I know it.
I know myself.
“One of you two better come over here and get this started, or I might just run away from sheer nerves,” I say, my voice husky.
Koda steps forward, surprising me, and brings his body up close to mine, but he doesn’t touch me. He’s so close I can feel the heat of him, but he does not make contact. That only makes my body scream out inside even more, because, dammit, I want him to make contact. I want his hands on me. I want his mouth on me. I want him inside me.
“Got rules,” he says, his voice low, his eyes so intense it’s hard to look into them.
“Okay,” I whisper, too scared he’ll hear how turned on I am by the shaky sound of my voice. Whispering is a safer option.
Mason steps up behind me, his big body pushing me closer to Koda’s. Finally, we touch. His hard frame molds against my soft one, and I bite my lip to keep from whimpering at the feel of his incredible size against me. Not just his muscles and his large body, but the thick cock now pressing against my belly through his jeans.
It’s impressive.
“Mason does not fuck you.”
Mason makes a sound from behind me, the beginning of an argument, a protest maybe, but Koda looks up and he immediately stops.
I, however, do not.
“Why not?” I ask, and Koda’s eyes move back to me.
“Because I fuckin’ said so, that’s why. The only cock goin’ inside your body tonight is mine. He can have your mouth, and your hands, and he can taste you. But he does not fuck you.”
I blink once, then twice. Anyone would think he was a little jealous, maybe even being protective of me. There just seems to be no other reason why he wouldn’t allow Mason to have sex with me. Only, it makes no sense because he doesn’t even like me. The only reason he’s here is because he wants inside me, and I want him there, so we’re on even ground.
“Okay,” I tell him, because I don’t want to argue and ruin the mood.
Also, there’s the fact that the very idea of Koda being inside me has my skin prickling in the best kind of way. I’ve imagined this on more than one occasion. His big body against me, moving, panting, growling, his cock inside me, his lips on my skin.
I tremble.
“Think she’s ready,” Mason murmurs, reaching for my tank top and pulling it up and over my head without a second’s hesitation.
I gulp.
Literally gulp.
Nobody says anything.
Koda just keeps looking at me with that intensity, the one that makes my whole body feel weird.
Mason removes my top and bra until I’m standing before them, breasts exposed, feeling strangely vulnerable. I’m not usually shy around men. I know I have a beautiful body, I know I have all the assets they desire, and I know that I’m pretty. I’ve never had body issues. Which is surprising, considering the life I’ve led. But I don’t, and I’m thankful for it. Because the world is a cruel place, and men can be especially cruel, even to the most beautiful girls.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” Koda growls, reaching up and cupping my breast.
My breath hitches, and I swear I stop breathing. My lungs burn and, finally, a breath whooshes out of my lips when his fingers pinch my nipple and he begins rolling. As if that wasn’t enough desire, Mason is currently sliding off my panties, leaving me naked and exposed while both of them still have clothes on.
Mason’s fingers reach around and find my pussy. He gently parts it and slips his finger in, finding my clit. I gasp and lean back into him a little while Koda keeps his big hands on my breasts, working my nipples until my body feels like it’s going to explode with an incredible, unfamiliar pleasure.
“You put your fingers in her pussy, but my mouth touches it first,” Koda growls, eyes swinging to Mason.
“Yeah,” Mason growls back. “Fuck. She’s sweet.”
Mason slides a finger inside me, and I whimper, knees trembling.
“And fuckin’ wet,” he adds.
Oh, god. It’s too much. It feels so good. Koda drops his mouth to my neck and starts sucking on the skin there, not hard, just small nips and pulls at my flesh, making my skin prickle. His hands keep working my boobs in a way no one has ever worked them. Most men are messy when it comes to fondling breasts, but Koda certainly is not. He is skilled and careful, and his movements are perfectly stimulating.
My pussy clenches around Mason’s fingers and my knees start shaking harder.
“She’s about to come,” he rasps to Koda.
“Then stop.”
