Chapter 39
ASHLEY
Mom: Great news about Jocelyn being caught! Max and I might stay on here with your dad for a little longer. Unless you and Nate need us to come home sooner? Love you, Ash!
O ne thing that frustrated me more than anything was crying when I didn’t want to cry.
Then it made me even more emotional, and I cried harder because I was crying.
Which was how I found myself curled up in Royce’s arms and sobbing into his chest while he petted my hair and said nice things.
He’d unclipped my laser vest at some stage, which I was grateful for.
It was hard to snuggle someone with plastic receiver plates all over you.
“I’m sorry, Squirrel. I really thought you knew it was me,” he insisted, unable to hide the amusement in his voice. “I called out to you like five times. Didn’t you hear?”
I shook my head against his chest, using his robe to dry my face. “No…” Because all I’d been able to hear was my own panicked breathing and the static rush of pounding blood through my head.
His slightly unhinged laugh was infectious, and I found myself smiling through the tears. “Aw, baby, I’m sorry. I thought we were doing a kink thing, like you wanted me to catch you and…”
“And what?” I sniffled, raising my face from his chest to meet his eyes. He’d tipped his mask up to rest on the top of his head, so there was nothing disguising the mischief in his green gaze. “Oh. Ohhh … Out here?”
He shrugged, lips curling up in a sly grin. “Why not?”
“What if someone sees us?” I frowned, not against the idea but also not fully on board, largely due to how goddamn terrified I’d been only a few minutes ago.
Royce just grinned and lowered his mask over his face. “Who will they see?”
My jaw dropped, and a rush of excitement ran through me so hard, my face heated. “You want to…I mean…it’s not something I’d ever put on my sexual bucket list, but I’m also not going to pretend the idea doesn’t turn me on a little bit.”
“A little bit?” he asked from beneath the mask, gripping my waist and shifting our position until my knees met the dirt on either side of his hips. “I don’t believe you, Squirrel.”
I made no effort to stop him as he gathered up my robe fabric and found the waistband of my yoga pants. I’d dressed sensibly for running through the woods for once, but the moment his hand slid into my pants, he groaned.
“Okay,” I admitted, breathless again for a whole different reason. “More than a little bit.”
Fumbling with the front of his robe, I located the Velcro closures and tore them open, so I could access his sweatpants. He was already hot and hard, and his hips rocked up to meet my grip when I tugged his pants down.
“Fuck,” he exclaimed as I got a firm handhold. With a small grunt, he removed his hand from my pants and pulled his phone from his pocket.
“What are you doing?” I murmured with curiosity as I pumped my hand down his length and shifted my knee position to give me better access. Tears still sat wet on my face, but I wanted nothing more than to choke on Royce’s pierced dick.
He inhaled sharply as I licked his tip, his masked face hiding all other reactions. “I was dropping a pin in the group chat,” he replied, a little breathless himself, “but now I’m wondering if you’d be okay being filmed…”
My eyebrows raised in surprise, but the way my pussy throbbed and heated said I was more than okay with it. “Go on, then.”
“S-seriously?” he spluttered in shock, but I was already wrapping my lips around his tip so he needed to make up his own mind whether to go through with his teasing offer.
A moment later, the flashlight on his phone lit up the darkness, and I closed my eyes to save my vision while I went to work.
His free hand threaded into my hair, urging me to take his cock deeper in my mouth while he groaned.
Knowing he was filming, that he’d probably be watching it back again later, gave me a touch of performance anxiety.
And by that, I mean I put even more effort than usual into sucking his cock, really paying attention to each and every one of those piercings in the underside of his shaft.
The scuff of footsteps alerted me to the fact we weren’t alone just a moment before Royce’s fingers tightened in my hair.
“Don’t stop,” he ordered me in a rough voice. “We have company.” His lack of freak-out told me it was one of the guys and not a total stranger, so that was a small relief.
Whatever silent communication passed between them meant whoever had just joined us said nothing to give away his identity. Why… why did that make me squirm with anticipation so fucking hard?
A moment later, my black robe was flipped up and big hands gripped my hips, thumbs hooking into the stretchy waistband of my leggings. When he began peeling the fabric down, my belly fluttered with excitement. It could be any one of the other three guys—would I be able to guess?
