Page 6 of Uncharted

“You want to do this, Haley?”

“Yes,” she says, louder.

Sounds come from Haley, sounds we’ve only started to know. Mews and cries I want to memorize. I push in a little more and work a full finger in. “Slow down Haley. Easton, don’t you dare come, you rich, arrogant, entitled brat.” I’m doing what I need to do. “Make him last. You want us to be a team, a family. We’re doing this together. Understood?”

“Yes.” She hisses, her movements strained.

Another finger in, more lube, more time. I go wider, deeper, watching, listening for her reactions. The coconut oil is thin. It’s not the right texture, but it’s not stopping me. “You doing good, Haley?”

“So good.”

I knew she would.

Rockwell’s thrusts become more in sync with her movements, and I work on her eager body. Intoxicating noises from Haley make me drunk with pride for her, for us. This is fucking unbelievable. My finger stretches her, and when I can hold three in her, matching Rockwell’s rhythm, I pull my hand out and douse my cock in the remaining coconut oil and position myself at her ass. “You ready, Haley?”

“Yes, yes.” Her back stills, but her shoulders slope down to Easton. He’s holding her in place.

With a deep breath, I ease in, feeling the tight warmth engulfing me. So slowly I move forward. Until I reach my balls.

She throws her head back, a mix of pain and pleasure reflecting on her raised shoulders and in the way she’s rolling her neck. I can feel all of her. It’s so deliciously tight. She cranes her neck sideways. Haley’s eyes meet mine, and I can see her determination to make it through this experience. As her body adjusts to the invasion, I hold back, allowing her to take control and set the pace.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, my voice low and gentle. Fuck, she needs to say no. I’m not sure I can stop if she wants me to. I need this. So fucking much. It’s like a dam of emotion is waiting to break out of me.

“No,” she gasps out, her body fighting for each new movement we make. “Don’t you dare stop. Fuck me.”

The dam cracks. I grab her by her waist and take control. I fuck her into Rockwell, sliding backward.

There’s not a beginning of me, no end of her. We’re one. Fuck. I don’t want to be this tight. This is out of control. But my thrusts erupt out of me. I can’t stop them. One, one, one over and over.

Haley moans as I continue to pound her from behind. The feeling of Rockwell’s dick sliding in and out of her, coupled with my cock deep inside her ass, is something I could never have imagined. My mind races, trying to make sense of the sensations coursing through my body. Easton’s hands are right above mine on her hips. We’re pushing and pulling on her. It’s her I need.

“Oh shit, this is better than I could have?—”

Easton’s got his hand between the two of them. I want to swat his hand away from her clit. I want this to go on fucking forever, but then it’s too much. She needs to come.

“Please!” Haley cries out, her hips bucking beneath us. She tenses up, her shoulders rising. Her ass grips me even tighter. We’re so close to release. I hold her steady, not wanting to come until she does. My cock throbs inside her ass, pleading for ecstasy. It’s not easy holding back my own desire, but I know she needs me to be strong for her right now. “Do it, Easton,” I grunt through clenched teeth. “Let her come.”

Easton’s fingers find her swollen clit.

Haley screams as she orgasms beneath us. Her body shudders violently forward and back. Her walls clench around our cocks in a way that sends shockwaves of pleasure throughout my entire body.

“Hold tight, Haley.” I thrust into her again. My pace is frantic as waves of her aftershocks take me over into my own orgasm. Rockwell’s doing the same. Haley’s body continues to spasm, milking every last bit of pleasure from both Easton and me. Her cries of triumph and satisfaction reverberate through the jungle, our bodies still connected in a primal tangle. I’m holding her up. Adrenaline still surges through my body.

“Fuck me. I can’t believe we did that.” Easton pants, still holding Haley tightly around her waist. I pull out of her, an odd pride filling me as my cum leaks down her leg. I help her off Easton. There are bruises on her knees and hips.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” I step back off the rock, Haley in my arms.

“Ahh.” She screams. “Cold, no, not cold. Can’t talk. Too tired, so sleepy. Like I’ve taken ten thousand melatonin tablets.”

I avoid Rockwell’s stare. The little shit better not think this makes us friends. It’s something I wanted, and his dick was the right one, other than it being attached to him.

We float for a long time. Easton washes Haley’s hair with some of the soap Haley and Dante are trying to figure out how to make. Then we float some more. Until I pull her out of the pool onto my lap.

She bites her lip. It’s getting dark. We need to get back. I thought I’d feel relief, that this obsession would be cured. But it’s not. I’m sick with her. I’m not going to ever get over her. Fixated doesn’t even begin to describe it. I’m addicted. Dependent. I’ll never be able to breathe without her again.

Easton holds out her shirt. I smooth her hair out of the way and help pull it down. Easton holds up her pants. She’s already closed her eyes, her head on my chest. I shake my head no.

“Mosquitos are coming out,” he reminds me.

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