Page 12 of You’re ours now (Masked Men)
Chapter Eleven
Zayne
We waited for an hour to pass before we returned home. Mellie was already asleep, but I still snuck into her room and pulled her into my arms, guilt riding me hard. Mellie is my best friend. Knowing she wants to be used and seeing it are two very different things. While we waited, we talked it over and decided we will tell her it’s us before Valentine’s Day, which gives us two days.
None of us knows how to tell her or how she will react.
I want her, even if I don’t know how it will work. Julius and I are okay with sharing. However, Storm is possessive when it comes to her, and I’m not sure how he feels about sharing her long term, as he clams up whenever I ask.
Mellie stirs and I close my eyes, pretending I’m still asleep despite the sun shining through her blinds. That way she can sneak out if she wants, or at least that was my plan. As she stretches, her perfectly round ass presses into my crotch, my cock perking up as it remembers what it felt like to be inside her, and I involuntarily thrust forward.
“Zayne?” she murmurs, rolling onto her back and blinking her eyes open.
“Hey, did you sleep well?”
She nods her head, then her face goes red. “I did, but I . . . um . . .”
She looks down to where her legs are covered by the comforter, and I can see she is searching for the right words. “I’m kind of half naked under here.”
I smile and move on top of her, which isn’t our usual dynamic. Holding myself up, I gaze down at her, feeling a strange satisfaction at seeing my bite mark on her neck, though I wish she knew it was me who put it there. I reach out and rub my finger over the spot, and she gasps.
“Did you get lucky last night, Mellie? Is that why you were acting weird before we left?”
She covers her face with her hands.
“Is that sex I can smell on you?” I ask, leaning forward and sniffing her. I’ll take any excuse to know what she smells like after a night of fucking us. Then I tickle her and harden further as she writhes beneath me.
“Storm! Save me.”
Within seconds Storm bursts through the door wearing nothing but his boxer briefs, causing both Mellie and I to freeze. There really is no better sight than this man half naked. Julius stumbles in behind him, sans glasses, so he’ll be able to see fuck all.
“What are you doing?” Storm demands.
“Mellie ditched us to get lucky,” I say, and she huffs.
“I did not. You weren’t even going to invite me.”
She reaches out and twists my nipple, making me jump off her. “Look, she has hickeys all over her neck.”
“I do not,” she whines, as she wiggles her way to the edge of the bed while keeping the comforter covering her lower half. The light of the new day highlights her just-fucked hair and lacy bralette, which has shifted in her sleep, leaving her nipple practically hanging out.
My mouth waters and I clear my throat, glancing at her nipple, then back at her face.
She rolls her eyes as she fixes her bra. “What is wrong with you today? You’ve seen my nipples so many times, mister—you know I have no boundaries. And if we’re now having issues with it, tell your boner to go down.”
Sure enough, my boxer briefs are tented. “Morning wood.”
Julius laughs. “I’m getting my glasses, then making some eggs. Are you hungry, Moo?”
“Starving.”
“Hey, I had my cock in your ass last night. Where are my eggs?”
Julius flips me off as he leaves the room, but I know he will cook me breakfast—he always does. Mainly because he knows my cooking skills are subpar. I can, however, microwave like nobody’s business, but anything else is outside of my skill set.
“I’m taking the first shower, so throw me your sweats.”
I bite down on my lip to stop my fucking groan from escaping. Her naked pussy filled with my cum will be inside my pants. “Why don’t you have breakfast first and then shower? Julius will have our food ready within a few minutes.”
I throw my sweats at her, and she catches them, then I turn my back to give her privacy. Instead of telling me I can turn around, she jumps on my back and wraps her arms and legs around my body.
“Giddy up!”
I breathe slowly through my nose in a discreet attempt to get my shit together, then take off at a run out of her room and down the hall, Mellie giggling the entire way. Julius eyes us as we fly into the kitchen, and I deposit her on a stool. I saunter over to him and enfold my arms around his middle.
“She smells so fucking good with our scent still on her. I think we need to tell her today.”
He relaxes under my touch, and I sigh. Whatever happens, we will not lose her—I’ll make sure of it. I know her better than I know myself. Mellie wakes up hangry every day, so Julius makes her breakfast and a cup of coffee. She likes to sit by the window when she works, as she enjoys the natural light in her workspace. Though she loves the idea of being a plant mom, she kills everything she brings into the house. And she hates wearing shoes on the carpet, preferring to be barefoot if she can help it. Mellie loves watching old reruns of shows because she likes to know what will happen, and there isn’t a movie about love she hasn’t watched. Even in winter, she must open the windows at least once a day—fuck knows why, but I freeze my sac off to make her happy. Her favorite color is forest green. She hates pickles and insists they taste like sweaty armpits or what she imagines a sweaty armpit would taste like. Literally the only thing I wasn’t aware of was her sexual desires, and that realization hurt because I thought I knew everything there was to know about my best friend.
