neverinadream

The air was hot and sticking to your skin, which dripped with beads of perspiration that rolled down your temples as you tossed your head back, moaning out Rasmus's name like it was a prayer to the Gods. Your body was electrified by pleasure, every inch of you burning with pure unadulterated desire. A whimper slips out as his large hands manhandle your thighs, pushing them up and opening you wider for him to dip his tongue into your aching hole. He groans, your taste exploding on his tongue, the vibrations making you squirm.

“Stay still, skat,” he grumbles, two piercing blue eyes looking up your body through the dimly lit room. They're dark, swirled with lust and a hunger for you. “Already making such a mess on my face.”

“How does she taste?” Mason's gruff voice carries from across the room, the chair he occupies facing the bed, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, slowly stroking himself. Rasmus mumbles something under his breath, drowned out by Mason's nonchalant laughter. “There's nothing better, right?” His rigid length slaps against his lower belly as he lets go, standing to his feet. “Like fucking honey, aren't you, baby?”

“Don't call me that,” you bite bitterly at him.

He meets it with more laughter, kneeling at the foot of the bed, one hand stroking your face. “Oops,” he grins out of the corner of your left eye, “I forgot that's loverboy's privilege now.” His mouth meets your temple, kissing it with soft, feather-like brushes. “I get a few privileges back tonight,” he whispers, just low enough for you to hear, “like fucking this bratty mouth. Open up.”

Your eyes flick to Rasmus for permission.

He lets your clit go with a pop. “Go on,” he nods at Mason, “open up; take care of our unexpected guest.”

A chuckle bubbles up to the surface. “You too, with all that shit?”

“Mate, you knew you weren't invited,” Rasmus hits back, adjusting your knees over his shoulders. He lines his fingers up, pushing in slowly, lowering his eyes to watch you stretch around them. “Just feel lucky I stopped her from kicking you out into the rain.”

Mason straightens up, his hand stroking over the tip of his cock, eyes lowering to you, your head now hanging off the edge of the bed, pushed up by Rasmus. “Oh, I'm about to feel real lucky.”

He looks larger looming over you, a thigh on either side of your head, his cock gaining all of your attention as it bobs in front of your face. A quiet chuckle breaks the silence, Mason watching you subtly lick your lips as you wait for his move.

“Missed this?” He hums.

You shake your head. “No.”

“Liar,” Rasmus chuckles, his voice muffled, his mouth latched back on your cunt. Mason lifts an eyebrow. “You clenched around my fingers the second your eyes locked with his cock, skat.”

“Did she now?” Mason drags the tip along the seam of your closed lips. “Want this, baby?” He lowers his voice.

The quietest plea unexpectedly leaves your mouth. “Please.”

“Open up then,” he instructs, tapping himself against your cheek. A groan breaks free as he slides the smooth and impressive length of his cock into your mouth - you jumping quickly to obey him. “Fuck-!” His chin tucks in, his eyes fluttering shut. “Fuckin’ missed this.” He lifts his head, taking a deep breath, the air coming out steady as he slowly fucks your mouth. “Do you know how fucking lucky you are?”

Rasmus's mouth ticks up on one side, smirking as he turns his head and kisses the inside of your thigh. “I know.” His fingers, still set in a steady rhythm fucking you, scissor, spreading you wider, working you open. “And I don't need you to tell me.”

He flicks his tongue up and down your slick, puffy folds, tasting every inch, and you moan loudly around Mason. The vibrations force his head back, and he groans, pushing his hips forward to drive his cock deeper down your throat. Gagging, fresh saliva splatters and drips out the corner of your mouth, wetting your chin and dripping onto your cheek, creating a mess.

“Jesus, Y/N,” Mason grunts, pulling out and wiping the spit away with his tip. “Just making a mess on both ends.”

He stuffs himself back between your lips, hitting the back of your throat, your neck slightly bulging, with every thrust, and reaches out in front to slap your tit. The sting of pain turns to pleasure and you whimper out, clenching hard around Rasmus's fingers, as Mason does it again.

“Sure she's okay with you doing that?” Rasmus asks, driving his fingers deeper, curling them to meet that spongy spot, your hips jerking up into his face as he repeatedly hits it. Your fingers curl tighter in his hair, but your attempt to push his mouth back down was weak.

“I think I might know a thing or two about what she likes, mate,” Mason tuts, pinching your nipple, before giving it another slap.

“I don't care if you know what she likes.” Rasmus's jaw ticks. Your past was your past, he didn't care if Mason knew you as intimately as he did, but he did care about your comfort and your safety. “You get her permission first or this stops.” He pins him down with a look. “Got it?”

He kneels, his fingers stroking over the back of your head, bending to kiss you. There's nothing sweet or caring about it - he's doing it to claim you - and he pulls hard on your hair, stuffing his tongue down your throat as you gasp against him.

His free hand moves down the front of your chest, thumbing your nipple, feeling it tighten, the subtle reaction making his cock throb against his lower stomach.

