Owning Avery

Mason awoke to see the sky turning a lighter shade of purple through the blinds, his body exhausted, and as he turned and faced Avery, he couldn't help but feel a bit of pity; she would no doubt be hurting far more than him.

She was on her side with a hand draped over his chest and he wished he could wake up like this forever. Her blonde hair was bedraggled and still she appeared an angel. In his lethargy, he couldn't believe any of it had happened at all.

Turning onto his side to face her, the arm that had been draped over him fell upon the pillow near her head. He watched her sleep as he gently traced a finger along her side, then took a moment to sweep the hair that had stuck to her cheek behind her ear.

Avery licked her lips, gently waking, though with very little consciousness. She let out a moan as she shifted her aching body, ready to roll into a new position to find the sleep again. But she noticed fingers tracing her side and it was so blissful and comforting, she smiled and allowed her eyes to flutter.

Face to face with Mason, she closed her eyes once more. "That feels nice," she whispered, because while she could fall back asleep at any moment, it did honestly feel so comforting and lovely the way his soft fingers trailed across her skin. "It's not morning, is it?"

"No," Mason said, unable to take his eyes from her. "Maybe five? Hour or so from sunrise."

"Hmm," Avery sighed. "Yeah, but we're sleeping until at least noon," she whispered contentedly, brushing her cheek upon the pillow.

"At least," Mason agreed, grinning. Using the back of his fingers, he pulled her hair from her neck, then slid his hand down her back, urging her closer. She complied, molded like clay until her chest was pressed against his. Continuing south with his hand, he ran it over her thigh, then hiked her left leg over his hip to pull her even closer.

He wanted her now. A little sleepy early morning romp before they crashed out again well into daylight, and he raised his head a bit to look over her shoulder, finding Carter deeply asleep with his back toward them.

Now with a purpose, his hand brushed across her skin, closer and closer to intimate areas with each stroke. And as he'd near her breasts, she'd exhale with the tiniest little moan. "I want you, Avery," Mason whispered after another minute, hiking her leg up further. "I need you."

Avery exhaled deeply. She was so tired. So achy. Her body barely felt like her own anymore and she desperately needed more sleep.

Despite it all, she pressed her hips against him almost subconsciously, and upon further consideration she realized she wanted this. This incredible, soft, tender, sensual love in the wee hours of the morning, awake just enough to be in the moment, but not waking fully so she could fall back asleep at will.

"Yes, Mason," she moaned after another moment, then brought her lips to his. Kissing him, she wrapped her arm around his neck to pull herself ever closer. "I need you, too."

Mason reached between them and guided himself to her entrance. It didn't take too much effort with how relaxed and lethargic she was to press his way inward, and he relished in her airy moan before stifling it with his mouth.

"Shh," he said as he began to pump at her, holding the back of her knee up as high as he could comfortably pull it. "Let's not wake up Carter. It's just you and me."

Avery nodded, though it was always hard to stifle the sounds as she was penetrated. Thank god she was as tired as she was, so they exited at the volume of whispers.

Everything was perfect. She couldn't help but take a moment and relish in how loved she felt, right in this space. How Mason's gentle lovemaking was exactly what she needed. The way he'd touch her now felt like a solemn worship, and she kissed him again, moaning into his mouth as she bit his lower lip.

Mason could be buried in her forever. He kept a steady, languid pace, like rolling waves on a calm ocean, and didn't dare pick it up as he wished it to last.

Carter felt motion on the mattress and as he stretched an arm, he heard a stifled moan. Rolling over, he found Avery's back to him, her body wrapped around Mason as they quietly had sex beside him. It would be so easy to just go back to sleep; he was exhausted, and he closed his eyes to do just that. Let them have their hushed minutes.

But his body was stirring to life as he listened to the quiet sounds, felt the gentle waves of movement and, without fully knowing he was doing it, he placed his hand on Avery's shoulder and began to subtly urge her onto her back.

As Avery felt Carter's hand, a further need swept over her in her dazed state, and while Mason continued to pump at her, his grip holding her hips in place on her side, she rolled her upper body onto her back, craning her neck to meet Carter's mouth. She began to kiss him with a delicate passion, slow and sensual. When she felt Carter's hand cover her breast and massage her, she couldn't help but smile against his mouth, her pleasure intensifying. Sucking on his lower lip as long, languid moans escaped, and she wrapped her left arm around his head to hold herself to him. To stay steady as her hips rocked, Mason keeping her attached.

When Mason felt Avery pull away, he at first missed her mouth; the way she had held him and pressed against him. The way it had felt like they were the only two who existed. But as he watched her kissing Carter while being the one pumping at her pussy—saw Carter pinching her erect nipple—somehow his arousal heightened. Perhaps it was the way her lean body was stretched and contorted between them, the contours highlighted by the ever lightening purple glow of dawn. It could also have been how she felt inside. How she felt made for him. Maybe made for exactly this. Either way, he dug his fingers in a little deeper on her hips and picked up his pace, watching with fascination how her body, especially her tits, pulsed up and down with each of his thrusts.

Carter held her breast, oddly enjoying the consistency of the rhythmic rocking, then swapped to the other. It would never cease to amaze him the litany of noises she made with each new motion presented, and how this particularly loud

'nnnn'

as he gripped down in a way where his palm pinched and twisted her nipple was breathed against his lips. He couldn't believe just now how turned on he was by the motion of her body as Mason pumped her. The fact that it was not him. How they continued to share kisses as she moaned into his mouth due to Mason's dick. It was, frankly, surreal.

