My head goes a little hazy as I search Mason’s nightstand drawer, because I have an idea what he wants to do … and, oh my fucking god am I interested. The thought of the two of us inside Lennon at once is more than enough to make my dick stand up at attention. I toss the bottle on the edge of the bed and return to the two of them. He has a hand on each of her ass cheeks and is helping her work up and down his cock. Lennon lets out breathy little noises every time she sinks down onto him, and it’s actually rather impressive that he’s able to stand there without any support and let her bounce on his dick like that. I shudder as a jolt of desire moves swiftly through me.
Grasping my shirt at the back of my neck, I peel out of it one motion. Mase’s eyes connect with mine before giving her earlobe one final suck. He gives me a little wink and pointedly focuses his gaze on my crotch. He raises a brow, as if he’s waiting, so I unfasten my pants and pull my dick out. It aches with need—for both of them. The lust shooting through my body is uncontrollable. Dizzying. My eyes pin on Mason’s gaze as I thrust my thick veiny cock into my fist, giving myself a subtle squeeze at the head. I let my heart thud in my chest for several beats and drag in one breath after another in an attempt to steady myself. Are we really going to try this?
Mason’s brows draw together, and he gives me a nod. Yes. Yes, we are. Coming in close, I put a hand on Lennon’s waist and sweep her hair away from her neck. I want my mouth on the same place Mason’s was when I first encountered them. Want to claim them both.
Lennon’s breath shudders out. “Please.”
“What do you need, Lennon?” My voice is all raspy and rough in a way that probably betrays the fact that I’m turned on as all hell, but I don’t care if they know it. I slip my hand under Lennon’s squirming ass where she’s taking Mason’s long, thick cock so fucking well. My fingers slide effortlessly through her arousal. They moan in a sexy symphony as I take my time caressing both of them where his dick pumps in and out of her. Ah, fuck. She’s still wearing her thong. Mason must have opted to pull it aside in his anxiousness to get inside her. I can’t really blame him.
“Oh god,” she groans, writhing against my fingers. “That. Keep doing that.” She’s so fucking wet and aroused, I don’t think she’ll object to anything we want to do with her.
Mason’s eyes are dilated so much they are nearly black with desire. He watches as I lick and nip at Lennon’s neck, and every time my fingers encounter his dick, his chest jerks, and he holds his breath. Lennon, though, relaxes between us, experimentally leaning back against my chest, giving Mason enough room to duck his head and take one of her nipples into his mouth. Watching him sucking on her, the way he leaves her pebbled skin wet and glistening, it does something to me.
“Fuck, Mase,” Lennon cries out, as he switches to her other tit and greedily begins tormenting her all over again.
She’s coming apart at the seams already, so I gather the slick wetness coating my fingers and slide them back to her ass. A startled breath leaves her, and she jerks in response to the way I touch her, slowly circling the puckered skin, as she continues to work Mason’s cock.
“You got her?” I catch Mason’s eye, and he lets go of her nipple with a wet pop, pulling her close to capture her lips. He groans into her mouth and swipes his tongue inside, never closing his eyes as he teases her with the fiery kiss because he wants to be aware of every move I make.
It’s now or never. I snatch the lube off the bed, flip the cap open, and squirt some onto my fingers. Working it over my dick, I just barely stop the hedonistic groan from ripping out of my throat. “Lennon, you remember what we talked about? How good it felt to have my finger in your ass while I fucked you?” I add more lube to my fingers before tossing the bottle aside.
She sucks in a breath, and her teeth clamp down on her lip, wild eyes bouncing between Mase in front of her and over her shoulder to me. “I—”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Mason leans in, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses up the column of her throat, sucking her skin along the way. “You’re going to feel so good your body will riot.” He nods at her, almost as if to let her know everything will be okay.
I bring my lips to the shell of her ear. “Do you want my big cock to fill you up?” I can’t see her expression, but I feel the shiver of pleasure roll through her body as I lightly brush my fingers over her puckered skin.
Her voice has gone all raspy and husky when she whispers, “Y-yes.”
Mason skims his lips over her jawline. “We’re going to take good care of you, baby. Just tell us if we need to slow down or if you’re uncomfortable.” His hands palm each cheek, spreading her open as best he can for me. I play with her ass for a moment, sliding my lube-coated fingers around and around until she’s pushing back against them, then I carefully slip one inside her.
“How’s that feel?” But I hardly need to ask because her movements immediately become more frantic, and the pants leaving her lips are audible. My dick weeps with the knowledge of what’s to come.
“So good,” she murmurs.
“You ready for another?” I whisper near her ear.
She shudders in response. “Fuck, yes. Please.” Her head drops back on my shoulders. “Oh god, please.”
