Page 143 of Lost in the Dark

How did I want to spend it?

I wrung the bottom of my dress, which had crept up to be just beneath my ass while I was kneeling.

I licked my red lips and I opened up my mouth.

Reeve’s hand stopped pumping his cock. “You mean that?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I breathed.

“And you know what you’re gonna get, right?”

“Yeah.” There was no question about it—because the second I’d seemed amenable, Jo had shot up and come over.

Reeve reached his hand down for my chin, and pulled me up a little. “My pretty little lamb, and her pretty little mouth.”

I nodded, while staring at him—at the both of them, now that Jo was here—wide eyed.

Jo was already fisting the fabric of his own jeans down, but Reeve snapped at him. “Be gentle.”

“Of course!” he complained, and then looked at me. “I’d never hurt her.” He was talking to Reeve, but I felt his words, way down in my soul.

“I know,” Reeve said more softly, by way of apology, and then reached his hand for my hair. “Lamb, open up,” he whispered—because I’d closed my mouth. I was breathing so hard, and my pulse was at my throat. I opened for him though, and let him push his tip inside.

His precum burst across my tongue, with a taste like salt and earth, which mixed with the musk of the rest of him, the scent all over his blankets that they shared. I tucked my lips behind the head of his cock and sucked, rubbing my tongue across the bottom of it, listening to him huff as I made his hips sway.

Jo grabbed himself to stroke while watching. “Tongue his slit, Lizzy—he likes that,” he said, and so I did, running the tip of my tongue across it, getting rewarded with more precum.

Reeve reached over to grab Jo to pull him in and kiss him, as he kept thrusting lightly into my mouth, and I angled myself to take in more of him.

It was hard, though—the size of his cock was obscene. My lips already felt stretched out, and I was only a third of the way down his shaft. While my body had recuperated after both of my naps, I’d need an ibo for my jaw tomorrow, at this rate—but—

The sounds he was making—my God, the sounds—you didn’t have to wonder if Reeve liked what you were doing, because anytime he pulled away from Jo’s lips, he was grunting or snarling or groaning, like me managing to suck a mere third of his cock was a full-goddamned-body experience.

I balanced a hand on his thigh and started to stroke him with the other, emboldened by seeing him so turned on. I couldn’t even get my hand closed around his shaft, but I was moaning myself, my eyes closed, sucking myself on and off of him, wanting him to know how turned on I was—and then I felt a fresh hand in my hair.

Reeve made a groan as Jo’s hand pulled me off of him. His cock had the same strange tip as Reeve’s did, and it was just as hard and drooling precum. He wasn’t cut—I hadn’t realized that on the beach—so it was easy for him to stroke himself with his own sheath, but I could tell by the way he was thrusting himself forward he needed to be sucked.

“Yeah, lamb,” Reeve said, watching me take Jo in. Jo’s cock was classically beautiful, impressive, but not daunting like Reeve’s was. The kind of cock you might actually enjoy getting a dick pic of, not that you’d ever let the sender know. I shifted to leaning on Jo, feeling his hand tighten in my hair, and Reeve reached over to stroke him the part of him I couldn’t get in for me. “Fucking beautiful, you two by the firelight.” He spit on his opposite hand, and then sunk it into the back of Jo’s jeans. “Spread for me,” he demanded, and Jo made a helpless whine as he stepped one foot out.

I—I knew what Reeve’s hand was doing back there—I’d heard as much the prior night.

“Keep sucking,” Reeve commanded, and I nodded, hurrying to do so. “I need him to come, lamb. I want you to see.” Reeve did something with his hand and Josiah groaned. “He loves coming for me,” Reeve said, giving Jo’s jawline a possessive lick, before looking down at me, where my lips were wrapped around Jo’s cock. “And you will, too.”

I wanted to come right there. I wanted to touch myself so badly. But I knew if I added even one more element to everything that was going on, it would explode, and I didn’t want any of it to end just yet.

Reeve’s eyes were still on mine, even as Jo writhed, hissing, tortured between us. “I seem to remember Jo got to see tits?”

That, I could do. I reached up and tugged the top of my dress down, letting my breasts spring loose. I hadn’t even worn a bra.

Reeve made a low growl. “Lamb, lamb, lamb,” he said, shaking his head.

Jo groaned after looking down. “I’m gonna blow, Reeve.”

“No, you’re not.” Reeve reached down and pushed my face away from Jo’s groin, from where I’d been practically deep-throating the man, I was so turned on.

Jo made a sound like he’d been shot. “You’re kidding,” he said, and then he whined again as Reeve pulled away his other hand.

“Not in the least. We’re three consenting adults—and while I’m enjoying the obedience, it’s causing me pain to think about that pussy being wasted.” Reeve reached down and hauled me up, making sure I could stand on my high heels before letting me go. “Get into our tent, lamb. Take that dress off, and panties, if you’re wearing any. Leave the heels on.”