Page 15 of You’re ours now (Masked Men)

Chapter Fourteen

Mellie

My heart thumps wildly in my chest as I run through the house, searching for somewhere to hide. I can’t believe it was them the whole time and they are in love with me!

I know without a doubt I love them—I always have—but I never thought they would see me as anything beyond their best friend.

Ducking into Zayne’s room, I drop to the floor and scramble under his bed. It’s the only one high enough for me to fit under.

“Moo, we know you’re here somewhere,” Julius sings out from down the hall, though his voice is not loud enough for him to be close.

I listen for footsteps, wondering how long it will take them to find me. Sure, I didn’t try too hard to hide—why would I want to prolong this? It’s something I have dreamed about so many times, but always discarded, thinking that it would never be a reality.

A hand encircles my ankle, making me squeal, and I’m pulled from under the bed as my heart races at the thought of who it could be. The instant I clear the edge, Zayne is on his hands and knees, crawling on top of me.

“You didn’t think you could hide from me, did you, baby?”

I melt into a puddle of goo—Zayne called me baby for a second time. I’ve heard him call Julius baby from the comfort of my bed, and it would get me every time. His voice is as smooth as whiskey and can make me weak at the knees.

He smiles at me, and I wonder if I’m dreaming. That must be it. I will wake and this will all have been my imagination.

“Pinch me,” I whisper, and he chuckles.

“I’ll do one better,” he says, leaning down and nipping my jaw. “This is real, and since I found you first, I get to decide what to do with you.”

Zayne pushes to his knees and then stands, offering me his hand. Once he pulls me to my feet, he swoops in and throws me over his shoulder, his hand coming down hard on my ass.

“Oh,” I breathe out on a whimper.

Zayne walks us out of his room while shouting, “Hey, losers! I found our prize.”

He struts down the hall all the way to the living room, to where Julius and Storm are standing. Julius smiles and Storm looks like someone pissed in his cereal. He’s always been a sore loser.

“Does anyone have rope?” Zayne asks.

Storm’s scowl turns into a smirk. “I have cable ties.”

“That will work,” Zayne replies.

Storm walks over to the entry table, opens the drawer, and pulls them out. I internally roll my eyes, thinking of the number of times I have told him to not put his work crap in there. It’s only for our keys and wallets.

Zayne sets me down on my feet. “Strip for us, baby. We want to get a good look at you.”

I shy away under the scrutiny of their gazes. If we do this now, there is no going back.

Storm strides over and hands Zayne the cable ties, then comes to stand directly in front of me. He reaches out and gently tucks my hair behind my ear. “Mellie, if you don’t want to do this, you only have to say so. You don’t need a safe word anymore. You say stop and we will.”

“I want to, but I’m scared I will be all in and you will change your minds. I don’t think I could recover from that kind of broken heart. You all mean too much to me.”

“Nineteen years ago, I asked you to marry me. I might have been a silly kid, but even back then I knew you were my future. I’m not going anywhere, Mellie. The next time I get down on one knee and ask that question, you won’t be able to tell me to wait until we are grownups. I’m all grown now, and I know exactly what I want—you.”

“Undress me,” I whisper, and he nods.

I look into his eyes as he runs his fingers down my arm, and they burn a trail on my skin with every torturous inch. My breath catches when he takes the bottom of my shirt and pulls it over my head, leaving me standing in my bra and pants. He doesn’t look away as he trails a finger down between my breasts, along my stomach, and to my jeans. My stomach dips as he undoes the button and pulls the zip down. The house is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. He squats in front of me, slowly running his hands up my denim-covered legs, and watching him does things to me no dream could ever replicate. This big, strong man is kneeling in front of me, undressing me, and gazing at me like I’m the most precious thing he has ever seen in his life. I wish this moment would last forever. He hooks his fingers into my waistband and slides my jeans down my legs, then pulls them off me, one foot at a time.

A body moves behind me and pushes my hair over one shoulder, kissing the other side. “Can I take off your bra?” Julius murmurs, and I nod.

Before I can overthink it, Storm slides my thong over my hips, and though nerves teeter beneath the surface, I push them down. I have no reason to feel nervous around them; these men would die for me, and I’d do the same for them.

When I am unclothed, Storm steps back, and I chuckle when I see Zayne is also standing there buck naked. Storm turns and shakes his head.

“What? I couldn’t let her have all the fun. Besides, you’ll have to get very comfortable with my nakedness—now I’ll never have to wear clothes.”

“I have no issues with you being naked or fucking Julius, but you can both keep your cocks away from me.”

“Don’t worry, brother. You’re not my type,” Julius teases Storm.

“Stepbrother,” Zayne corrects. “I’m into some kinky shit, but relatives are where I draw the line.”

We all laugh, and I’m thankful for Zayne lightening the mood. “I think it’s only fair, since Zayne and I are naked, you two remove your clothes.”

“Oh no, baby, you’re not in charge here,” Zayne says, stepping forward. His cock is hard and I wish he would order me to my knees so I can have a taste.

“Do you like what you see?” he asks, and I nod. “I want you to take your gorgeous ass and lie down on that blanket bed. I have plans for you.”

I do as he asks, scrambling over to the massive makeshift bed—which takes up most of our living room—and lying down flat on my back. Zayne kneels in front of me, leaning back on his haunches while he looks over my body, as if he is memorizing every curve.

