Chapter 16
OLI
The lights in the maze made everything an underwater dream, and whether it was sweet or a night terror had yet to be determined. At some point, I’d slipped past KC deeper into the maze, but he didn’t seem like he was interested in hiding.
No, KC wanted to get caught.
I was pretty sure he was too shy in the bedroom to run me down and fuck me.
Ren wasn’t getting me without a fight, though.
My shoulders tensed as I came to a cross point in the maze. I could go left or right. I chose left and ran for about fifteen feet before I came to a dead end with a sex swing suspended in front of the wall.
“Fuck!” Frustration pounded in my head along with my pulse as I tore back in the direction I’d come.
I noticed an opening I’d walked past in the weird, pulsing lighting and took it.
I passed a group of three people, two women and a man, who were all wearing green wristbands.
If the man was gay and a woman caught him, what would he do?
Safe word, maybe? That made sense. I didn’t stop to ask, though, just kept moving off to the right.
I came to another choice—left or right?—and noticed one of the refs lurking nearby along a wall. He must’ve realized I was staring at him because he moved closer and smiled. He probably looked nice enough, normally, but the lights made him appear sinister.
“Better run,” he said.
“To where? I can’t find a way out! How do I win?”
The ref laughed. “The only way out is the entrance. I suppose if you think getting out of the maze is winning, then you have to pass your hunter without being seen.”
“Damn it,” I snapped as adrenaline bubbled and popped in my veins. I felt like I could leap over the maze walls.
“In my opinion, getting out isn’t winning. Sinking my cock in a hot ass is the real prize.” He winked. “If you really want to stop, use your safe word, and I’ll escort you out.”
I shook my head.
“Then run!”
“Jesus Christ.” Delight—or maybe terror—skittered along my spine.
The maze was like being trapped without actually being restrained.
I was caught in Ren’s web. I couldn’t go anywhere except Ren’s arms, not really.
My breath stuttered, and as I started to run, my cock ached in my jeans.
I was so fucking hard. The second the game had begun, a spark had been lit in my belly, but it had blazed into a roaring bonfire.
I passed a few more people and hit another dead end.
This time there was a wooden park bench and a light that reminded me of an old streetlamp swinging directly over it.
The bulb was red, which made the floor seem to tilt as it clashed with the strobe lights already firing off at regular intervals.
I shook my head as I stared at it. I backtracked, feeling very, very lost, and passed a man in a green mask fucking a woman on her hands and knees on the floor.
My face heated and my cock pulsed.
Women might not be my thing, but he had his hand around her throat and clearly wasn’t letting her go until he nutted. I rubbed my trapped dick as I forced my fumbling feet to keep moving.
Heavy footsteps pounded on the floor behind me. When I glanced back, all I could make out were broad shoulders. The man was wearing a green mask, so he couldn’t be Ren, but he cocked his head and sprinted toward me anyway.
My heart leaped and I ran down a long corridor, my shoes loud on the wooden floor. I could hear him closing in on me.
“Shit, shit, shit. Safe word. What is it?” My brain wouldn’t cough it up.
He snatched my wrist, but before I could pull it away, he dropped me. He jogged past me, and I felt kind of dumb. My heart was still hammering in my ears. He must’ve been checking my wristband to see if I was free to play with him.
Part of me was still expecting him to turn back, but he didn’t.
I hustled after him because I hadn’t been that direction yet. It felt weirdly like I was chasing him. I barreled around the corner, still stuck on what had happened to me a minute ago, and strong arms closed around me.
A yelp flew out of my mouth and I struggled, throwing an elbow as hard as I could.
“Shoot. Ouch!” The familiar scent of KC’s woodsy cologne tickled my nose. As soon as it hit me that this was KC holding me, and apparently, he’d turned traitor and was working with Ren, I struggled harder.
“Oli, it’s me!”
I stomped his sneaky foot.
“Damn it.” There was amusement in his tone. He clamped his hands on my arms and spun me around. Ren’s mask made my heart race triple time because I’d already had someone try to catch me while wearing one. Ren slid his hands down to my wrists.
“Motorcycle,” he growled.
My head went light.
“Oliver? Your code word. What is it?” He squeezed my wrists so tight I could barely think around the sweet burst of pain. I struggled against him so he would grip me harder. My cock pulsed and I tried to thrust, but I wasn’t close enough to Ren to rub off on him.
KC kissed below my ear, and I almost swooned as heat rushed from that spot out to burn in my cheeks.
“Oliver.” Ren turned my name into a filthy curse. “Your code?”
“Oh! Right. K-kitten.” I melted back against KC’s chest.
“Fucking fuck.” Ren released one of my wrists to shove up his mask.
The part of my instincts devoted to fleeing were blaring in my body—Go!
Go! Go! I clawed at his hand around my other wrist, but he grabbed my forearm and brutalized me with his mouth.
His five-o’clock shadow scraped against my lips and blasted off a shiver that prickled across my skin.
He fucked his tongue deep into my mouth.
I had no real choice except to let him tongue fuck me.
When he pulled back, I nipped his bottom lip.
A low, guttural sound rumbled between us and he clamped his teeth on my bottom lip. A bright bolt of pain forked electricity through my cock, forcing drops of precum to leak into my boxers. I fought against KC’s and Ren’s grip, not truly certain if I wanted more or to escape.
One thing was for sure, this was rough. And the part of me that could still think was over the moon that Ren had gotten over whatever weirdness had been making him act so gentle.
