Page 22 of Carnival Mayhem

She whimpers, her body trembling. Colt groans, his eyes rolling back.

“Such a good girl,” he says hoarsely. “You’re making me so hard.”

I lean down, my mask brushing her ear. “You’re making me hard, too, baby. So fucking hard.”

I pull out slowly, and she whimpers, her body begging for more. I snap my hips forward, burying myself back inside her, and she cries out.

“I’m close,” he says, his voice strained. “I’m gonna come in your mouth. You ready for that?”

She nods as she sucks him eagerly.

“Keep going, little bird. You can do it,” I coax, my movements becoming frantic. “I want to feel you come again.”

Her walls clench around me, her body arching as she loses herself in the pleasure. I feel her juices drip down my cock, and I know she’s falling apart.

Colt’s hand tightens in her hair, and he groans, his hips thrusting forward as he fills her mouth with his release. “Drink every drop. Swallow it all down.”

Her throat works as she swallows, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. I pull out slowly, savoring the sensation of her walls milking me, then thrust back into her, my own release building.

“There you go,” I whisper, my voice low. “Drink him down as I bury myself inside you.”

She whimpers, her body shaking as she comes again, her mouth still wrapped around Colt’s cock. I thrust into her a few more times, burying myself deep inside her and filling her with cum.

“So good,” I whisper, kissing her shoulder. “So fucking perfect.”

Colt pulls out of her mouth, and she turns her head, her eyes meeting mine. I see the satisfaction in her gaze, the softness that comes after falling apart.

“You did so well, angel,” Colt says gently. “So fucking brave.”

She smiles softly, her cheeks flushed, her body trembling. “Thank you for… everything.”

I lean down, lifting my mask enough to kiss her lips softly. “We’re not done with you yet, little bird.”

Colt chuckles, his eyes darkening as he looks at me. “Oh no, we’re far from done.”

I watch Flora’s face, memorizing every detail of this moment. Her breath still comes in small catches, and my heart pounds with more than just the physical exertion.

Colt’s presence feels different now. The tension between us has shifted into something new, catalyzed by Flora’s arrival. I catch his gaze, and neither of us looks away. There’s an understanding, a bridge built over the chasm we’ve maintained.

Flora trembles slightly between us, and I’m struck by how perfectly she fits. Not just physically, but in the space between Colt and me—a space I never knew needed filling until now. She’s like a missing piece we didn’t realize we were searching for.

12

COLT

Ihelp Nash guide Flora, wrapped in my coat, into our trailer, my hand resting protectively on her lower back. It wasn’t lost on me the way Nash looked at me as I stroked myself just minutes before. We’ve opened doors to a world of new pleasures. It thrills me to no end.

The familiar space of our trailer feels different tonight, charged with an energy I’ve never experienced here before. We’ve shared this space as best friends and performance partners for ten years, but something has shifted.

Flora’s eyes dart around, taking in our living quarters—the small kitchen area, the worn but comfortable couch, and the two bedroom doors. Nash moves with his usual grace, getting water for all of us while I help Flora settle onto the couch.

“Make yourself comfortable, angel,” I murmur, hyper-aware of Nash’s presence behind me.

Nash hands Flora a glass of water, his fingers brushing against hers. We’ve never shared someone like this.

“You can take my room,” Nash offers Flora, but I catch his eye. There’s something new there, an intensity I’ve never allowed myself to acknowledge.

Flora curls up on the couch, clearly exhausted. I drape a blanket over her while Nash dims the lights. We move in perfect sync, just like during our performances. Still, the familiar choreography of our friendship feels charged with new meaning.

---