Chapter 5

five

MY HEART FLEW AWAY

“Mason, darling. Why did you buy a bird in the first place?” my mother asks. My eyes scan across the country club table to see if my cousin has any further input, but he just stares at me blankly with his steely blue eyes.

Shrugging, I say, “I love her. I need to get her back.” Then, more to myself, I mumble, “Life just isn’t the same without her.”

Uncle Mal taps his finger on the rim of his glass of scotch. “I think it’s good you have this new hobby. Maybe research on how to get her to return.”

Xavier still hasn’t made any expression. I hate when he freezes up, becomes unreadable. “Don’t you have anything to say?” I ask, waiting for him to deliver some underhanded insult.

With a slight shake of his head, he offers, “Good luck.”

“Xavier, tell me how Marissa is. How many more days until she has your baby?” My chest tightens listening to my mom wax on about grandbabies. Caitlyn wants a child with me. I bet mom and Mal would be really proud if I got her pregnant. Got a job working for Xavier. Bought an Escalade.

But the more I think about each of those things that are destined for my future, the more I feel like Sweetie. What if it was a great thing that she flew away? She can go where she wants, enjoy her life on the outside. Experience the breeze and all that. Not be so trapped.

Briggs

Get over here now, twister.

Me

Uh… I can be there in twenty?

Briggs

What do you say?

Me

Yes, daddy.

Briggs asked for my number after mine and Caitlyn’s last soiree at his place. It’s been a couple of days without any activity other than my own hand jerking it to cuck porn. But that led to some weird shit. Like… watching dudes get railed in the ass by the bull. And I’m not quite sure how to feel about that.

I did explode, like, six times to one of them, though.

“I’m sorry. I gotta go.”

“I thought you didn’t have class today,” Mom says.

Standing, I glance around at the expectant faces eyeing me. “Well, I gotta go research how to get my bird back.” Or not…

“Give me a kiss.” My mother lifts her cheek, and I place my lips against it and bid my uncle and Xavier goodbye.

When I get to Briggs’s apartment, he throws open his door, holding it wide to showcase the creature behind him. Caitlyn sits cross-legged on his couch in a tiny white dress. Her thighs are curled up and, even from the door, I can see she’s not wearing any panties. Have they already started?

Briggs grabs my sweater and yanks me inside. Through gritted teeth, he says, “Your girlfriend came by.”

“Yes,” Caitlyn says, rolling her eyes. “Briggs insisted we wait for you.”

Briggs wanted me here?

Wandering into his living room, I plop down next to Caitlyn while Briggs disappears into his kitchen. “You were hanging out here?” I ask her.

Smacking her lips open, she snorts. “Yes. We were hanging out.”

“I didn’t know you two hung out together.”

“We don’t.” Briggs’s bass voice shakes me as he slaps a cold bottle of beer in my hand. “Not by ourselves,” he clarifies. Once he’s settled between Caitlyn and I, he grabs a remote control and turns on some music by some band I’ve never heard.

Caitlyn tosses her leg over Briggs’s thick thigh while I sip some of the ale. “Your place is really nice.” Nodding to the corners of the room, I lick my lower lip clean.

“Thanks. Took a while to get it the way I wanted it,” Briggs says, glancing around with me.

“Briggs, you could be a designer. It’s so well put together. Mason’s apartment has nothing in it.” She giggles. “Just like him.”

Briggs leans back and puts his arms up across the back of the couch behind Caitlyn and me. “I like minimalism. There’s a place for it.”

“Oh, I’m not a minimalist, I just…” The man has coffee table books. Oh, and they’re on animals. A yellow canary sits on the cover of the one on top. “I don’t really know what to do with it.”

“You into animals?” Briggs follows my eyes with his bright blue ones and our gazes catch. Some weird flip twists in my stomach as the corners of his lids crinkle up in a half smile.

“Well, actually⁠—”

Caitlyn practically yells, “I’m bored!” Sliding over onto Briggs’s lap, she takes his beer and twists her body to set it down on the coffee table. “I thought you said we had to wait for Mason to get started.”

Briggs wanted to wait for me?

He grips her ass with his big hands as she grinds on his crotch. “Yeah. That’s the game, isn’t it? Work my cock, bitch.”

My eyeballs practically fall out. I’ve heard Xavier calling her every name in the book, even while fucking her. But this is the first time Briggs has, and I wonder how she’ll handle it. Darting a glance over to me, she leans forward and kisses Briggs while keeping her green eyes on my face. “Mmm, spank me, daddy.”

