Page 26 of Locked in Wonderland

The silent watcher.

I’d stopped noticing anything beyond touch and heat and the desperate need to come. It was hardly surprising that I’d forgotten they were there. Now awareness crashed back all at once.

Who the hell was he?

I tried to piece together details through touch alone. Hard chest. Powerful thighs spread beneath mine. One arm looped securely around my waist while the other rested heavy against my stomach, holding me in place with effortless strength.

A cold spike of panic slid through me. What if it was Kellan Hart?

“Surprise for you, pretty,” one twin murmured, the words tinged with amusement. “He’s got a huge cock for you. Something that’ll rub you just right and make you scream.”

There was no word of a lie there. I could feel it pressing against my bare arse cheek, hard and heavy and unmistakably real, the heat of it bleeding into my skin. Hands gripped my hips, one pair on either side, the twins lifting me just enough to maneuver me into place before the blunt head nudged against my hole.

I braced myself, waiting for whoever sat beneath me to speak finally. To tell me to beg. To say please. Maybe I wanted him to. Maybe I wanted to hear his voice badly enough that I’d have said anything he asked.

But he remained silent.

The cock pressing against me was slick with lube—I could feel that much—and then the twins started lowering me again, gravity doing half the work as the head slowly breached me.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

Another inch.

And another.

They’d definitely exaggerated about it being huge, but it was thick enough that the two-finger stretch did nothing to prevent the pleasant muscle burn as it pushed deeper inside me.

I wanted to be angry for believing the twins when they’d said they weren’t going to fuck me. Except technically, they weren’t. It was the mysterious third party currently easing into my body with agonizing slowness. The realization had a hysterical bubble of laughter rising in my chest. Even worse was the fact that some traitorous part of me didn’t care about the loophole because my body had already decided it wanted this.

“That’s hot,” one twin said approvingly.

“Fuck him,” the other added.

He already was.

Tiny thrusts rolled from his hips, each one pushing him incrementally deeper until I could feel every inch of him seated inside me. Fabric brushed against my cuffed hands trapped between our bodies, and I realized he was still mostly dressed, unlike me. Trousers shoved down just enough to free his cock. Shirt still on. Jacket maybe. I could feel cloth beneath my thighs too, an expensive fabric rougher than bare skin.

Lips fastened on my neck, feeling oddly gentle compared to everything else, and then the pace changed and he was fucking me in earnest, each slide of his cock over my already sensitized prostate driving any thoughts beyond getting fucked out of my head. There was only now. And only this. All my focus on how good the cock in my arse was making me feel.

Balance was tricky with my hands cuffed behind me. It left me entirely dependent on the man beneath me to hold me upright. He did it easily, one arm banded around my waist as he pulled me harder against his chest and fucked into me deeper still.

Fingers closed around one of my nipples and twisted.

I gasped.

The twin laughed softly before doing it again, rougher this time, pinching and tormenting until my skin felt hypersensitive beneath every touch.

Then another body moved between my spread thighs. Warm breath ghosted over my cock before a tongue licked slowly over the tip, like I was something to be savored rather than rushed. My entire body jerked when a mouth closed around me and swallowed me down in one smooth motion.

“Jesus Christ—”

A cock thrusting inside me. A mouth sucking me deep. Fingers tormenting my nipples while rough hands kept me spread open and helpless in all the best and worst ways possible.

“I can’t—” I choked out, though I wasn’t even sure what I meant anymore. I can’t take it. I can’t hold on. I can’t stop.

Laughter drifted from whichever twin didn’t have a mouth full of cock, low and entertained. Meanwhile, the man fucking me remained silent except for increasingly ragged breaths against my throat, his control finally fraying.

“You gonna come, pretty?”