Royce’s hand applied pressure to the back of my head, reminding me what I was supposed to be focusing on. Meanwhile, our new participant carefully removed my leggings and panties entirely, then gripped my ass cheeks with both hands, squeezing in a way that made me moan.
“Shit, Squirrel,” Royce gasped, his voice muffled somewhat by his mask. “You do that so fucking well. It’s taking everything in my power not to blow already. Take a breath, babe.” He tugged my hair, lifting my mouth off his dick with a wet pop.
My breathing rough, I licked my lips and opened my eyes halfway, despite the bright light of his phone.
I wanted that footage to be worth banking for later, so it encouraged me to play up a little…
except right then was when our third player buried his face between my legs and thrust his tongue into my cunt. At least he’d taken his mask off?
“Oh my god,” I whimpered as he fucked me with his tongue, making me rock against his face with my bare knees biting into the dirt.
The camera light shifted away from my face, leaving me blinking into the darkness for a moment as Royce leaned forward in a crunch. Fuck it, his dick was right there within licking distance, so I grasped his base and did just that.
A breathy laugh escaped him, and he sat back again as I closed my eyes to the brightness right as the mouth left my cunt.
Cool air across my wetness made me shiver, but before I could really react, a hot, thick cock tip notched into my core.
Those hands on my butt cheeks flexed, fingers biting deep and pulling me back onto the anonymous dick.
“Fuck,” Royce moaned as I hummed around his cock. “You like that, don’t you? Not knowing who is fucking you right now. Not knowing if anyone else is watching or ready to join in? Dirty, dirty little Squirrel…”
He was only speaking the truth, and I agreed in whimpers and moans as I desperately rocked backwards to take that mystery dick even deeper.
He was thick, but shit, all my guys were blessed in that department.
Without the clue of piercings, I was somewhat at a loss…
except for the way those hands gripped my ass. I was putting my money on Carter.
A moment later, he delivered an open-palm smack to my butt and that pretty much confirmed it for me. Carter was the one who most enjoyed smacking my ass to the point it fucking glowed and definitely didn’t hold back like Heath or Nate might.
“Holy shit, babe, that feels so good,” Royce moaned as Carter—I was pretty sure—started to fuck me harder, making my whole body rock.
I had to fight to keep my balance and not accidentally catch my teeth on Royce’s dick piercings, so I was a little relieved when Royce tugged my hair a moment later.
“I’m going to come,” he told me in a rough voice. “Open your mouth, tongue out.”
I obeyed his command, keeping my eyes closed against the light of his phone as he grunted, moaned, and exploded his cum all over my tongue and into my mouth. I stayed like that for a moment, knowing he was catching it on camera, then very deliberately swallowed and licked the mess from my lips.
“Fuck,” he gasped again. “That was seriously hot.”
The light shifted away from my face, and I blinked my eyes open just far enough to get a full visual of him with his mask firmly in place and the hood up as he filmed Carter fucking me from behind with rapidly increasing ferocity.
Another smack on my butt made me yelp and jerk, but he wasn’t letting me get away as he pounded into my cunt harder than ever.
“Bro,” Royce murmured, affectionately stroking my face with his spare hand while I got railed, “pull out before you come.”
Huh? Why?
A husky laugh answered his suggestion, but I didn’t get a chance to panic over what they were planning because a third robed figure shifted closer and prodded Royce’s shoulder.
“Shit, okay,” he huffed, helping me to shift my weight onto my knees, sitting up straighter so he could move out from his position.
That left me with my back against maybe-Carter’s chest and my eyes level with someone else’s hard shaft.
I wasn’t exactly naive with what we were doing here, so I eagerly opened my mouth wide and tried not to gag when the new participant thrust into my throat without any hesitation.
Holy hell .
For a couple of minutes, Carter seemed satisfied with shallow thrusts while I worked on sucking this new dick, then all of a sudden, he had a handful of my hair for grip as his rhythm intensified and then pulled out of my cunt entirely.
Had my mouth not been thoroughly full, I’d have let out a sound of protest but a moment later, the hot stream of his climax hit me right in the crack of my ass. There was no nicer way to describe it, but that’s where it landed.