Six

Pov

Tessa

I need to get out of here before they eat me alive. I won't recover if I distance myself from both, but at least I won't know what I'm missing if I give up now.

Bennett steps back to lean against the pool wall and I feel his hardness pressing against my butt. I realize he must have undressed before following me into the water because he's only dressed in boxer briefs. I should scream, or whatever I need to do to get out of here before it's too late, but instead I move against him and my eyes don't leave Mason's. There's anger deep in his depths, betrayal as Bennett's hands slide over my torso and grip my breasts.

"You have to choose," Bennett whispers in my ear and his words feel like a punch in the gut. "We don't share our toys."

"I never asked to be one of your toys," I bite back with a bitter laugh. "I didn't point a gun at either of your heads that night. You kissed me willingly. But I guess consent isn't something either of you are familiar with." I try to break free from Bennett's grip, but he's too strong.

"Never had a complaint before. And you, Mason?" Bennett laughs at me, and Mason doesn't answer. Instead, his eyes are locked on Bennett's fingers that seem to have a mind of their own. He pinches my nipples through my dress before pulling the fabric, exposing them to his brother. "I like it when you fight. We both know you won't walk away from me."

I want to be angry. I want to tell them to go to hell, but their touches are too good. I stop struggling with him because I think the bastard is enjoying it. I can't hide the moan that escapes my lips, and the sound of my own pleasure makes my cheeks burn with shame. Mason moves closer, his lips almost touching mine, but stopping to tease me with the idea. I want to feel his mouth on my lips. I force myself not to verbalize it, not to beg for something he could give me so easily but won't because he's an arrogant asshole.

Bennett keeps playing with my nipples with one hand, and his other hand moves to my thigh, pulling my dress up and over my hips a little too eagerly for a guy who can get whatever he wants from whoever he wants. His cock rubs against the lace covering my ass and I sigh. I want more. I don't care what they do to me, I just want more of them.

Mason's lips hover over mine as he slides his thigh between mine and his fingers find my neck, holding tight enough to make me open my eyes.

"We're giving you a choice," Mason growls against my mouth as his thigh grinds against my sensitive clit. I tighten around him, lifting my hips, trying to get closer to his mouth. I need more of his touch. I need to come, and he's purposefully pulling back every time he feels I'm close.

"You'll come when we say you can come," Bennett taunts, pressing me even harder into the couch. I grip him tighter, feeling justified when he throws his head back for a moment, lost in the pleasure I'm feeling I'm giving him. I do the same, closing my eyes and moaning as Mason's tongue circles my clit.

"Open your eyes," Bennett demands when my eyes roll back as my orgasm approaches. When I don't obey, he slaps my cheek hard, cutting off my air and heightening the pleasure Mason is giving me. When my eyes flicker to him, he smiles coldly at me. "Good girl." He leans back with his hands on the back of the couch and pushes his cock against my lips. I eagerly take him into my mouth, licking his hardness and then sucking the tip. He groans, thrusting his hips hard and fast, too fast for me to prepare. His eyes don't leave my mouth as his cock chokes me until my eyes water. I stretch to wipe the tears falling on my face, but Bennett doesn't accept any of it. He grabs my hands and pins them to the back of the couch as Grey's words echo in my mind.

Not a single damn tear.

When Mason teases my opening but doesn't slide a finger inside, I moan around Bennett's thickness, trying to breathe through my nose at the same time. Bennett is usually the one who doesn't lose control, but I see him snap. He pushes harder and moves one of his hands to my breasts, squeezing and pulling my nipples and sending shocks of pleasure directly to my clit. I take every inch of him, swallowing hard around his length.

"I'm going to come," he shouts, his fingers moving back to my throat and gripping my head. I open wider, letting him hit the back of my throat. Hot liquid fills my mouth as I feel Mason slide a finger inside my tight opening.

That's all it takes. My legs are shaking, and I'm coming on Mason's face, and he shows no signs of stopping. I should be nervous that someone could come out here at any moment and see what we're doing, but I just don't care.

"Show me," Bennett breathes, his back arched, still leaning over me. I open my mouth and spread my tongue, letting him see the white puddle of his release coating my tongue before curling it back into my mouth and swallowing with a moan.

I scream when Mason adds a second finger. I've never had sex before, and his fingers are thick and long. He looks at me with dark eyes, still holding my trembling thigh with one hand. He pumps his fingers in and out, deliciously curling them inside me. I thrust my hips, silently begging him to go faster, harder, just fuck me. But Bennett grabs my hip, pulling me down and forcing me to let Mason have all the control. "If you want to be our slut, you need to act like it."