You whimper as he bites your lip, pulling at it as he breaks away. “You're okay with what I just did, right?” He looks across at Rasmus.

“Yes,” you reply breathlessly.

“You liked it, right?”

“Yes.”

His hand keeps playing with your nipple. “And you want me to keep doing it, right?”

Biting your lip, you nod. “Please.”

“Good enough for you?”

Rasmus just grunts and shrugs off your knees, sitting back on his heels. “Come here.” He beckons you forward with his fingers and you crawl towards him, leaving Mason at the end of the bed. He runs a thumb over your chin, wiping away the rest of your spit. “God, you really are a mess. What has he done to my baby?”

“Nothing you haven't done before.” The blush that creeps up his neck lasts only for a few seconds, but it's one that brings out a giggle. “You're cute when you blush,” you whisper, looping your arms around his neck. The material of his t-shirt rubs against your nipples in the right way.

“You're pretty cute with a cock stuffed in your mouth,” he mumbles, reaching his hands low and squeezing your bum. He gives it a gentle slap, nothing like the ones Mason had given, and enjoys the noise you make. It's a soft moan, very similar to the sound you make every time you sink yourself onto his cock.

You cock an eyebrow, your head tilting to the right. Nothing stops the grin that tugs on your lips. “You liked seeing another man's cock in my mouth, huh?”

“That's not what I said.”

“Kinda sounds like what you said,” you fire back, before your voice is quickly snuffed out by his mouth.

He kisses you slowly, taking his time, each squeeze and movement of his hands deliberate as they search their way up your back, seeking out familiarity. His tongue strokes into your mouth and you moan quietly, tasting yourself and allowing yourself to sink further into his hold.

“Need you,” you whimper into his mouth, lowering your hands to the front of his jeans.

He doesn't stop you, but helps to remove his clothes, starting with his shirt, tossing it off the side of the bed. The upper half portion of his chest is covered with enough chest hair to make you stop and squeeze your thighs together, a new rush of pleasure trickling down there. You sigh happily as he springs out of his boxers, slapping hard against his stomach. The tip is thick and a deep shade of pink, weeping tears of precum, and you shuffle back on your knees, your ass sticking up in the air, as you bend low to lick it up.

“Now that's something I've missed,” Mason says, taking the time to kick off his jeans and crawl onto the bed. He reaches out and grabs your hip, his cock looking perfect pressing up against the crack of your ass. You look back, eyes straining over your shoulder, to see him drip a large glob of spit into his hand, before wiping it over his tip. “Can I, baby?”

“Don't want a taste first?” You ask, keeping yourself balanced on one elbow. Your hips shimmy, teasing him. “You'll never get the opportunity again.”

He swipes his fingers between your thighs, a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl rattling around deep inside his chest as he feels just how wet you are. “Goddammit girl,” he mutters, breaking your entrance with one finger and then a second. If he had the time, he would work you up to taking a third. You clench hard around him and his cock throbs, desperate to feel it again. “You're fucking soaked,” he says, the squelching of his fingers filling the moments of silence, “did sucking my cock do this?”

Rasmus rolls his eyes. “She was a mess before you even touched her lips.”

“I'm sure she was,” he quips, chuckling as he withdraws to lift his fingers to his mouth. They breach his lips with a hard moan, sucking and licking them clean. “Sweeter than honey, baby.”

“Still using that old line?”

You work your hand slowly up and down Rasmus, thumbing the thick tip. He shudders out a groan, a jolt of electricity rippling up his spine.

“Worked on you more than a few times.”

You lift an eyebrow, winking up at Rasmus, who stifles a laugh. “Did it though?” You look over your shoulder, locking onto his eyes. “I could've been faking it the whole time.”

His hand strikes your bum hard, making you gasp, the corners of your mouth curling up as the stinging turns quickly to pleasure. “You're no actress, sweetheart.”

Rasmus hand smooths over your jaw, gaining your full attention. “Don't have that problem with me, do you, skat?” Rasmus states, smiling all smug-like, running a hand through his hair.

You giggle, shaking your head. “Nope.” You pop the ‘p’ in a cutesy, sing-song voice.

“Wanna know something, Rasmus?” Mason asks, wetting his tip with your arousal. Rasmus barely bothers with a grunt, too focused on the portion of his cock being swallowed into your mouth - the rest of him jerked slowly with your hand. “It's always been a fantasy of Y/N's to be taken by two guys at once.” He notches his cock in line with your entrance, the heat pressing against you tempting your hips to push back. “Isn't that right, baby?”

You pull off Rasmus, breaking the string of spit with a quick lick of your lips. “This is…sort of a taste of it.”

The man's eyes above you widen, his cheeks flushing pink. You and him were nowhere near at a point in your relationship to be exploring those fantasies yet.

“She's a dirty girl,” Mason says, gritting out a groan between his words as he pushes forward, working his full length into you until your bum is resting against his thighs. It's like sinking into a warm bath. His hands grab at your hips, keeping you in place, as he pulls out, admiring the sheen you leave on his cock. “And the longer you're with her, the more open she'll be about all those little, sordid thoughts running around that pretty, little brain of hers.”