I deftly insert a second finger, then begin to pump them in and out in time with Mason’s thrusts, all while trying to ignore the fact that I can feel his dick against my fingers from the inside. It’s going to be ten million times more intense with my cock in there, not just for me, but for Mason and Lennon as well. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to come from the mere idea of getting inside her ass, rather than actually making it happen.
Through clenched teeth, I murmur, “Tell me when you think you’re ready to try this, baby. No pressure.”
“Just remember the last thing we’d ever want is to hurt you. We’ve got you.” Mason connects his lips to hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She moans and kisses him back, her body fully trembling with anxious anticipation.
“I’m ready.” She twists her body, her tongue dipping inside my mouth with greedy licks.
Raw need fires through me as she straightens herself, and I remove my fingers, only to replace them with my dick. I nudge the head against her ass, and she gasps. “Breathe for us, Stella Bella. This might be a little intense at first.”
Lust is thick in the room, hanging in the air and making it difficult to think about anything other than getting inside this gorgeous girl. Mason watches me with his full lower lip caught between his teeth. He gives me the barest of nods as he observes her facial expressions. So far, so good.
Lennon slides upward on his dick and when she comes back down, she pushes against me.
“That’s it, baby.”
Mason’s lips skim across her forehead. “Relax, Kin. Easy does it.”
As soon as he says this, her body does relax, allowing the fat head of my cock to breach the tight ring of muscle. I’m inside her ass. I suck in a sharp breath because the way she’s clamping down on me is making my vision tunnel. All three of us freeze in place. Holy fucking heaven. My head spins, and I fight for control. Sweat pops out on my forehead as I hold myself back.
Lennon’s breath stutters. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
“Open your eyes, and look at me, baby.” Mason’s voice is gritty and low, his jaw clenched. “We need to know you’re okay.”
She must open them because I see the relief wash over his face. She nods. “Is it okay if I move?”
Her words have blood pumping through my entire body, most of it diverting to my dick, but a good amount also thrums loudly in my head. “Do whatever is comfortable for you.” I take a half step closer, readjusting to a better angle, and oh my fuck, she sinks farther onto my dick.
Lennon braces her hands on Mason’s shoulders, then makes a subtle movement upward before sliding back down, taking us both. The heady moan that tears from her lips has electricity racing down my spine. Sweet fucking fuck. The feeling of her body tightening down on me is sublime. Just fuckin’ incredible.
“Jesus. Fuck. I totally feel you in there with me.” Mason’s eyes grow hot with burning need as he stares over her shoulder into my eyes.
Lennon moves again, and it’s so fucking good, I could seriously pass out. Instead, I grip her hips, pull back and grind into her as she presses downward onto us. I groan so fucking loudly it’s almost embarrassing. “Fuuuck.”
“You can say that again.” Mason presses his mouth to hers, then comes over her shoulder at me. I meet him halfway. Kissing him. Both of us moving inside our girl’s body. Fuck. I don’t know how much more I can handle.
Lennon is writhing in our arms. “I-I need—” Mase and I break our kiss just in time for her to finish. “I need for you to take over. Take control. I want you so fucking deep. Fuck me. I want you to.”
I meet Mason’s eyes over her shoulder. “Nice and slow.” At his nod of agreement, we pull back slowly, then thrust at the same time.
“Oh my fuck. Oh—” Lennon’s body jerks. “More. Again.”
We set an easy rhythm, and before long, there’s a chorus of moans and cries and groans flying from our mouths, completely unbidden.
“Well, fuck.” Those two words have our heads whipping toward the doorway. “If I’d known what was going on up here, I’d have gotten rid of the cops so much fucking faster.” Bear shuts the door behind him and turns, taking in the scene before him. “I knocked, but no one answered.”
“We didn’t hear you.” I offer him an apologetic smirk, gesturing to the current situation.
“I can see why. No fucking worries. Carry on.” Bear crosses the room as we slowly begin to fuck Lennon again, setting off tremors throughout her body. Bear leans in, grasping Lennon’s chin in his hand. He guides her face to him. “You feeling good, Little Gazelle?”
“S-so f-fucking good,” she stutters out, her breasts bouncing with every piston of our hips. “So full.”
“Good. I’m gonna watch.” He plants a firm kiss on her mouth before leaving us to it. I can see him out of the corner of my eye. He’s climbed onto the bed and has taken his dick out of his joggers. Slowly stroking himself, his eyes travel over us while Lennon begins to spin out of control.
I reach around her body, applying pressure to her clit with my fingers. “How’s it feel to have Mase plunging deep inside your sweet cunt, me taking your ass, and Bear jerking off to the whole thing? It gets you so fucking hot, doesn’t it?”
