15
MASON
I didn’t have to wait long to find a way to see Keely again. Or rather, she found a way to see me again. It was quite the shock when I was sitting at home, trying to distract myself in any way I could, when my phone rang.
It was an unrecognized number and I narrowed my eyes at it, wondering if it was a reporter or something calling about the big game. People normally didn’t want to hear what I had to say, but maybe they were getting desperate.
Hell, I’d take any distraction from thinking about Keely and how low my chances were with her, so I answered the phone.
“Hello?” I asked, waiting for a robot or salesperson to respond.
“Uh… hi! Is this Mason?” My heart slammed into my ribcage and my bear went mad, because even over the phone, even though it distorted her voice and made it sound not quite like her, I could tell. It was Keely.
But I had to be absolutely certain.
“Keely?” I asked, my voice nearly a whisper.
She chuckled nervously and I remembered the way her eyes tilted at the corners when she smiled at me. I readjusted my cock in my pants before she answered.
“Uh, yeah. Sorry. I hope it’s okay that I got your number from Ryder.”
For a split second, jealousy and anger flared up white hot, but like a ball of thermite, it just flared hot and fast and fizzled out before I knew what had happened.
“Ryder?” I asked, confused. How had he found her so quickly? And was she no longer pissed at him?
“We kind of… ran into each other,” she said, laughing under her breath. It was such a sweet pure sound, I could listen to it all day. “Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place for a drink? Maybe, um… I don’t know—”
“Yes,” I said quickly. “Yes, send me your address, I’ll be there.” I didn’t care if I sounded too eager. I was eager. And I didn’t care if I sounded too desperate. I was desperate. Keely had done something to me and I wasn’t ever going to be okay again, going to be me again without her. Or at least figuring out what the hell was between us. If anything.
My bear rebelled at that, some deep visceral part of me knowing there was something between us, even if it felt like some impossible dream.
“Okay,” she said, a smile in her voice even if she sounded a little hesitant. “Cool, I’ll see you soon then?”
“Absolutely,” I said, practically tripping over myself to get out the door. I didn’t want to waste any time. I had to know if this was all some crazy fabrication of my mind or if there was some kind of connection between us, some kind of undeniable chemistry that would make it worth all this trouble of being so damn obsessed with her.
My phone chirped with the text message and I plugged the address into my GPS. It wasn’t far and already my blood was roaring hot, racing toward my cock at the thought of Keely’s sweet thighs spreading, her sex wet and glistening and begging for my tongue…
I couldn’t get ahead of myself, though. There was nothing to say that this was some kind of booty call or something. I got the feeling that Keely was just as confused and taken aback by all of this stuff as me and Ryder were, but I was excited that she wasn’t just shying away from it, that she wanted to explore it, however little, and see where it took us.
Not a lot of girls would be ballsy enough for that. But of course Keely was. She was something else. She had a spark in her that demanded to be heard, couldn’t be extinguished. And all evidence pointed that it came with a temper, but I didn’t mind that. I thought it was kind of sexy. Okay, more than kind of. It was incredibly sexy. It was exactly what attracted me to her and had my bear roaring round the clock. She was a little bit of everything, and I wanted it all.
It didn’t take me long to get to Keely’s house, my leg bouncing the whole way, palms sweaty on the steering wheel. Should I have brought something? Alcohol or flowers or a condom? Fuck, I didn’t know. I didn’t want to be presumptuous, but I also didn’t want to miss out on anything with Keely for a lack of preparation.
But it was too late now, as I pulled into her driveway. There were two other cars already there. One I assumed was Keely’s, and the other I recognized. I narrowed my eyes, my hands clenching into fists.
When she said she ran into Ryder, I didn’t think that meant they were still hanging out. So she wasn’t just inviting me over for drinks. She was inviting both of us. To what end? To break the news that she was going to pick him over me like everyone else always had?
I hated letting that insecurity get to me. I knew it was just as much my fault. I’d never fought for any of those girls. I never let Ryder know I didn’t want him to have them.
But Keely was different. Keely, I wasn’t giving up without a fight. So, I sucked it up, straightened my spine, and walked up to the front door, knocking and holding my breath. My bear wasn’t even wanting a confrontation with Ryder, he just wanted her, too.
