Chapter 24
Taven
Gently, I ran my fingers beneath Keith’s t-shirt, feeling the fine lines of his abs as he pressed my body against the wall of the gift shop. He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine. I kissed him back, slowly, my actions filled with desire.
“Get a room you two!”
Keith pulled away and turned his head toward Zane. He rolled his eyes. “What do you want, fucker?”
Zane shot us a confused look. “I thought I was on babysitting duty.”
“No, it’s Taven’s turn. I’m just getting him prepared for when she jumps his bones.”
Zane rubbed his chin. “Does she know about you two?”
I shook my head, and Keith answered, “Not yet. But I was thinking about showing her tonight. I wanna see how she feels about fucking two bi guys.”
“All right, well, I guess I’m gonna head out then. I have something I was working on anyway.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What do you have going on?”
“I’m looking into something. Could be nothing; could be something. I’ll let you know if I find anything worth sharing.” With that, he walked towards the gate.
Keith turned to me, running his hand along my face before kissing me.
“I love you,” I whispered.
He grinned. “I love you, too, baby.” Pressing his forehead against mine, he slapped a mischievous grin on his face. “Now, get in there and have some fun. Use the swing; I want to fuck her at the same time.”
“Why don’t you come in with me?”
His grin was excited. “Because I have a feeling her sex life is vanilla as fuck, and I don’t want to overwhelm her. You warm her up, and I’ll show up in about fifteen.” He kissed me softly again and strolled towards the funhouse.
Hesitantly, I looked at the locked door. Keith planned on telling Quinn about us... There had only been two times since our relationship became official that outing ourselves had ever worked out in our favor. Women loved to fetishize us. They got all hot and bothered while reading a book where the hero was bisexual or flat-out gay. Some even watched gay or bi porn, but when faced with the real thing, most wanted nothing to do with it. I couldn’t count the number of times women flaked the moment they found out. Plenty of them told me they just couldn’t see me the same after knowing I had been with a man. Many claimed it was a “preference,” though I couldn’t understand how. Bisexuality wasn’t something a person could see, like blond hair or tanned skin. A person didn’t even know it existed without being told. It was biphobia, but women called it a preference to hide their inner disgust.
I shook my head. Why did I care? If we could pull this off, Quinn would never see us again. She already knew we were killers, who the fuck cared if she found out that I loved it when Keith tied me up? A loud moan rattled through the room the moment I stepped through the doorway. Quinn was tied up on one of Keith’s mounts, her legs spread and body shaking.
“Good afternoon, Cupcake,” I sang, hanging my cut on the door handle.
“Get this thing off me!”
I tucked my hand under my chin and gave her a once-over like I was observing a piece of art. I grabbed a chair from the corner and slid it under the sex swing. She was moaning again, and my cock twitched at the sound. Licking my lips, I pulled off my t-shirt and caressed her ass and dripping cunt.
My cock throbbed with every slight moan and twitch. I gripped my shaft, giving it a gentle stroke before taking it out and slapping it on her back. My fingernails ran over her flesh, making her hiss as little red scratches marked her pale flesh. I was at my limit. Whether she wanted it or not, she was going to get it. Gripping her hips, I slid inside, shivering at the warmth that engulfed my throbbing cock. She let out a little squeak as I thrust harder. I could feel the need to cum churning in my belly, so I pulled out. Not yet.
I unstrapped the Velcro that held her to the mount, untied her wrists, and released her ankles. As she stood on shaky legs, she turned to me and reached for the toy that still vibrated against her clit. I slapped her hand away. “No, no, Cupcake.”
Her eye twitched, and her teeth clenched as her body shook slightly. She staggered to the swing and took a seat. No instruction needed.
I grinned. “Good girl,” I murmured, strapping her limbs into the swing. A moan flowed from her lips, and her head thrashed.
I dropped my pants and took a seat under her, only to groan in frustration when I realized she was too high up. Getting to my feet, I lowered the swing until her ass was nearly planted in the chair. Sliding back into position, I lifted her body up and gently pulled the plug from her anus. Her body shuddered. Gripping her ass, I groaned again when I realized I had forgotten the lube lying on the floor next to Keith’s mount. Snatching it up, I coated my shaft in the gooey substance. When my dick was good and wet, I lifted her up and then slid her onto my shaft.
Her breath caught, and her muscles clenched around my length. My toes curled a bit as I slid her down further. An ass wasn’t like a pussy. A person couldn’t go into it full force without hurting their partner. I had to take my time and let her get used to the sensation. Obviously, women don’t have a prostate. So, do they get any pleasure from anal sex at all, or do they do it simply to please the man?
After a few gentle thrusts, she began to relax, and a moan rose from her throat. When her ass slid to the base of my cock, I kept her there for a moment as I reached around and fondled her breasts, wishing I could suck on them as we fucked.
On the brink of cumming, I heard the door creek open, and Keith walked in with a sexy, sly smile plastered on his face. Sliding his cut off, he hung it over mine. For a moment, he only watched us, rubbing a thumb over his lip. I had no idea why he had that habit, but I loved it.
“Lean her back,” he ordered as he reached down his pants.
I did, and he stood in front of us, looking down at Quinn. He gripped her chin. “You gonna let us both fuck you tonight?”