Page 6 of You’re ours now (Masked Men)
Chapter Five
Storm
I’m a nervous wreck. Part of me regrets agreeing to Julius’s stupid plan, but another part is excited that I can finally act on my fantasies with Mellie. I’ve stroked my cock to thoughts of her more times than I’d care to admit.
“So, we agree then?” Julius snaps, and I shake away my thoughts and face him.
“Dude, for the past fucking week I have been avoiding Mellie as much as I can. I’m so ready to have this shit over with,” Zayne replies, and I grunt in agreement. He’s struggling with this a lot more than I thought. He didn’t have the best upbringing and won’t want to do anything that might lose her.
Julius eyes us both skeptically, and I can tell he’s still pissed I won rock-paper-scissors, meaning I get to chase her first. Julius wanted all three of us, but I vetoed the idea, as I knew it would overwhelm her. Mellie may think she knows what she wants, but she’s wrong. She needs someone who is going to give her what she needs, and that’s where we come in. I want to make her feel, forcing her to embrace the darker side I know lurks beneath the surface, itching to break free. She will finally get lost in the ecstasy of her orgasms instead of simply hoping for it to happen.
“I just sent her the text, and she’s on her way. We need to get ready and move into position,” Julius says.
Zayne and I nod and look over the outfits Julius has chosen. Zayne has gloves covering the tattoos on his hands, and I have a balaclava underneath my mask, so my neck tattoos are covered. We all have matching black jeans, black combat boots, and black hoodies. Zayne, ever the romantic, chose the black-and-pink masks to represent Valentine’s Day. Our masks are fitted with a voice distorter and pink LED lights.
The tension lingers between us as we change; we all know this could end badly if she finds out we tricked her. The best we can hope for is she gets to embrace that other side of herself. I agreed because I’m hoping if I finally get to have her, even just once, that this hunger will go away, and I’ll be able to go back to being her best friend without picturing her on her knees with my cock deep in her mouth.
“How far away is she?” Zayne asks.
“Forty minutes out, so let’s go.” We follow Julius out of the room and walk through the deserted hotel. Acquiring this place wasn’t hard. My cousin wants me to take my place in the family company, and this is a peace offering. If everything goes well for us tonight, I might even turn this place into a hotel or somewhere people can meet others with similar tastes. It would be exclusive, and attendees would be extensively vetted, of course, but it would be somewhere safe for them to explore their kinks without the worry of their identities being leaked. I know North and I would be able to remodel this place in no time, then the things we could do here would be endless.
We go over the plan thoroughly once more before Zayne and Julius split off, leaving me on the second floor. Julius has wired the whole place with cameras and audio. I have no fucking clue how he got this shit sorted so quickly, but if there’s anyone who could pull off something like this, it’s him.
I grip the metal railing and take a deep breath. I’ve been at war with myself all day, wondering if this is the right decision. When my earpiece eventually crackles, I cringe and clench my jaw.
“She’s here.” Those two words from Zayne set my blood on fire.
“I’m ready. Make sure she knows to use her safe word,” I grit out.
The second she enters the resort, she captures my attention. She looks fucking beautiful, her eyes widening with apprehension and excitement. When her phone beeps, she comes to a stop and pulls it out.
I release the railing and stand tall, waiting for her to notice the hunter poised above her.
Mellie drops her bag and then looks up. Her mouth parts on a silent gasp as she takes me in. Only when her phone beeps again does she tear her gaze from me. I stalk silently down the stairs as she reads the text, and the next time she looks up, I’ve closed half the distance to her.
She shoves her phone into her pocket, then turns on her heel and runs.
I smile behind my mask. This is going to be fucking fun. I slowly pace after her, giving her a head start. I don’t break into a run; instead, I allow her the illusion of being able to outrun me.
“She’s by the pool, hiding behind the bar,” Julius says through our comms.
I knew she wouldn’t get far. It’s dark outside, and she’s too smart to use her phone to light her way. I take my time before entering the pool area, making sure I close the gate behind me. The pool is empty, and the bar where she is hiding is dilapidated.
“You made a grave error, Miss Foster.” My voice sounds robotic and not like me, which I guess is the point.
Movement comes from behind the bar and I fight back my smile; Mellie has always sucked at hide-and-seek. She could never sit still and was always found first.
“Even in an abandoned resort, the pool gate lock still works.”
I’m nearly at the bar when she stands to look at me directly. Her chest rises and falls in quick bursts, and I almost mistake it as fear, but the look in her eyes is something else. Mellie’s gaze darts around, looking for an exit, but her only option is to give up or climb the fence. As I step toward her, she turns to flee, but this time I have every intention of catching her, and I give chase. She reaches the fence and scrambles to climb it, but it’s futile.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I yank her back into me. She screams and struggles uselessly against my firm hold.
“Let me go!”
My protective instincts want to obey, but I fight them. “Use your safe word or I won’t stop,” intones my robotic voice as I carry her toward an old pool lounger.
