Behind the Mask

Chapter 31

Victor's POV

I led her to the bedroom I stayed in when I wanted some alone time. I love my husbands, but tonight, I want to be alone with her. "I can add the app and tracker to your phone tomorrow if that's okay?" I asked her.

"I don't think I've ever met such a protective bunch of men in my life," she smirked.

Pulling Nate's t-shirt over her head, I asked, "Does it bother you?"

My mouth grazed over her nipples, making her gasp as she answered, "No, it makes me feel cared for like you all think I'm something precious." Her cheeks flushed as she spoke.

I stopped and cupped her face, "That's because you are, Marissa." I pressed my lips to hers feeling her bare skin against mine. I pulled her onto the bed with me, holding her on top of me. Pushing her upright until my cock pressed against her core, I ran my hands over her body. "You are beautiful, both inside and out, you deserve to be loved and reminded daily of how precious you are." Her hips ground against me as I kneaded her breasts, tugging at her nipples. "I want to worship you," I moaned as I pulled her mouth to mine.

Within seconds her body pressed flush against mine, her wet core gliding against my cock, making me groan. My hands tangled in her hair as I thrust upward, tearing a cry from her throat, "Victor!" Her nails dug into my shoulders as I flipped us over and caged her beneath me. I knew her limits, and I didn't want to push them tonight but damn it was difficult not to plunge inside of her, especially when her hand was stroking my already aching cock.

"Marissa," I groaned, "I'm barely hanging on here."

"Will you do something for me?" she whispered, her thumb swirling precum over the tip of my cock.

I looked into her eyes, "Anything."

"Before you cum, pull out and cum in my mouth," I gasped at her words as I felt her center me over her core and move her hips upward.

"Oh fuck," I groaned as I sank into her warmth, "You feel amazing." I crashed my lips against hers as my hips began to move. Our bodies moved as if in a dance, each touch, each movement perfectly paced in response to each other. I tried to keep my rhythm slow, I didn't want this to end. I don't know what made her decide I was worthy, but I wasn't going to do anything to betray her trust in me.

I felt her body begin to tighten - she was close. "Victor," she moaned, her hand tugging the hair at the nape of my neck, while the other one clung to my forearm, nails digging into me. "Please," she begged.

"Let go, beautiful. I'll keep my word," I cooed as her body shook with her release. It was so pure as tears fell from her eyes. I knew I couldn't last much more and pulled out, making her whimper. I cupped the back of her neck as I knelt before her and guided my cock to her mouth. She looked up at me with complete trust and parted her lips. It only took a few thrusts before I spilled into her mouth, grunting as she hummed against my cock.

When I slipped from her mouth, she gave me a grin, "Thank you."

I coughed a bit, then laid down next to her, "I should be thanking you - for trusting me, for letting me make love to you, for being here." She snuggled against my chest and let out a contented sigh. I pressed my lips to the top of her head and listened as her breathing evened out. "I love you, Marissa," I whispered, then let sleep overtake me.

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I reached out across the sheets only to find myself alone. It took me a moment to hear the water running and let out a sigh. I was afraid she might have run off after last night. I wrapped the bedsheet around me and knocked on the bathroom door. "Do you need some clothes?" I asked through the door.

"Oh shoot," she mumbled and I heard something fall. I pushed the door open slightly, to see her bent over picking up a shampoo bottle. She squeaked when she saw me, "You startled me, now turn around."

"I just spent an entire night with you naked in my arms, and now you're shy?" I chuckled.

She groaned, "Ugh, men!"

"That's one, beautiful," I growled, then closed the door as I heard her gasp.

Grabbing my clothes, I stepped down the hall to use the guest shower. When I came into the room again, she was wearing one of my button-down shirts and I had to readjust myself. I couldn't help but stare at her areolas that showed through the white fabric. I coughed and her eyes snapped to mine, "Um, where's your bra?" I asked.

She walked toward me like a cat stalking a mouse, "Well, someone took it off me last night. Then that same someone left it in the car when he carried me in. Why? Do you not like my choice of outfit," she purred. Wasn't this the same woman that ten minutes ago wouldn't let me shower with her or look at her naked? I shook my head in confusion. "So Victor, should I go down those stairs like this, or do you think you might be able to find my bra?" I think the gleam in my eyes let her know she'd just made a mistake. She tried to back up, her seductive act disappearing, "No, no, absolutely not," she squealed as I grabbed her, throwing her over my shoulders.

"Too late, beautiful, you gave me the choice, and I choose you just like this," I laughed as I carried her down the stairs. All eyes turned toward us as she continued to squeal and struggle, which only gave a better view of her lacy white panties. "Good morning, my loves," I said as I pulled her into my lap. She tried to hide against me, but I managed to pin her arms making her breasts press even tighter against the white cotton.

Nate let out a loud laugh, "Guess we forgot to check the car, didn't we, doll?" She growled - well it was more of a mewl, but she tried. Of course, her attempt at a growl made us all laugh even more. I saw Kota coming up from the corner of my eye, holding something in his hands. He caught my eye and mouthed 'hold her' to me. Nate must have seen him too because he kept talking to distract her.

Kota pulled her hair back a bit and whispered in her ear, "Close your eyes, kitten." She did as he asked, and he tied a small piece of yarn with a little silver bell around her neck, then kissed her sweet spot, making her moan. "There, now we will know where you are all the time," he chuckled.

She rolled her eyes at him, "I'm not a kitten, Kota."

He gave her a playful smile, "Whatever you say, kitten." She flicked at the little bell but didn't make a move to take it off. He pressed a kiss to her head and whispered, "I'll be more than happy to replace that with a real collar whenever you're ready."

Her eyes went wide, then she quickly schooled her face, "Perhaps someday," she whispered more to herself than to him. Her fingers ran over the yarn and bell again as she seemed lost in thought.

Silas placed her plate in front of her and we all began our breakfast, chatting and teasing each other. Several compliments were made about how nice my shirt looked on her which made her blush furiously. I had a silly grin on my face as I watched my family. I had missed this. Our lives had gotten so busy and we didn't just enjoy each other as a family much anymore. When we were younger, Sang pulled us all back together, but after a few years, that didn't even work anymore. Then when she left, we drifted even farther apart. Sure we were married, but we only gathered in small groups, never like this. Since Marissa came into our lives, I've spent more time with all of them - both individually and as a group. I just hope it doesn't end.  

Author's Notes: short final update for the night - hoping to sleep. Oh yeah, and covid totally sucks.