The door opened, and like a vision, there she was. Long, lean legs in tiny shorts, her golden hair up in a high ponytail, and even though I knew the paint-splattered t-shirt wasn’t supposed to be sexy, she made it sexy, and my mouth watered at the thought of ripping it off of her.
“Hi!” she said brightly, grinning from ear to ear. She leaned forward on her tiptoes and gave me the quickest hug I’d ever had, her cheeks already turning a light shade of pink when she pulled back. “Come on in,” she waved me in after her and I followed into the tiny kitchen where Ryder was standing next to the counter.
I saw a bottle of vodka on the counter too, and a couple of shot glasses, but most of the kitchen was looking pretty bare. She hopped up on the counter, her long legs dangling.
“Sorry about the lack of seating… and everything else, I’m just moving in,” Keely said, fishing into a box on the counter to produce another shot glass for me.
“That’s okay. You just finished college, right?” I tried to remember everything Kingston had ever told me about his little sister, but it wasn’t a lot. Every time he brought her up even in passing, we gave him endless shit about wanting to fuck her.
If only we’d known the truth. We probably would’ve tried harder to meet her sooner. That was for sure. Of course, Kingston would have known that. He was smart to keep her away from us all these years, but now the cat was out of the bag.
Keely nodded, pouring out three shots. “I went to school in Utah and studied year round, so I finished early,” she said, making a face. “Do you know how hard it is to find any fun in Utah?”
Ryder smirked. “Didn’t take you long to find fun here,” he said, taking one of the shots from her. Her face went bright red. Then a devilish little smile curled the edge of her lips and she looked over at me.
“I think fun found me, actually,” she said, passing the final shot my way.
Yeah, that felt good. She was obviously flirting with me, making it a strong point in front of Ryder, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was winning this unspoken competition of male prowess between us.
“Don’t sell yourself short,” Ryder said, still grinning like he hadn’t lost a point at all. “From what I recall, you were a very active participant in seeking out your fun.”
Her eyes went wide, her cheeks red, her mouth dropped into a cute little ‘o’ but then she rolled her eyes. “Only because of a mistaken identity,” she said. Another point for me.
Ryder looked like he was going to argue again, but then he shrugged. “Fair enough. I am sorry about that, you know. I didn’t know you didn’t know… I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve just had a girl go for it like that so I didn’t really think much of it…”
Keely snort-laughed and it was probably the cutest damn thing I’d ever seen. “Is that your go-to move? Make a girl know she’s one in a dozen?”
Ryder’s eyebrows shot up and he looked like he was searching for something to say and coming up lacking.
“I… Uh… Shit, girl, you’re not giving me any breaks, are you?”
She laughed again, her eyes sparkling bright. “I don’t really think you deserve any. But for the record, I don’t blame you for what happened. And I’m sorry for kicking you.”
He chuckled and shrugged. “Don’t mention it. You didn’t do half as much damage as your brother.”
Keely winced. “I’m sorry about that too. If I’d known I might have tried to break the news but…” She turned to me and gingerly touched the bruise blackening around my eye with her free hand. “Is that from him, too?”
I shrugged. “Not the first time one of these assholes has given me a shiner.”
She gave me a sad, sideways smile and leaned over to kiss my bruised cheek. “He’s such a caveman sometimes.”
“I’d be protective as hell too if I had a sister as hot as you,” Ryder said.
Keely grinned and lifted her shot glass, her eyes going from Ryder to me and back and forth, slowly, appraisingly, and I realized something.
I realized she wasn’t just flirting with me. She was flirting with both of us. She was making those eyes at both of us and letting her gaze travel down his body just as much as it was traveling down mine.
“To fun,” she said, lifting her shot glass, “whether it finds you or you find it.”
“To fun,” Ryder and I both said, looking at each other, coming to a silent agreement. We all three downed the shots, and while the burn was working its way down my esophagus, Ryder and I both moved in, each taking up one side of Keely, each settling a hand on one of her thighs, working slowly upward.
Keely’s breath hitched, and I watched her, waited for her to protest, but I didn’t think a protest was coming. Not after that toast. Not after inviting both of us here and practically offering herself up on a platter.
