Chapter 72 #2
This was the first time they’d been together in this way since Micah’s death. It had to be. And I got to be here witnessing them fall into this achingly-familiar routine.
I whimpered when Mason grabbed my waist, pulling me even closer to his body, nudging me in the direction of the filthy blowjob he was giving.
With each hungry movement of his mouth, all three of us lowered our inhibitions further. I couldn’t help the pathetic gasps and whines escaping me, nor the unconscious swiveling of my hips and squeezing of my thighs as I sought something to grind against.
I stared mindlessly up at Micah sitting on his throne, knees angled out wide, wings splayed massively to either side of him, dark like a night without any stars. A king of breathless shadows, ruling over both people kneeling at his feet.
His sinful eyes were shadowed, easily piercing right through me.
“Join him,” he commanded, his mouth lifting with satisfaction as I readily moved to obey.
Mason grabbed my chin, sliding his mouth off Micah’s cock and kissing me sloppily, desperate pleas coating my tongue.
He then broke our kiss to slide his wet lips along one side of Micah’s dick, obviously insinuating I do the same.
My cheeks were on fire, my pulse pounding hard in every inch of my body.
I skimmed my mouth from base to tip, my tongue skating over every vein, every thick inch of his hard shaft, getting it slick.
And then I was kissing Mason again, this time with Micah’s swollen cock between us, tongues gliding over him to reach each other, our lips pressed to his hot skin.
“Spit on it,” Mason said as he wrapped his hand around Micah.
I turned my head to spit, Mason jerking him in full strokes.
Micah’s hand found my jaw, thumb pressing to my lower lip before sliding into my mouth. He used the hold to tilt my head up, commanding me to look him in the eye.
He didn’t say anything, but words were unnecessary.
The reverence and love in his eyes made my own sting.
Though I wished I knew exactly what he was thinking, that would never be the point with Micah.
I understood him through the abstract shape of shadows, through his silence, through his steely irises.
Not always words and explanations and drawn out stories about his past.
I love you more than my own life.
Micah’s thumb slid free of my mouth as he shifted my head back towards his erection, forcing my mouth down onto his length as Mason ducked lower to suck and tongue his balls. Micah’s legs remained spread wide to accommodate both of us, his hips flexing and his muscular thighs tensed.
A cruel king on his royal seat, a dark god watching from above. I wished I could touch his wings from here, practice giving him pleasure the way Mason had earlier.
But I focused all my effort on obediently sucking his cock, unable to suppress my moans while I did. Mason’s face was so close to mine and both of us were pleasuring Micah and drool was dripping from the corner of my mouth and…
Hot cum spurted out of the tip of Micah’s cock, hitting the back of my throat as he groaned loudly.
I swallowed around him, desperate, needing every drop of his orgasm, not content to waste any of it.
My eyes caught on Mason’s as I sat back on my heels—he looked almost expectant. But I’d already…
“Greedy girl,” Micah said under his breath. “Share with him next time.”
“Wha—”
“My cum. Next time, I’d like to see him tongue-kiss it out of your mouth.”
“Oh.”
I was melting, on fire, nothing more than a puddle of helpless lust. I thought about Micah doing that same exact thing many months ago—licking Mason’s cum off my tongue.
The next movement was a coordinated effort—and not by me.
Mason grabbed me off the floor, scooping me into his arms while Micah pulled up his sweats, following us both up to his bedroom as his wings disappeared, where Mason dumped me on the king size bed. He tugged my shorts down in one fluid motion, leaving my body wholly exposed on the comforter.
He got on the bed with me, giving me one hard kiss on the mouth before laying on his back.
“Sit on my face, baby,” Mason instructed. “Facing him.” He nodded at Micah, who knelt at the end of the bed.
Micah dragged Mason’s shorts off and fisted his leaking cock, letting a string of saliva drip out of his mouth onto the tip.
I hardly got a chance to make sight of what I was watching before Mason was manhandling me, yanking my soaked pussy down to his ravenous mouth. I’d already been so worked up for so long; it wasn’t going to take much to make me come now.
“Oh, God,” I choked out. “Fuck.”
My eyes glazed over as Micah leaned forward and sucked Mason down, the sight of it shoving me right to the brink of orgasm.
I could see his back muscles flexing as his arm moved, the motion of his throat as he swallowed Mason’s cock.
