by Bella Jewel
Oh. My. God.
I don’t get a second to say anything, or argue, not that I would. Mason takes the hem of his shirt and pulls it up and over his head, exposing an incredibly strong and masculine body, covered, like the rest, in tattoos. Ink runs down one shoulder, over his chest and down his arm. It’s all ancient statues and literature, only I don’t get time to see what any of it says, because he drops his pants.
And oh, boy.
It’s long, and thick, and so damned lovely.
Any woman would be in all her glory seeing Mason naked, big hand stroking that gorgeous cock.
I stare at it for only a second longer before he moves to the side of the bed and climbs on, sitting behind me, legs either side of mine, pulling me back so I’m resting back against his chest, big hands coming over to cup my breasts. I gasp and tilt my head back, looking up at him. He leans down, tilting his head so he can kiss me, softly, then deeply.
Koda moves quietly, and I can hear the shuffling of his clothes, and I want to turn and look at him, to see him naked again even though I’ve already viewed the perfection that is him. But Mason’s kiss is enthralling, and I can’t move my lips from his.
The bed dips, and two big hands take my thigh, pushing my legs open. I gasp into Mason’s mouth and my heart races with anticipation and a few nerves as Koda positions himself between my legs, fingers holding my thighs, hot breath puffing against my pussy.
My god.
I’m going to die.
My pussy is throbbing, an almost painful ache as I wait with eager anticipation over what’s about to happen. Koda’s mouth is about to hit me where I need it the most, and I don’t know if I can handle waiting a second longer. I moan into Mason’s mouth, and he pulls back, dropping his mouth to my neck as his hands massage my nipples and breasts, making my body burn from the inside out.
Koda’s mouth presses against my pussy.
Everything explodes.
My body.
My mind.
My soul.
Everything.
I moan out loud, even before his tongue has slid out to delve into my depths. Just the feeling of his lips touching my pussy is enough to send me over the edge. Mason’s hands move on my breasts, a little rougher, a little harder, and Koda’s tongue slips out and starts flicking at my clit.
Like a god damned pro.
Up and down, side to side, mouth cupping and sucking, tongue rolling and swirling, fingers pressing against my entrance, but not yet pushing in. The pleasure crossed with the anticipation is too much for me to handle. I arch, and one of Mason’s arms goes down to my ribs and wraps around, pushing me back down. One of Koda’s takes hold of my hip, holding me still as he absolutely destroys me with his mouth.
I’m screaming.
I don’t care.
It feels so damned good.
Mason’s cock is pressing hard against my back and I reach beneath us, curling my hand around it and squeezing. He hisses. I start frantically stroking, and he releases me enough for me to lift my body up just slightly so I can do that. Koda’s mouth continues to make my body come alive; his mouth works my pussy in a way I’ve never experienced before in my life.
I can’t handle it.
I can handle it.
I want it.
I don’t want it.
His finger finally pushes inside me, curling up and rubbing over the aching bundle of nerves inside me.
I cry out, an orgasm rocking me, ripping from the inside of my body outward until I’m trembling, and screaming, and jerking on Mason’s dick so hard he’s hissing behind me, moans of pleasure filling the air. Koda’s fingers slide from my body, coated in me, and he growls, “Flip over, suck Mason’s dick. I’m going to fuck you so damned hard.”
I let my eyelids flutter open, and I look up at him, staring down at me, body panting and hard, muscles defined and perfect, cock thick and jutting up to his belly. Fingers wet from my pussy. He brings them to his mouth, and sucks me off them. My lips part and I whimper, releasing Mason’s dick and sitting up, reaching for Koda’s arm and pulling his fingers from his mouth, bringing them to mine.
I suck myself off him, too.
He hisses a curse, and looks up to Mason. “Flip her over. Can’t take a second more of not havin’ my cock inside her.”
“Feel you, bro,” Mason grinds out.
