Mason
Are we really doing this?
It feels too late to even ask that question as Niko's hot, wet mouth surrounds me, his tongue flicking over my piercing and sending a jolt of heat straight through me.
My hips buck on instinct. "Oh, wow," I rasp, my voice strained, barely recognizable even to myself. "That feels...really fucking good."
Beside me, Alyssa moans softly, her sounds a perfect harmony with King's rough grunts and growls. Her attention shifts between me, Niko, and the way King moves inside her. His pants are only pushed down low enough for access, but she's soaked them through.
That's how much watching this turns her on.
King meets my gaze, smirking with that infuriating mix of arrogance and approval, before his hand wraps possessively around Alyssa's throat. He pulls her into a kiss that's so consuming it looks like he's trying to claim her soul.
But even that display can't hold my focus for long. My attention snaps back to Niko, his blue eyes blazing with something raw and magnetic as he bobs his head. His lips stretch around my shaft, and I can't help the way my stomach tightens at the sight of him like this—on his knees for me.
It's too much and not enough at the same time.
Niko hollows his cheeks, taking me deeper. "Fuckkk." The words tumble out as my hips rock into his mouth as if they have a mind of their own. "Is it okay if I pull your hair?"
His nod is subtle, but the hunger in his eyes is unmistakable. With his consent, I fist his blond hair, guiding him up and down my length. He groans low in his throat, the vibration rippling through me like an electric current.
Fucking hell.
Pleasure crashes over me, relentless and all-consuming. My chest tightens, my cock pulsing in his mouth. Everything blurs until it's just me and Niko. His mouth is different—so damn different—but it feels incredible. Better than I thought it ever could be.
Suddenly, Alyssa's hand trails down my chest, her touch light and grounding. Her voice is a sultry purr. "Do you like that, Mace? Watching him choke on you, taking you so deep?"
"Y-Yeah," I stammer, barely able to form the word. My fingers tighten in Niko's hair as I watch him work me over. "He's so good at it."
Her hips roll slowly on King's lap as she leans over to tug Niko away by the back of his hair. Her tongue traces the length of my cock. Niko doesn't hesitate, his tongue joining hers, their mouths meeting in a sloppy kiss as they take turns pleasuring me.
The sensation is so overwhelming, I might just pass the hell out. My toes curl, and my hand claws at the arm of the couch. Every nerve is on fire, every thought drowned by pure, unadulterated need.
Alyssa kisses me deeply, her lips slick with spit and arousal. She tastes like sin—like me—and it's intoxicating. Pulling back, she refocuses on King, her cries of pleasure rising as he grips her waist, driving into her harder.
"You're so fucking wet, kitten," King growls, his voice heavy with desire. "You love watching us fuck each other, don't you?"
"God, yes," Alyssa cries out.
I barely process their exchange, too far gone. My hips snap forward, thrusting into Niko's mouth with increasing urgency. He relaxes his throat, letting me take what I need. Even as I move rougher, I'm acutely aware that this is nothing compared to how King takes him.
That shit looks brutal, but somehow, he still loves it.
"That's it, Nikolai," Alyssa praises breathlessly, her voice like honey. "Such a good boy letting him fuck your mouth like that."
Niko groans at her words. His tongue swirls around my head, his hand massaging my balls, and I lose it. My thighs tremble as I let out a broken moan.
"Fuck! I'm coming," I gasp, my release hitting the back of his throat.
Alyssa's body shudders as she tumbles over the edge, her cries blending with mine.
I collapse against the couch, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. My head spins, and my gaze locks with Niko's, his lips swollen and cheeks flushed. "That was..." I trail off, shaking my head. "Holy shit."
King's voice cuts through the haze, a deep rumble laced with satisfaction. "Slut, swallow every drop of his cum then come clean us up."
Like a man possessed, he sucks my head clean with a wet pop before moving to Alyssa and King. I watch as his tongue laps up every remnant of Alyssa's juices off King's dick before sucking King's cum out of her. Watching him work is hotter than it has any right to be, but I'm too spent right now to get hard again.
Alyssa nestles against King, her cheeks red as he wraps a possessive arm around her. "That was so hot," she says, grinning at us. "How do you feel, Mace?"
How the hell do I feel?
I just got a blowjob from a guy—my best friend since I was fifteen years old. And I liked it.
No, liked isn't a strong enough word. I loved it, and I'd fucking do it again in a heartbeat.
There's no shame in this realization. No regrets. Just a strange, unexpected sense of...right.
King's smirk widens as he watches me laid out on the couch like I've just been wrung dry. "Not every day I get to watch a hot show like that. Might need to make this a regular thing."
I manage a weak chuckle, dragging a hand through my hair. "Yeah, well...let's not get ahead of ourselves."
Niko laughs softly, leaning back on his heels. "Fair enough. But...thanks for trusting me, Mace."
