Suddenly, Michael leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. “That’s it. Just let us take care of you,” he whispered, his voice dark and throaty. I felt my breath hitch in response, the dual sensations overwhelming.
Just as the room filled with heat and tension, the door rattled, and my heart dropped. “Hey, what’s taking so long in there?” a familiar voice called from the hallway. I froze, the reality of the situation setting in, and panic coursed through my veins.
Kellin straightened abruptly, concern flickering in his eyes as he glanced toward the door. “Shit, we need to—”
“No! Don't stop” I interrupted. I shouldn’t want this to stop. This wasn’t just about physical desire. It was the liberation from my own suffocating thoughts.
“Then we won’t,” Michael promised firmly, and I could feel the weight of his words as if binding me in place.
Kellin exchanged a look with him, nodding slightly as though confirming a shared understanding. “Then let’s turn up the heat,” he said, teasing the line between restraint and abandon.
My heart raced as their intentions collided with my own desires, and I realized that I was no longer fighting them. I was choosing this. Whatever this was, I wanted it. The chaos of theoutside world, the uncertainty of my own thoughts, all of it faded as I surrendered to the moment—embracing the thrill of being caught in their storm.
And with that choice, something within me shifted, unlocking a door I had kept tightly shut for far too long. As Kellin dove back in, my breath came faster, and for the first time in ages, I allowed myself to feel something bigger than fear or uncertainty. I felt alive, and the world outside could wait.
His tongue slid in and out of me while his fingers thrusted slowly. Michael was kissing on my breasts, just enhancing the pleasure already turning me to mush. Then, as Kellin toyed with my clit and bit it playfully, all of a sudden both of their fingers were inside of me, working as far as they could so my back arched off the table again.
I could hardly find the words to articulate what I was feeling—a desperate intertwining of pleasure and heat that had consumed me entirely. The two of them worked in tandem, like a perfectly orchestrated dance made only for me. Every thrust of their fingers pushed me closer to the edge, and the world outside faded away completely, replaced by this electrifying intimacy.
“More… don’t stop,” I breathed, lacking the strength to form anything more coherent.
My hands were still bound, desperate to grasp onto them, to pull them in closer, but they were content to keep me at the precipice of ecstasy, to tease and push until I was trembling and writhing beneath them. Kellin shot me a wicked grin, clearly relishing my surrender.
“You asked for it,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, as his fingers danced with a dexterity that sent waves of pleasure surging through me.
I could feel Michael’s hot breath against my skin, the way his mouth explored every inch of my breasts, teasing my sensitive skin with exquisite, gentle bites and fervent kisses. I couldhardly breathe as they intensified their rhythm, leaving me teetering on the brink of bliss. I wanted to open my mouth and scream—tell them exactly how they were making me feel, how good they were, how I couldn't imagine letting this moment slip away. But instead, I let out a series of breathy moans, each one drenching the air in an intoxicating symphony of need.
“Let go, hermosa,” Michael murmured against my skin, lifting his head momentarily to gauge my reaction, and I could see the fire in his eyes. “That’s all it takes. Just let it all go.” The way he said it was so grounded, almost grounding, as if he were offering me the safe space I didn’t even know I needed.
With every movement, they took me higher, spiraling to a peak I could hardly comprehend. “I… I can’t—” I gasped, feeling the familiar knot of pressure tightening within me, aching to break free.
“Just let it happen. Trust us,” Kellin urged, a playful smirk still dancing on his lips, but there was a seriousness underlying his tone that made me want to obey.
And so I did. I let the tension build, allowing their relentless ministrations to wash over me like waves crashing against the shore. I surrendered completely, welcoming the storm brewing inside me until it felt as if every nerve in my body ignited simultaneously.
“Now,” he said, and all at once, I was tipping over the edge. My back arched once again, my body exploding into a feast of sensations as I fell into a dark, blissful abyss. I could feel every inch of myself unraveling, releasing all the pent-up energy I had stored away, until I was left breathless and quaking beneath their touch.
Kellin and Michael held me close, their hands never faltering as I rode out the blissful waves of my climax. They continued to guide me through the aftershocks, coaxing every last ounce of pleasure from my spent body. I was astounded at how utterlyboth of them had managed to sweep me away in this moment, turning a chaotic emotional storm into a sweet surrender, a fragile reminder of vulnerability made intoxicatingly fierce.jb
As the waves of satisfaction began to recede, I was left breathless, a dreamy haze floating in the air around us. I could hear Michael laughing softly, and my eyes fluttered open to find both of them watching me, expressions of wild, ecstatic triumph on their faces.
“That was some midnight snack,” Kellin said, his voice teasing but genuine, still basking in the aftermath of the pleasure we had shared.
“Yeah, definitely life-changing,” I mumbled back, my heart racing in my chest, each beat echoing the resonant core of connection that tethered us together. And maybe, just maybe, I realized I didn't mind being taken care of for once.
The chaos outside faded like a distant memory, and I found comfort in the warmth radiating from both of them, suddenly overwhelmed with an emotion I couldn’t quite name—something between surrender and gratitude, need and passion. The boundaries of this bizarre dance had blurred, and all I knew was the three of us, tangled in this beautiful mess, as we carved our own space in a world that had threatened to close us off.
And as I lay there, I couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead for us in a path riddled with uncertainty and yet tinged with exhilarating promise. I knew one thing that was set stone, and that was that I was going to get Gerald back for using me.
24
Buried alive
Gerald
The intention was never to vanish from my daughter’s life, but as the deadline got closer, the weight of reality grew heavier—too heavy. I found myself unable to face it. I believed she was better off without me. All I seemed to do was drag her down, or worse, place her in danger. The people I associated with played for keeps, and I couldn’t bear the thought of any harm coming to her. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.
I agreed to meet her in Salem at the church, a choice that wasn’t wise or safe. Deep down, I sensed she was up to something. If she was anything like me, I could predict her next move. However, with my experience in this line of work, I was ready for anything.