Briggs rears back a wide palm and slaps the shit out of her ass. She screams and jolts up and his lips part in a wide grin, showcasing a perfect set of dimples. “Ouch! Too hard!” Chastising him, she rubs her butt with an open-mouthed gasp.

“Sorry,” he says, then tucks his bottom lip under his teeth, trying to contain his smile. “Suck me. And Mason? Get her ready for me.”

Caitlyn stands and shimmies out of her dress while Briggs adjusts on his seat, spreading his legs farther apart. She kneels between them, and Briggs folds his arms behind his head. “Take it out and get me hard while twister licks your pussy,” Briggs says.

Caitlyn’s eyes flash over him, but she does as he says, and I toss off my shirt, then jeans and boxers to lie down underneath her cunt, one hand on my thickening dick.

Dramatically moaning, she sloppily sucks him off as his breaths grow rapid and loud. When she shoves her pussy in my face, I stroke my tongue repeatedly up and down her slit, then suck on her clit while tugging on myself.

“That’s it, slut. Now, get up here and fuck me. Get me off so our boy has something to eat.” He lifts his hips to pull down his jeans, then smacks his inner thighs to show her where to sit. Caitlyn settles her sopping cunt over him, and I roll over onto my stomach to get a better view. Briggs’s sack almost lands on my nose. “Get your face in there, twister. Stick your tongue in my ass.”

Fuck. He wants me to lick his asshole? I’ve licked Caitlyn’s before plenty of times, but this is different…

Stopping her bounces on his dick, Caitlyn snaps at me. “You heard him, Mason. Lick his ass like a good boy— Ouch!” She gasps as Briggs slaps her right cheek again, leaving a huge red handprint.

He eyes me, widening his muscular legs, while I aim my face for the deep cavern underneath his balls. Closing my eyes, I stick my tongue out and explore. There’s his taint. “Yes. Keep going,” he groans. Okay, okay. Um… it’s a bit hairy, but yeah. This is definitely a puckered hole. “Right there. Good boy. Fuck me with your tongue.”

Drawing it back in my mouth, I wet it, then plunge. Then do it again. I suck on it, using my lips and then use my fingers to help spread him wider until my nose is tucked between his cheeks while my girlfriend rides his dick. Briggs’s pants get louder, more forceful. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come, Mason. Wait, wait.” His hand gathers my black hair and pulls me back as he holds Caitlyn in the air, his ripped biceps flexing as he does. God, he could crush me with those arms.

“Be a good boy and clean her pussy off my dick.” Removing his hand from my head, he holds his dick out by the base, and now that I’ve sucked him a few times, I don’t hesitate. Maybe I don’t want to tell anyone, but I like sucking him off. And that reality sets in as I greedily take him to the back of my throat, tasting all of Caitlyn’s residue until it’s just his flavor left. “Goddamn. You’re such a fucking good boy. Mason, look at daddy.”

Popping his dick out of my mouth, I lean around my girlfriend’s hip and gaze into his big blue eyes. His thumb strokes across my jaw tenderly. “Such a good fucking boy.” Then, his hand slaps me gently on the cheek. “I’m gonna come in your girlfriend and you’re gonna eat it. Okay? What do you say?”

Kneeling before him, this bull of a man, I know what I want. That tightness in my belly? That racing of my pulse? I want to please him.

More than Caitlyn.

“Yes, daddy.”

He settles her back on his thick, hard cock and thrusts hard into her, and I go back to sucking on his balls. Humming a moan as I stroke myself, I almost come when Briggs says, “I think I’m going to knock her up, Mason. Get her pregnant and you can raise it. How about that? If I impregnate the bitch and you have to raise our spawn? Would you like that?”

Would I? Yes. Yes, I would. “Mmm-hmm,” I mumble, with his big sack filling my open mouth. If he says anything else, I’m going to erupt in my hand. This beast is fucking my girlfriend, threatening to give her what I want to, but also says that he would trust me enough to raise his child. And maybe his kid would be better than mine.

“Fuck, yeah. I think I’ll get her all fat and round for you, while you rub her feet and I’ll just keep fucking her. All you can do is jerk in your little hand. Suck my ass, Mason. Suck it like a good boy.” Swallowing, I dive in between his firm cheeks again, my tongue poking inside his tight hole. He groans, then spurts inside Caitlyn as she wails in ecstasy. Moving quickly, I place my open mouth at the ready to taste everything of his.