Both of them were groaning, masculine noises of pure arousal vibrating all around me.
Mason grabbed my ass with both hands, holding me spread apart for the wicked assault of his tongue, lashing against my swollen clit.
I’m in over my head, and I love it. I fucking love it. I want to drown in them.
The instant my eyelids slid shut, Micah rose to his knees.
He grabbed my jaw, my throat, controlling me, compelling me to look at him as I panted and whined and ground my hips against Mason’s face. The sheer dominance in his stare made me so, so weak. I melted into his grasp, hanging onto his every harsh breath.
“Come on his face,” he ordered. “I want his chin dripping.”
He smacked my cheek hard enough to shock me, the sting melting into the flush on my skin, and I moaned louder.
Micah swallowed the sound immediately, his arrogant lips devouring mine.
I wanted him to bite me, tear into me with his sharp teeth.
Brutally rip me into pieces like the predator he was.
He slapped me again and my eyes rolled back, choked moans pouring from my kiss-bitten lips.
It was too much. Too good.
Mason’s tongue on my aching clit, Micah’s tongue in my submissive mouth, their hands manipulating every inch of my overheated, overstimulated body.
I came apart, my clit pulsing and my pussy clenching tight.
Wetness gushed all over Mason’s face and my nails dug into Micah’s taut biceps as I clung to him for dear life.
Before I could even process the high of my orgasm, Micah flipped me over, dragging me down Mason’s body until I was sinking down onto his massive cock, gasping with the feeling of him relentlessly pushing so deep inside of my sensitive core.
“Oh, shit. Fuck. I can’t. I’m—” My voice was hardly intelligible.
Mason groaned low, his palms skimming up my trembling thighs.
Head spinning, tingles racing across my naked skin, borderline delirious with pleasure…
Micah didn’t waste time grabbing lube from the nightstand and slicking up his cock with it before bending me forward, urging me to arch my back deeper, my ass available for him to fuck.
Micah slowly, torturously worked his cock inside of me, making me shake harder.
“That’s so fucking good, Dakota,” he grunted. “Such a good girl, letting both of us fuck you like this.”
I could barely breathe through the fullness. He hadn’t prepped me hardly any, but I was an angel now. I could withstand more.
His hips rolled forward, his cock pumping in and out of me, everything so tight and full between my thighs I could hardly keep myself upright. I slumped forward against Mason, my belly flipping with the brutal depth.
Both of them were fucking me in truth now.
Micah’s hips snapping against my ass, Mason’s flexing upward, dragging along my sensitive walls. Bouncing me between them like I weighed nothing.
And I loved both of them. Both of these men who’d been together longer than I’d been alive, who carried an entire history together that pulled them apart just as strong as it pushed them together.
I was so aroused, so overwhelmed, stuffed obscenely full…
A second orgasm knotted tighter and tighter in my core, warmth building low in my belly, until it finally crested and flooded over me.
Mason rocked his hips upward, gritting his teeth, his dick pulsing as cum drenched my pussy. I clenched around him and Micah both, pleasure wrecking my senses.
Micah was still fucking me, making my pussy clamp down on Mason harder, sweat beginning to drip down my spine.
It was slick between my chest and Mason’s chest, misting across our unmarred skin.
The scar on the bottom of my foot had disappeared upon my transformation—and I almost missed it.
That day stomping out of the ocean, slapping Mason’s face, running away from him, glass digging into my foot and blood dripping, him bandaging me in the car.
I only had the memories of it now.
The first day he held me underwater…
Micah thrust in deep one final time as he came, the force of his orgasm extending my own pleasure.
He then leaned over me to kiss my spine, tongue flickering over my sweaty skin.
Mason kissed my collarbone at the same time.
It filled my soul up with the hope I’d been lacking all my life.
Maybe…
For so long, I’d believed I needed to hold them together with both hands, that my decisions were essential to make them be truthful to each other. But lying here between their powerful bodies, I understood I couldn’t do this last part for them.
So deeply in my blood I feared that this was temporary.
I feared that the things which had broken them apart could never be overlooked, and we would never settle into the life I wanted us to have.
Because it wasn’t fully up to me. As stubborn as I could be, as much as I wanted this, I wasn’t guaranteed my happy ending.
They needed to find each other again, without me. I couldn’t fix everything.
Whatever still lived between Mason and Micah had to be spoken where I couldn’t follow.