He’d been too restrained again after pinning me against Shakira, but now I had him ravaging me, taking whatever he wanted.
I loved it.
He used his body to bounce me back against KC, then pinned me between them. My head rushed again, and I yanked violently against his grip on my hands, moaning when I realized KC’s cock was poking my back and Ren’s was digging in against my abs.
KC slid his hands down, a gentle tease compared to Ren’s. He traced my hip bones, then yanked me back and ground his cock against me. Fuck, they were both so fucking ready to coat me in cum.
All for me.
Ren yanked me forward, then shoved me to my knees so hard they hurt when they blasted against the floor, but I barely registered the pain as something unpleasant because I was flying high.
He dragged KC around in front of me, then stared down at me while he unzipped KC’s jeans and pulled out his hard cock.
With the lights flashing, his hard-on emerged like a video on fast-forward.
Nothing, then a big juicy cock waving in my face.
I could barely stay still and my dick was struggling to break free of my pants. Ren shifted to our side and grabbed the back of my neck. The second his fingers clamped on my muscles, I melted into putty.
“Ren,” I moaned.
“Open your cock-sucking mouth.” His words were clipped orders.
I trembled as delight zipped through me and my lips parted.
He forced me forward, but I wasn’t about to make this easy. It was clear he wanted me to suck KC’s dick, but I didn’t dart after it, simply went where he directed me, so that I ended up with KC’s cock bouncing off my cheek.
“Oh, this is how you want to play it, Kitten?”
I glared at him out of the corner of my eye.
“Fine.” He carefully cradled KC’s cock and gently placed the tip between my lips, then slapped KC’s ass so hard it sounded like a clap of thunder.
KC’s breath hitched as he rocked, choking me in seconds while he battered the back of my throat. Ren moved me, slamming me forward to pummel my throat against KC’s cockhead. The dull pain was so sexual that pleasure spiraled in my groin. I gasped as tension thumped in the base of my cock.
“I can see it on your face, Kitten. You love it. If you drop that cock, you don’t get to come.” Ren moved, and I wasn’t completely sure what he was doing as he disappeared out of my line of sight.
“Oli, you’re so perfect,” KC muttered feverishly. His hips barely rocked. His careful thrusting wasn’t quite what I wanted, so I braced my hands on his thighs and dove forward, stabbing my throat with his dick.
KC tipped his head back and shouted, and Ren’s husky chuckle sounded downright evil.
He shoved down KC’s jeans as I continued to batter my own throat, but then I hit a different angle and his dick slid down, cutting off my air, which left my body spasming.
Adrenaline bloomed like tiny flowers bursting to life in my chest.
“Perfect. Suck it. Hell,” KC sobbed out, rolling his hips. Occasionally, a pop of oxygen hit my lungs and my head spun.
Ren’s jeans fell to his knees and he stepped in close behind KC.
I knew what was about to happen before KC scrabbled at my shoulders.
But then one of Ren’s hands landed on KC’s hip, jerking him backward.
I had to lunge to keep him in my mouth. Ren’s fingers curled in my hair and he held me still as he fucked KC, spearing KC’s cock down my throat.
It hurt, but I didn’t mind. I tried to open my jeans, but with everything happening, I was forced to anchor my hands on the sides of KC’s thighs. I attempted to keep still enough that he was fucking my throat rather than me chasing his dick.
My sense of time disintegrated.
Oxygen grew scarce and Ren hammered KC’s ass. A needy pulsing puddle of pure fire settled in my gut. I clenched my asscheeks as tension twisted higher and higher inside me. My thighs quaked and ached.
“Oli! Oh fuck, Ren.” KC shook his head like he couldn’t take much more of what was happening.
The pain disappeared and I was skimming the clouds. My vision began to gray out as KC shouted and his cock swelled and stiffened in my throat, no doubt filling my stomach with jizz. Black spots were bursting in front of my eyes when he pulled out.
Ren shoved KC to his knees and fucked him with the precision of a machine, a grimace on his face as he chased his moment.
Oxygen, pure and life giving, rushed into my lungs. I fell forward and my palms tingled as my vision brightened impossibly. I slid to the floor and curled on my side as that puddle of heat flooded every inch of my body.
The cruel tension that had been holding my cock hostage snapped.
Pleasure shredded me, and I pumped load after load of cum into my boxers while I twitched on the floor and my blood roared in my ears.
“Fuck!” Ren snarled, then forced his groin flush to KC’s asscheeks while his eyelids fluttered. His body went rigid. A sympathetic wash of heat cascaded through me because, without a doubt, he was filling a condom in KC’s ass.
Ren slumped, covering KC’s body for a second, then slid to the side to thump onto the floor.
The strobe lights glinted on the new ring on my finger.
The reminder of how Ren had claimed KC and me earlier was enough to get me moving.
I peeled the condom off Ren. He seemed dazed, and I was still skimming those clouds, touching them with the tips of my fingers. Every part of me was glowing with joy.
Shrugging, I stuffed the condom in my pocket, then tugged up Ren’s pants. That must’ve been enough to wake him up because he zipped and buckled. Together we tackled KC’s jeans.
When we were all dressed, we stood in a shaking circle with our arms around each other, sharing long looks.
KC grinned. I started giggling, then Ren smirked.
A man with a violet wristband approached us. “Do you need an escort out of the maze?”
“No,” I said, and Ren shot me a surprised glance. “We’re never lost when we’re together.” Who knew all it would take to make me an optimist was almost passing out from cock?