Chapter 16
Lillianna
With all the kids gone, we go on all the rides again, this time enjoying them in a different way.
It’s almost time to leave, the park will be closing soon. But there’s one last thing I want to do first.
“Come on.” I grab both of their hands and pull them towards the haunted house.
“You sure you wanna do this?” Toby asks, a grin on his face. “You and haunted houses don’t have a great past.”
One time, a house on our block decked their house out hardcore for Halloween. They had money and spared nothing, getting all the good stuff.
So, yes, I was freaked out. Trust me, I had every right to be. It looked straight out of a horror movie.
“It was one time.” I roll my eyes.
“One time you screamed so loud you had our ears ringing and then almost passed out.” Bishop chuckles.
“And you almost pissed yourself,” Toby adds in amusement.
“That was because I needed to pee before going in, not because of the haunted house,” I mutter.
“Plus, you know how much I love scary movies. I love the adrenaline it gives me, the way it gets my heart pumping–not to mention the fact that I have you two to protect me.” I smile, batting my eyelashes at them.
“True. Bianca was a horrible haunted house buddy.” Bishop snorts. “She took off running and left you for dead.”
“Whatever,” I mutter. “Come on.”
I might not have been in this haunted house before, but I have been to the attached fun house. The guys and I would spend hours in there. Bishop’s older cousin used to work for the fairgrounds and even let us come during the off-season. We know every inch and hiding place there is to know.
We get in line and wait our turn. With each passing second, the wait has me more and more anxious, in a good way.
Bishop has his arm around my shoulder, with me tucked into his side, but I’ve refused to let Toby’s hand go.
He smiles down at me, and my heart flips as he tightens his hand around my fingers.
This small glimpse of what I have to look forward to when we can finally be together and out to the world has my heart racing far more than any haunted house.
“Single file, please. If you would like to go into the fun house afterward, you will exit through the door to your left, if you would like to leave, exit on the right.” The worker informs us before stepping to the side and letting us go.
Bishop stands in front, me in the middle, and Toby behind me.
Once we walk in, nerves start to take over. I’m on guard, ready for whatever is going to pop out at us.
“Is someone scared?” Toby whispers, his breath fanning against the back of my neck. I jump, a little yelp leaving me.
“Stop that!” I whisper-hiss.
He chuckles, making me shiver. “Don’t worry, baby, we got you.”
As we make our way through the haunted house, I’m ashamed to say I scream.. a lot. I nearly trip over my feet, and Toby has to catch me. I grab onto Bishop’s jacket and yank him back, nearly sacrificing him to one of the actors as I push him into them when a clown with a chainsaw comes out.
It’s easy to say I’m a safety risk for all involved.
And the whole time, the guys laugh at me like it’s the funniest thing in the world. Jerks. They’re supposed to be protecting me, not getting amusement out of my pain.
“Oh, thank god.” I let out a huff, my hand pressed to my pounding heart. “I made it out alive.”
“Just barely.” Bishop chuckles. “I can still hear the ringing in my ear.”
“Let’s get out of here,” Toby huffs in amusement. “Before someone else pops out and you scream... again.”
The guys head towards the exit, but I take a few steps back towards the fun house door.
Grinning, I push the door open and step inside. Peaking my head out, I say, “Actually, I think I want a little more fun tonight.” I grin. “Come catch me.”
Their brows shoot up before looking to one another. I take that as my chance to run.
Letting the door close, I take off.
Adrenaline pumps through my veins, a massive grin on my face as I run through the fun house. I duck and dodge, jumping over and around while shielding my eyes from the flashing lights.
I can hear them call out for me, but I don’t say anything, focused on finding the door.
“Shit,” I hiss. The House of Mirrors is not as easy to get through.
Looking over my shoulder, I see a glimpse of one of them getting close.
Feeling the mirrors, I find my way through, getting to the hidden door about halfway through. “Gotcha.” I laugh as I get up on my tiptoes, feeling for the latch, and pull it open. It’s here for workers to help if the kids get stuck or lost.
But as I step inside and let the door close behind me, I don't see anyone.
Good, because what I have planned for these guys doesn’t need an audience.
This is crazy. I’m crazy. But I’m also buzzing with excitement.
I know the guys won’t say no. And that’s what I’m counting on.
A few of the mirrors along the wall are one-way mirrors; I can see out, but they can’t see in.
Toby and Bishop step in front of the mirror, scaring me. I slap my hand over my mouth to smother my scream of surprise.
“She’s gotta be around here somewhere,” Toby mutters.
“Lilly!” Bishop shouts. “Where the hell did you go?!”
“Let’s keep going,” Toby says.
Disappointment fills me as the two of them keep walking through the mirror maze and out of my sight.
Not wanting to leave just yet, I stay where I am, watching, waiting, but nothing. Other people make their way through the maze, couples laughing and bumping their way along.
My shoulders slump, and I let out a breath.
“Gotcha!” a whisper sounds from behind me.
Spinning around, I open my mouth to scream, but Bishop’s hand covers it.
"Shh, il mio cuore. You don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?”
Heart practically bursting from my chest, I shake my head, swallowing hard.
