Looking over my shoulder, I see Weston with a bottle of something in his hand. He grins, squirting it all over his cock. Did he really bring lube?
Licking my lips, I nod my head. “Yes,” I whisper, even though I’m still really nervous about this.
I feel his mushroom head probing at my tight hole and I tense up.
Wyatt kisses me again. "Play with your clit, Hellcat. Focus on me."
Sliding a hand between us, I strum my fingers back and forth over my tiny nub as Weston pushes inside of me. Thank god he did bring that lube, otherwise this really would have hurt a lot more than it does right now with him being so damn big. I scrunch my eyes and hiss at the burn but don't tell him to stop.
He pushes slowly but steadily, more and more inside of me until his hips bumps my ass.
"So fucking tight," he growls.
I feel full, so fucking full.
"We're gonna fuck you now, Red."
I nod, my eyes still closed. Together they pump in and out of me in a steady rhythm that has me moaning and panting like a wild animal. There's no way in hell no one knows what's happening over here.
But I can't keep it down; they're driving me to heights I've never known.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I chant
"I'm gonna cum, Red. Your ass is like a vise." Weston stills and I feel his cock jerk inside of me as he releases himself, filling me with cum.
Wyatt slams up into me from the bottom and Weston snakes his hands around me squeezing my nipples through my tank top.
"Cum, Red. Cum all over his cock."
I open my mouth and scream but Weston slaps a hand over my mouth while his other hand goes to my cunt and rubs circles vigorously over my clit. I clench around Wyatt’s shaft and he hisses as his body jerks and ropes of hot cum fill me.
As the waves of our shared pleasure slowly recede, I collapse onto Wyatt’s chest, my breathing still erratic and my body trembling from the intensity of our fucking.
Weston, still panting, gently pulls out of me and I roll off Wyatt, my limbs heavy and spent.
“Fuck, that was insane,” I murmur, my voice barely more than a ragged whisper. The aftershocks of our passion leave me feeling both energized and drained. My skin is slick with sweat, and every breath I take is a reminder of what just happened.
“You’re amazing, Red,” Weston says, his voice soft. He slides a dry rag between my legs and my cheeks. The rough texture against my sensitive skin makes me gasp in surprise, and I wince slightly at the unexpected discomfort.
“Sorry, Red. Fucking in nature doesn’t always come with a nice warm rag,” he apologizes.
“It’s okay,” I manage to say, trying to sound careless. “Just surprised me.”
Wyatt pulls me closer, his strong arms encircling me in a protective embrace. He buries his face in my tangled hair, his breath warm against my scalp.
“I’m obsessed with you,” he murmurs.
“We both are,” Weston agrees.
Their words hang in the air, heavy with meaning. I don’t know how to respond, my thoughts are a tangled mess of emotions.
So, I close my eyes, pretending to drift off to sleep, trying to escape the whirlwind of feelings. The steady sound of Wyatt’s heartbeat becomes a lullaby, and soon enough, sleep claims me for real.
I wake up feeling crusty and sticky, the remnants of last night clinging to my skin. The early morning light filters through the tent fabric, casting a soft glow around me. I push myself up, my body protesting every movement, and decide a shower is desperately needed. I quietly slip out of the tent, my feet sinking into the cool, dewy grass.
As I make my way to the spot where Carson set up the travel shower, I spot Sophia over by the makeshift setup. She’s naked, half-heartedly washing off, her motions quick and a bit haphazard. I don’t mean to stare, but I can’t help but notice the brand on her mound, a raised MW that stands out against her skin.
Curiosity wins as I approach, unable to keep my mouth shut. “Hey, Sophia,” I greet her. “Mind if I join you?”