I begin to scan the pathways ahead. So much of the maze has fallen apart that it is difficult to tell which route will lead us to the end and which will end up a dead-end.
Lola’s nails dig even deeper into my calloused palm as I grip her firmly for reassurance. She doesn’t flinch; she is used to my need for touch over words, just as she is accustomed to the vigor of my grip.
I feel her digits graze the back of my wrist that is clasped on her, as if I am holding onto her for dear life. My heart thrashes in my chest, trying to combat the internal angst I suddenly feel.
“Slow down,” she whispers to me, attempting to keep up with my steps. “Just breathe,” she reassures me.
Without responding or listening to her plea to slow down, I glance at Paxton, who stands a few inches behind her, waiting with eager eyes for my next move.
I yank her close to me and down to the ground, our bodies clumsily falling on top of one another.
She gasps, struggling to raise her torso upright. “Cil, what are you doing?”
“Lay down, Lola,” I command in a husky, needy tone, pushing her body back down.
“Here?” Her eyes dart between Pax and me.
I look to Pax for backup. He nods, already reading what I need. He knows that when I feel anxious, the only thing that calms me is being with the two of them. I don’t want to talk out my feelings; I want to fuck out all the angst I feel. I want to taste them, hold them, fuck them until I feel better or until Lola tells me what is wrong. Although, asking her once won’t hurt.
I let go of the strong grip I have maintained on her hand and, instead, soften my demeanor, bringing it to her cheek. “Are you okay, Lo?”
She leans into my touch. “Are you?”
“Lay down,” I deflect her question and bring my hands to help Paxton lower the fabric from her hips.
“I asked you a question,” she repeats, with an adorable air of defiance.
I shift to my knees as Paxton mimics my motion. He lowers his torso so his broad, substantial frame hovers over Lola’s petite frame as she remains on the ground, up on only her bent elbows.
He licks his lips, grazing her ear with his tongue. “Stop asking questions and be a good girl and lay down so we can eat that pussy. Now,” he instructs in a husky whisper.
“The two of you are hungry tonight, huh?” she asks, playfully fluttering her eyelashes as she nods our way before lying down on the dusty earth below us.
“Fucking ravenous,” I groan.
On bent knees, we position ourselves so that we are front and center to the apex of her thighs. Together, we pull down the last of her shorts and thong dangling by her ankles, constricting her legs from the spread-wide position we want them in.
Tossing the frayed denim and lace to the side, I waste no time positioning myself in front of Paxton, as I lower my eager hands to her thighs, digging my abrasive palms into her smooth flesh. I grab hold of her knees, pressing my grip down on both as I widen the space between them so there is enough room for both Pax and me to settle our hungry mouths onto. Her legs part with ease as I trace the gleaming arousal already on her slit with my stare, before settling in front of her needy cunt.
“Look how wet she is,” Paxton breathes, taking one of her knees from my grip. Together, we pin her down, as I am the first to lower myself to her center. “Hmm, so fucking wet,” Paxton repeats, this time licking his lips, admiring the plump, slick pussy that awaits us. “Maybe we should make out on her pussy again. Bet those screams will wake up whatever spirits lurk here,” he teases, clamping his teeth onto her inner thigh.
“Is that what you want, wicked one? For us to fuck you with our tongues?” I ask her.
She arches her back as a subtle huff escapes her lips. “No, I’m this wet because of how turned off I am.” She rolls her eyes, about to toss her head from side to side. With my hand now wrapped against her airway, I stop her and lean up and into her.
“Enough with the feisty comebacks,Morta,” I say, pressing my thumbs at the center of her throat, feeling her pulse come to life under my touch.
“Then don’t ask me stupid questions to which you already know the answer. I am yours to fuck how you see fit.” She smirks. “Both of you.”
“That’s our good fucking slut.” I press my hand into her throat once more before I release it and let her gather the warm air back into her lungs.
I settle myself to where Paxton now lies waiting for me.
“Want the first taste?” he asks, licking his lips in anticipation of her gleaming center.
A ravenous grunt rumbles from the back of my throat as I lower myself, nestling my face by her dripping warmth.
I stick my tongue out, pushing the ball of my piercing forward so it gently rubs against her clit. As soon as the edge of the barbell graces her center, I feel her legs tremble. I flick my piercing once more around her sensitive bud, teasing her.
