I freeze, my mouth hanging open. Apart from last night, sex has always been a completely private thing for me so I’m not used to having eyes on me when I’m in this position.
Dane realizes what’s happening and looks over his shoulder at the other two, then back down to me, his brows knitting in concern. “It’s okay, Milly. They’re okay with this. Are you okay to keep going?”
I look back across at Dylan and Drew and find them staring at us with so much heat in their eyes that I feel like I should burst into flames. It should feel wrong. I know it should but there’s something about them being there and seeing this that turns me on. I’m closer to coming and Dane isn’t even moving anymore.
Closing the door behind them, Dylan and Drew approach us, Drew walking to the one side of the bed and climbing up into it, while Dylan slides next to us on the other. It’s like last night all over again, surrounding me the way they are.
Dane never takes his eyes off me as Dylan bends to kiss my mouth, parting my lips, and Drew lifts my hands away from my breasts.
“Haven’t we already gone over this? You’re beautiful. Please for the love of god, don’t hide yourself. We want to see it all, baby,” Drew says, nuzzling against my chest, sucking my nipple into his mouth softly.
With Dane still so deep inside of me, I squeeze myself around him even more, giving into my desire once more. I might need to deal with the fear that’s still underneath all of this—the worry about blowing my family apart if they were to find out about this—but for now, I would wait. And I would let myself enjoy this moment. And make it so they enjoy it, too.
Reaching out to undo the drawstring of Dylan’s sweatpants first, I slide my hand under his waistband and smile, watching him as he closes his eyes while I firmly grasp his cock. I can feel the tension pulsing through him, and start to slowly stroke him, Dane pulling out of me slowly in time with my rhythm.
Drew reaches between me and Dane with ease, tapping lightly at my clit as he sends a wicked grin my way and slides his boxer briefs down to reveal an almost identical cock to his brothers. I gasp because I’m just about dealing with one of these things, let alone two or three.
I don’t know what to do. Do I touch him? Is that what they want? Last night they shared me but it was one way. I can try to give Dylan and Drew pleasure too but I don’t know how coordinated I’m going to be which Dane still fucking me. It’s going to be a bit like patting my head and rubbing my stomach at the same time.
I reach out for Drew, wrapping my hand around his cock, feeling it kick in my palm. His eyes light up. “That’s it, Mills,” he says, his voice husky with arousal. “You take what you want.”
I stroke up and down slowly, watching in wonder as his cock thickens even more and kicks in my hand. He flexes his hips in time with Dane and I hiss when Dane grabs my hips firmly as he fucks me even harder.
Dylan is there, stroking his hands over my breasts, telling me how pretty I am, how he can’t wait to make me feel good.
Drew’s thrusting into my fist faster as Dane speeds too. There is so much man around me; masculinity and brute force mixed with caring and sensitivity. I know I couldn’t do this kind of thing with anyone else. It’s because I know these men and they’re my…
…brothers.
I think it but I correct myself.
My friends.
It’s because I can tell you that Dane likes his coffee with lots of cream and sugar and I know he bakes so he can feel closer to his mom. It’s because Drew is fierce but underneath it all he’d fight to protect me. It’s because under all the wit and crass humor, Dylan is still grieving for the family that he had when his mom was alive.
It’s because when I feel them next to me I feel safer than I ever have in my life that I can do this.
“You okay, baby?” Dane asks, pausing to roll his hips against me, lifting me up just enough to throw my legs over his shoulders.
I shudder as he thrusts even deeper inside of my pussy, hitting my g-spot expertly from this angle. I can see what the girls at college were talking about. I get why they kissed and told the rest of their friends because being with the Mason triplets feels too good. It feels like a little slice of heaven on earth and I know, if they keep doing what they are doing, I’m gonna come harder than I ever have before. “Ohhh,” I moan, my eyes fluttering shut as I stroke Drew’s cock and kiss Dylan’s soft lips.
Dylan brushes my hair away from my face, gazing down at me. “You’re perfect, baby,” he says. Drew’s hand caresses my forehead. “Just like that,” he grunts, his voice hoarse with the pleasure.
I can feel Dane’s getting close from the way he’s fucking me in shorter, harder thrusts. Each bang against my clit is driving me higher. Dylan’s back, pinching and squeezing my nipples, whispering, “Does that feel good, Milly? Dane’s really fucking you now. “Oh,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.” I don’t just mean Dane. I mean all of them…I mean everything. “Oh! I’m going to come,” I shout, and Dane groans and Drew groans and then I’m coming and coming and coming. Eyes closed, limbs rigid, the waves of pleasure are almost too much for me to bear. Somewhere in the middle of it all, Dane comes too, then Drew. My hand is hot and wet and my pussy is hotter and wetter.
It takes time for me to come down from where they sent me somewhere in the stratosphere. Dane withdraws and Drew seems to be wiping my hand. I feel caresses over my hips and thighs, kisses on my belly. Then I’m being rolled gently. It’s Dylan. He’s been waiting patiently and now it’s his turn. His knees gently nudge my legs apart then he’s settling himself against my ass. When he pushes his cock inside my swollen entrance, I groan. I don’t really understand how but I’m ready for more.
I’ve never been a come-more-than-once kinda girl. To be honest, once has mostly been the exception, I think because past boyfriends have been more concerned with their own needs than mine. But as Dylan moves slowly, gripping my hair in his fist and pressing kisses to my turned cheek, I can feel another orgasm building. Drew and Dane take my hands and hold them against the bed. In that one move I am totally in their control and it feels amazing.
“You feel so fucking good,” Dylan breathes against my ear. “Perfect.” His voice is just a hiss, the pleasure obviously getting to him.
“Does it feel good,” Drew asks.
I nod, shifting my hips and Dylan tries to get deeper.
I don’t know how long it takes for me to come again because I’m so lost in what is happening that time has become abstract, but when I do it’s even stronger than before. “Unnnnaahhh,” I cry out, hips bucking. Someone’s hand reaches beneath my belly to seek out my straining clit and the sensations just go on and on.
“That’s it, girl,” Dane says, stroking my face, my shoulder, as his brother fucks into me harder until I feel his cock swell and shoot inside me.
There is something so unbelievably sexy about feeling my stepbrother’s cum leaking from inside me. Dylan pulls out and the sheets between my legs are soaked.
I’m boneless. Wrecked.
And worse of all, ruined.
I know no other man could ever live up to what the Mason triplets have just done to me. There’s no improving on this. As I lie with my stepbrothers surrounding me, drifting into sleep again, I know for sure that this is the biggest and best mistake I’ve ever made.