Chapter 75
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
MICAH
“Are you serious?” Dakota asked, her voice already soft and emotional.
“Ask him.” Mason nodded his head in my direction. Dakota turned, her big green eyes seeking out the truth in my gaze. This time, I had no desire to hide it behind ice or steel or walls.
“Yeah,” I confirmed.
She pressed her lips together like she was trying not to cry.
“Come here,” I murmured, pulling her to my chest. “This is because of you, you know? You are so perfect for me, perfect for him, and you make both of us better. You are a miracle, Masters. Okay?”
She nodded against my chest, her tears making little wet spots.
“I would like you to move in with us, too,” I said. “It doesn’t have to be right away, if it makes you nervous. But eventually, that’s going to happen.”
“Okay,” she whispered. “I would like it. I don’t want to wait.”
“Yeah?” I grinned as she sat up, smiling at me.
“Yes.” Her pupils were wide, her cheeks flushed and shining faintly from the tears as they dried. She pressed up to kiss me on the mouth. “I love you,” she breathed.
“I love you.”
Then she turned and crawled over to kiss Mason. “And I love you,” she said, sounding slightly breathless.
“I love you too, baby.” He ran his fingers through her hair as she sat back down on the seat.
“Okay, now you guys do it.” Dakota giggled, looking between both of us quickly. “So I know you’re not lying.”
I took a steadying breath, my eyes locking onto Mason’s. He seemed willing. So was I.
Both of us leaned over in front of Dakota, his mouth finding mine easily.
“I love you,” I murmured first.
“I love you, Kill,” Mason said in response, his tongue grazing my upper lip. I took my opportunity to slide my tongue into his mouth, one of my arms looping behind Dakota’s back to hold her close to my body as I kissed him deeper. He reciprocated right away, angling his head.
Dakota’s soft lips pressed to my jaw, skimming along my cheek until she got to the corner of my mouth, her mouth nervous but eager, seeking.
I turned my head, tongue flicking into Dakota’s mouth while Mason and I adjusted to kiss her at the same time. I could feel her shy smile against us both.
The kiss was lips and tongues and adjusting bodies on the seat as everything devolved into messy eroticism. My dick was rapidly getting hard, and I could smell Mason’s kapnos easily, the force of it flooding my lungs.
Dakota’s smiling was quickly replaced by whimpering, needy little moans, her hands reaching for Mason and me.
She grabbed my erection over my pants and I groaned, tongue gliding along Mason’s, then Dakota’s, then there was no distinction between any of us and Dakota was stroking me and arching her back and leaning into our messy kiss and—
Fuck.
Fuck.
I held the back of her head, his head, my hips pushing into Dakota’s palm, my tongue licking into both of their perfect mouths, claiming them for myself.
Both of them.
Mine.
Fucking mine.
By the sound of Mason’s groaning, Dakota was cupping his cock, too. Everything between us was wet lips and open mouths and tangled exhales. The delirious sort of arousal that came from giving in to your most perverted urges, succumbing to all things obscene and carnal and wet—
Shit.
I turned my head away, jamming the truck into reverse so I could get away from Dakota’s trailer, my cock throbbing in my pants.
We needed to get to my house, now. My patience had eroded to nothing.
The truck didn’t go much faster than the highest speed limit on our drive, but I pushed it as best as I could.
Dakota and Mason were still kissing each other, his hands wandering all over her body before he broke the kiss and pulled her against his side, so she was facing the front. She put one foot up on the seat, her knee bent out wide.
Mason shoved his hand down the front of her pajama pants and Dakota tossed her head back, whining and gripping his wrist as he pumped his fingers.
I could barely keep my eyes on the road, especially not when Mason’s other hand pushed up Dakota’s sweatshirt to cup her exposed breast. She leaned back into him, rolling her hips, pushing her chest out.
The smell in the truck was so thick I could almost taste it.
Angelic sex pheromones and Dakota’s arousal, intertwining deep in my lungs.
The three of us barely made it inside the door of my house before we were tearing Dakota’s clothes off of her, everything discarded in haphazard piles.
Mason’s clothes came off next, and so did mine.
Dakota was barely able to stand up on her own so Mason dragged her over to the couch and set her on his lap, facing away from him.
She angled her hips, immediately sinking down onto his thick cock, her mouth falling open on a moan. I grabbed her throat and kissed the moan right off her lips, her hands grabbing desperately at my body.
I broke the kiss and got on my knees in front of them both, watching Dakota’s eyebrows slant together as I lowered my mouth to her pussy. She was so fucking wet, dripping all over Mason’s dick and his balls, her hips rolling as she fucked him.
I couldn’t stop from kissing her clit, licking the place where Mason stretched her, dragging my tongue lower to his testicles. He groaned, hips flexing.
I kept flicking my tongue on Dakota’s clit over and over, loving the way she whimpered and pleaded for more. Always more. I was happy to give her more. She was squirming, bucking her hips while Mason played with her tits, tugging on her nipples until she was panting.
None of us seemed capable of tempering our depravity. At all.
We were nothing more than a blur of mindless arousal.
Rushed and sloppy and disgustingly horny.
I loved it.
I grabbed Dakota’s hips hard, stopping her bouncing so I could eat her cunt better, licking up all her arousal that’d dripped down and was coating my lips and tongue.
I flattened my tongue over her pulsing clit, feeling the swollen shape of her, flipping my tongue back and forth as her thighs started to shake.
Mason spread his legs wider, in turn spreading hers wider, pushing her hips forward so she couldn’t shy away from my mouth.
