to tuck it away before I can take a bite out of it.
I scramble off Ash’s limp body, shoving Mason out of the way to get my clothes.
My shame emboldens me momentarily. I know he’s still the same psycho who held a knife to my throat, but I’ve switched into flight mode.
If they think I’ll spend the night so they can have another go at me, they’re delusional.
My hair whips around my face as I yank my damp panties on. My tits bounce. My bra is next, then I lunge for my jeans.
I can already feel more wetness gathering between my thighs. Ramming in one leg after the other, I sense his amused gaze on me, but I don’t look at him. I finish with the fly and reach for my top.
I’ve never gotten dressed so fast in my life. My face is flushed. I slide it on, ripping the hem down over my stomach. I don’t want him gawking at my nakedness for another second.
I stuff my feet into my loosely-tied sneakers, glad I don’t have to waste time lacing them, then pick up my phone, which has tumbled out of the back pocket of my jeans. My house keys are still tucked into the front when I double-check on a panicked reflex.
I don’t spare Ash another glance. He’s out cold on the bed. Shoving my cell into my pocket, I storm out of the room, my hair whirling with my fierce movement.
Mason’s grip on my elbow stops me before I reach the front door. He spins me around. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Home!” I tear myself free in a motion as sharp as my tongue.
“On foot?” he mocks. “You’re not gonna get a ride at four in the morning. Let me take you.”
Be alone with him?
I scoff at his audacity. “I’m not going anywhere with you,” I declare, my hand gripping the handle of the front door as he turns back down the hallway.
I rip it open and see another black motorcycle parked at the bottom of the steps—a twin for Ash’s except the falcon kanji on that one is gray instead of white.
So that’s where he’d hidden it so I wouldn’t see it in the garage.
I swing the door shut behind me and follow the walkway at the side of the house to get to the street where I take a right, marching down the road we entered the neighborhood on .
My breath hitches. I don’t know what I’m doing. He’s right. I won’t get an Uber. I can’t walk all the way home. I’m fucked.
Muttering to myself, I hear his bike behind me. He gains on me in seconds.
Mason pulls up on my left. I don’t acknowledge him, but in my periphery, I can see he’s back in his black hoodie, a helmet for me nestled in his lap. Matching my pace, he swerves lazily side to side like he’s mocking me again.
I hug my arms around myself and keep my eyes straight, but I don’t miss the derisive swivel of his head before he accelerates to come to a stop a few feet ahead.
My legs halt. We both know I have no leverage for a stand-off, and as I reflect on my lack of options, I have to admit he’s persistent.
And not to mention patient for an asshole. Lifting the helmet from his lap, he extends it toward me, and waits.
I won’t go so far as calling the gesture chivalrous—there is no honor in what he did—but he could’ve said fuck it after I declined his offer and stormed out. Yet here he is, making sure I get home safely.
I drop my arms with a sigh and march up to him, hands balled into fists. Before he can catch the tears welling in my eyes, I snatch the helmet from him and strap it on, then mount the bike behind him.