I couldn’t take it. I moved in first, hooking a finger under her chin and kissing her. She melted into me, letting me explore her, taste her, nibble her lips and make her gasp. My bear was going wild as my hand slid up her side, under her t-shirt, goosebumps rising up on her skin in the wake of my touch. I found her nipple stiff and taut under her bra and raked my thumb over it slowly.
Like I’d somehow found the secret combination, her legs spread automatically. Ryder didn’t waste any time unbuttoning the button of the tiny scrap of denim that passed for shorts, and shoved his hand down into her panties.
“Jesus, Mason, you should feel how wet she is,” he growled. Keely whimpered, her legs spread even wider as he stroked her and I worked big slow circles around her sensitive nipples.
“Show me,” I said, lust and pure need taking over. I wanted Keely more than I’d ever wanted anything, and even though Ryder and I had our issues surrounding girls, he was like my brother. There was no one else I’d rather share this beautiful woman with. Watching anyone else finger her would have sent me into a jealous fit of rage, and before seeing it first hand, probably thinking about it would have had the same effect, but watching them now, watching Keely’s lips part, her eyelids flutter as she panted and whined, her hips grinding against him, God, it was the most beautiful thing in the world. And somehow, miraculously, knowing that it was my best friend, my brother from another mother, that was driving this girl to pure ecstasy only made the whole thing hotter. My cock strained at my pants, bulging so thick and hard and desperate to be deep inside of her.
Ryder withdrew his fingers, Keely pouting at the loss, her legs still trembling each time my thumb slid over her nipples.
His fingers shined in the kitchen light with her wetness, dripping down to his knuckles.
“Well, would you look at that,” I said, turning to Keely with mischief in my eyes. “I think someone’s turned on by the thought of having two guys at once.” She whimpered, and arched against my hand, biting her lip as she reached for both of our waistbands.
“Someone likes the idea of two hard cocks filling her up and stretching her,” Ryder said, the same dangerous gleam in his eyes. I didn’t know where this was coming from for either of us, but it just seemed right. And it was working. It was driving Keely fucking crazy.
I slid my hand down into her shorts, under the soaked fabric of her panties, plunging two fingers inside her.
“Oh fuck,” she cried, grabbing onto a cabinet door handle for support as I curled those fingers inside of her and stroked.
“Mason,” she moaned, her head thrown back, eyes closed.
Ryder moved in and lifted her shirt up over her breasts, the thin fabric of her bra doing absolutely nothing to conceal the dusky hard tips of her nipples. He bent down and wrapped his lips around one, suckling, making Keely writhe against my fingers.
“Oh God,” she moaned. “I’m going to—”
“You’re going to come thinking about the both of us filling you and fucking you, aren’t you, you dirty girl?” I really didn’t know where the hell this was coming from, but it felt right. With Keely, I wasn’t questioning myself. I wasn’t doubting everything I did. Everything felt natural and I felt in control. I was ready to claim her alongside Ryder.
She whimpered and nodded.
“Say it,” Ryder growled before biting down on her nipple.
“Say you want us both filling you,” I said, my thumb dragging over her clit.
Keely panted, her body wracked with tremors of pleasure, with the quakes of a building orgasm we wouldn’t let burst.
“I want you both to fuck me,” she said, panting. “I want to feel you both inside me, stretching — oh God — stretching me and f-filling me and — fuck,” she screamed, the wave crashing as I pressed into her clit, her sweet juices flowing over my fingers.
She opened her eyes and we were both still standing there, Ryder languidly teasing her nipples, kissing her neck, while I stroked her from the inside.
“I don’t suppose you have a bed yet?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Couch,” she said, the only word she could get out, it seemed.
I pulled my fingers out of her shorts and she grabbed my wrist, bringing those fingers to her lips, sucking them in deep, a surge of lightning going straight to my dick.
Ryder groaned. “Couch,” he said.
I lifted her off the counter and followed her directions to the living room, all three of us leaving a trail of discarded clothing in our wake. And then I had her on the couch and I peeled her shorts off, I dragged her panties down her long legs, and then she was bare before me. Spread open and vulnerable, her slick folds glistening with desire.
“God damn, you’re beautiful,” I said, dipping between her legs, throwing her knees over my shoulders.
“What are you—oooooh,” she sighed, melting into my tongue as it grazed her clit. I’d been desperate to taste her for far too long and I wasn’t waiting another second.