When Briggs lifts Caitlyn off him, his cum drizzles from her pussy and straight past my lips. As I get the first drop, I come so hard, my vision blackens. Ravaging her pussy, I lick every bit clean while grasping myself through the orgasm, my own stickiness covering my hands.

Flopping onto my back on the plush rug, I heave air in and out of my lungs, trying to catch my breath. Even when Caitlyn stands and puts her dress back on, almost stepping on my face, I don’t move. Briggs only slides his jeans back on but doesn’t button them. He grabs his beer and sips more, turning off the music, switching it to the TV. Caitlyn slips on her heels, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

I can’t even move. How are they able to? That was an amazing nut. While my dick softens in my hand, I worry about what to do with all the junk all over my abs.

Caitlyn’s long legs step over my torso and she tilts her head as she stares down at me. “Are you coming?”

“Mason’s chill. He can finish his beer,” Briggs mumbles while leaning around her to view some football game.

She crosses her arms and taps her foot next to my ear. “I’m leaving.”

Briggs puts on a little smile and bats his long lashes. “Bye.”

With a scoff, she lets her toes drag over my bare chest, then slams his front door.

“Hey, twister? You can use my bathroom through there.” With his blonde head, he nods toward the bedroom.

“Thanks.”

Even his towels are fancy. They have little tassels on the ends and a monogrammed BD in gold stitching. Grabbing one off the shelf, I clean myself up and look around for a place to pitch it, but end up just tossing it on the floor. After dressing, I head back out to the living room, where Briggs is relaxed with two more beers standing next to our old ones. His chest still shines with a sheen of sweat from our earlier activities.

“Got you a fresh one,” he says, popping the tops off and handing me a cold bottle. Double-fisting, I chug on both and take a seat next to him.

“What’s the ‘D’ stand for?”

His eyebrows raise as he tilts his head and mutters, “Huh?”

“On your towels.”

“Oh. Dawson.”

Dawson… “Like Dawson Veterinary Clinic?”

The muscles in his neck tighten with a swallow. “Yeah. That was my dad’s.”

“Does he not own it anymore?”

Shaking his head, he downs his beer, and I do the same to both of mine. “Nope.” As he stands up, he says, “I’ll get you another one.”

My head is feeling fuzzy from losing all my cum and the alcohol, but I nod. When he returns, he also brings in a tray of nuts, cheese, fruit, even salami. All on a fancy wooden slab with a little knife. “Dig in.”

“You’ve got things together,” I mumble, taking some crackers with brie. Damn. It’s so good.

“Kind of have to be. Been on my own since I was seventeen.”

Almost choking on my food, I ask, “Oh? Huh. What happened?”

“Ah, my dad died from a sudden heart attack. I got his inheritance, but his business partner stole the veterinary clinic. It’s why I’m in school. Going to learn business and take it back. Been investing the capital to buy it out from him.”

Looking around at all his furnishings, I wonder if he bought them or if everything was his father’s. “What about your mother?”

“Oh, she got ill when I was young, so I don’t see her.”

My brow furrows, wondering what kind of illness would keep a kid away from their mom, when he says, “Mentally ill. She’s not well. Lives in a facility for the most part with people like her. When she’s not home free by choice.”

“Sorry to hear that. My mom has a home and is mentally unwell, too.” Finally, I admit it out loud. Maybe a different kind from what his mom has, but part of me understands. “You didn’t want to be a vet?”

“I did, but it would be faster and more economical if I just ran the business aspects. Hire the right kinds of vets.” Gathering up our bottles, he asks again, “Do you want another?”

By now, I’m kinda feeling things. “I won’t be able to drive home.”

“Nah, you can stay here on the couch, if you want. I got extra blankets and stuff.”

After a few more beers, we’re laughing at cat videos on the internet. Wiping back tears, he scoots off the couch with a little stumble, then goes to a closet. His arms are heavy with blankets and pillows that he lays out for me.

As he settles some on the cushions, he glances at me. “Man, I’m fucking tired. Heading to bed. You okay? Need anything?”

“No, I’m good. Thanks, Briggs.” Maybe it’s how fucking wasted I am, but I stop him as he walks past his bedroom door frame. And even I don’t really know what I mean by the question, but I ask, “Do you like me?”

His broad back muscles twitch and he slowly pivots to face me. When he does, my stomach twists in a knot, wanting to stuff the words back in my mouth and swallow them. My breathing comes in halted pants in anticipation. With a pause and a clench of his jaw, he says, “Yeah, twister. I do. Goodnight.”