Suddenly, Mason’s fingers leave my body and I’m left empty, shaking, and so hot it hurts. I blink and start protesting, but Koda moves his mouth up until he finds my lips, and he knocks the breath clean out of my lungs when he kisses me. He kisses me in a way I’ve never been kissed. As if it’ll be the last time either of us ever feel the sensation of another person.
His lips.
His mouth.
The stubble on his chin.
The way his hand cups my jaw.
I forget everything else except him. My whole world becomes about that moment. I reach up and curl my fingers into his hair, not realizing until right now just how much this moment meant to me, just how much I needed it, and just how much Koda had gotten under my skin. I didn’t think it mattered, hell, I didn’t think he mattered, but the way my body is responding to his lips on mine, it would appear I am wrong.
So very wrong.
I gasp when he finally pulls back, and I want more. I want him to come back. I want his mouth back on mine. I want it to be just me and him. Just for a second. Hell, even one night. But I know that’ll never happen. Koda is too proud, and he’s too good at his job. He’ll never, ever allow me to get in as deep as I’m allowing him. That thought burns my heart. It just sinks it right into my chest.
Because I don’t want it to be like this.
For once in my life, I just want something to be genuine, and real, and not about drugs, or money, or power.
Just me.
And someone else.
And a moment that brings us together.
“Get on the bed,” Koda growls, and I move quickly, legs trembling as I walk over to the bed and sit on the end.
Koda looks to Mason. “Sit behind her, rub her tits, kiss her neck, make it feel like fuckin’ heaven for her while I eat her pussy.”
Oh. My. God.
I don’t get a second to say anything, or argue, not that I would. Mason takes the hem of his shirt and pulls it up and over his head, exposing an incredibly strong and masculine body, covered, like the rest, in tattoos. Ink runs down one shoulder, over his chest and down his arm. It’s all ancient statues and literature, only I don’t get time to see what any of it says, because he drops his pants.
And oh, boy.
It’s long, and thick, and so damned lovely.
Any woman would be in all her glory seeing Mason naked, big hand stroking that gorgeous cock.
I stare at it for only a second longer before he moves to the side of the bed and climbs on, sitting behind me, legs either side of mine, pulling me back so I’m resting back against his chest, big hands coming over to cup my breasts. I gasp and tilt my head back, looking up at him. He leans down, tilting his head so he can kiss me, softly, then deeply.
Koda moves quietly, and I can hear the shuffling of his clothes, and I want to turn and look at him, to see him naked again even though I’ve already viewed the perfection that is him. But Mason’s kiss is enthralling, and I can’t move my lips from his.
The bed dips, and two big hands take my thigh, pushing my legs open. I gasp into Mason’s mouth and my heart races with anticipation and a few nerves as Koda positions himself between my legs, fingers holding my thighs, hot breath puffing against my pussy.
My god.
I’m going to die.
My pussy is throbbing, an almost painful ache as I wait with eager anticipation over what’s about to happen. Koda’s mouth is about to hit me where I need
it the most, and I don’t know if I can handle waiting a second longer. I moan into Mason’s mouth, and he pulls back, dropping his mouth to my neck as his hands massage my nipples and breasts, making my body burn from the inside out.
Koda’s mouth presses against my pussy.
Everything explodes.
My body.
My mind.
My soul.
Everything.
I moan out loud, even before his tongue has slid out to delve into my depths. Just the feeling of his lips touching my pussy is enough to send me over the edge. Mason’s hands move on my breasts, a little rougher, a little harder, and Koda’s tongue slips out and starts flicking at my clit.
Like a god damned pro.
Up and down, side to side, mouth cupping and sucking, tongue rolling and swirling, fingers pressing against my entrance, but not yet pushing in. The pleasure crossed with the anticipation is too much for me to handle. I arch, and one of Mason’s arms goes down to my ribs and wraps around, pushing me back down. One of Koda’s takes hold of my hip, holding me still as he absolutely destroys me with his mouth.
I’m screaming.
I don’t care.
It feels so damned good.
