Page 27 of Bait
“You want me, Alma?” I nodded with enthusiasm even as Torch’s cock made me cry out in pleasure. Candela straddled my face, and then she was right there. Oh, it was so pretty. Her lips were a deeper brown than mine and her clit was a little bigger, and so pink and wet. She spread it with two fingers, and I felt my mouth flood with saliva at the sight.
“Can I make you come?” I asked as Torch’s cock thrust inside me. She fisted my hair in answer, and I pressed my tongue to her heat. It was where I was meant to be. My mouth on Candela’s heat while my own was filled by Torch.
“That’s right, lick it, baby.” Candela’s heated approval spurred me on. I pierced her slit with my tongue and lapped up her sweet slick. I fluttered it over her clit until she started making the little growls that made my own cunt clench. I pulled on it hard, and her legs started shaking.
“Oh, Alma, fuck.” She pressed herself into my mouth and the taste of her was enough to make me come. Torch cursed and fucked me harder. He lifted my hips so I was half off the bed and started nailing my g-spot until I was screaming. His grunts and the wet sounds of our bodies were the only things I could hear. My entire being was reduced to his cock reaching so far inside me I could feel it in my chest.
There were hands on my shoulders then a mouth kissing, biting and nipping, while I got exactly what I needed. His groin was pressed so tight against my ass I could feel the scratchiness of his pubes.
“I’m going to—” He grunted and then he was pulling out and coming on my belly and tits.
“God, your pussy is perfect.” Torch sounded winded, like he’d run for miles. I was blissed out. My body like air. I’d never felt more whole, more connected. Like every part of me was perfectly at ease. “I wish I could’ve filled you with my come, seen it oozing out of you.” Torch was speaking quietly, and I could feel his fingers at the place where we’d been together.
“This was perfect.” I felt tears burning in my eyes as they petted me. I knew their touches even if I couldn’t see them.
“We’ll always take care of you.” We could take care of each other, I thought. Hoping we could make that promise to each other someday.
“I think you need to lick her clean, Candela.” That was Torch who was pulling me open. I was a bit sore and probably a little swollen. But I loved the feeling of being used like this. Admired and petted by my lovers.
“You want my mouth on you again, Brains?” I nodded and stretched my arms over my head. Spread my legs even further. Completely open for them.
We ended up with me on Torch’s lap and making out with Candela. Torch loved touching me. His hands everywhere. One moment he’d slide them into my pussy and the next he’d be pinching my nipples. Candela also loved my tits and had taken a few pulls from them, which felt amazing. My body was plumper, lusher. My hips wider, my belly a little more rounded. Everything about me seemed in bloom.
As I tangled my tongue lazily with Candela’s, I heard a growling noise and realized it was my stomach. Which made the three of us laugh. When she tried to pull away, I held onto her hand and took Torch’s too.
“Thank you.” I looked up at Torch, who still looked spooked, but also like he’d made peace with things.
“We should be thanking you.” Candela, who normally had a know-it-all smirk on her lips, looked soft and at ease in a way I had never seen.
“I just don’t want you to regret this.” Torch still sounded torn, but he had nothing to worry about. Nothing about my life before this had ever felt so right.
“I don’t.” I tightened my grip on his hand and pushed up to kiss him. His chest rumbled as he tasted himself on my tongue. “I’ll never regret this.” I pressed a kiss to his lips and sighed happily when he wrapped his arms around me, just as Candela did the same. We were a knot of limbs and sweaty skin, and I hoped we would continue to be for a long, long time.
ChapterThirteen
“Ididn’t expect this domestic side of you, Torch Bernal,” I teased while the man in question worked on changing the bed sheets—which were admittedly a bit dirty—as instructed by Candela.Shewas currently making me a second lunch. I was freshly showered and drying in the sunlight of the window. Leonel had not lied, it was nice. The thought of my old friend brought some anxiety, especially now that we were so close to the township.
Torch stopped arranging blankets and focused on me. “What’s wrong?”
Before I could say anything, he grabbed what looked like one of his old shirts and handed it to me. “Here.”
I pressed my nose to it and inhaled. Candela’s citrus and ginger were in there too, and it did a lot to calm me down. I slid it on and that helped even more, but I still had that nagging feeling that would not leave me. I knew it was nerves about seeing the bunker folks. About how they’d feel about me.
“Do you think they’ll want me there? Like, won’t they be mad at me?”
“Mad at you?” Candela frowned like she had no idea what I was talking about and Torch looked just as lost.
“For what I did, for believing Becker. I should’ve suspected something was wrong after Gregorio went missing.” I knew in my heart something was suspicious, but I’d feared asking questions. “For turning you in, Torch.”
He let the quilt he had in hand fall on the mattress and came over to me. The scowl on his face was intimidating, a little scary even, but I wasn’t afraid because I knew that look.
“None of it is your fault, the only people responsible for the wrongs that have been done against anyone in that bunker are Becker and the council members who condone it.” He took my chin between his fingers and stared me down. “No one will ever question your place in the township or anywhere else.”
Candela growled in approval and my belly swooped instantly. I was soothed, safe again. “Not as long as we’re alive.”
“I want whatever it is we started.” I grinned at Torch’s look of disbelief. “Okay, mostlyIstarted. I feel so protected with the two of you, and for the first time in my life, I’m looking forward to something. For the first time, I feel like my choices will be mine.” I hadn’t even voiced that for myself, but it felt real.
“We want that too.” Candela spoke for both of them, but Torch didn’t refute her. She was frowning at me like she didn’t understand the issue. But there was something I knew they would not like.
