Chapter 27
Em
A sh throws his phone onto the pillow and whips us around until I’m on top straddling him, my hands braced on the mattress by his head.
The swift maneuver has me crashing into his chest while it takes him no time at all to align himself. In one thrust he seats his cock inside me again.
I’ve barely drawn a breath.
His splayed hands on my ass spread me open as his hips come up, pumping his stiff length into me with the efficiency of a piston. He’s in full control, and all I can do is take it as he holds me steady.
At the angle he keeps my hips locked, he pounds my G-spot at a quickening pace. I’m going to come again. The pressure builds so rapidly.
“Ash!” His name bursts from my lungs as forcefully as the orgasm ruptures in my core.
“Yes, baby. Come for me,” he pants, the punishing force behind his thrusts unyielding.
My walls squeezing him, adding to the slick suction linking our bodies despite his pace tapering down .
Still going deep, Ash shifts his hands. He flattens me to his chest, an arm like a vise around my middle.
His wandering touch prowls up and down the crease of my ass until his fingers linger where he’s not filling me yet.
He pushes in.
“That’s two fingers now, baby girl,” he says, the hoarse texture of his voice scraping along my jawline. “Do you think you can fit more?”
I’m almost ashamed to admit.
“Yes,” I moan, rolling my hips in anticipation.
I feel him stretch me with a third. He moves them in and out, working me open further.
“You’re a needy girl, aren’t you, Emily? You like the pressure. One cock filling your cunt isn’t enough.”
I tip my head back, getting pulled under by the exhilarating sensation of his play when his voice drones on, “Can you take another?”
My ears stop tracking Ash’s words. I hear a sweatshirt drop, and then a second pair of hands is on me, kneading my breasts, demanding to be filled. His fingertips delve into my flesh.
“We’ll make it fit, won’t we, baby girl?”
Mason! My breath hitches.
Pumping steadily in and out of me, Ash trails hot kisses along my jaw. “You will let us fuck you at the same time, won’t you, needy girl?” he groans. “You want to feel both of us.”
My ears perk to the sound of Mason’s movements as his hands leave me: the unfastening of his belt and fly, the whisper of clothes sliding over skin .
Oh God! What am I doing?
I ball the sheets in my fists and respond with an apprehensive nod. I know they don’t intend to hurt me, but I’m not sure I can do this.
Ash ceases his thrusts and retracts his fingers to give way for his brother, his broad hands settling their grip at the outside of my thighs instead.
Mason’s thumb circles me with purpose. “Did he get you ready for me?”
I whimper under his persistent teasing. His touch is cool and slick—slicker than the residue of the whipped cream. He’s using lube.
Repositioning his hand at my hip, he aligns the thick head of his cock and enters me.
I tense. My body stretches to adjust to his respectable size, but I’m scared. He can’t possibly fit all—
Mason gives another languid push, and a cry weaves through my juddering breaths as my muscles tremble to accommodate him.
But he has no intention of retreating. Bending over me, weight braced on the mattress by his right arm, he drops his forehead on my shoulder and sinks gradually deeper, inch by thick inch.
Ash feels the shift too. His mouth hot at my throat, he groans underneath me, the matching size of his hard length already filling so much of me.
They’re too big.
“Oh God, I can’t.”
“Easy,” Mason’s voice rasps across my skin. “I told you, you’re made to take me.” And then he gives one more smooth push, seating himself fully inside me with a final grunt.
I bottom out. My mouth opens, but no air moves in or out.
“Breathe, baby girl,” he reminds me.
Mason doesn’t move. Feathering kisses along my shoulder, he waits for me to relax.
I draw air into my lungs, and my tension flees on the exhale.
Rocking in and out in a slow rhythm, Mason’s hand leaves my side to rove my breast while Ash keeps a firm grip on my hips, guiding me over the length of his shaft. Each drive strokes my clit.
His back arches to force his thrusts deeper, and I don’t miss his amused lilt. “Do you feel full now?”
A snicker chases Ash’s question, but as they use my body for their own pleasure, they give so much in return.
I bend to their whim—to their demands of me—and with the friction of both of them working in tandem sliding along my walls, they edge me toward my climax.
They feel so good; I can’t fight it. My muscles stiffen.
Mason rails my tight passage with more urgency. “Fuck! Em… I’m so close,” he pants, his body trembling like mine. “Come for us. Let us feel you shatter, baby girl.”
The timbre of his voice bursts the dam holding me together wide open. I cry out on his command, convulsing as I let the waves of ecstasy crash over me.