Mason’s cock is pressing hard against my back and I reach beneath us, curling my hand around it and squeezing. He hisses. I start frantically stroking, and he releases me enough for me to lift my body up just slightly so I can do that. Koda’s mouth continues to make my body come alive; his mouth works my pussy in a way I’ve never experienced before in my life.
I can’t handle it.
I can handle it.
I want it.
I don’t want it.
His finger finally pushes inside me, curling up and rubbing over the aching bundle of nerves inside me.
I cry out, an orgasm rocking me, ripping from the inside of my body outward until I’m trembling, and screaming, and jerking on Mason’s dick so hard he’s hissing behind me, moans of pleasure filling the air. Koda’s fingers slide from my body, coated in me, and he growls, “Flip over, suck Mason’s dick. I’m going to fuck you so damned hard.”
I let my eyelids flutter open, and I look up at him, staring down at me, body panting and hard, muscles defined and perfect, cock thick and jutting up to his belly. Fingers wet from my pussy. He brings them to his mouth, and sucks me off them. My lips part and I whimper, releasing Mason’s dick and sitting up, reaching for Koda’s arm and pulling his fingers from his mouth, bringing them to mine.
I suck myself off him, too.
He hisses a curse, and looks up to Mason. “Flip her over. Can’t take a second more of not havin’ my cock inside her.”
“Feel you, bro,” Mason grinds out.
Mason encourages me over and I eagerly go, falling to my stomach and curling his cock in my palm. I stroke it a few times. It’s angry, and red, and so swollen it looks like it hurts. Koda’s hands go to my hips, lifting them up so my ass is in the air, but my upper body is still down low, so I can do both things at once. I part my lips and lean down, letting Mason’s cock slide into my mouth. It’s hot and silky smooth and my lips stretch around the length.
Mason hisses, his fingers tangling into my hair.
Koda makes a low, deep growl with his throat, and I hear the sound of a condom wrapped being torn open. A few seconds later, his cock as it my entrance, pushing in just enough to let me feel the burn. It’s been a long time, and Koda’s big. Really big. He bucks his hips a little, pushing the head in, and I whimper around Mason’s cock. Tight stretching fills my lower body, and I know for a few minutes this is going to hurt.
In the best possible way.
“Fuck. You’re tight. How long has it been since you’ve had a cock inside you?” Koda murmurs, his voice low and husky.
I release Mason and whimper, “A while.”
“You ain’t goin’ to fuck her, Koda, I will, man,” Mason grinds out, body tight.
“Over my dead body,” Koda growls.
I put my mouth back on Mason after he gives me a gentle tug to my hair, and I try to focus on sucking him and bringing him pleasure, but when Koda slides inside me, for a moment I can’t move. My mouth parts slightly, Mason’s cock still in its depths, and I make a strangled, pleasured sound. Everyone goes silent for a few seconds as my body adjusts to the invasion.
After a bit, Koda pulls back slowly, and then thrusts back in again.
I moan, Mason growls, and Koda makes a hissing sound.
Then he starts bucking his hips, fucking me slowly, yet firmly. I moan and suck Mason, hand going up to stroke his shaft while I do. It’s hard to concentrate with my body exploding from the pleasure Koda is bringing me, mixed with exquisite pain that is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Mason’s fingers tug in my hair, and he starts moving my head to his liking, up and down, fast, deep.
I gag and moan, Koda fucks me harder now, balls slapping against my pussy, hands on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh.
I can’t take it.
I can’t take it for a second more.
I open my mouth and scream as an orgasm takes over my body once more. My knees shake, my body shakes, my moans radiate over Mason’s dick, but I can’t stop them. They just keep coming, like a tap has been turned on and nobody is game to turn it off. Over and over I moan, and scream, and tremble as Koda’s thrusts become more frantic, smashing my body so hard I jerk into Mason over and over.
