Page 10 of You’re ours now (Masked Men)

Chapter Nine

Julius

I saw it in her eyes the moment Zayne told her we were going away for the night. She’s going to light that fucking candle. The knowledge I’ll get to be inside her again in mere hours has me rock hard. I stalk into Zayne’s room without knocking and find him standing with his cock gripped in his hand. When he sees me in the doorway, no doubt looking stunned, he smirks.

“Close the door and get on your fucking knees.” His tone is gruff and filled with need.

Much like me, he’s excited and craving Mellie again. I close the door and stalk toward him, then drop to my knees before him and open my mouth. Zayne doesn’t play around; he immediately thrusts forward and fills my mouth with his cock. I groan when the taste of his precum hits the back of my throat. We need this. I need him to help me take the edge off before tonight. I grip his thighs, digging my fingers into the firm muscles as I bob up and down on his dick. He palms the back of my head as he tries to guide me, but he’s too excited and his movements are sloppy.

He won’t last.

“Fuck, just like that, baby. I’m going to come down your throat, and then you’re fucking my ass.”

I growl my approval.

As I expected, he comes a minute later and I swallow every fucking drop, loving the taste of him. He and I have both dated in the past, but neither of us was serious with anyone—for two reasons. One, we would never give up what we share for anyone, and two, we’re both in love with Moo. She is the only person we know who would accept us craving each other, yet never get jealous of the bond we share. However, both of us are too scared to make a move on her. Zayne, because he won’t risk losing her, and me, well I’m a pussy. And then add in the complication of Storm.

Zayne uses his grip on my hair to pull me to my feet, then slams his lips to mine, tasting himself on my tongue. I love how dirty he can be. He reaches out without breaking the kiss and pushes my sweats down enough to free my cock. When he wraps his hand around my shaft, I hiss.

“Fuck, I loved watching your cock disappear inside her pussy.”

“Fucking her and feeling you at the same time made me come so fucking hard,” I murmur as he slides his hand along my cock. I can’t take any more and slap away his hand. He groans, then releases me to bend over the edge of his bed. Fuck, the sight of him ready and waiting has more precum coating the head of my cock. I reach into his side drawer to retrieve the lube, squirting some onto my cock, and stroking myself before pressing forward. Zayne moans as I push inside his ass. Normally he’s the one to top, but last night he saw the shift inside me.

Most of the time I submit to him, but today he needs me to take control, and I’m all too willing to obey. When I sink balls deep inside him, my grip on his hips turns bruising. Fuck, he feels perfect.

“I won’t last, I’m on the edge,” I grit out through clenched teeth.

He peers over his shoulder and smirks. “Then fuck me hard and fast so we can be ready to fuck our girl tonight.”

His words trigger a haze that washes over me as images of him fucking Moo last night flash through my mind. I draw almost all the way out before slamming back inside him. It causes his bed to scrape along the wooden floor, but neither of us gives a fuck that Mellie and Storm can hear. They both know we fuck, and Zayne and I have heard Mellie getting off to the sounds we make. My thrusts are brutal, but Zayne takes everything I give him, grinding back against my cock, and forcing a growl of approval to escape me.

“You like that?” I snap. I reach out and grip the back of his neck, then force his face down into the comforter.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me come again, baby,” he pants.

“Good! I want my cum to stay in this ass all fucking night as a reminder that I own you. Am I clear?”

“Julez!” Zayne groans.

I slam inside him, and Zayne moans louder. “Answer me, dammit!” I roar as my thrusts grow harder.

“Yes, now don’t fucking stop!” he shouts.

I can’t stop even if I want to; I need to come so fucking badly.

Emptying everything I have inside him, I roar his name as I come. We’ve never fucked like this before. Part of me is thrilled to finally embrace this new side of us, but I’m scared that I pushed Zayne too far. I gently ease out of him, then pull him to face me. As I open my mouth to ask if he’s okay, he surprises me by gripping my face and slamming his lips to mine. I instantly melt, knowing we’re good.

After saying goodbye to Mellie—who is still sticking to her lie about being tired and heading to bed early—we head to Zayne’s car where all our masks and clothes are stashed. We climb inside and drive away, knowing Mellie will watch by the front window to wave to us off. We wave back and park around the block.

“How long do we wait?” Storm asks from the backseat.

“We can’t be too obvious,” I answer.

“Give it an hour or so. It gives us enough time to be away and for her masked men to arrive. If we go too soon, she’ll be too worried we forgot something and could come back.”

I nod in agreement with Zayne’s comment.

“You sure you can cut the power?” Storm asks.

“Yeah, I’ll head around back and kill the lights while you two enter through the front door. Then I’ll come through the back and surprise her.”

They both nod, then Zayne wonders aloud, “What if she figures this out?”

A whoosh of air escapes me. “You both saw the same video I did. She wants something, and we can’t let a stranger take it from her. This is Mellie we’re talking about?—”

“Exactly, Julius!” Storm’s voice booms through the car. “We broke her trust. She thinks she is on some fucking television show and has no idea she actually admitted her deepest cravings to her best friends. We tricked her.”

“I don’t give a fuck!” I snap. “She’s ours now and I’m not giving her up. You want to back out, go right ahead, but I’m not. I can’t.”

The car falls silent, and I know they are both mulling over my words. Much like me, neither of them will walk away from her now that they’ve had her.

“We’ve all been in love with her for years,” Zayne mutters. “After having her...” He releases a sigh. “I don’t think I could watch some other fucker put his hands on her.” He turns to face me and the look in his eyes hardens. “She’s ours.”

We both turn to Storm, who grinds his teeth before muttering, “I’ve loved her longer than the both of you. I’m not giving her up when I just got her.”

“Then let’s do this!” I command.

The three of us grab our outfits and masks, then change while cramped inside the car. I don’t deny that Storm’s worries are valid—this could blow up in our faces. And while I don’t want to admit it, we must come clean or risk fucking this all up.

We wait till it’s pitch-black outside before we climb out of the car and run the block back to our house. I smile at the sight of the candle burning in the window, then turn to Zayne and Storm and nod once. Pulling down my mask, I quietly slink around the back of the house and make quick work of killing the power, plunging the whole place into darkness.