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“She needs water,” he yelled, and Candela rushed to us with a glass in hand. I drank it hungrily. I was parched and achy, but the water helped.
“I think I just need to lie down.” I tried to get up but ended up dropping back on my butt. Torch picked me up and put me on the bed. “I can go up to the loft.” I was so loopy I’d probably fall and bust my head open. “Maybe I could just lie down here for a bit and go up in a minute.”
I closed my eyes and felt hands on me. I could smell them both and that was more comforting than anything. Someone put a cold cloth on my forehead, and I almost cried from how good it felt. I let out a little shaky breath and just laid still.
“You getting soft on us, Brains?” Candela asked, and I recognized her slender fingers on my temple, massaging.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call for help sooner.”
“Don’t fuss, you’re fine, but later we’re going to talk about you not making sure a place is secure before going in.” Torch sounded pissed, but also a little worried, and I was pretty sure it was him taking my shoes off. “We’ll be in the township in the morning.” I wondered why he never called it home. I was going to ask, but then someone pulled the covers over me as another hand ran through my hair.
“I thought we’d be there by tonight.” I heard another one of those aggravated sighs, but he kept touching me, and I didn’t ever want him to stop.
“We want you to rest before the excitement of seeing everyone.” That made sense. With all the activity of the afternoon I’d forgotten that I was going to my new home. I fell asleep thinking that I didn’t want to stay there without them.
There were two pairs of hands on me. Caressing every inch of my body.
“Let me see you, sweetheart.” Candela’s husky voice coaxed as she palmed my thighs and spread them. We were outside, I was on a blanket, naked, but I wasn’t embarrassed. The sun warmed my skin, and I could smell the soil and grass. All I wanted was for them to touch me. My skin was buzzing, desperate for their hands, their mouths.
“Show me how wet you are, Sass.” Torch was suddenly behind me. His chest pressed to my back as his hands roamed over me. I took one of them brought it to my pussy. He slid a finger inside and I moaned. He parted me open, exposing my inner labia, my engorged clit.
“Is that for me?” Candela asked, crawling on her hands and knees toward me.
“I need you,” I gasped, so eager. “Please.” I reached out for her, my hands stretched, but she wouldn’t come. Even when I begged, when I told her I ached for her. Then Torch’s hands were gone, his hard, his warm chest disappeared. I cried for them to come back, to touch me again, but I was alone. I woke up gasping.
“Shit.” It had been a dream. A sexy dream that I desperately wanted to be a reality. I rubbed the heel of my hand on my clit and the stimulation made me moan. I was wet, fuck. I needed to come. I slid my underwear to the side and rubbed my clit, just the way I liked it.
Okay, yeah, that felt good. See? I could take care of this myself, and once I could think again, maybe I’d figure out a way to talk to Torch and Candela. The truck wasn’t moving, so I assumed we’d stopped for the night. The door to the driver cabin was shut and so was the door to the main rig area, so I was by myself in here.
I pulled down my panties, and I lifted my knees. My hands were cold, and I shivered a little as I ran them over my belly and inside my thighs. Teasing myself as I remembered how Torch and Candela touched each other.
“Ah,” I gasped as I ran the tip of my finger over my cleft. I was wet and my clit throbbed. I used one hand to spread my pussy and pushed two fingers inside. I imagined it was Torch pushing his thick fingers inside me while Candela kissed my breasts. It felt good, but I wanted more. I wanted Candela sucking my clit, while Torch fucked my mouth. God, where had that even come from? But it was what I wanted. Him in my mouth and then in my pussy. Candela’s heat on my face while Torch took me again and again. I used one thumb on that tight nub and that helped. Delicious little swirls of goodness radiated inside me, and I circled it harder. I cried out because it felt so good. Then I remembered I wasn’t alone in here, and bit my bottom lip to keep quiet. I needed to come so bad. I was moving my hips, fucking into my hand and gasping loudly as the orgasm built.
“Oh fuck,” I cried out, moving my hands faster. My head was flooded with images of being on my hands and knees. Torch behind me taking me hard while my face was buried between Cande’s thighs. They’d tell me I was so good for them. That I was their girl, their darling, their sweet little cunt.
Torch would spill inside me, and I’d drink down Cande’s juices.
“Ah, yes, lick me clean.” They tended to me so gently. Torch would hold me open, and Cande would slide that long tongue into my pussy. I’d be their good girl and beg them to fuck me. The orgasm slammed into me like a bolt of electricity, and I let out the scream I’d been holding back. I flopped back on the mattress, breathing hard as I came down from the avalanche of pleasure bowling me over. When the door for the sleeping cabin burst open and Torch found me naked with two fingers in my pussy and a wet spot under my ass.
ChapterTwelve
“Are you okay?” Torch looked wild as he rushed into the cabin. His eyes were roaming over me like he expected to find me bleeding out or something. “You were screaming like you were being killed,” he growled, with his gaze directed at my nakedness. Apparently, I’d taken my tank off too.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” I thought of covering myself with the sheet then decided maybe not and knelt on the bed. My tits were big, and they bounced a little when I shifted position. Torch noticed.
“I had a dream.” For some reason my hands made their way to my breasts, and I started playing with them. I pinched them a little and the sensation went right to my pussy.
“What kind of dream?” Torch asked, like we were having a normal conversation, and I couldn’t see the tent in his pants.
“That I was on your lap, while Candela licked my pussy.”
I could see his throat moving as he watched me play with myself. When he finally spoke, it was pure gravel. “Is that what you want?” I didn’t have a doubt in my mind about the answer to that question.
“Yes.” I wanted them both so badly. I was going crazy from it.
“You sure?” Torch’s voice was all garbled and his eyes were bright and wide. I nodded, a little needy sob escaping me. With every touch, I felt the pressure inside me ease and tighten at the same time. His hands were what I needed, but it was not nearly enough. “Does that feel good?” he asked as he took one nipple and worried it between his thumb and index finger. I felt my core pulse at the contact and let out a whiny “so good.”
“I want you so much,” I told him as he gently laid me down so that I was on my back. His hands stayed on me. Every graze of his fingers on my skin made me shake with want. It was so powerful, the pull between us, like his hands were tugging on invisible strings inside me.
