Thirty

Pov

Benett

Ascending the steps, I punch in the door code and enter, letting Mase close behind us.

I lower her until she's standing again and tilt my head up, "Love you, Tess. Even when you drive me absolutely crazy. But it's debatable when you ride with Mason instead of me." I let a smile spread across my face so she knows I'm half-joking.

"I love you too. And I love you before you start getting grumpy in the corner." She directs the last part at my brother, who's leaning against the door with crossed arms, silently watching us. I look over my shoulder, and he just raises a single eyebrow before shrugging, knowing she's not wrong.

"You already know I love you, vulcãozinho. Now we've got the rest of the day and all night to do whatever we want. Should we paint our nails or paint your face with cum?" I can feel him getting closer to us before passing right by me and turning around, stopping at Tessa's back.

Her hair is still tied up in the braid we make her wear when riding, and Mason's winding it around his hand, and I know what's coming.

With a tug, he pulls her head back and leans in to kiss her, but I can't tear my eyes away from the elongated slope of her neck on display. I reach out and run the tips of my left hand's fingers over the delicate skin before resting my thumb right in the hollow. How easy it would be to cut off her airways and watch as she struggles against us, totally desperate for the oxygen only we can provide.

"We know you'd die for us, baby. There's not much you wouldn't do, except for that pesky little thing of not choosing. We've been talking, and we think you deserve something. We're taking a page out of your diary and giving you exactly what you want."

"What are you going to do?" Her voice is tense, and there's a hitch in her tone. I can only imagine how many scenarios are running through her head, and I decide to give up and tell her. I like her nervous, but we don't need her stressed out right now.

"Mase and I have gotten pretty good at communicating about you. We should earn gold stars or something, but we've both been prepping you purposely for this. You're taking both of us today, baby. I'm going to bury myself so deep in your tight ass that maybe I'll never leave."

Immediately her skin flushes, and I watch tension ripple through her entire body, and Mason releases her hair to avoid any neck damage.

I step away from Tessa to give her some space, but also because I need her to get out of her riding gear. I don't bother gauging my brother's reaction to my bold declaration that I'll be the one to claim her first. He managed to slide into her pussy in the first few months back, and he'll just have to deal with it, damn it.

"Strip," Mason commands before I can, and I don't bother yelling at him, though it's my instinctive first reaction.

He steps away from her toward the couch, and I turn my attention back to her, watching as she methodically strips herself down before a rough, "Come sit on my cock, baby," sounds, and she doesn't hesitate to go straight to my brother, who's sitting naked on the couch.

"Not even going to put a towel down, Mase?" I'm laughing because we're going to ruin the fucking furniture, but I'll buy them a brand new one. Fuck it.

"You're already soaking wet as fuck, little volcano. Listen to this." The room is suddenly filled with the lewd sounds of how wet our girl is as Mason slides two fingers into her center, pushing in and out several times before pulling them out and dragging them between her firm cheeks and putting them in her puckered hole.

"You're going to be dripping from both of us down your legs when we're done with you. Now be a good girl and slide down on that cock so I can claim my spot." My voice is hoarse with need coating every word as she listens without complaint and leans over to my brother, opening up even more for us, for me. I can see everything by the way her tight pussy clenches around his cock, and Mason uses both hands to spread her apart. Everything's exposed, and I've never seen a more perfect sight and I step forward, tossing my clothes everywhere until I'm as naked as they are. Pausing, I reach into the pocket of the jeans at my feet, pulling out the travel-size lube I had the sense to grab. Spit will only get me so far, and I like rough sex more than most, but fucking Tessa in the ass without lube seems like a disaster waiting to happen.