A loud click has me looking over my shoulder to find Mellie snapping a picture of Julez and me, a wide smile on her face.
“You two are so cute. When are you going to call it and officially become boyfriends?”
I snort and step away from Julius, leaning over the kitchen counter as I sass her. “Because we don’t only want to be boyfriends, Mellie. We have other needs and have someone else in mind to join us.”
Her face drops, but she quickly plasters on a fake smile. “You know you can bring someone here, if that’s what you’re missing.”
“Thanks for the offer, but the girl we want doesn’t even know we like her.”
“Her loss then,” she says, and the smile she gives us is real this time.
The three of us eat breakfast together. Storm has already left to meet North at the hardware store about a job they’re doing. After we eat, Mellie makes a phone call and checks some work emails, while Julius goes to shower, leaving me with the dishes.
I finish them up and put them away before I check on Mellie. She is absorbed in something on her laptop, so I head upstairs, hoping to catch Julius in the bathroom before he gets out of the shower. Unfortunately, he is already done and getting dressed in his room, so I step inside and close the door behind me. He looks up at me with a smirk.
“Don’t bother putting those sweats on. I want your cock in my mouth,” I tell him.
He slides his hand beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, and I chuckle at his Marvel print underwear, which I bought him for Christmas. Stalking across the room, I step in close to him and grab his jaw, pulling him in for a steamy kiss.
It doesn’t last long before I spin us around and push him down onto the bed, straddling his legs.
“Do you think she will be okay when we tell her?” I ask him.
“I think she might worry about it ruining our friendship, but look at us. We fuck all the time and you’re still my best friend.”
“Sure, and me sucking your cock has nothing to do with that,” I quip as I move to slide off him, but he grabs my arm.
“I didn’t say that. Now stop filling your mouth with words and fill it with my cock. It won’t suck itself.”
“Bossy asshole,” I joke, hooking my fingers into the sides of his boxers and sliding them down so his cock juts out.
As far as cocks go, his is perfection. I won’t go as far as saying it’s pretty—can cocks even be pretty? I don’t think so, but pussy... oh, a pussy can be pretty. Specifically, our best friend’s. Nothing will ever compare to hers.
Leaning forward, I lick the precum from the tip and continue to the base, then right back up. I slowly wet every delicious inch before closing my mouth over the head, my lips stretching to the point the corners of my mouth burn. In no universe could I deep throat this monster, so I use one hand at his base while I work the rest of his length with my mouth, and my free hand massages his balls. Damn, I love watching him come undone.
“Oh fuck! I need you to fuck me while I come. Shit...”
Popping off his cock, I stand as Julius turns and places his ass in the air. It means he wants me to fuck him fast and hard, as he prefers to be on his back when he wants it slower.
I reach over to the bedside table and take out the lube, squirting it on my hand, then dropping the bottle back in the drawer. Before the liquid falls from my fingers, I wipe it on his ass and push my fingers inside him, pressing on his sweet spot and making him moan.
“Please,” he begs. “Please make me come.”
Stepping behind him, I line up my cock, then torture him by pushing inside slowly. I lean over his back and grab onto his shoulder, digging my nails into his skin as I thrust in slow, measured strokes, knowing that isn’t what he truly wants. “Wrap your hand around your swollen cock and picture Mellie beneath you sucking you while I’m fucking you from behind.”
“Fuck!” he roars.
I let his shoulder go, and fuck him harder, inspired by the same thought. In my lust-filled haze, I don’t hear the door open until an open-mouthed Mellie is standing frozen in the doorway.
“Either step inside and close the door, Moo, or?—”
Before Julius can finish his sentence, Mellie jumps backward and slams the door. I know he will want to chase after her. He propositioned her, and now his brain will race at a million miles an hour, but he needs to let her process.
I grab his hair and pull his head back as I lean over his body. “You’re not going anywhere until you blow your load. Now picture her on her knees staring up at you, with her mouth open, begging for your cum.”
His body shivers beneath me as he strokes his cock until he grunts out my name, then I finish by fucking him into his mattress.