Triple Take - Ch. 02

I didn't sleep. Not really.

I laid there all night aching. Wet. Embarrassed by the mess I'd become just from the sounds behind the wall.

By morning, my panties were soaked, clinging to me in the worst way. My thighs rubbed hot when I walked, and my skin felt too tight everywhere. I had to bite the inside of my cheek just to keep myself grounded.

I padded out to the kitchen, hoping to clear my head.

But then I saw Mason.

He stood at the counter in nothing but a pair of low-hanging black boxers, drinking straight from the carton of orange juice. His back muscles flexed as he turned, tattoos rippling across his shoulder blades.

His eyes landed on me.

A grin bloomed across his mouth like he already knew what I'd been dreaming about.

"Morning, sweetheart." He glanced at my tank top. "No bra?"

I froze. My nipples were pressing tight against the thin fabric. There was no hiding it. And he was looking. No one's ever spoken to me like that - like they wanted me.

He stepped closer.

"Didn't sleep much?" he asked, voice low.

I swallowed. "Not really."

"Hmm." His eyes dragged down to my bare thighs. "Was it the noise?"

I blinked. My heart nearly stopped. "What noise?"

Mason stepped forward until I could feel the heat rolling off his chest.

"You heard them, didn't you?" he whispered. "Heard your mom moaning? Heard my dad fucking her against the wall? Luckily they're both at work now and won't be back till this evening."

My breath hitched.

He smirked. "Bet you soaked through your little panties, didn't you?"

My mouth opened, but no sound came out.

"Let me guess," he said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "You've never even been touched down there, have you?"

I shook my head.

His smirk dropped.

"Fuck," he muttered. "Of course you're a virgin."

He stepped closer until my back hit the fridge. His hand slid up my side, teasing the hem of my shirt, his thumb skimming bare skin.

"You want it though," he whispered against my neck. "I can smell it on you, Ivy."

My knees nearly gave out.

"Let me touch you," he said, voice rough. "Let me show you what it's supposed to feel like."

I should've said no.

But I didn't.

I nodded.

That was all it took.

⸻

He carried me to his room like I weighed nothing.

He laid me down on his bed, the sheets warm, the pillows smelling like cedar and skin and sweat. I could barely breathe. My chest rose and fell too fast.

Mason kneeled between my legs and pulled my shorts down slowly, watching the soaked crotch of my panties cling to my folds.

"Fuck, baby. You're dripping. You got this wet just from listening?"

He pressed a finger right against the fabric and I gasped, hips jerking.

"Sensitive," he whispered. "I love that."

Then he hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled my panties off completely.

I was bare in front of him, shaved bald down there. Blushing, trembling, aching.

But he didn't laugh.

He groaned. "Look at that pretty pussy. So pink. So fucking sweet."

Then he bent down and tasted me.

I cried out.

His tongue flattened against my slit, then flicked hard against my clit. I bucked. I couldn't help it. His hands held my thighs open, his mouth working me like he was starved.

"So wet for me," he growled into me. "You were made for this."

His tongue moved in circles, then sharp, fast licks that made me shake.

He sucked on my clit and shoved two fingers deep inside me, curling them.

"Mason--fuck--!"

"That's it," he growled. "Come on my tongue, baby. Let me taste your first fucking orgasm."

I came hard, legs clamping around his head, mouth open in a silent scream. It crashed through me like lightning, all heat and pleasure and wet, messy bliss.

He licked me through it, slow now, tongue easing the aftershocks.

When I could breathe again, he stood and tugged down his boxers.

And Jesus.

He was thick. Long. Veiny and hard and already leaking at the tip.

"You ready for your first cock?" he asked, voice hoarse.

I nodded, eyes wide, body still buzzing.

He grabbed a condom--

"No," I said suddenly, breathless. "Inside me. I want to feel it."

His eyes darkened with hunger. "Fuck, Ivy."

He pressed the thick head against my entrance and groaned as I clenched around him.

"Shit. You're tight. I'll go slow."

He pushed in, inch by inch, stretching me wide, filling me so deep I thought I'd split apart.

My nails raked down his back. My breath caught in my throat.

Then he bottomed out.

"Goddamn," he growled. "You're gonna ruin me."

He started to move. Slow at first, then faster. Each thrust rocked the bed, filled the room with the wet sound of skin on skin.

My body took it--wanted it. Every inch. Every stroke.

He kissed me hard as he fucked me, one hand gripping my hip, the other on my throat--not squeezing, just owning.

"You're mine now," he growled. "This pussy's mine."

I moaned his name.

"You gonna let Jesse use you next?"

I whimpered. I should've been worried about what that meant, but I wasn't. I was excited at the thought of being used by both of them.

He pounded harder.

"Yeah, you will," he said. "You're our little toy now. Aren't you?"

"Yes," I gasped. "Please--use me--fill me--"

His rhythm stuttered. He groaned deep in his chest.

Then he came, thick and hot, inside me. His cock pulsed deep in my core, coating my walls with his release.

He collapsed over me, breath heavy against my neck.

"Fuck," he whispered. "That was your first time?"

I nodded, still wrecked, still spread wide beneath him.

"You're gonna break us all, Ivy."