The rocking was becoming less liquid, and Avery bit her lip, unable to stay too locked to Carter anymore. With the roll of her head, she looked at Mason, whose eyes were trained down low as a few real thrusts began, and she knew he was close. She was too, but didn't think it would happen to match his, though with Carter rolling her nipple it was possible. "

Ahhng

,

Masonnn

," she whined, throwing her head back again onto the pillow, where Carter covered her mouth with his and kissed her.

Mason came seconds after hearing her cry his name. She had that effect, because frankly it was so utterly unbelievable that he was having sex with her that all it took was her voice calling out to him. He full body shuddered as he emptied into her, a few spasmatic pumps of his groin. When he looked up, she had just left Carter's mouth and smiled at him so softly, so tired.

He pulled at her shoulder, wanted to be wrapped in her, and she followed without a hint of hesitation, wrapping her arm around his neck and taking to his mouth with a quiet fervor. He eased the grip he'd had on her leg and allowed it to straighten as he fell from her, her legs shifting away.

While kissing Mason, Avery felt Carter wrap his arm around her waist, his hand flat against her belly and give her a strong yank until she actually had to crane her neck to keep kissing Mason, arm holding on to his shoulder, now nearly perpendicular between them. Somehow she felt her right leg

beneath

Carter, though that couldn't totally be right, could it? And yet there was a pressure on that thigh as her other knee was bent toward Mason, nearing her chest.

Carter had taken to his knees, straddling the thigh that was on the mattress and crooked her left leg up, all done swiftly and with ease. Avery was distracted kissing Mason, and her body had to have been exhausted given her muscles put up no resistance. In a flash, he had swept up a pillow, propped her up, then sunk into her as she exhaled a high pitched moan, though stifled by Mason's mouth.

Oh, thank God,

Avery thought as she felt Carter enter her. That, along with,

he's too big for me, still,

because it once again hurt as she was filled by him, even though she was fully relaxed in this dreamlike state

.

She was still on the verge of an orgasm and hadn't wanted it to fade without coming to fruition. She stopped kissing Mason to look over her shoulder, found Carter on his knees, one hand on the small of her back and the other on her belly as he pulled her against him with each sudden thrust. He was only ever slow with the retreat, her relaxed body doing the work there with simple elasticity and her hold on Carter. If only she could be filled by them forever. . . He was too busy watching his dick to see that she was looking at him, and she turned back to meet Mason's eyes.

Avery's rhythmic

'ah . . . ah . . . ah . . . ah . . .

' was music to Mason's ears even when he wasn't causing it, which felt impossible to rationalize and created confusion he'd have to consider later. He loved the sound of her being fucked, even though this wasn't really fucking: more Carter thrusting with some force every five seconds. It was weirdly erotic to hear Avery's little bursts of sound, how her fingers gripped his shoulder with each one, spaced so far apart, yet still to a very clear rhythm.

Everything was in slow motion, which in a way seemed to make each second longer than it might have been in their more manic playtime. He locked eyes with her, cradled one cheek with his right hand as though comforting her through Carter's dicking. Her eyes were half closed and fluttering, so sleepy; her body relaxed and exhausted, but satisfied. The way her whole body bobbed, the way the mattress shook, all of it was like a ride Mason didn't ever want to leave, and he gently kissed her lips again as those

'ah, ah, ah's

were muffled by his mouth.

The orgasm welled up deep inside of Avery, the pressure heavy and almost painful before a particularly intense thrust sent it over the edge and it rolled like the waves at the same tempo of Carter's motions. Her jaw locked as she gripped Mason's head, pulling his forehead to hers to ride it out, desperate to grip and hold anything as it pulsed. When it subsided, she sighed heavily, though was still rocking as Carter sought his own release, now pumping faster and without a pause. Another less powerful aftershock rocked her body as she felt him fully embedded with one forceful thrust, then he pulled from her and collapsed at her side, a hand on her hip, exhaling heavy breaths that matched hers.

It was this moment that Avery realized she was in love. Shifting her legs and rolling onto her back, she eyed Carter sideways; also on his back with his forearm covering his eyes. His lips were gently parted as he steadied his breathing, his other hand now on her thigh. Mason was still on his side to her right, his hand on her stomach. Her chest was rising and falling with a slight sheen of sweat able to be seen with the light that was now turning that lilac color that begins only minutes before the orange of the sunrise.

And she was absolutely, deeply in love. She wanted exactly this every night for the rest of her life. To wake up and be filled by Mason in a serene, dreamlike state, because she did not feel whole without him inside of her. Just now, the absence of him was far more present than the intrusion prior. Her muscles screamed to be stretched. To grip.

She wanted every night for Carter to take up that emptiness; fill it once more. She wanted his certainty and sureness, his complete control over her in the moments of uncertainty. She was in love with this feeling. With their touches. Their differences and similarities.

Looking from Carter, to Mason, then to the ceiling, she knew her punishment would extend far beyond this weekend. Only in a different way. She was deeply in love with both of them. The punishment was that, in about ten hours, she didn't know what could possibly happen when this 'grounding' ended.

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