Page 141 of Lost in the Dark
I had a sudden urge to take my bra off, so he could see my nipples for himself, the way the water’s chill had pinched their wide, dark saucers into blunt little peaks. “So anything we do together—he’s going to want to know?”
“Yeah. And he’ll want equal time, too.”
Realization dawned. “Oh,” I breathed.
“Not that it wouldn’t be consensual. But—I don’t get involved if he can’t, if that makes sense. Which is why we’re having this talk now.”
And why he was lounged across that boulder, as hard he was, all the way over there. I thought quickly. “Okay...so...what if...I just watch you jack off right now?” It wouldn’t be the solution to all my problems, but it seemed the safest bet.
“You sure? Because it means Reeve’ll expect the same, later.”
“Yeah.” I could watch two guys jerk off in the same day, surely.
“’Kay,” he said, and I watched his hand tuck into his briefs, and then him push them down. His heavy cock fell out and then fought gravity, pointing in my direction. Jo spit into his hand and began to stroke it, looking at me all the while. “Hitch your bra up. Show your tits to me.”
I was afraid if I unclasped it and took it off, I’d lose it in the river—so instead I pulled it straight up, underwires and all, letting my breasts hang freely. He made a groan of appreciation, then gave me a wicked smile. “Now you’re going to have to show Reeve your tits, too.”
Two could play that game. “Yeah?” I asked sweetly, reaching up to cup each of them, teasing and pinching my sensitive nipples for his benefit. “What else would he want to see?”
Jo’s stroking slowed as he thought. “Your juicy ass. Or your cunt, dripping with my cum.”
I hadn’t expected him to be quite so forthright, but I kept my composure and kept playing. “Sure that’s him, and not you?” I teased.
“We both like the same things,” he said with a shrug, then he closed his eyes and pulled at himself. “I like being hard in front of you—but I’d like it a lot more if you’d let me fuck you with this.”
I swallowed, as my bravery left me. I wanted that too—but I barely knew him, and I sure as shit didn’t know Reeve.
“Touch yourself, Lizzy,” he commanded, coming back into himself, to look at me. “Under the water—ride your hand—shove three fingers in your pussy.” I took a step forward without thinking, and then fell to my knees in the river’s sand, so I could reach myself and do as I was told. “Feel your soft walls. Imagine me beating at them with my dick.”
My breasts were forgotten, both hands were between my legs, one with three fingers pressed inside myself, just as I’d been told, the other, rubbing furiously at my clit.
“I’m big,” he went on, and I could tell from here he wasn’t lying. “But Reeve’s bigger. So I’d just be warming your pussy up. Holdin’ you down. Makin’ you hot and wet for him.” I was already panting at the thought of it. “Makin’ sure you’re gonna treat him right,” Jo continued as his hand worked himself up and down. “I know Reeve—he doesn’t like dry pussies. He only wants ’em drenched.”
Which I was, right now, as wet as the river I was kneeling in. “Jo,” I whispered, feeling the heat in me build so fast the cool water couldn’t carry it away.
“Get it, Lizzy,” he commanded, before biting his lower lip. His hips were thrusting, working in opposition with his hand. “He likes to hear me make ’em scream—because then he knows, when it’s his turn, that he can slide on in. Make you fit him like a glove.”
“Oh God,” I murmured, because now I was consumed with the thought as well, of that big hulking man thrusting over me, right after Jo had, both of them taking turns pumping me full.
“Nuh-uh. There’s no god beneath the moon, Lizzy. There’s just us, and whatwewant—andIknow that we wantyou.”
I cried out, splashing forward, my fingers buried in myself, all of me throbbing as I thrashed, rocking against my hand.
“That’s right—yeah,” Jo breathed, then grunted, repeatedly, rough, snarling, animal sounds, and enough cum shot out of him that I could hear it spatter on the stone. “Fuck—yeah,” he said, giving himself a final stroke.
I sagged forward in the water, tugging my bra down, about fit to float downstream, but Jo had the presence of mind to stand and pull his briefs up. He picked both our bundles of clothes up, and walked over. “Come out of there, Lizzy,” he said.
I stumbled out of the water and up the beach, endorphin drunk and hungry.
“Let’s get you dry,” he said. “And get you something to eat.”
He offered me a hand, and I took it without thinking.
When we got back to camp, Jo talked me into taking my wet things off and gave me a blanket to wear until I dried off some, so I got to watch him wring out my bra and panties, before slinging them up on sticks near the fire, like flags of Victoria Secret’s surrender.
Then he made me eat some and drink water, and I didn’t know why I was tired all the time now—except I was scared I did, and it was for bad reasons—only that it was easy to drift off in front of the fire, my legs tucked under my chin, wrapped up in soft fabric and their manly scent.
I woke up when it was almost sundown, hearing Reeve’s truck pull back up. He got out of the cabin and walked to the passenger side, to take out the luggage I’d completely forgotten I’d packed.