“Good girl.”
He lowers his hand and steps forward, forcing me to take a step back until I’m hitting the one-way glass.
“We found you, baby, so what's our prize?” Toby asks, stepping up next to Bishop.
See, they think they’re about to do some nasty, dirty things to me back here. And even though my thighs clench at his words, I’m the one who’s in control here. I have a plan of my own, and it doesn’t include their cocks inside my pussy. That's what my mouth is for.
“Me.” I smile sweetly at them, then drop to my knees. “And my mouth.”
“Fucking hell, Lillypad. You wanna be our dirty girl?”
“Something like that.” I grin before grabbing both of their erections through their pants. They groan, hard under my touch, ready for me.
A burst of pride fills me that they’re already turned on, most likely by their own depraved fantasies, causing arousal to coat my panties.
“Go on, Baby Girl,” Toby murmurs, petting the side of my head as he looks down at me like he adores me. It makes my heart beat just a bit faster. “Be a good girl and make your men feel good.”
Biting my lip, I reach up and undo Toby’s zipper and pull his jeans down just enough to free his boxer-covered cock. Then do the same to Bishop.
Their breathing picks up as I run my hands up their erections. Both of them loom over me, each placing a hand on the glass to brace themselves. They use their free hand to play with my hair or skim their fingertips across my skin. I shiver at their touch, getting a groan from them as I squeeze their cocks through their boxers.
“You’re teasing us, il mio cuore . That's not very nice.” Bishop's growl is a low rumble in his chest.
“Sorry, Sir.” I bat my eyelashes at him, earning another masculine sound.
“Are we getting bratty-Lilly today?” Toby murmurs, giving a lock of my hair a tug.
“When do you not?” I smile, grabbing the band of their boxers and pulling down, freeing their cocks.
My eyes stop at their thick erections. A soft whimper slips free, and I clench my thighs together, an ache building inside.
I take a bit of time to appreciate their cocks. Both are long, have a good girth, and something about those veins has my mouth watering, eager to trace them with my tongue.
So I do. Needing to finally taste them, to know what they feel like with my mouth wrapped around them. I grasp Toby’s cock, giving it another squeeze as I stroke it.
Toby hisses, “Fuck.”
I’m not really sure what I’m doing, just going with my instincts and hoping I’m doing it right.
It’s hard to see his face in this dim lighting, at this angle, but I look up in his direction. I lift his cock up and lean forward, licking from the base of the underside of his shaft all the way up to his tip. His cock is warm and soft against my tongue.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck,” he breathes out.
Wrapping my lips around the head of his cock, I lick off the salty pre-cum up before gathering spit in my mouth and taking him all the way.
He grips my hair, cursing when I gag as he thrusts forward. “Shit, sorry,” he grunts, pulling back. “Your mouth just feels so fucking good.”
I pull back slowly before taking him again, loving the sounds of him slowly coming unhinged.
There's a tug at my hair, making me gasp as I’m being pulled off Toby’s cock.
Gasping for air, I wipe the spit off my mouth with the back of my hand and look up at Bishop.
“You haven’t forgotten about me, il mio cuore , have you?” Bishop asks huskily.
“No.” I shake my head.
“Good.” He grips my jaw, adding enough pressure to make my mouth open. “Now suck my cock like a good little whore.”
Oh fuck. Yeah, that's one way to ruin my panties.
Bishop leans forward, bringing the head of his cock to my lips. Wanting to please him, I move the rest of the way forward and take him into my mouth. “That’s a good fucking girl,” he groans.
Hollowing out my cheeks, I bob my head, taking him all the way to the back of my throat, gagging a little bit before pulling back.
Like I did with Toby, I work him over, getting a thrill with each sound he makes.
Not wanting Toby to be left out, I let go of Bishop’s cock with a pop before switching over to Toby’s.
“Look at you,” Bishop groans. “Taking your boyfriend's cock so well.”
I moan around Toby, quickening my pace.
“Fuck, she feels so good,” Toby grunts, thrusting his hips forward.
“Like fucking heaven,” Bishop agrees.
Their praise spark a fire inside me, wanting to please them more.
When Bishop thinks Toby has had enough of a turn, he pulls me off, replacing Toby’s cock with his own.
I’m no longer in control, and that's what I was hoping for.
Both of them take turns, switching back and forth, fucking my mouth until there’s spit running down my chin and tears streaming down my cheeks. I jerk one off while I suck the other.
“So fucking beautiful,” Toby murmurs, holding the back of my head as he keeps his cock buried down my throat. “I told you the only time I wanted to see you cry was with my cock down your throat.” I gag a little, swallowing around his cock, making him groan. “I keep my promises.”
He finally lets me up for air and I pull back, a panting mess as Bishop takes his turn.
“You like this, don’t you?” Bishop grunts, thrusting in. “You like that there’s people on the other side of this mirror that have no idea the dirty things you're doing to us. You're on your knees, sucking our cocks, and they’re none the wiser.”
Unable to take it anymore, I slip my free hand into my jeans, needing to relieve some of the pressure that’s making my clit throb.