“Open that pretty mouth wide, baby,” Ryder said, taking a handful of her hair and pulling her to his cock. She moaned, sucking on the head, teasing him the same way I teased her. When she took more of him, I rewarded her, thrusting my tongue inside her greedy snatch. And when she took him all the way into her throat…
Her hips bucked off the couch as my tongue teased along the puckered ring of her asshole. “We’re going to have every part of you eventually, sweetheart,” I said, already knowing this couldn’t be a one-time thing. I felt a new addiction forming and I knew that I didn’t have any chance of escaping.
She moaned around Ryder’s cock as I slid my fingers inside of her and tongued her asshole, her sweet pussy juices running down to coat my tongue.
“Her damn mouth is like heaven,” Ryder said, Keely’s cheeks hollowed around him, sucking him for all she was worth. “You’re going to make me come like this baby girl,” he said, holding her hair tighter, forcing her to go slower. But I made that difficult, picking up my pace, circling her clit faster and faster, my tongue slipping into her asshole as she moaned and shook underneath me.
“You like being fucked by two men at once, don’t you?” Ryder said, his fingers tight in her hair. “You like me fucking your mouth like this and Mason fucking your tight little asshole with his tongue, don’t you?”
She whined and I could tell how close she was, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes with how bad she wanted it.
“Keely, you’re going to be a good girl for us and come,” Ryder said, pinching her nipple as a punctuation to that sentence. Keely arched, her cries muffled by Ryder’s cock as her cum gushed out, coating my face.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have her. I pulled myself up and slid all the way inside her in one smooth, slick stroke.
“Oh God,” Keely groaned, her mouth free for a moment as she caught her breath. “Oh fuck.”
Then, like a woman possessed, she turned her head and sucked Ryder all the way back down her throat, like she needed two cocks in her. It was the sexiest fucking thing.
Her legs wrapped around my hips and my fingers dug into hers, slamming into her over and over again, the sweet heaven of her cunt sucking me in, milking me, making the cum in my balls boil. Everything about this was absolutely perfect. It almost seemed unreal. But it was real. It was very real.
“Shit,” Ryder roared, shooting his come down her throat. He was still twitching and jerking as Keely slowly pulled her lips back, licking them once he popped free. “Holy shit,” he panted, dragging her to his lips for a fierce kiss.
Keely’s pussy clenched around me and I knew she was close. But I knew our girl needed more.
Ryder knew too, because it wasn’t long before he positioned himself behind her, his still-hard cock at her back entrance, her juices coating the tip of him.
Keely’s eyes went wide and she turned to him. “I’ve never—”
“Shhh,” he said, kissing her deeply, making her moan as I fucked her deep and slow, letting her feel every last inch of me. “Trust me?” he asked. She nodded slowly and there was a sudden change of pressure inside of her and Keely hissed.
“Relax, baby, it’s okay,” Ryder said, stroking her back while I rubbed circles around her clit.
And then the head of his cock pushed through that little ring of muscle and Keely’s eyes looked like they were going to bulge out of her head.
“Oh my God,” she groaned. I ground deep into her, pushing my hips all the way in, letting her feel how we stretched her together while Ryder barely moved at all, just letting her get used to the sensation of being so full.
She whimpered, her head falling forward against my shoulder. “It’s so good… It’s so much…”
“Let it take you, sweetheart,” I said, slamming in deep again, holding her tight against me as I fucked her harder and harder, her breath nothing more than shallow pants.
“Of fuck… Mason… Ryder…,” she moaned, trying to take Ryder deeper inside of her even though he had a firm grip on her hips. I knew there would be a time when one of us fucked her ass. Hopefully we’d both have that chance some day. But right now, this was all about her. About dragging the pleasure from her in every way we knew how.
“Come for us, Keely. Come with these two big cocks inside of you,” I said, knowing I was impossibly close, knowing I couldn’t hold off much longer.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, her back arching and my balls tightened up before I exploded inside of her. She came, shuddering and shaking, slumping against me as Ryder moved in to hold her too. It was amazing. It was perfect. And it was more than I ever thought possible.
I just knew that it was too good to be true and it was only a matter of time until the other shoe dropped.