I stop my moaning and wrap my lips firmly around him, letting him move my head as he wishes. His body is tight, he’s moaning deep and low, and Koda is rasping out a curse behind me. The moment is incredible, better than anything I could have ever imagined. Two men, writhing and growling in pleasure, because of me. Just Charlie. One girl.
Mason rasps out, “I’m going to come, fuck,” a few seconds before hot spurts of liquid fill my mouth. Shot after shot slides down my throat, and I take it all, swallowing until there isn’t a drop left.
Then Koda makes a husky, raspy sound, and slams his hips into me one last time. I can feel the pulsing of his cock as he comes, his body jerking just a little behind me, his hips doing random movements to milk himself clean. After a few seconds, his fingers ease on my hips and he pulls back; my body is suddenly very empty as he leaves me. I release Mason, too, but I put my head into his lap because my body doesn’t want to work.
It’s ruined.
In the best possible way.
I don’t think I’ll ever recover from that.
And hell, I don’t want to.
~*~*~*~
NOW - CHARLIE
I can’t sleep.
I lie in my bed for what seems like hours after the night with Koda and Mason. Thinking about it, my body heats. My core aching from the invasion of Koda. Everything feels alive, and I can’t wind down from it. I refuse to let feelings of guilt or shame invade my mind. What we did was on a whole different level. It felt incredible. Like for the first time I had something else to worry about in my life outside of my father.
Like I could focus on something else.
Something real.
I slide out of bed, wrapping my robe around myself. My body naked beneath the satin material. I pad quietly out of the room and glance over where Mason and Boston are sleeping. They’re both out. Mason on his back, shirtless, big hands up behind his head. Boston is on his stomach, arms up near his head, big back on display. Drool.
I glance at Koda’s door.
It’s closed.
I bite my lip and tip toe to the front door and creak it open, stepping outside and onto the dimly-lit patio. There is an old swinging chair sitting by the living room window, and I glance over at it, stopping when I see Koda, shirtless, wearing only a pair of boxers, sitting on it. He’s staring off into the distance, his body relaxed.
Should I leave him be?
The bandage on his arm looks soaked, like he’s bled a little. Did he hurt himself further doing what we did tonight?
I should ask him. Check on it. Make sure he?
??s okay.
I walk over quietly and sits down. He has to have heard me, but he doesn’t move to look at me. For a second, we just sit, staring into the darkness, both of us quiet. I decide to push, just a little, to take the risk and ask him about Braxton. Everyone knows by now his brother was an important part of his life, but nobody really knows what went on. Not really. Not the depths of it.
Maybe he’ll tell me.
Maybe he won’t.
But I’m curious to know.
“Tell me about Braxton,” I say softly, into the night.
Wind tickles my face, and I close my eyes for a second, breathing in the cool, crisp air.
I expect Koda to say no, to tell me to go to hell, but for whatever reason, his mood seems mellow tonight. Maybe it’s the sex, maybe it’s that he knows for right now we’re safe. Whatever the case, he speaks, his voice husky and so damned sexy it makes my heart ache for him.
I want him so much more than I’ve wanted anyone in my life. And that terrifies me.
“Never talked much about my brother.”
His tone isn’t snappy, or frustrated.
He’s merely telling his truth.
“I can understand that,” I say, crossing my legs and snuggling further back into the chair. “I don’t talk about my mother a great deal. In fact, most people who know me simply know she passed away. They don’t know how or why. Your club are the first people I’ve trusted with that information.”
“Did it fuck you up?”
His question startles me, not because it’s bad, but because it isn’t what I expected him to say. It’s a question that is seemingly simple and yet its answer can run so deep. Did it fuck me up? Watching her die? Watching her get blown away right in front of me? Becoming my father’s slave for years? Missing her so heavily I still carry the ache in my chest?
Yes.
It fucked me up.
On an epic level.
“Yes,” I say simply, because it’s the truth. “Yes, it did fuck me up.”
“Then you know how it feels,” he says, his voice low and scratchy. “You know how it feels to go through live never feelin’ fuckin’ joy because you know the feelin’ of darkness so well it becomes you.”