She keeps struggling in my hold, but remains stubbornly silent, so I drop her on the lounge and step back slightly. Her eyes are filled with equal parts fear and arousal. It is then I realize this is what her look was before.
“Are you tapping out, Miss Foster?” I taunt. One part of me hopes she is, so this can be over, but my selfish side hopes she isn’t ready for this to end just yet.
Her eyes harden. “Never.”
I smile again behind my mask. That’s my girl. I bend and grip the tops of her thighs, forcing them open, and though she gasps, she doesn’t fight against me. As I skirt my hands higher, she tries to push them away. I reach out, gripping tight to her throat, and she stills instantly. Now that she is compliant, I continue to trail my hand up her inner thigh. “This pussy will be mine.”
“Holy shit.” Her breath hitches on her words when I cup her through her pants. Then she forcefully exhales as I push her backward by her throat.
Leaning forward, I ease my fingers inside her pants, loving the way she is already shaking with need. When they brush against the material of her panties, I can’t help my groan. I’ve seen enough of her underwear over the years to know she loves to wear lace. Her breath hitches as I slip underneath the thin material and run a finger through her slick folds, making her cry out as I growl my approval. She’s fucking drenched already and I’ve done nothing but chase her. I circle her clit as I say, “Pull my cock out now and stroke it.”
She opens and closes her mouth, but no words escape. Though when I slip two fingers inside her tight, wet cunt, she arches off the lounger.
“Do as I fucking say.”
She moans and reaches out, fumbling with a button on my jeans before she finally manages to pop it open. “Fuck yes,” she breathes out as I quicken my pace in response. Yanking my jeans and boxers down, Mellie frees my cock, then wraps her dainty little hand around my shaft.
I hiss at the feeling of her finally touching me. I’ve dreamed of this fucking moment for years, but never imagined it would come true. When her warm hand pumps me, my brain fucking short circuits for a moment.
“Oh god, fuck,” she cries out, dragging me from my thoughts, and I slide my fingers out of her slick heat. “What?—”
But before she can finish, I yank her pants off. She stares up at me as I kneel between her legs on the lounger.
“You don’t get to come on my fingers, Miss Foster. Tonight, you’ll be coming on my cock.”
Her eyes burn with lust as I push her panties to the side and line myself up with her entrance. Her breaths are short and rapid. I know right now she will be second guessing herself, so I slam inside her, forcing her to focus on me and how she feels. Mellie’s scream rings out and she arches her back off the chair. Fuck, she is beautiful. I wish our first time together could have been different; I would have savored the moment. However, if this is the only way I can have her, I’ll take it.
“Fuck!” I grab her legs and throw them over my shoulders. Pushing forward, I fold her in half and fasten both hands on her hips, then pray this fucking chair supports the workout I’m about to put it through.
“Oh fuck, you’re so deep,” she moans.
My mask is now an inch from her face, the LED lights illuminating enough that I can see her eyes are glazed and her cheeks are flushed. I pull almost all the way out, leaving only the tip sheathed, before slamming back inside her. I groan at the feeling of her cunt strangling my dick. She fits me like a fucking glove, so perfect and wet and ready to be fucked.
I show her no mercy, slamming in and out of her with a hunger I’ve never felt before. The obscene sounds she makes as I continue to use her pussy as my cock’s own personal punching bag spur me on. This is a moment I will never forget.
“Oh, fuck— Yes, please— I’m going to come!”
My brows rise behind my mask. I know for a fact that Malaney has never come just from sex before and it has the beast inside me beating its chest. I have heard her complaining countless times to Lily that her only orgasms are from external stimulation. My ego is puffed up like a damn peacock right now.
“Wrap your hand around my fucking neck and choke me.”
Her mouth parts and her eyes widen as uncertainty flashes in her hazel eyes. Then she reaches out, wrapping her petite hand around my throat, and I groan. A ghost of a smile crests her lips at my reaction, and suddenly emboldened, she tightens her grip.
I draw back and slam into her again, and unable to hold off my orgasm any longer, I give her what she wants. Three more thrusts and her pussy clamps down on my cock, milking me as she screams out her release. In two more thrusts, I’m roaring out my own climax, and somehow I manage to stop myself from saying her name as I come. Shudders roll through us as we ride out the aftershocks. I have never come that hard before—it has robbed me of breath.
Both of us are panting and staring at each other. Her eyes are wide and filled with shame, and it pisses me off.
“Never hide what you seek most. Embrace the darkest of the sins you crave and allow us to fulfill all your needs,” I say as I pull out of her, only to look down and cringe. I didn’t use a fucking condom! While the darkest part of me loves that I’m inside her and I’ve marked her as my own, I also know Mellie has never fucked anyone bare before. She’ll no doubt panic soon.
As I stand and turn my back, I re-secure my boxers and jeans. If I stick around, I’ll wrap my arms around her and comfort her, which will destroy our plans. So instead I stalk out of there without a word, leaving Mellie alone with her thoughts.
Shit! I just fucked my best friend, and she has no idea it was me.