Page 45 of Wicked Deceit
“Fucking hell, Vixen. You taste so fucking good.” I collect spit in my mouth, reveling in her taste, and then spit on her pussy. Every inch of her shivers when my fingers work inside of her, creating more and more wetness, until it’s dripping toward her ass. At the sight of it, my dick pleads with me to say fuck it and fuck her hard and fast.
“Now,” I say, teasing the thick head of the vibrator against her opening. “This will go inside you, and this part will rest against your clit.” Her dilated eyes watch me from above, and she nods her approval. I slip it snugly inside her, wiggling it more until her hips raise off the bed, and then step away before I do something fucking stupid. “Put on your pants, Vixen.” I see the hesitation in the twins’ eyes when I gesture for them to follow me and leave her side. Not that I don’t fucking blame them, but they do it anyway, throwing her clothes at her.
She huffs, pulling up her pants and panties, muttering obscenities. Her nose scrunches when she sits on the edge of the bed, staring up at us with wild eyes. She scoots around, obviously feeling the intrusion of the toy seated inside of her.
“So, what’s next?” She rasps, clearing her throat. Her eyes skim between the three of us but land on me, awaiting my instructions like the eager little bitch she is. I close my eyes and blow out a breath. Fuck. This next part is going to throw me over the fucking edge.
My heart fucking pumps in my chest when I pull my phone from my pocket and pull up the app in charge of the vibrator. I smirk when I hit a few buttons, but it falls from my face when she gasps. My dick swells more the moment the vibrator buzzes to life against her clit, and she yelps, curling her fingers into my comforter. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and her lips pop open, moving her hips back and forth, grinding herself into the mattress.
“Death, this is what fucking death feels like,” Seger hisses, biting into his fist again. His other hand works to push his dick down, and I can’t help the laugh that escapes me.
Zepp swallows hard, watching her work herself up against the vibrator and nearly fucking comes undone when she moans so loud, I’m sure the next fucking town heard her. I grin again, shutting the damn thing down, and her eyes pop open in protest.
“I was almost there,” she whines through her heaving breaths. “Please,” she begs, biting into her bottom lip.
“Rule number one,” I say, holding up a finger. “No fucking coming until we find you.” She blinks up at me and gestures for me to go on. I can see the desperation and excitement sparkling in the depths of her beautiful baby blues. “Rule number two, we’ll give you a three-minute head start, but the moment the fucking timer goes off, it’s game on, Vixen. You hide anywhere in the maze and the maze only. Anywhere but the goddamn house, and we’ll find you. But the vibrator is under my control. So you hide, and we find. Whoever finds you gets first dibs on fucking.”
“What about you two?” she says through a heavy breath, getting to her wobbly feet.
I grin more, taking a step back toward the bag, and pull out the next toy. “I’ll fuck you with this and that,” I say, pointing to the vibrator in her. “I don’t need my dick to fuck you, Vixen. I just need creativity to get the fucking job done. Now,” I say, resting the tip of the thick dildo under her chin and raising it. “Run and hide, Little Vixen.” Her eyes blow wide, and she takes off out of my apartment door and bursts outside.
“Is it safe to let her do that?” Zepp asks, taking a step toward the door with concern etching onto his face.
“No one is fucking here. The staff is gone, and I’m sure as shit positive the Apocalypse doesn’t have anything up their sleeve right now,” I say, watching the time on my phone.
“How can you be so fucking sure?” Seger grumbles, looking back over at my computer.
“I fucking can’t be,” I say, running a hand down my face. “But there’s no one here. I turned off the fucking cameras to this place before bringing her back here. We’re safe,” I say with a convincing nod.
“For now,” Zepp says, stepping toward the door.
“Has it been three fucking minutes yet?” Seger grumbles, bouncing from foot to foot. “I want to fucking taste her while I can.”
I smirk as my timer goes off, and we all head toward the door. “Let’s get to the fucking maze and find our girlfriend so we can fuck the shit out of her.”
“You’re on, fucking losers,” Seger shouts, pushing us out of the way. His fast footfalls echo down the shitty stairwell and into the fresh air.
I look at Zepp and smirk, taking off down the hallway with an excited whoop, tossing my fist in the air. Nothing but life bleeds through me, and I feel so fucking free for once. No dad is looking over my shoulder, ordering me to do shit. No Alpha telling me more bullshit. Just me and my damn brothers hunting our girlfriend in a fucking maze full of so many hiding spots. I thank the fucking creator for his paranoia. This is life.
I growl when Zepp’s big ass head passes me instantly, jumping down the stairs and heading off outside with a loud laugh. Fuck, when the hell did he get so fast? Fucking football players and their graceful movements.
My chest tightens when I pause in the doorway with a smirk, watching those idiots race to the maze. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my phone and bring up the intensity of her vibrator before stepping out the door into the night air.
“We’re coming for you, Sweetheart,” I mumble, shoving the enormous dick-shaped toy into my back pocket. If anyone saw me now, they wouldn’t even fucking recognize me. Because I don’t even recognize myself. One day, we’ll all be free, but we have to make a few more sacrifices to get there for now.
Ibiteintomyfist the moment the vibrator buzzes to life inside my pussy and on my aching clit. The tease Carter gave me earlier with his tongue did nothing to soothe the need. Bastard. Of course, that was his plan all along. Get me all worked up, so I’d run around with a damn vibrator up my hoo-ha. All so they could chase me.
Heat pools in my pussy at the thought of them wildly looking around for me, trying to get a glimpse of me. All so they could fuck me in the dirt, a reward for finding me first. A shiver runs through me, and my legs shake from the thought. Sweat forms on my forehead as I sink deeper into my hiding spot, hoping someone finds me soon. The way this thing moves against my clit and hits that spot deep inside drives me wild. All I want is for one of them to find me and fuck me silly. But another half of me wants to play the damn game and hide from them forever. I wonder what prize I’ll get if they never find me.
My heart pounds when I take a step back from the bushes concealing me, and my knees buckle when the vibrations pick up to an alarming speed. My breaths pour out rapidly, and I try to hide the little whimpers escaping my throat. But there’s no stopping the loud moan escaping through my parted lips. My greedy hips work against the damn vibrator again, begging for more friction.
Frustration builds inside me, and I mentally beg for my orgasm to come. But it’s like I have a direct mental link with the asshole in charge of making the vibrations. As soon as I get closer and closer to the peak, it shuts off and makes my insides tingle.
Shit! Fuck. Gah!
I mentally chant curse words when my fingers dig into the dying grass beneath me, and my head leans against the decaying fountain that probably hasn’t worked since the school opened. My eyes roll into the back of my head when goosebumps prickle along my skin as the vibrations start up again, more intense this time, buzzing in a rhythmic beat. My pussy clenches around the toy nestled inside me, snuggling it close and begging for the release building deep in my core.
White stars brighten under my lids when I throw my head back and silently howl toward the stars with my jaw ajar and my eyes squeezing shut. My toes crack under the pressure of curling them so hard in my slip-on shoes. Slapping a hand over my open mouth, I force back the noises daring to escape. Loud footfalls sound a yard away from my hiding spot, and their voices ring out in a taunting tone. Mentally, I count down in my head and ease my breathing to a minimum, trying to cover up the frantic breaths sawing through my nose. I swallow hard, holding my breath when a voice drifts through the light breeze of the cool night.
