I type back: Always
Vander doesn’t text, but I know he’s ready—the asshole always is.
The masks are in a black duffel bag under my bed, so I grab them and head out.
I let myself into Maddie’s apartment quietly. It’s dark, but my eyes adjust quickly. I move through the space with ease, as I now know every inch of this place.
Ace and Vander are already in the kitchen. I toss them their masks and pull on my own as I hear the shower shut off in her bedroom.
Maddie emerges a few minutes later, walking barefoot into the living room. She’s wearing an oversized sweatshirt that probably belongs to her brother and sleep shorts, her damp hair pulled up in a messy bun. She has no idea we’re waiting for her.
Fuck, I want her so badly it physically hurts.
Ace shifts slightly, signaling he’s ready, and Vander nods. We move in unison as she reaches for the light switch.
“Maddie,”I say, and she spins around. Her pupils dilate as she takes us in—all three of us, blocking her exits.
“Oh thank god,” she breathes. “I was hoping you’d come back tonight.”
“You missed us?”I ask.
She doesn’t answer, just watches as we move toward her.
I want to tell her it’s me. To rip off this fucking mask and show her my face and tell her I’ve been thinking about this since the moment we met. I’ve been wondering what it would be like to own her body when she knows it’s me. But I won’t tell her who is under the mask because Ace is right; it’s not fair.
Instead, I grab her and spin her. Fuck the chase. Tonight, I need to be buried inside her. To feel her, hear her little sounds one last time.
I bend her over the back of the couch, and she gasps as my hands slide under her sweater. Her skin is soft and warm, andwhen I pull the fabric over her head, she doesn’t stop me. Her bra comes off next, then I’m yanking down her shorts, leaving her in only her panties.
Vander moves behind me, and I feel his hand on my shoulder—a silent agreement that we’re all in this together. He positions himself on her left while Ace takes her right.
I don’t waste time, simply pulling her panties to the side and sliding into her pussy.
Maddie moans, her back arching as I bury myself deep. She’s already wet, wanting this just as much as we do.
“Fuck,”I groan out, one hand gripping her hip while the other tangles in her hair.“You feel so fucking good.”
I set the pace, and she meets me thrust for thrust, her moans growing louder with each movement. Vander’s hand wraps around her throat, tilting her head to the side, while Ace’s hands skim over her waist, her ribs, finally cupping her breast and tweaking her nipple until she cries out.
I want to tell her. Right there, with my cock buried inside her.
Vander’s hand on my shoulder tightens, a silent reminder.
So I remain quiet and instead fuck her harder. When she comes, making incoherent sounds, I feel something crack inside my chest.
Her body trembles, riding the high of her orgasm, and she has never looked more beautiful.
Ace moves in and stands on the sofa, his cock hard and ready, and I watch as she takes him into her mouth. I shift to the side, and Vander steps up behind her, his fingers already working between her legs, causing her to moan around Ace’s cock.
I position myself to watch, to take in every second. Both the way Vander claims her, and the way she responds to Ace.
She comes again quickly, harder this time, her entire body convulsing. Vander groans, barely holding back his foundpleasure, and I know he feels it too. The weight of what this means. The finality of this moment.
As Vander steps back, an alarm goes off. The sound is so loud and unexpected we all freeze for a second.
“Fuck,”Ace snaps, sliding his dick out of Maddie’s mouth and shoving it back in his pants.
“Breach,” Vander says, already put back together. He’s nothing if not efficient.