“He asked you a question, baby.” Toby pets the side of my head.
I shiver and nod my head the best I can before gagging when Bishop hits the back of my throat.
“Good girl,” Bishop grunts.
“Now, play with the mess your cunt is making, Lilly. Make yourself cum as your boyfriends use you like their own little fuck toy.”
I moan a little too loudly and hope there’s no one in the maze right now.
They both chuckle, and I whimper as I slide my fingers over my soaked folds.
When my finger meets my clit, it’s like I’m not even myself.
It becomes a frenzy. I start to grind against my hand, the friction adding the perfect pressure against my clit.
Using the heel of my hand, I rub against it as I fuck myself with my fingers. I’m so damn wet it’s embarrassing.
The guys do as they said, using me as their toy.
My head is a hazy mess, my body thrumming with ecstasy. There are too many feelings, so much going on. I feel like I’m drunk or high. Either way, it’s like we’re in our own little euphoric bubble.
“I’m gonna cum,” Toby groans as my hand moves up and down on his cock while Bishop’s is in my mouth,
“You’re gonna be a good girl and take his cum, Lilly. Every fucking drop. Do you understand me?” Bishop commands.
“Yes,” I gasp when Bishop pulls me off his cock, a hand fisted in my hair as he guides me to Toby’s, shoving my head down and making me take him all the way.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Toby grunts, his hips working fast.
My lungs scream for air, but I don’t fucking care. I need him to cum, to taste him.
“I’m cumming!” is all the warning I get before I feel his cock throbbing against my tongue, a long, loud groan leaving him.
Thick ropes of cum shoot down my throat, and I do my best to swallow it down. There’s too much. I can’t take it all.
I start to cough. Toby pulls back, taking a trail of cum and spit with him.
“You did so fucking good, baby,” Toby pants out. “So good. I’m so fucking proud of you. God, you're so perfect. So fucking beautiful,” he says in euphoria as he cups my cheek. He uses his thumb to brush the cum that dripped from the corners of my mouth and pushes it between my lips.
He groans as I suck it clean.
I’ve completely forgotten about Bishop, but the second I remember, my eyes snap over to find him jerking off. The way his thick tattooed arm works his shaft has me grinding against my hand again.
I’m pretty close myself, my orgasm right in reach, but my mind is running wild. I can’t concentrate on getting myself there.
“Open up, Baby Girl,” Bishop demands. “Tongue out.”
Tilting my head back, I do as I’m told. Bishop grabs the back of my head and holds me still as he brings the tip of his cock to my tongue. “Fuck,” he groans, jerking himself harder, faster. “Look at you, so eager to please us. You're such a little cum slut, aren't you, baby? So fucking perfect. So ours.” He groans, hips jerking forward before a jet of cum spurts out and lands on my tongue. More follows, hitting my face and mouth, making a mess of me, but I fucking love it.
My hips work faster as I grind harder against my clit. I need this release, if I don’t get it, I very well might cry.
Pathetic whimpering sounds leave me as I desperately work myself towards my release.
“Keep going, baby,” Toby murmurs. “That's it. Make yourself cum. You’re doing so fucking good.”
Chest heaving, I swallow what's left of Bishop’s cum and lean forward, bracing my free hand on his thigh. They both murmur praises as I let my head hang, eyes closed, while I concentrate on my release.
It builds faster and faster, my core so damn hot it bursts into fucking flames.
My orgasm hits hard, and I turn my head to the side, biting down on my arm as I scream out my release, nails digging into Bishop's thigh.
“Shhhh,” Bishop soothes. “Such a good girl. You’re okay.”
Letting out a sob of relief, my shoulders slump, my head falling forward against his thighs.
They give me a moment to catch my breath, all of us needing one.
My body is humming with pleasure, the high of what just happened still burning bright.
Toby pulls me to my feet and pushes me up against the mirror. Both of them trap me between them.
I look up, eyes flicking between the two of them. They’re so fucking sexy, it’s inhuman. And these men are mine.
How the hell did that happen?
Bishop grabs my wrists and pulls it free from my pussy.
He leans back enough to bring my hand up in front of my face. He presses all the fingers down except the two that were inside me before parting them into a V. He looks over at Toby, a silent understanding between the two of them before they both lean forward, each wrapping their mouths around a finger and suck them clean.
My knees buckle at the sight, and a whole new fire burns to life. These men are unhealthily sinful. Almost a little too much for me to handle.
Who am I kidding, I fucking loved every moment of that and want more. So much more.
They lean in, both kissing the side of my face. I sigh, eyes closing.
“I love you, Lilly,” Toby murmurs against my cheek.
“I love you too,” I whisper back, still out of breath.
“I love you, il mio cuore .” Bishop kisses along the shell of my ear, making me gasp.
“I love you too,” I whimper.
I’m still aroused, wanting so much more. But I know we’ve already spent enough time here, and we can’t risk getting caught.
They continue to pepper me with kisses, whispering sweet things like how amazing I am. How they don’t deserve me, how they’re never going to let me go.
With my eyes closed, I smile, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.
I’m almost afraid to leave this fun house and pop this perfect little bubble.