Nikolai
After putting Zuri down for the night, we all head downstairs to unwind and spend some quality adult time together. Today has been overwhelming. Alyssa being pregnant with twins is enough to process—but one of them might even biologically be mine.
What a mindfuck.
I'm still trying to wrap my mind around everything, but I'm excited as hell. I can already see the four of us in the delivery room with our babies and Zuri in our arms.
"What are we watching tonight, guys?" I ask, flopping down on the couch and pulling Alyssa into my lap.
"Enchanted, again?" Mason mutters, his tone teasing, but his smirk betrays his amusement.
Alyssa narrows her eyes at him in mock offense. "Hey! That's my comfort movie. Don't judge me!"
He chuckles and leans back on the couch. "Oh, I'm not judging, little warrior. I'm just saying I could probably recite the entire thing, and I've only caught bits and pieces."
She grins. "Well, maybe tonight, we can all watch it together."
I laugh inwardly. King and Mace are going to hate every second of this.
Disney movies? Yeah, that's not their thing. But watching their reactions? That's going to be the real entertainment tonight.
King strides over and drops onto the couch between us, stealing Alyssa from me and tugging her into his lap.
"King," she squeals, swatting lightly at his chest.
He just smirks and grabs her by the throat, pulling her into a deep kiss. "I need to touch you kitten," he growls against her lips.
"Yeah, well, you're not the only one," Mason mutters under his breath.
"Same here," I chime in, my fingers itching to snatch her back from him.
Alyssa giggles, her laughter light and soft like it's meant just for us. "You guys aren't going to be passing me around all night like a blunt." She stretches her legs across Mason's lap, her head resting on my lap, her hair spilling over me like silk. "There. Better?"
"Yeah," we all grunt in unison.
She beams, grabbing the remote to start the movie. As the opening scene begins, I comb my fingers through her hair, the soft strands against my skin. Mason starts rubbing her feet, his movements slow and deliberate, while King's hand slides protectively over her stomach.
Alyssa melts into us, sighing contentedly. The sound makes my heart squeeze.
Fuck, I'm so in love with her. With this. And with our babies coming in just six months, our family feels more complete than I ever thought possible.
"Why the fuck is there singing in this?" King grumbles, not even a minute in.
I snort, biting back laughter. "Oh, there's plenty more. You're in for a treat."
"Please kill me," I hear Mason mutter, though the corner of his mouth twitches in a half-smile.
"Shut up and and watch the movie," Alyssa snaps at them, her eyes glued to the screen like it's her first time watching this.
And they do just that.
At least for a little while.
As the movie plays, my focus shifts. My fingers trail through Alyssa's hair, massaging her scalp in a slow, rhythmic motion. She lets out a soft, involuntary moan that sends blood rushing to my cock.
But it's not just me. Mason's hands works deep circles into her soles, and King's fingers skim along the edge of her panties, teasing her relentlessly.
"What are you guys doing?" she huffs, though by the way she's writhing, she doesn't want us to stop.
King chuckles, low and rough. "We can multitask, can't we, boys?"
"Fuck yeah, we can," I say, slipping my hand under her shirt to play with her hardened nipples. Mason's hands travel higher, skimming her calves.
She shifts instinctively, giving us better access, and I seize the moment, pulling her into a kiss.
Her moans vibrate against my lips and when I pull back, I see King's fingers already buried deep in her pussy, moving with a precision that already has her trembling.
Fuck. That's so hot. She's so responsive with us.
"Take over," King orders Mason, his tone commanding but calm. His free hand moves lower, circling her other entrance.
"Oh, fuck," Alyssa gasps as Mason moves to the floor and his fingers take over, working her slick folds while King's push deeper, breaching her ass.
The sight of them unraveling her has me hard as hell. I adjust her, propping her up slightly so she can watch what they're doing. My hands don't stop moving, tweaking and tugging her nipples until she's gasping for air.
