Chapter 39 #2
Without giving me a chance to react, Carter gripped my waist and lifted me off the ground—and my mouth off someone’s cock—and the next thing I knew, I was face-to-face with another black metallic skull mask as I was passed off.
Heath—maybe, based on the careful way he braced his back against the tree trunk—gripped my thighs and slid home inside my pussy with a low moan.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on as best I could with the rough tree trunk at his back.
Right when I thought this position wasn’t possibly going to work, another pair of hands planted on my hips and the brush of fabric alerted me that the fourth and final player had joined the fun.
Unless it was Royce or Carter again…but no, a glance to the side told me Royce was still filming with his robe open and his dick still out and proud.
I had to assume the robed, masked figure slightly behind him was Carter…
which meant I was playing with Heath and Nate.
That was new, and I was quietly thrilled Nate was participating in team sports.
Especially when he shifted one of those hands from my hip to tease at the slippery mess between my cheeks. It made sense now, though how they’d managed to coordinate without talking was a goddamn mystery.
It was a mystery for another day, though, because those teasing fingers were firm as he made his intentions crystal-clear.
“Yes,” I moaned, giving permission while my cunt clenched tight around Heath’s cock.
Or was that Nate, and Heath was about to fuck my ass?
It was so confusing because neither of them were particularly rough in bed like Carter and Royce, but I also didn’t know that either of them would be cool using another guy’s cum as lube for anal.
And yet. Here we were.
“Holy fuck,” I gasped as his fingers swapped for a much thicker appendage.
The prep had been minimal, and my pussy was already full, so the burn was intense as he grabbed my hips and pushed deep.
Every fiber of me wanted to scream that it was too much, that it wouldn’t fit , but I knew better.
Mind over matter and all that, and my mind was made up.
Almost as soon as I had that thought, I spontaneously climaxed without any real warning.
Of course I’d been close since the moment we’d started this game, but I’d been almost subconsciously holding out, making them work for it.
Apparently, the concentration it was taking to let them both inside was all it took to break my control, and I gushed between them.
That only spurred them on, and before my orgasm even finished, the two of them were fucking me hard and fast, suspended between the two of them and utterly helpless.
I almost forgot Royce was filming until the light of his camera flashed across my eyes, and then all of a sudden, the realization that this was being recorded sent me spiraling into another climax.
It was almost laughable how hard I came with the combination of double dicking and my own filthy thoughts…
and I still wasn’t totally sure who was who in this game.
No one was speaking. It was equally infuriating and sexy as hell because there was a heavy dose of anxiety threaded into every delicious touch.
I was placing my trust in Royce that he was confident it was my guys and not some random players in masks.
Surely not. I knew my guys’ touches, and every single caress was familiar. Safe. Deliciously arousing.
Still, glancing around the four of them—or three, since I couldn’t see the guy behind me—in their anonymous skull masks and robes…there was definitely some fear. Maybe residual adrenaline from thinking I’d been running for my life so recently.
Heath and Nate—I was pretty sure—handled me with care as they pumped in and out of my body with heavy breathing muffled by masks. Royce filmed. Carter watched. It was a core memory, for sure.
“You two gonna finish?” Royce asked after a short while, already fisting his hard cock with his free hand. “I need more.”
Whoever was in front—my solid guess was on Nate, simply for the fact that he wouldn’t be cool fucking me with Carter’s cum as lube—groaned and jerked, like that question had tipped him over the edge.
Warmth spread between us, betraying his climax, and Heath’s thrusts in my ass picked up speed and depth.
Whimpers and breathless moans escaped me, harmonizing the gasping breathing from behind their masks, and when he came a minute later, I found myself joining him with another orgasm. At this rate, I wasn’t going to be able to walk back to the house and might need fluids on IV.
“Put her down,” Royce demanded in that don’t question me kind of voice that sent delicious tingles all over my skin.
My head was swimming so damn hard, I barely even registered the movements as the guys lowered me back to the ground, then Royce grabbed the back of my neck in a rough grip as he forced me back to my knees.
“The way I am tempted to put you on all fours and fuck your ass right now, Squirrel…” he murmured with a voice like dark obsession. “But your eyes are all glassy, and I worry you’re gonna pass out if I make you come again.”
I wet my lips, finding my voice…sort of. “Who says I’d come again?”
He tossed his head back with a sharp laugh, then grabbed my chin between his fingers and shoved his dick back between my lips with absolutely zero fear of being bitten. Brave of him. He was fucking lucky I loved him…and that I was into this little game right now.
But at the same time, he was one hundred percent right about me possibly passing out. Even as I went to work sucking his dick again, working his shaft with my hand like I had something to prove, my head was spinning something wicked.
Thankfully, he was relatively quick, doing most of the work as he gripped my hair and fucked my mouth, then finished so suddenly I almost choked for real before remembering to swallow.
He released my hair almost instantly, sinking down to his knees in front of me and tossing his mask aside to claim my mouth in a hard kiss. “Fuck, I love you,” he whispered against my lips.
I would have returned the sentiment, but I was also pretty sure I was blacking out. My vision spotted, and the ground rushed up on me fast before a strong pair of arms scooped me into a warm embrace.
“I’ve got you, Duckling,” Nate murmured in my ear, and my whole fucking body relaxed.
Despite the fear and kink…I was safe .