A curse under his breath, Ash’s hips buck, and then Mason too locks into me with a roar that lights me up from the inside before it ricochets off the walls .
It wouldn’t surprise me if the neighbors heard that.
Half collapsing onto Ash and me, Mason drops his forehead back on my shoulder for several breaths, his skin slick with sweat and bangs drenched.
Then he pulls out.
His pants are back in place before he lifts me off Ash, and I don’t think I could walk if he gave me the option, but gathering me in his arms, Mason carries me into the shower.
He doesn’t bother with the switch by the wall. Mason drops my feet to the ground while keeping one arm wrapped around my waist until he gets the water temperature right. Then he ushers me in.
Steam rises in my vision. I back up but don’t shut the glass door. The bathroom window’s foggy texture lets in just enough light from outside, and I watch him undress with growing excitement. His well-defined muscles flex under his movements, stirring the ache to touch him.
My hands come up as he joins me. With the hot spray slicking his skin, I run my palms over his chest, his broad shoulders, his back. I draw him to me.
Lowering his lips to mine, Mason sinks into my touch. His contours fuse with mine, soft curves molding to muscles of steel.
We both moan.
One of his hands tangles in my hair while his arm around the small of my back arches me against him. His heated skin sliding across mine is everything I need right now. My knees may never carry my weight again. I feel like I’m floating .
When I link my arms around his neck, Mason angles his head, parting my lips with his and sinking even deeper into my embrace.
Holding me to his chest, he kisses me like he hasn’t gotten his fill yet. Like he never wants to stop kissing me at all. He cruises the shape of my mouth with sensual care as if he’s studying me.
He drifts lower, nudging my head back to access my throat as more heat builds between us.
“You have to go to work in a few hours. Shouldn’t you be getting some sleep?”
I’m sure Ash has already passed out.
Mason straightens, but his dark, hooded gaze doesn’t waver one bit in its intensity. “Sleeping is the last thing on my mind right now.”
He reaches for Ash’s body wash, and my arms fall from his neck as he squeezes some onto his palm.
After lathering it between both hands, Mason returns his attention to my naked state in front of him. He starts washing me. Tracing the shape of my breasts, he leans into my body, skating his touch over me slowly with such care and reverence I didn’t know he could impart.
I grip his shoulders.
His lips hover over my cheek as his head leans against mine. He’s not kissing me, and yet it feels like his tender caress is an extension of his mouth traveling my skin.
And then his fingertips dip in between my thighs.
I suck in a breath when his soapy touch slides over my flesh to stroke my clit in deliberate little circles. Each new smooth glide of his finger incites a tremble before I come apart for him once again.
The pleased hum emanating from him vibrates through my chest. “That one was just for me,” he declares with a dark edge.
Then he retracts his touch.
Gripping himself, he pumps a lazy fist over his invigorated hard-on with the remaining body wash.
“Am I going to get to watch you rub one out this time?” I muse suggestively.
“No.”
“Why?” My shoulder gives an easy shrug. “All guys do it.”
“I don’t!”
There’s a bite to his voice when he says it, but then his tone softens. “I got girls for that,” he adds.
I don’t doubt that.
Mason reclaims my mouth, and then his hands slide over me again, gripping the back of my thighs to brace me against the wall as his hard length fills me in one thrust.
Soap suds make our skin slick. He works himself into me over and over in smooth motion that grants me all the friction of his top ladder piercings while I cling to him.
His ragged breaths drop to my throat. With my limbs wrapped around his flexing muscles, I welcome everything he gives.
It’s beautiful.
It’s perfect.
And when we both climax together, I don’t want to let go. I want him to hold me like this… in his bed… our bodies entwined .
Mason pulls out and sets me down, his panting breaths evening out before he rinses us off.
I guess he’s ready to catch those Zs now. He grabs a towel for himself from the cabinet, then hands me a second that’s a matching shade of dark blue.
I shut the water off and take it, wondering for a second whether the ones in his bathroom are a different color—black probably. Like his wardrobe.
Wrapping the oversized terry cloth around my chest, I step out and let him sweep me up into his arms again.
A chuckle winds through me.
As Mason carries me from the bathroom, I catch a glimpse of Ash in the dark, sprawled out on his stomach, and, of course, fast asleep.
He’s also still buck-ass naked.
Stifling another grin, I refocus my eyes on the door instead of his rear. But Mason’s grip on me shifts before I realize what’s happening. He bends over his brother’s bed to lower me down beside him.
Confusion stuns me as the mattress dips with my weight and his arms pull away. He doesn’t even meet my eyes before he straightens and walks out.