We work in tandem, drawing out delicious moans that have tension coiling in my gut. Her eyes shift between the three of us, her mouth forming a perfect "O" as she nears the edge.
"C'mon, kitten," King growls, his voice strained with need. "Come on Mace's fingers like the good little slut you are for us."
Her entire body tightens, then shudders as she falls apart, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. I grab her by the ponytail, dragging her mouth to mine and swallow her scream. My tongue slides against hers, our kiss wild as King and Mason draws out her orgasm as long as possible.
When Mason pulls his fingers free, they glisten with her release. Without thinking, I grab his wrist and shove his fingers into my mouth, sucking hard. His eyes widen in shock, but then something darker flickers in those green depths.
"That's so fucking hot," Alyssa moans, her voice breathy as she watches us.
Mason yanks his hand back quickly like he's been bitten by a snake, his cheeks tinged red. Shit, I didn't mean to upset him, I just needed to taste her. Is he going to punch me? I deserve that.
As I wait for the blow to come, I notice a mix of emotions cross his features—confusion, curiosity, and unmistakable desire.
At least, I think it's desire.
Alyssa shifts, sitting up to face him. "Mace," she asks, her voice soft but curious. "Did you like that?"
He swallows hard, nodding. "Yes."
Her eyes dart between us, like she's piecing something together.
"I know it was a while ago, but remember how I was supposed to punish you both?"
Oh, fuck. Where is she going with this?
"If you're both comfortable with the idea," she continues, her voice steady despite the deep flush coloring her cheeks, "I want to see Niko suck your cock like he just sucked your fingers."
Heat curls low in my gut, sharp and all-consuming. "W-What?" I manage, my voice barely above a whisper.
"You heard her, slut," King says, his tone laced in amusement.
Did I really hear her right?
I glance at Mason, my face getting hot. "D-Do you...want that?"
He opens his mouth, closes it, then clears his throat. "Um, I'm not on the same level as you and King," he says, suddenly sounding sheepish. "But...I think maybe I want to try it. I mean, if you want to, of course."
My cock twitches, throbbing in my shorts, the sheer lust of the moment leaving me dizzy. The idea of this—of him—wasn't something I ever considered, but now the thought sears through me. King was the first and only man who ever made me feel safe exploring my sexuality. But Mason...he's never judged me either.
Is it possible he's curious too?
His nervous expression twists something inside me, a strange mix of tenderness and excitement. Slowly, I move to the floor as Mason sits back on the couch. A part of me feels honored—being the one he trusts to explore this side of himself.
When he pushes his pants down, his cock springs free, the head angry and weeping. I swallow hard, my eyes snapping to meet King's. He smirks, his gaze burning with approval and...hunger.
Something tells me he'll enjoy the show.
"Put that mouth to work, slut," he commands, his voice dripping with dominance. "Show Mace how good you are at sucking dick." He shifts his attention to Alyssa, reaching for her. "And you, baby girl...I want you to ride me."
Her eyes widen. "King...but your shoulder—"
"Nothing could stop me from fucking my pussy," he growls. "Now, hop on."
A shiver runs through her as she obeys, straddling him. Slowly, she lowers herself onto him, her slick heat swallowing him to the hilt. Her head falls back, a moan spilling from her lips as she starts to rock her hips.
Both Mason and I watch, entranced, as her hands grip the back of the couch for support. Her back arches, and her movements grow more desperate, her gasps and cries filling the room.
Then, her head snaps to us, her eyes blazing. "Niko, go down on him. Please. I want to watch. The thought of it...turns me on so much knowing you both want it."
The desperation in her voice pushes me over the edge. "Fuck," I groan, turning to Mason, his hesitance now paired with unmistakable need.
I reach for him, my fingers brushing his thighs as I meet his gaze. "If at any point you don't like it, it's okay to tell me to stop, okay?" I say, my voice soft but firm.
He nods, his throat bobbing as he swallows. "Okay."
Maintaining eye contact, I lower my head, my lips parting to wrap around the crown of his pierced cock.