Mason encourages me over and I eagerly go, falling to my stomach and curling his cock in my palm. I stroke it a few times. It’s angry, and red, and so swollen it looks like it hurts. Koda’s hands go to my hips, lifting them up so my ass is in the air, but my upper body is still down low, so I can do both things at once. I part my lips and lean down, letting Mason’s cock slide into my mouth. It’s hot and silky smooth and my lips stretch around the length.
Mason hisses, his fingers tangling into my hair.
Koda makes a low, deep growl with his throat, and I hear the sound of a condom wrapped being torn open. A few seconds later, his cock as it my entrance, pushing in just enough to let me feel the burn. It’s been a long time, and Koda’s big. Really big. He bucks his hips a little, pushing the head in, and I whimper around Mason’s cock. Tight stretching fills my lower body, and I know for a few minutes this is going to hurt.
In the best possible way.
“Fuck. You’re tight. How long has it been since you’ve had a cock inside you?” Koda murmurs, his voice low and husky.
I release Mason and whimper, “A while.”
“You ain’t goin’ to fuck her, Koda, I will, man,” Mason grinds out, body tight.
“Over my dead body,” Koda growls.
I put my mouth back on Mason after he gives me a gentle tug to my hair, and I try to focus on sucking him and bringing him pleasure, but when Koda slides inside me, for a moment I can’t move. My mouth parts slightly, Mason’s cock still in its depths, and I make a strangled, pleasured sound. Everyone goes silent for a few seconds as my body adjusts to the invasion.
After a bit, Koda pulls back slowly, and then thrusts back in again.
I moan, Mason growls, and Koda makes a hissing sound.
Then he starts bucking his hips, fucking me slowly, yet firmly. I moan and suck Mason, hand going up to stroke his shaft while I do. It’s hard to concentrate with my body exploding from the pleasure Koda is bringing me, mixed with exquisite pain that is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Mason’s fingers tug in my hair, and he starts moving my head to his liking, up and down, fast, deep.
I gag and moan, Koda fucks me harder now, balls slapping against my pussy, hands on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh.
I can’t take it.
I can’t take it for a second more.
I open my mouth and scream as an orgasm takes over my body once more. My knees shake, my body shakes, my moans radiate over Mason’s dick, but I can’t stop them. They just keep coming, like a tap has been turned on and nobody is game to turn it off. Over and over I moan, and scream, and tremble as Koda’s thrusts become more frantic, smashing my body so hard I jerk into Mason over and over.
I stop my moaning and wrap my lips firmly around him, letting him move my head as he wishes. His body is tight, he’s moaning deep and low, and Koda is rasping out a curse behind me. The moment is incredible, better than anything I could have ever imagined. Two men, writhing and growling in pleasure, because of me. Just Charlie. One girl.
Mason rasps out, “I’m going to come, fuck,” a few seconds before hot spurts of liquid fill my mouth. Shot after shot slides down my throat, and I take it all, swallowing until there isn’t a drop left.
Then Koda makes a husky, raspy sound, and slams his hips into me one last time. I can feel the pulsing of his cock as he comes, his body jerking just a little behind me, his hips doing random movements to milk himself clean. After a few seconds, his fingers ease on my hips and he pulls back; my body is suddenly very empty as he leaves me. I release Mason, too, but I put my head into his lap because my body doesn’t want to work.
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��s ruined.
In the best possible way.
I don’t think I’ll ever recover from that.
And hell, I don’t want to.
~*~*~*~
NOW - CHARLIE
I can’t sleep.
I lie in my bed for what seems like hours after the night with Koda and Mason. Thinking about it, my body heats. My core aching from the invasion of Koda. Everything feels alive, and I can’t wind down from it. I refuse to let feelings of guilt or shame invade my mind. What we did was on a whole different level. It felt incredible. Like for the first time I had something else to worry about in my life outside of my father.
Like I could focus on something else.
Something real.
I slide out of bed, wrapping my robe around myself. My body naked beneath the satin material. I pad quietly out of the room and glance over where Mason and Boston are sleeping. They’re both out. Mason on his back, shirtless, big hands up behind his head. Boston is on his stomach, arms up near his head, big back on display. Drool.