Rasmus's erection is hot and heavy in your hand, the tip dripping saliva as you spit a big glob onto it, working it up and down with your fist, almost matching the steady rhythm Mason has set. Your other hand cups his balls, rolling and squeezing them, before taking them into your mouth and sucking.

“Jesus, where the fuck did that come from?” He groans, half-laughing out of disbelief. You sucked him off more than a few times, but never with this much enthusiasm. It's all so dizzying he could topple over, but he doesn't, propping himself up with one hand on the back of your head, as you lick your tongue up and down him.

“That's it,” Mason grunts, his cock throbbing along your fluttering walls, “being such a good girl for us, making us both feel so good.” He grips your hips harder, thrusting with punctual strokes that hit the spot, making you moan around Rasmus. Ecstasy spreads across his features, matching yours and the guy's across from him.

“That's all I want to do,” you mumble incoherently, running your tongue along one side, licking from base to tip, and back down again.

“He's right, baby,” Rasmus bobs his head, nodding, “god, you're so fucking pretty, right now.” He trickles out a chuckle. “Left my phone downstairs, otherwise I'd take a picture just so you could see how pretty you look.”

You smile, biting your bottom lip. “Maybe some other time.”

“Does that invitation extend to me?” Mason asks, smiling devilishly.

Your head snaps to look at him. “Absolutely fucking not.”

Being trapped between your past and your present - and hopefully your future - was hotter than it should've been. Taking Rasmus back into your mouth, he grunts hard, feeling him nudging the back of your throat. You keep going, breathing through your nose, trying to swallow him deeper, fresh spit coating your chin as you choke him down.

“Oh, shit, skat-!” His breathing becomes choppy, a soft squeak breaking free as you grab his ass and pull him deeper. “Fuck, keep it nice and deep, yeah?”

You let out a long moan as the salty taste of his cum hits your throat, your pussy gripping Mason tightly as your orgasm rises and washes over you quickly, triggered by Rasmus's release.

“Get it all,” Mason reaches over and pushes your head lower, making sure you get every last drop, “we want to see you swallow it.”

“Show me before you swallow it,” Rasmus pleads, and you open your mouth, showing him. He pushes your chin up, closing your mouth. “Now, swallow it.”

It goes down with a hearty sigh, the corners of your lips tugging up into a dream-like smile.

“Not finished with you yet,” Mason says, wrapping an arm around you, and pulling you up to his chest. He sits you deeper onto his cock, making you whimper from the new angle. You're boneless as he pounds into you, nonsense spilling from your mouth, a few yeses and ohs, as you scramble to hold onto the arm wrapped across you. “Coming on my cock as he's coming down your throat?” He teases, “fucking dirty, bet you didn't even notice, probably too cock drunk.”

“Talk about cock drunk,” Rasmus snickers, subtly shaking his head. He takes a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look at him. “Does that feel good?” You whimper, biting your lip and nodding. “You gonna come again?”

“Please,” you plead, nodding your head so hard it could snap.

He looks over your shoulder. “Think we should let her come again?”

“Maybe if she begs for it.”

“Please, I need to come again,” you beg, turning your head between them, your vision becoming a blur.

Rasmus pinches your nipple. “Come on, skat, you can do better than that.” His mouth lowers to your ear. “I've heard you do better than that.”

“I've been such a good girl for both of you!” Another orgasm rises quickly, the knot in your stomach twisted tight and uncomfortable. “Please, let me come! Please! I'll do anything!”

Mason breathes a sound out of his nose like he's trying not to laugh at your attempt. “I think that's good enough.” He clenches his jaw, relief washing over him watching Rasmus nod, because there was no way he was holding off any longer.

White hot heat floods your body as your orgasm roars forth, the vice-like grip of his cock between your walls triggering his own, and he grunts out your name, spilling thick, hot ropes into you. Rasmus cradles your face, watching you ride out your orgasm, whispering sweet praises that your ears can barely register.

You're still trembling when Mason pulls out, letting you go to fall against Rasmus, and neither you look over as he steps away from the bed.

“You good?” Rasmus kisses your shoulder, and strokes his hands up and down your back as you gradually catch your breath. “That wasn't too much, was it?”

You shake your head against him, your voice lost for the moment. Everything that had just happened was beginning to catch up with you, temporary panic flaring in your eyes, but unnoticed by him, as it all sinks in. The relationship was fresh and Mason's little stunt might have ruined it.

“Mason?” His head pops up, looking over at the two of you, his jeans hanging loose on his hips as he searches for his top. “You can get the fuck out now,” he instructs, stroking his hand over the back of your head, and nodding to the bedroom door, “I wanna spend the rest of the night with my girlfriend.”

“What just happened?” You ask, after hearing the door click.

“I don't fucking know.” Rasmus breathes out a chuckle, his breath hot, fanning your face as he kisses your forehead. “That was crazy. Let's get you cleaned up, yeah? We'll talk about it later.”