Tap.
Tap.
“That!” I exclaim, trying to get up from the ground, when I feel pressure at my wrist, driving me back down to the dirt-covered earth.
“Where do you think you are going?” Cillian growls, pulling down to where they lay, shutting my worried mouth with a kiss.
I feel Paxton kneel behind me, with his erection pressing against my backside. “We aren’t done with you yet.”
8
Cillian
The intense needI have to be inside her only amplifies the longer I press her pillowy lips against mine. There was no fucking way we were going to let her out of here without coming at least one more time, and since Paxton is just as much of a fiend for her as I am, he followed my lead as I yanked her down to the ground with me.
But if I know Lola, which I do, whatever she thinks she heard is making her mind run wild. I swear I can feel the conflict in her kiss, torn between surrendering herself to the pleasure that awaits her and exploring more of this possessed land.
She removes her lips from mine, sitting upright. With her thighs still straddling me, her warm, exposed slit dampens my torso, causing my cock to throb, aching to be buried inside her.
“Lo, baby, what is it?” I ask.
“You didn’t hear that?” she questions, surprised by my reaction. Before I can ask what she heard, I feel her ass jiggle as she excitedly jolts forward. “That! Tell me you don’t hear that fucking tapping!?” she exclaims. “It sounds like someone is knocking,” she adds in a weary tone.
I turn my head to the side to see what she is talking about. Not like it would make a difference. I hear nothing and can’t see a damn thing; the tunnel is too dark.
“I don’t hear anything,” I begin, feeling her body tense. “No one is here but us, Lo,” I say, trying to reassure her, but she remains rigid. I can feel the apprehension creeping in, trying to kill the mood. Over my fucking dead body, will I allow that to happen.
“But—” her voice cracks slightly, and Paxton swoops in before she can even finish her sentence. Thank fuck.
“Shh,” he interrupts, dragging out his exaggerated shush. “I promise you, no one is here but the three of us,” he mutters in a soothing tone.
I reach up, feeling in the dark for her hands. Grasping air for a few seconds, I finally brush up against her fingers. Weaving my fingertips with hers, the palm that grazes mine is clammy and cold.
“Lola, nothing is there,” I try to reassure her, but as I move my hands to her chest, I feel her heart feverishly pounding.
My face contorts in confusion as to what the fuck has her so scared because, aside from our combined breaths echoing as if we are lodged in a chamber of carnal desire, I hear nothing. Just as I am about to say something else to soothe her, she lets out a gasp. Relief consumes me when I realize it is not out of fear but in reaction to where Paxton has reached over and stationed his hand at her clit.
“That’s it,Morta, relax,” he encourages her.
I drop my hands from hers and feel her supple breasts bouncing from the friction of Paxton working her center. I can feel the rigidness in her body melt under his touch.
“Now, why don’t you be a good girl and sit on Cillian’s thick cock that’s begging to be inside you,” Paxton says, transferring his now slick digits from her clit to my ready cock. Fisting my length into his palm, he works it up and down my shaft before guiding Lola onto it.
Her warm, tight pussy walls begin to accommodate my size. “Fuck, Cillian,” she moans.
“That’s our good fucking slut,” Pax growls. “You like how he stretches that tight pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps.
A unified pant escapes my and Lola’s mouths as my hands move to her midsection with her back-and-forth motions on my cock.
“Focus on us, Lo,” I instruct her. “That’s it. That’s a good girl, ride my fucking dick,” I praise. Her walls clamp down on my dick in response, now grinding her hips in a circular motion that forces me deeper inside her each time she rotates forward.
I’m so lost in the reverie her warm cunt gives me as she rides my cock that I don’t notice Pax lower himself to my hole. I feel his tongue softly circle around my opening before it prods deeper. The feel of his mouth on me while Lola continues her rhythmic dance on my cock feels like fucking nirvana.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my breath quickening as the sensation of the two people I love most in this world pleasing me in harmony.
“Fuck him harder,” Pax moans against my taint, and the vibration of his gravelly voice directing Lola begins to send me over the edge.