I glance at Koda’s door.
It’s closed.
I bite my lip and tip toe to the front door and creak it open, stepping outside and onto the dimly-lit patio. There is an old swinging chair sitting by the living room window, and I glance over at it, stopping when I see Koda, shirtless, wearing only a pair of boxers, sitting on it. He’s staring off into the distance, his body relaxed.
Should I leave him be?
The bandage on his arm looks soaked, like he’s bled a little. Did he hurt himself further doing what we did tonight?
I should ask him. Check on it. Make sure he’s okay.
I walk over quietly and sits down. He has to have heard me, but he doesn’t move to look at me. For a second, we just sit, staring into the darkness, both of us quiet. I decide to push, just a little, to take the risk and ask him about Braxton. Everyone knows by now his brother was an important part of his life, but nobody really knows what went on. Not really. Not the depths of it.
Maybe he’ll tell me.
Maybe he won’t.
But I’m curious to know.
“Tell me about Braxton,” I say softly, into the night.
Wind tickles my face, and I close my eyes for a second, breathing in the cool, crisp air.
I expect Koda to say no, to tell me to go to hell, but for whatever reason, his mood seems mellow tonight. Maybe it’s the sex, maybe it’s that he knows for right now we’re safe. Whatever the case, he speaks, his voice husky and so damned sexy it makes my heart ache for him.
I want him so much more than I’ve wanted anyone in my life. And that terrifies me.
“Never talked much about my brother.”
His tone isn’t snappy, or frustrated.
He’s merely telling his truth.
“I can understand that,” I say, crossing my legs and snuggling further back into the chair. “I don’t talk about my mother a great deal. In fact, most people who know me simply know she passed away. They don’t know how or why. Your club are the first people I’ve trusted with that information.”
“Did it fuck you up?”
His question startles me, not because it’s bad, but because it isn’t what I expected him to say. It’s a question that is seemingly simple and yet its answer can run so deep. Did it fuck me up? Watching her die? Watching her get blown away right in front of me? Becoming my father’s slave for years? Missing her so heavily I still carry the ache in my chest?
Yes.
It fucked me up.
On an epic level.
“Yes,” I say simply, because it’s the truth. “Yes, it did fuck me up.”
“Then you know how it feels,” he says, his voice low and scratchy. “You know how it feels to go through live never feelin’ fuckin’ joy because you know the feelin’ of darkness so well it becomes you.”
God.
That hits me right where it hurts. Right in my core. The most sensitive parts of me.
“When you look in the mirror and all you see is failure. Loneliness. Bitterness.”
I say that with my voice soft, a little fragile, mostly broken.
Koda looks over at me. “Braxton was my twin. But he was more than that. He was a part of me. Literally, my second half. He was fuckin’ all I had. And I failed him.”
“How?” I dare to ask.
“Because he was in trouble, and I didn’t see it. I didn’t help when he needed me to help. I didn’t realize he had gotten himself in deep until it was too late. And it was, it was too fuckin’ late.”
God.
My heart aches for him.
“Was it drugs?”
Koda exhales and crosses his arms. “Don’t really do the talkin’, deep and meaningful shit …”
“That’s wonderful,” I say, still staring at him. “Neither do I. I’m simply asking for your story, Koda.”
His silences stretches for a while before he finally murmurs, “It was drugs. He got in deep. Got hooked. Started selling them. Started fucking people over. Got in deeper. Stole weapons. Thought he could sell them off, pay off his debts, and be free. He was wrong. Got a hit put against him. I tried to change his name, get us out, but they got ahold of us before I could.”
God.
I want to reach over and hug him, to tell him it’ll be okay, to tell him it wasn’t his fault his brother got into trouble. But I can’t do that. I can only listen, because it doesn’t matter what I say to him now. He is never going to feel okay about losing Braxton, and he’s never going to stop blaming himself. My words won’t change that.
