Page 78 of The Demons We Hide

“And now?” I ask. “Do you want me to go slow now, Princess?”

Her pulse throbs in her neck, thethump thump thumpa rapid beat that tells me she’s as turned on by my appearance as I am by her sweet game. Before she can answer me, however, a fresh sound cracks in the near distance. I stiffen and drop my arms from her, turning and keeping her against the tree, barricaded there by my own body as I search the trees.

A familiar figure appears from beyond one of them and I almost grin. Oh, this is going to be even better than anticipated.

“Nolan?” Her hand hesitates against my back and then slides up my spine. Goosebumps rise along my flesh.

Pivoting back around, she swallows a surprised yelp as I drag her from the tree and force her in front of me just as Gio steps from the gloom. Her head swivels from him to me and back again. “G? What are you?—”

I don’t let her finish her question. Placing both hands on her shoulders, I shove her down roughly until her knees hit the dirt and leaf-strewn forest floor. Gio’s eyes are on her, eating up all of that bared skin of hers, and I know without looking at the front of his jeans that he’s just as turned on as I am. My cell still sits in my back pocket. No doubt, he’d used the app that Lex designed and put on all our phones to find us here.

“I think you know what he’s here for, Jules,” I murmur, waving Gio closer. He follows my silent command and doesn’t stop until he’s standing right in front of her. On her knees between us, Juliet’s face is eye level with his crotch.

“Were you playing with Nolan, Prep Girl?” Gio asks, hand drifting out to smooth over her cheek. “Teasing him the way you tease us all?”

“I wasn’t?—”

My fingers find her hair, digging into her scalp as I grip a handful. Her words dry up as I yank her head back and look down into her glittering eyes. There’s a line of danger in her expression that cautions me on what I’ll do next. Juliet isn’t some meek, uninspired woman. If we push her too hard, too fast, she’ll go straight for the jugular. If it’s at all possible, I’d swear to God or any entity in the universe that my dick hardens even further at the warning in her gaze.

I grin down at her. “Open your mouth, Princess,” I command. “And suck G’s cock. Don’t stop until he comes, and when he does … maybe then you can have yours.”

G’s already on the move, his hands sliding to the front of his jeans as he quickly frees himself. Dragging his other hand up his front, he takes the hem of his shirt and holds it between his teeth as he moves forward. I release Juliet’s hair, and her eyes go immediately to his cock. The fact that she’s not punching me in mine right now lets me know, more than anything else, that she wants this as much as we do.

She leans forward and when Gio offers her the head of his dick, she licks around the weeping slit of him. A low groan echoes up from his chest and he pushes forward harder. Her hands look so fucking small on his shaft, closing around him and stroking. His fingers sink into her hair, holding her in place as he gently nudges himself further in between her lips.

While she’s distracted by swallowing him down, I move in to do my own work. I reach behind her and unsnap the clips of her bra. Her hands drop automatically and I quickly remove the offending piece of fabric, tossing it to the ground. Her hands return to Gio’s dick and I go to my knees behind her.

Her back stiffens a moment before my hands make contact with her skin, smoothing around her front. I grip her thighs and pull them apart. “Keep them just like this,” I whisper against her ear as I slip my fingers into the front of her panties.

I find her greedy little cunt soaking wet. She moans around Gio’s cock in her mouth. His white teeth flash in the darkness as he practically snarls through his own pleasure. He thrusts himself forward, Juliet’s head bobbing as I slip first one finger deep into her pussy and then two.

We’re about to rock her fucking world.

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JULIET

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Gio’s cock spreads my lips wide around his girth as he thrusts into my mouth. At first, it’s shallow, little motions to get me used to having his length slide over my tongue as I inhale the scent of his musk.

Between my legs, I can feel myself soaking the fabric of my panties and Nolan’s hand. He spread my legs wide, my knees buried in the dirt and twigs and leaves. Now, he spears me and fucks into me with curved fingers. The base of his palm rubs against my clit, making me whimper in the back of my throat.

Gio seems to love that sound because each time I do it, he practically growls and thrusts a bit harder. The bulb of his cock and the piercing at the head smooths over my tongue. The metal quickly warms as I lick and suck and drag my lips and tongue along the shaft of his dick.

Over and over again, I sink down the length of him and then pull back up. His fingers in my hair drive me down harder still. As if it’s not nearly enough that I’m down here, on my knees in the mud, in the dark, for him. He wants more. They both do.

“Do you like Gio fucking your mouth while I tease you like this, Princess?” Nolan’s filthy words drift into my head, the heat of his breath pressed to my neck as his naked chest rubs against my spine.

My breasts feel heavy, the nipples pointed and needy. I whimper again and Gio curses, dropping the hem of his shirt from his mouth. I half expect him to remove himself from my lips, but instead, his hand leaves the back of my head and he merely leaves himself in my mouth as he whips his t-shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside with my forgotten bra.

The jean fabric of his pants is rough under my palms, but at least it gives me something to grip onto as he finds my head once more and this time, clasps both hands at the back of my head.

“Don’t want to answer me?” Nolan asks, sliding a third finger into my cunt and spreading all of them wide enough that my hips buck against him.

I can’t fucking answer him!I want to scream, but he knows that. It’s not like I can talk with my mouth full of cock, and Gio shows no sign of releasing me from his grasp as he begins to thrust against my mouth in earnest.

“Hmmmm.” Nolan’s soft hum is the only warning I get as he withdraws his fingers from my core and strokes up the rounded curve of my belly, leaving a trail of wetness behind. My eyes shut as I suck in breath after breath through my nostrils.

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