“Have you ever done this before?” Kaz asked, breaking the kiss but keeping our lips brushing against each other.
“No,” I admitted.
Kaz’s cheeks flushed with pleasure. “Oh, baby girl. We’re going to make you feel so good.”
His words made me press harder against Mason’s fingers. There were two inside of me now, soon to become three. Kaz was thrusting shallowly into my pussy, probably trying to pace himself, but it was enough to keep the heat inside of me spreading. I wanted to come apart on both of them, and if Mason took much longer, I wouldn’t last.
“I’m ready,” I said over my shoulder. “Please, Mase. I need you now.”
He ran his fingers down my spine, and then gave my ass a quick, firm, slap. “Tell me what you want.”
I gasped as I felt him nudging at my entrance. “Your cock in my ass.”
“God, I love your dirty mouth,” Mason said as he coiled my hair around his fist. I forced myself to relax all my muscles until I felt him sink all the way inside.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” Mason’s voice was strained.
My arms shook as I tried to hold myself up. The sensation of them inside of me was nearly too much. It was like my world had shrunk to the space inside my body where we had joined with each other. Me and them. Them through me. I was the bridge and the destination. It was overwhelming. Being all that for the two of them.
“You feel so good,” Mason said, moving out just a fraction of an inch before sinking back inside. I let out a soft whimper.
Kaz gripped my face between both of his palms. His arms trembled with the effort it took to stay still inside of me. “How does it feel?” he asked.
It was as if every nerve ending was firing at once in search of a release. “Incredible. I’ve never—” Kaz made a shallow thrust. “Oh my God.” I felt my second orgasm just waiting to be unleashed.
My words gave them confidence. They picked up their speed, apparently set on melting my insides. I think I might have tried to say something, but I couldn’t form words.
“This is just—” Kaz began and then threw his head back in a desperate moan when Mason changed his angle slightly. “Fucking hell.”
We were melded together, moving in a perfect rhythm, as if we’d been made for this.
“Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Kaz caught my nipple with his mouth as his own release consumed him. The sight of his face in this moment was enough to throw me over the edge once again.
I clenched around the two of them, sweat rolling down the valley of my breasts and dripping on Kaz’s abs, and then Mason was no longer holding onto my hair, but his breath was warm on my neck. “Oh, Mol,” he moaned, thrust one more time and stiffened, fully sheathed inside of me. I rolled my hips, wanting to draw out their pleasure, until finally my body gave out, and I collapsed on top of Kaz.
We stayed that way, fused together, with the sound of our desperate heartbeats loud in my ears.
25
MASON
Sunlight warmedmy face as I walked back home from the store, my arms laden with grocery bags. I’d woken up earlier than usual and decided I wanted to cook something delicious for Molly and Kaz. If they were half as ravenous as me, we’d have no problem getting through the carton of eggs and pack of bacon I’d picked up.
There was a newly acquired spring in my step. So this is what life could be like when you were surrounded by people who knew exactly who you were and accepted you for it.
The mind-melting threesome last night had also helped.
If I thought my obsession with Molly was unhealthy before, it was definitely reaching lethal levels now. Someone could tell me this woman would be the death of me, and I wouldn’t give a damn. Being with her was like laying a drum track for a new song for the very first time. Exhilarating and full of potential.
It shocked the hell out of me how much I enjoyed seeing Kaz give her pleasure. Even though this was all completely new for me and my friend, we’d so far managed to avoid any awkwardness that came with the territory. We were in this together, with her as our primary focus, and aside from music, nothing in my life had ever felt this right before.
At home, I unloaded the groceries, washed my hands, and began to work on our breakfast.
Molly popped in while I was scrambling a dozen eggs. She sported a bedhead and wore one of my old KISS T-shirts. I couldn’t help but grin at the sight.
“I thought I smelled bacon,” she said sleepily before padding over to me and giving me a kiss. “Need any help, chef?”
I smacked her ass and pulled her in for another kiss. The fact that I could just do that—kiss her whenever I wanted—was still mind-boggling. “Yeah. Check on the oven, please.”