“I’m really sorry, Koda.”
“Worst part was they got me first. Used me to get him. I should have fuckin’ run when I had the chance and taken him with me. Then tried to get us free. I shouldn’t have been in that fuckin’ town. Because of that, he got killed. He got killed, and they got what they wanted.”
“And you were left with a hole that can never be filled.”
He looks over at me, his eyes intense. He just watches me, as if he’s seeing me in a different light. As if, for the first time, he actually understands me. Because, whether he likes it or not, we’re one and the same. We’re both so incredibly broken, so incredibly damaged by our past, but mostly we hold blame, and guilt, and an emptiness not many can understand.
I open my mouth to say something, but Koda reaches out without warning and grabs me, as if I weigh nothing, and pulls me onto his lap. For a moment, I’m stunned completely. I don’t know what to do or say, I just know that I’m here, on his lap, and it was his choice to put me there. My heart races, and I turn my head only to crash into his lips. They’re hungry, and desperate, and he kisses me with a greed I feel deep into my soul. I reach over, tangling my hands into his hair, and kiss him back with the same desperation.
The kiss turns almost frantic, tongues clashing, breaths panting, bodies crushing together as close as we can get them. I need more of him, and even though I’m molded against him, it doesn’t feel close enough. I need him again. Inside me. His hands slide to my robe and he jerks it open, exposing my naked body beneath. He doesn’t move his lips from mine as his hands reposition me to the correct position on his lap, then they glide over my breasts, squeezing, before moving down my sides and going between us for his boxers.
He has them down in a few moments, and his cock is freed.
I’m desperate now, hungrily kissing him, fingers jerking at his head, moaning every chance I can get.
He lifts me a little, and then I sink down onto his cock.
I gasp, he growls, and then we’re fucking.
And kissing.
And fucking some more.
My hips rock on his, my mouth devouring his.
His hands are all over my body, sliding up my back, gripping my ass, using my hips to make us fuck harder.
I can’t hold on.
Hell, I’m not even embarrassed this is happening so fast.
I let my orgasm take hold of me, ripping through my body and
exploding outward, making me cry out in an ecstasy I’ve never experienced. Being here, alone with him, fucking him with this intensity, it makes my soul catch on fire. It burns, god does it burn.
“Koda,” I gasp, finally pulling my lips away from his and tipping my head back, exposing my breasts to his hungry mouth.
He takes the chance with a ragged growl, slipping my nipple into his mouth and sucking as he bucks his hips harder, making the old swing chair creak in protest. He bucks and bucks until a feral growl is ripped from his throat and he cums inside me, pumping upward until every last drop has left his body.
I slump against him, dropping my forehead to his chest, loving that I can feel his heart beating, loving the warm, sweaty body that is beneath me, loving that his hands are still on me and he has yet to throw me off. For a few blissful minutes, as our bodies recover yet again from the intense passion, he just holds onto me. Not tight, but he doesn’t let me go. As if he knows I need it. Maybe I do—hell, I think I really do.
“Koda,” I whisper into the darkness.
“Yeah?”
“I’m grateful. For you. For your club. For everything you’re doing for me. I know that it might not make a great deal of sense to you, but that man, the man I call a father, he terrifies me. I rarely tell people that, because most of the time, I’m tough enough to deal. But … the thought that my last breath on this Earth will be right before he takes my life, makes me want to curl up and block the world out.”
His hands slide around my back, and he scoots me closer, our bodies bound together so tightly it feels like he’s pushing everything back in. All my fear. All my worries. All my doubts.
I feel protected.
“Not goin’ to let him have you. Not goin’ to let your last breath be at the hands of a fuckin’ monster. Made that mistake once, you can be assured it will not happen again.”
And those words.
Yes.
Those words.
They speak to my soul.
-15-
THEN – KODA
“What the fuck are you doin’ here, Koda? You could have been followed,” Braxton hisses, glancing around the gardens of the rehab center, as if at any moment, someone is going to come out and blow his brains out.
