Less than five minutes later, I’m running up behind her, scooping her up and throwing her body over my shoulders, listening to her squeal.
“Bennett! You scared me.”
Landing a firm smack on her ass I state, “You know damn well it was me. Mason wouldn’t have let anyone else get that close to you. Now let’s go inside and get you a little dirty.”
Jogging up the steps I enter in the code for the door and walk in letting Mase close up behind us.
I lower her down until she’s upright again and tilt her head up, “Love you, Tess. Even when you drive me absolutely fucking crazy. But it’s debatable when you ride with Mason instead of me.” I let a grin cover my face, so she knows I’m semi joking.
“I love you too. And I love you too before you start quietly sulking over in the corner.” She directs the last part to my brother who is leaning against the door with his arms crossed quietly watching us. I glance over my shoulder, and he just quirks a single eyebrow before shrugging, knowing she’s not wrong.
“You already know I love you, spitfire. Now we’ve got the rest of the day and all night to do anything we want. Should we paint our nails or paint your face with come?” I can feel him moving closer to us before he walks right by me and then turns, planting himself at Tessa’s back.
Her hair is still pulled back in the braid we make her wear when we ride, and Mason is winding it around his hand, and I know what’s coming.
With a tug he pulls her head back and leans down to kiss her, but I can’t avert my eyes from the elongated slope of her neck on display. I reach out and run the pads of my fingers on my left hand over the delicate skin before resting my thumb right in the hollow. How easy it would be to cut off her airway and watch as she struggles against us, utterly desperate for only the oxygen we can provide her.
“We know you’d die for us, baby. There isn’t much you won’t do, aside from that pesky little thing of not choosing. So we’ve been talking, and we think you deserve something. We’ve taken a page right out of your journal and we’re going to give you exactly what you want.”
“What are you going to do?” Her voice is strained and there’s a hitch in her tone. I can only imagine how many scenarios are going through her head and I decide to give in and tell her. I like her wound up, but we don’t need her stressed out right now.
“Mase and I have gotten pretty good with communicating about you. We should get gold stars or some shit, but we both have purposely been getting you ready for this. You’re gonna take both of us today, baby. I’m gonna bury myself so deep in your tight little ass, I might not ever leave.” Immediately her skin flushes and I watch the tension snap throughout her body and Mason lets go of her hair in order to prevent damage to her neck.
I step back away from Tessa both to give her some space but also because I need her out of her riding gear. I don’t bother gauging my brother’s reaction to my bold statement that I’m going to be the one to claim her first. He got to slide into her cunt first months ago and he’s going to have to fucking deal with it.
“Strip.” Mason commands before I can, and I don’t bother snapping at him even though it’s my first instinctual reaction.
He walks away from her towards the couch, and I turn my attention back to her, watching as she methodically makes quick work of divesting her clothing before a gruff, “Come sit on my dick, baby,” rings out and she doesn’t hesitate to walk straight to my brother who’s sitting butt ass naked on this couch.
“Not even gonna put a towel down, Mase?” I’m fucking laughing because we’re going to fucking ruin the furniture, but I’ll buy them a brand new one. Fuck it.
“You’re so fucking wet already, spitfire. Listen to it.” The room is suddenly filled with the deviant sounds of how wet our girl is as Mason slides two fingers into her center, thrusting in and out multiple times before pulling out and trailing them up between her firm cheeks and easing them into her puckered hole.
“You’re going to be dripping both of us down your legs by the time we’re done with you. Now be a good girl and slide down that dick so I can claim my place.” My voice is hoarse with need coating every drop as she listens without complaint and leans into my brother further opening herself up to us, to me. I can see everything from the way her tight pussy grips his cock and Mason uses both hands to spread her apart. Everything is exposed and I’ve never seen a more perfect sight and I saunter over, tossing my clothes every which way until I’m just as naked as them. Pausing, I reach into the pocket of my jeans at my feet pulling out the to-go lube I had enough sense to grab. Spit is only going to get me so far and I like rough sex more than most but fucking Tessa in the ass with no lube sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.
Watching my brother and my girl fucking has my dick pulsing knowing that in minutes I’ll be sliding into her tight heat as well and I’m rushing to coat myself, “Fuck, baby. Hurry up, Benny before we finish and you’re left hanging with your hand around your dick, jacking off into the universe.”
“I swear to fuck I hope my balls crash against yours and you lose your fucking erection, you motherfucker.” I sneer out, annoyed as fuck at his use of Benny and he knows it.
“If you two aren’t going to get along and fuck me, then this whole thing is useless and I’m better off going and finishing myself off. Maybe I’ll go see if the mechanic can tune m—” Her words are cut off by a swift thrust of Mason’s and I’m stepping closer leaning against her back. Mason removes his fingers from her ass, and I notch myself at her entrance and slowly slide past the tight ring of muscle, allowing her body to grow accustomed to the intrusion.
“Oh fucccck. It’s too much, I don’t think I can do it.” Breathlessly she whispers but there’s no pain in her voice.
“All that shit talking you do and now you want to tap out. You can take it, spitfire. Re-fucking-lax.” I reach around, slipping one hand between their bodies so I can find her clit pressed up tightly against the lower abdomen of my brother. Sliding my fingers through her slick folds I reach the hard button and start circling it, allowing waves of pleasure to thrum through her body and I feel her start to relax.
Mason is giving her the shallowest movements he can and finally I feel my cock sliding all the way in to the hilt, “There’s our girl. Look at you, baby. Stuffed full of Slade dick just like you wanted.”
I start to pull out until just the tip of me is still inside and then I sink back into her, switching off with my brother, thrust for thrust. Working in tandem we fuck her body, wringing every ounce of pleasure from not only her but ourselves. I can feel how tight and full she is, and I’m too far gone in my lust to even be concerned about anything potentially touching Mason.
I know my brother feels the same way because all that’s coming out of his mouth are grunts and moans that are resonating through the air and mixing with my own, almost drowning out the mewls of our little spitfire.
“I — I’m gonna come,” she stammers out and Mase and I look at each other and in unison pick up the pace, slamming our bodies into hers so we can cross the finish line with her.
Her ass is so tight it doesn’t take more than three hard pulses before my balls draw up and I feel my come start to spurt out of me. I pull back just enough so I’m barely inside and I can feel Tessa clench down hard as her own orgasm washes over her, pushing my brother's cock out of her so the last drops of his come mixes with hers covering both of their thighs and the couch.
Her entire body slumps bonelessly into Mason and I stroke down her spine as I pull the rest of the way out and watch as my come slowly starts to leak out of her as aftershocks rack her body.
“Best. Date. Ever,” Tessa says before her stomach rumbles.
“Get up, baby. Let’s get cleaned up and then we’ll grab some food. If you don’t take fucking forever, when we get back maybe we’ll do it again.” My brother taps her on the ass, but he hauls her up himself and walks towards one of the doors off the hallway.
“You coming?” He stops and asks and everything in me wants to be a smartass and quip back already did but I see what he’s trying to do here and accept the invite for what it is.
There truly isn’t anything we wouldn’t do for Tessa Clarke. Our little spitfire. I guess in the end it happened how it was supposed to or whatever the fuck Mia spouts off when she starts talking about the fates.