Once he snaps out of his trance, he holds up a cable tie. “Hands above your head, baby.” I do as he asks, and he ties my hands together. “Now, I think we need to start with some chocolate.”

Julius moves the chocolate fondue machine closer, and Zayne reaches over and dips his finger in before bringing it to my breast and painting me, like he did earlier in the painting class. We all sucked except him—clearly he is the only one of us with artistic talent.

“Oh god,” I whine as Julius and Storm kneel on either side of me.

Zayne takes his time, slowly covering me in chocolate. Then Storm picks up the whipped cream and switches spots with Zayne. He puts a ring of cream around each of my nipples and a line down my stomach until he reaches my pussy, then squirts a bit on my clit.

Zayne dares him to lick it off, and Storm disappears between my legs. The first stroke of his tongue is like a shot of ecstasy to my system. I almost black out when Julius and Zayne’s mouths cover my nipples, and they suck the cream from my skin. I watch as Zayne leans over me and grabs Julius by the back of his neck, smashing their lips together.

Storm pops up from between my legs. “Whatever you’re doing just made her extremely wet.”

“Do you want to see how much of a good boy Julez is for me, baby?”

“Yes please.” I nod enthusiastically as Storm dives back between my legs, eating me like no one has before.

“On your knees, baby,” Zayne demands, and Julius obeys. He doesn’t move from beside me as Zayne stands and steps in front of him.

“I want you to wrap those cock-sucking lips around me and let our girl see just how good you can be for us.”

Then Zayne shifts forward and grabs Julius by the back of the neck, guiding his open mouth onto his cock. Julius glances down at me and holds out his hand. I take it in mine as Storm sucks my clit into his mouth, sending shock waves through my body, and my back arches off the ground.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp. “I’m going to come.”

My entire core clenches and I come screaming Storm’s name. Once I’ve ridden my high, Storm moves, wiping his arm across his face and smearing chocolate on his long-sleeved shirt. He crawls up over my body and whispers, “Would you like to watch Zayne fuck Julius while I fuck you?”

“Hell yes,” I say quickly, making Storm smile down at me. Shit, I should have played it cool, but how many countless nights have I wished I was a fly on their wall?

“You heard her. Get naked and on your hands and knees,” Zayne orders Julius, who pulls back off Zayne’s cock.

Storm reaches over to the coffee table and grabs the knife from beside the strawberries, cutting the cable tie from my wrists. “On your hands and knees facing Julius.”

I switch positions while Julius and Storm undress, watching in fascination as Julius’s massive cock springs free. I know we fucked at the resort, but seeing it for the first time and knowing it’s him does something to me. He moves in front of me, so we are now both face to face.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too,” I reply just as quietly.

Zayne kneels behind him, then Storm moves in behind me, lining up his cock with my pussy. Though I feel the tip pressing against my hole, he moves no further, despite me pushing back.

“I’m going bare unless you tell me otherwise,” Storm warns.

“Please, I want to feel you again.”

The sound of plastic crinkling has me glancing up at Zayne, who’s ripping a condom packet open between his teeth. Holy shit, I’m about to be fucked while watching them fuck.

Julius leans forward and grabs my neck, pressing a kiss onto my lips. I gasp against his mouth as Storm thrusts inside me. Zayne must do the same because Julius pulls back, and his eyes roll.

Storm pulls back agonizingly slowly, then thrusts forward at the same glacial speed as I watch Zayne and Julius.

“Do you know what would make this better?” Zayne asks, and I shake my head. He grabs Julius by his curls and pulls him up, their bodies now flush against each other. “If you wrapped your mouth around his cock while Storm fucks you. Once Julius comes in your pretty little mouth, you can come. What do you say, baby?”

“Please,” Julius begs. “Please suck my cock, Moo.”

Storm thrusts deep inside me and grabs me around the waist to shift us forward, moving my mouth in line with Julius’s massive cock. Julius wraps his hand around the base and angles it, and I lean forward, then wrap my lips around the head.

“Oh fuck, I have died and gone to heaven,” Julius mumbles.

Storm thrusts forward, pushing me further onto Julius’s cock. I can feel my juices running down the backs of my legs with each thrust. I have never been this turned on in my entire life. If this is how sex will be with them, I could never go back.

I am thankful Julius keeps his hand around the base because there is no way I could take all of him, and with the frantic speed Storm is fucking me, I would be impaled in both ends, rotisserie style.

“You should see how fucking stunning you both look, taking our cocks,” Zayne praises.

Julius warns me when he is going to come, but I don’t pull away. I want to know how he tastes. His cum hits the back of my tongue and I swallow down everything he gives me.

“Fuck, Moo, tell us you will be ours,” Julius groans as he pulls back and his cock pops free of my mouth.

“Yes, I’ll be yours,” I gasp out as another orgasm hits me and rolls through my body like a tidal wave.

Storm roars from behind me as his fingers dig into my hips.

Zayne pushes down on Julius’s back and fucks him like a madman until he reaches his release, then all four of us flop onto the blankets, sweaty and spent.

Once we all catch our breath, Julius gets a washcloth and cleans me, then we spend the rest of the night touching and fucking until the sun comes up.

Things will never be the same after tonight, and I can’t wait to wake up each day and call them mine. Not only my best friends, but my forever.