I nod, a faint smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. "Thanks for...whatever the hell that was. I think I liked it."
"You think?" King asks, his tone low and teasing. "You look like you came pretty damn hard."
Oh, I absolutely fucking did. But I don't give him the satisfaction of a response.
Still kneeling, Niko rests his head against the couch between us, his cheek pressing against my thigh. He's probably full and tired after all that cum he just ate. Something stirs in me, strange and tentative, and before I can second-guess it, my fingers find his hair. I slowly run them through the silky strands.
He sighs, the soft sound and satisfied, like a contented cat. It's an odd intimacy, but after what he just did—hell, after what we just did—it just felt...right.
There’s that word again. I really didn’t expect to feel that way tonight, but nothing about what I just did felt wrong.
"It's time to change your bandage," Alyssa says once she catches her breath. She goes into King's office and returns with the first-aid kit.
King leans back, letting her work as she carefully cleans his wound and replaces the dressing exactly the way I showed her. His eyes follow her every move, the intensity in them softening. I can tell he's still not used to being taken care of, but he has no choice now.
We care about him, and not only do we have Alyssa and Zuri now, we have two more babies coming. His days of being reckless are over.
When she finishes, he cups her face and presses a kiss to her forehead. "Thank you, kitten. Go ahead and head upstairs with Niko and Mason. I've got something to handle tonight."
Alyssa hesitates, her teeth catching her bottom lip.
His brows pull together. "What's wrong?"
"I...I want to come with you," she murmurs, her tone laced in determination.
King stills. "You want to see him?"
She nods. "I need to."
Alyssa's words hang in the air as King's lips turn into a wicked smile. There's a spark in his eyes, a dangerous thrill that he makes no effort to hide. The idea of her wanting to watch him work seems to ignite something primal in him, but his gaze softens ever so slightly as it dips to her stomach.
His jaw ticks as he glances at me and Niko, lifting his brow in a silent question.
"Have fun and be safe, you two," Niko says lazily, not bothering to lift his head or remove my hand from his hair.
I let out a quiet exhale, glancing between them. I trust King wouldn't let anything happen to her, but it doesn't stop the knot of unease that settles in my chest. Still, Phillips is probably half-dead already. "Just don't traumatize our girl, King."
He chuckles darkly, the sound rich with amusement. "Like you can talk. Should've seen your face while you were rubbing salt in his wounds."
"That was different," I mutter, shooting him a playful glare. "You're that sadistic all the time."
King's grin is razor-sharp. "I know, and it makes our kitten's pussy wet, so fuck off."
He gives me the middle finger as he follows Alyssa upstairs to get dressed, leaving me and Niko in a comfortable silence while I continue to stroke his hair.
When they reappear, Alyssa is wearing a black Sleep Token hoodie and jeans. Even in something so simple, she radiates beauty, her long hair tumbling freely.
After King slips the last of his multiple weapons into his waistband—a handgun—he tips Alyssa's chin up with two fingers. "You sure about this, baby?”
She nods. "I am."
His thumb brushes over her lower lip, his eyes darkening. "You've got no fucking idea how turned on I am right now."
She giggles, glancing down at the bulge in his pants. "I think I have an idea."
Before they leave, Alyssa comes over to Niko and me, leaning in to give each of us lingering kisses. "I love you," she says to each of us and of fucking course we repeat it back.
King leans down and kisses Niko too, a quick but heated kiss on the lips that still manages to leave Niko a little dazed. Then he turns to me with a teasing grin. "What about you, Mace? Want a kiss too?"
I glare at him, trying to ignore the heat rising up my neck. "You're pushing it tonight."
His laugh is deep, unapologetic, and full of that cocky energy only he can pull off. "Just didn't want you feeling left out, bro."
Is it kinda fucked up that heat sears through me at the thought? It's not like I'm out here trying to kiss any guy, but with King and Niko...I can't lie. I'm curious now.
Fuck. I need to take this slow—not just cannonball right into the bisexual pool and hope for the best.
The door clicks shut behind them, and I let out a breath I hadn't even realized I was holding.
"You think he's gonna fuck her in his blood tonight?" Niko asks, grabbing the remote from the coffee table.
"Oh, definitely." Judging by the erection he was sporting before they left, there's no doubt about it.
I just hope Alyssa's ready for that darker, more-unhinged side of him.
My gaze drifts to Niko, my hand still absently running through his hair. "Want me to stop?"
"Nah," he murmurs, a faint flush creeping over his cheeks. "I mean, unless your hand is tired."
I blush too, but I don't pull away.
He scrolls through the apps and thankfully skips over Disney+. Thank God. I love our little warrior, but if I have to watch anything else with singing in it tonight, I might blow my brains out.
"Wanna watch a horror movie?" Niko asks, glancing up at me with an easy grin.
I can't help but smile back. "Sure."