Page 144 of Lost in the Dark
All I could do was nod. And I was glad it was dark because otherwise they’d have been able to see the wet puddle I’d made on my dress—but then again, they seemed like the type who’d appreciate it.
Like they were appreciating me,I thought, as I teetered into their tent for them.
For all that a lot of people thought that blowjobs were derogatory, I’d somehow felt fucking precious, more so for each half-inch of Reeve I could get in my mouth—and I didn’t want to question it.
Not here, not tonight, not in this life.
So when I got in the tent, I did what I was told in the dark, leaving the front of the tent unzipped. I prayed I wouldn’t stab anything important with a heel, and then got down on the camping pad, unsure how I should present myself—especially when they both came into the tent with the lantern, and all their clothes still on.
The tent suddenly felt a lot more crowded with the two of them inside of it with me, and me being the only one naked, I felt a little vulnerable. Then Reeve started talking, as Jo started pulling his clothes off.
“We figured out what we wanted to do, lamb.”
“Me?” I guessed, with a nervous titter, and that earned me a quick smile.
“Yeah. ’Course. But—maybe—” he started, looking at me all over again, then then to Jo, who nodded fiercely. Reeve let out a sigh, and then his face was too complicated for me to read. “We just want to do right by you is all. We only have tonight—”
“Stop talking,” Jo commanded him, coming to land beside me in a naked belly flop. “We don’t want to scare you.”
“I’m not scared,” I said, then blinked. “Wait—should I be?”
“No, no,” he said, then rose up to kiss me. I slowly let his kiss push me back into the mattress, and felt him leaning over me. His tongue slid in and out of my mouth, like it was making me a promise. “See?” he said, when he pulled back.
I felt swoony and light-headed. “Yeah.”
He ran his nose beneath my chin, then nodded, kissing where my shoulder met my neck and down, lining his body up against mine along the way. I raced my fingers down his muscular back, already rocking my hips against him.
His lips found a nipple and pulled it into a peak, sending a roil of energy through me, making me gasp and twitch. “You like that, huh?” he guessed, and so he kept doing it, worshiping one breast at a time, while my fingers wound in his hair. Then I remembered Reeve, who was sitting on his heels, still fully clothed, watching us. I reached a hand out for him, but he shook his head, and jerked his chin to point my attention back to Jo.
Jo started kissing lower then, and Reeve let out a growl. “That’s gonna be my job.”
“Sorry,” Jo apologized. “I just wanted a taste.”
“You will. Later. But me first,” Reeve said, and Jo nodded, climbing back up the bedding beside me.
“I’ve gotta spread you for him, Lizzy—how he likes.” And without asking me, he spooned my ass to his hips, and then turned us both, so that I was lying above him, my back to his chest. I could feel the hard, hot length of his cock between my legs, nestled between my folds, and I squeezed my legs together to wrap it and rocked without thinking. Jo rumbled beneath me. “So ready.”
“Yeah.” I was. And since nothing else in the ticking clock of my life mattered, I didn’t care that he didn’t have a condom on. Actually, it was better—if this was one of the last times I was fucked, I wanted skin on skin.
His hips danced with mine, rubbing himself between my slick, thick thighs—until he grabbed my waist and tilted me.
“Open up for me, lamb. I need to see that pussy.”
I’d almost forgotten Reeve was there, I’d been so intent on everything else—but his voice had the same effect on me now as it had the prior night—the pussy that he was so eager to look at fucking wanted to be seen.
I let my legs fall open and angled my hips, and Jo reached across me to aim his dick down, and my body let him enter in one smooth slide. He grunted, and so I did I, as he held himself deep inside me, taking hold of my hips to keep himself there.
“You feel fucking good, Lizzy,” he said, his breath hot in my ear.
Reeve came closer, moving between our legs to stare down at where the both of us joined, as Jo started to thrust. “Oh, Jo,” Reeve said. “Our lamb has a perfect cunt.” And then he dipped his head down to lick me.
I about came out of my skin—I was turned on to hell and back, yes, but I hadn’t been expecting the big man to get his face down between my thighs, much less for him to kiss me there, even though he’d said he wanted to. I was so used to men—Eric—talking a big game and not following through, that finding not only one but two who took their word seriously was a revelation.
Reeve pursed his lips around my clit to suck at it, and play with it with his tongue, while Jo rocked his hips up, sliding himself in and out.
I started making obscene noises at once.
“Good girl,” Jo whispered near my ear. He had his arms wrapped around me and a breast in each hand, working my tortuously sensitive nipples between his fingertips and thumbs. “Letting two wolves fuck you,” he said, before kissing beneath my ear. “You just wait.”