She cries out, and whether it’s my words or my fingers that send her over the edge, I have no idea, but it doesn’t matter. She’s coming hard, throwing her head back against my chest. “Yes! Oh god. Fuck.” Her ass rhythmically clenches my dick, and I know Mason’s getting a similar ride as his eyes practically roll back in his head as we continue to ease in and out of her pussy and ass. She claws at Mason’s shoulder and reaches back to grab my nape and tug me close. I doubt if she’s cognizant of how fucking blissfully in rapture she appears. The sounds she makes, the way she moves, it’s all fucking perfection.
I can’t hold back any longer, her contracting muscles milk my cock so fucking good. “Fuuuck,” I heave out. “Gonna come.” I plunge into her one last time, burying myself deep as my hot cum spurts from me.
Mason follows right after. “Fuck. Oh my fucking god.” He slams into her, breathing so fucking hard, I wonder if he might pass out from the pleasure.
“Good fucking girl,” Bear grits from over on the bed.
It takes several minutes for us to calm our racing hearts, and it’s only then that I come to my senses and realize we’re standing in the middle of Mason’s bedroom with Lennon impaled on our two cocks. I wet my lips, then meet Mason’s dazed eyes, but my words are for Lennon. “You okay, baby?”
She nods, but it’s almost as if she’s been fucked speechless. I grasp her by the waist, lift her ever so slightly, and we slip our dicks from her body while she unwraps her legs from Mason’s hips. On shaky legs, she sways, then grabs onto Mason’s arms to steady herself. I don’t make a move to let go of her. She’s bound to be weak-kneed after what we just did.
Mason ducks his head, trying to get her to look at him. “Kintsukuroi? You sure you’re okay?”
She takes several breaths before carefully nodding. “Yes. I’m just … overwhelmed, I think.”
From the bed, Bear rasps, “Why don’t you two clean up?” He jerks his head toward the bathroom. “I’ll take care of her.”
My brows dart together, but when I meet his eyes, there’s a certain look in them that leaves no room for argument. The protector has come out to play. I let go of her waist, moving to her side so I can finally see her face and get a read on her. “Is that okay with you, Lennon?”
“Yes. But I’m really okay.” Her cheeks are pink with exertion from the wild ride we took her on. She gives Bear a wobbly smile. “Promise.”
With eyes only for her, he pats his thigh and grits out, “Little Gazelle, come to Daddy.”
Lennon’s face flushes bright red, but she walks directly to him and into his arms. Mason shrugs, unfazed, and slings an arm around my shoulders, hooking my neck. It doesn’t bother me either, so long as Daddy treats her right. As we head for the bathroom, he helps Lennon out of the sundress that’d been caught around her middle and holds her steady while she slips out of the thong, too. I’m gonna guess Bear’s nowhere near done with her. His turn.
Venturing into the bathroom, we don’t bother to shut the door behind us. As I’m ridding myself of the jeans and cleaning up, I hear the distinct sounds of Lennon’s moans coming from the bedroom. Yep. He’s taking care of her, all right.
Satisfied that he’s got her, I lean against the counter with my ass propped against it while I wait for Mason.
“That was really fucking hot,” Mason murmurs in low tones as he stands before me, his semi-hard dick bobbing between us. He brushes his hair out of his eyes, giving me a cheeky, somewhat devilish grin. “I knew I’d probably be able to feel you in there, but holy fuck.”
I reach for his hip, tugging him between my legs. “My only regret is that I didn’t get to taste these lips nearly enough.” I cup his face, sliding the pad of my thumb over his lower lip. I want to suck it into my mouth and get lost in him. I don’t quite know where the turning point was with us, whether it was sharing Lennon or being together alone when we weren’t freaking angry as hell at each other … maybe somewhere in between … but I know I’m more comfortable with Mason than I ever expected I would be given our history … and more secure in my own skin, too. Mason’s done that for me.
He leans in, breathing in each one of my breaths, then slides his hands up my chest. Our cocks align, becoming trapped between us, and he presses his body to mine, grinding our pelvises together. I groan, feeling a little lightheaded at the sensation. “Well, lemme remedy the fucking lack of kisses.” He scrapes his teeth right over that delectable lip of his as he raises his dark brows, then so fast I don’t register what he’s doing, he grabs my head and slams his mouth to mine. He immediately demands entrance with his hot, wicked tongue, and I don’t deny him. The way he’s rubbing his cock alongside mine as we kiss is so fucking hot, we might spontaneously combust. It’s wild and gritty and everything I’ve come to expect from Mason.
He pulls away first, both of us gasping for air. His hand drifts down between us, and he cups my balls, giving them a light squeeze, then runs his palm along the underside of my quickly hardening erection. There’s a light of mischief in his eye. “Let’s join them.”
