Page 64 of Carnival Mayhem

“You sure about this, angel?” Colt’s eyes are soft, but his voice is edged with hunger. “We don’t want to push you too far.”

My chest tightens at the thought. “I need it,” I confess, even as my pulse pounds in my ears. “It’s twisted, I know, wanting you to wear the masks. But it’s what I want.”

Colt nods. “Then it’s what you’ll get. We’ll give you what you need.”

Nash steps forward, his eyes burning. “We’ll make you ours in every way that matters.”

My knees weaken at his words, my body already preparing for what’s to come. “Take the masks,” I whisper, my voice husky with anticipation.

They don’t need to be told twice. With practiced ease, they stride to one of the equipment boxes and retrieve the same masks from that first night I gave myself to them.

Colt turns to me, the mask dangling from his fingers. “Are you ready?” His eyes hold mine, searching for any hint of uncertainty.

I give a small nod, unable to speak past the dryness in my throat. I swallow, my eyes flitting to Nash.

He’s looking at Colt. “I love seeing you in a mask, Colt,” he admits, his voice tight. “Makes me wish my ass was ready to be fucked.” His words shock me even as a coil of need tightens low in my belly.

Colt’s eyes darken with need, and I see the same hungry spark ignite in Nash’s gaze. “If your ass was ready, I’d bend you over right now and fuck you so hard, you’d still feel me tomorrow.” His voice is a low rumble, and I shiver at the image his words evoke.

“Fuck,” Nash breathes, his eyes half-lidded.

Colt’s eyes burn into mine, and he steps toward me. “Would you like that? Watching us go at it in masks?”

The image sends a thrill through my body. I gulp, feeling lightheaded as a heat I’ve never known pools between my legs. “Yes,” I whisper, the admission ripped from someplace deep inside.

Colt’s eyes darken further.

I crave that darkness, the same darkness that seems to lurk inside me. They understand this about me. They know my needs and desires and never shame me for them.

“Get ready, little bird.” Nash’s voice is rough as he pulls the mask over his face.

I swallow, my pulse racing as Colt approaches, his eyes full of fiery intention.

Colt’s eyes burn with a possessiveness that weakens my knees, but I know I can trust him and Nash. I know they’d never hurt me. Gently, he pulls down the straps of my leotard and pulls it down with my panties until they pool at my ankles. I step out of them, waiting for his next instruction.

“Get on your back like a good girl,” Colt demands, his voice softer than usual.

I swallow hard and then lie on the practice mat as he says.

They both stare at me with fire in their eyes, Colt palming his growing erection in his pants.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask

Nash growls and approaches, dropping to his knees before me. “I’m going to fucking devour you,” he murmurs.

Nash kneels between my legs, and I gaze up at him, his dark eyes flicking up to meet mine as he settles over my core. And then, he lifts his mask enough so his lips can access me. I moan softly as his tongue begins a slow exploration, drinking in my essence, igniting me from the inside out.

Colt drops to his knees beside me, his expression hungry as he watches his best friend feast on me. I reach up, tangling my fingers in Colt’s hair, pulling him down for a kiss even as my hips undulate under Nash’s skilled mouth.

Nash pulls back with a growl, his eyes full of hunger and something else. “You taste so sweet, little bird.”

Colt releases my lips, his eyes on Nash. “I want to taste her, too.”

My breath hitches as Nash nods.

Colt lifts his mask higher so his lips are free, and I cry out as their tongues touch, duel, and dance together over my clit.

I thread my fingers through their hair, moaning as they consume me. Their mouths work in tandem, sucking, licking, and nibbling as I writhe beneath them. My hips buck as a coil of pleasure tightens in my core.

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