I leaned down to put my tongue at the entrance of her pussy, licking her soft wet flesh, licking the base of Mason’s hard cock as he slowly pumped into her. Lower again, to his balls, then back up to Dakota’s clit.
I grabbed his balls with my hand, tugging on them, massaging them.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Dakota whined, her voice breathy and high-pitched.
I could sense the moment she clamped down on Mason’s cock, her legs trembling, her clit so fucking needy on my tongue.
Mason thrust up into her harder a few more times, then I watched the vein at the base of his cock pulsing as he filled Dakota with his cum.
I impatiently lifted her up, then pressed my lips straight to her entrance, licking his cum out of her tight hole.
My cock ached, so fucking hard I couldn’t think of anything except sticking it inside of something hot and slick, thrusting until I came.
Dakota swiveled her hips, Mason’s cum dripping out of her into my mouth, coating my tongue as I pushed it inside of her. Precum dripped from my dick, my balls drawn up tight with the need to come. I felt half-crazed just thinking about it.
So fucking horny I wasn’t thinking straight.
I tried, vaguely, to think straight. But I was still a man.
I didn’t give her much warning before standing up and yanking her all the way off the couch into my arms. Mason was right behind us as I stalked upstairs and tossed her on my bed. Her tits bounced as she landed on the mattress, her hair splayed out on the pillow, soft and golden and shiny.
I climbed onto the bed on top of her, my hips settling between her spread thighs, my cock gripped in my hand. Mason leaned down to grab her throat as he kissed and licked along her jaw.
“You want his dick?” he questioned low in her ear.
She was squirming, her face all red as she bit her lip and stared down at said dick, every vein bulging along my shaft. I pressed the head to her clit, then lower, gliding it through her wetness.
“Do you want it, baby girl?” I asked.
A mindless nod.
I notched myself at her entrance but didn’t push inside. Dakota whined in protest, panting hard. Wetness and cum were dripping down from her pussy to her ass.
“Beg for it. Beg for this cock.”
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please fuck me, Micah.”
“You can do better than that.” I brushed the head of my cock over her clit a few times before moving lower again.
“Please,” she moaned, rolling her head back on the pillow. “I need your cock inside of me. I need it so fucking bad. Please.”
“No,” I murmured, then snatched her wrists, yanking her hands off her tits and holding them above her head, my cock hanging heavy between us, skimming her pussy when I leaned forward to watch her closer. “More than that.”
Mason’s hand slid up to her throat, his voice hoarse when he spoke, just as authoritative as mine. “Beg. Him.”
The words sent a rush through my blood.
Ash.
“Please, Micah,” she pleaded as Mason licked hot from her jaw to her cheek. “I need your dick. Please fuck me. Please.”
“How bad do you need it?”
“More than anything. I’m a slut for you. I want to be your slut. I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t even think, and then fill me with all your cum.” A powerful shiver crawled through her wriggling body.
“God, Dakota,” I groaned, reaching down to grab my cock, pushing just barely inside of her. Not enough to satisfy her in any way—or me, for that matter.
“Please,” she panted as I flipped her onto hands and knees, leaning my body over hers.
“You want my dick? You want my cum? You want me to pound you into this mattress?”
She nodded and nodded. “I want it every day. All the time. I’m so fucking horny, Micah.”
Fuck. Fuck.
“Needy bitch.”
I slowly, slowly began to push my cock inside of her eager pussy. She arched her spine, rolling her hips to take me deeper, her hands clenching into fists on the sheets. Mason’s cum was making everything even slicker, Dakota’s pussy even softer, as I slowly buried my entire length inside her.
She gasped as I shoved the last inch in deep and hard, my hips flush with her ass.
“We fucking own you, Masters,” I growled.
The softest, sweetest, most perfect sound fell from her pink lips, sinking into my pillow. Mason was halfway behind me, one hand on my hip as I lazily thrust in and out of Dakota’s slick pussy, the other palming her ass.
I noted the way his grip flexed when I said we.
“I should tie you to the bed and fuck you however I want, whenever I want. Him, too. You belong to us now and forever. This pussy, this ass, your mouth and your tongue and your throat. Your perfect fucking tits,” I grunted, reaching under her body and squeezing her chest hard enough to make her wince.
“Greedy little slut needed two cocks, and lucky girl got them. You are never getting away from either of us.”
“You hear him, baby?” Mason said, leaning down to be closer to her ear. “I’m never letting you leave either of us. I don’t give a fuck what happens. I am so fucking insane for both of you.”
She was nodding, reaching for him, her eyes pressed shut, eyelashes dark on her pink cheeks.
Mason glanced up at me.
“Do you want to fuck me?” I asked, bracing for his reaction. Dakota stiffened slightly but relaxed quickly enough not to freak me out. Mason stared into my eyes, not betraying much emotion on his face. I was grateful for it.
“You want this dick in your ass, Kill?” he questioned while he reached down to stroke himself.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t,” I confirmed.
No big deal. Just my first time bottoming in two decades.
He didn’t treat it like a big deal, though. I wanted to tell him in words how much I appreciated that, but at the risk of ruining the moment, I chose not to. I wanted this, and I didn’t feel scared with Dakota here, with my cock already buried inside of her.
He used his fingers first, stretching me while I felt some strange combination of panic and suffocating arousal. I wasn’t sure it was panic about what was coming, though. More like panic about ensuring I acted normal.
But neither of them would care if I didn’t act normal.
I tried to use that thought to quiet all the others.
Mason’s touch felt fucking good.
Like it used to. Like I wanted it to.
I leaned into that sensation.
And when he started to replace his fingers with his thick cock, the rest of my anxiety disappeared.