Page 46 of Wicked Deceit
“Where are you, Angel?” Seger sings from a distance with a laughing taunt. “Come out, Angel! We won’t hurt you.” He pauses for a second, not making a sound, and it’s only then that I hear his muttered curse.
I blow out a quiet breath. Fuck. This is exhilarating torture. The thought of them searching through the maze for me so they could properly fuck me, only finding me by my moans and whimpers. My breath shudders when my pussy clenches around the toy again.
“Come out, come out, wherever you fucking are,” Carter sings, his voice carrying through the winds, sending shivers down my spine.
My muscles lock up, and I throw my head back, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. The metallic tinge of blood fills my mouth, but I hold in the scream lodged in my throat when the vibrations kick up at different speeds and patterns, and I want to go over the damn cliff.
“Marco!” Seger yells, getting closer and closer to the little pocket of bushes I’m hidden behind.
‘Polo,’ I mentally say, tempted to respond to his call, and let someone easily win. But my stupid competitive side kicks, silencing my cries and forcing me to hunker down in the bushes. Even when I’m half delirious and high on the impending orgasm, it still won’t let me call out to them and end my suffering. They have to earn their reward, even if it fucks me over.
I crawl on my hands and knees to the back edge of the pocket on shaky legs and sigh when I lay flat on my back. I can’t help the cry that leaves my lips when the vibrations start again and again. Over and over, it buzzes inside of me, going from one extreme to the other. My hips lift off the ground, chasing my elusive orgasm, hellbent on getting away from me. But it stops again, and I thrust my fists into the ground with all my might with a thunk. Pain bounces up my fist and arm, and I wince, glaring up at the sky.
“Mother fucker,” I gasp for air.
A ringing comes to life in my ears when I try to listen for the guys wandering around the maze with heavy steps, but they don’t bother hiding their presence. Their low voices carry through the wind, not hiding the fact they’re getting closer and closer to the spot concealing me. As the minutes go by, I wonder if they’re ever going to find me, and give me the relief I need.
I strain my ears, and panic sets in when everything around me goes quiet. Only the tiny rustling of the branches blowing in the wind and the faint sound of birds chirping in the distance, until that too quiets. I swallow hard, eyes darting all around when silence encases me in an embrace. As quietly as I can, I breathe through my nose trying not to huff and puff like I had before. Because that’d definitely give my spot away. Every muscle inside my body tenses, waiting for the next moment the vibrator decides to buzz to life and give me away.
“Here, Little Vixen, where are you?” Carter sings out, stopping just outside my hiding spot. God, he has to know I’m in here somewhere and that I wouldn’t hide in plain sight. After all this time, I’ve caught onto all the little nooks and crannies of the sex maze. Not that I’ve participated in any fun inside these hedges like I’m sure the boys have in the past. I frown. Yeah, now is not the time to start thinking about them rolling around in the throes of passion with other girls.
I hold my breath, tensing every muscle in my body in preparation for what he’s about to do. If he starts the vibrator now, he’ll hear the faint buzz and thump of it working inside me. He’d hear my pathetic screams, and I’d beg him to fuck me. Shit! I shudder when he turns the vibrator on with more intensity than before. I want to cry out. I want to scream for the vibrations to give me what I want and for someone to take me. But I hold my breath, counting down the seconds until he goes back the other way.
“Fuck, where are you?” He growls like a predator and is so close I swear I can hear him sigh with frustration before he marches off in the opposite direction. For a man who knew this maze so intimately, he sure hasn’t checked my little hidey-hole. More power to me—AH!
I cover my mouth with my hand when my hips lift in the air, seeking any form of friction I can find. The vibrations take over, and my eyes roll into my head, and goosebumps pimple across my skin when my fingers dig into the grass, pulling it between my fingers. I don’t even flinch when a warm body presses into mine and his deep voice, pulling me out of my lust-filled fog.
“Shh.” I whimper when Zepp replaces his hand with mine and grins. “I win,” he murmurs, leaning down to press his tongue along my jawline, leaving marks all over my skin.
“Please,” I choke out when the vibrations intensify. My pussy flutters around the vibrator on the verge of falling over the cliff into oblivion.
Zepp grunts, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and grinds his hardening cock against my aching core. I moan into his mouth, gripping the back of his head and forcing him harder against me.
“You win,” I pant when I undo his pants. “I’ve waited long enough. Please,” I beg, reaching into his boxers and pumping his hard length into my hand.
He moans, thrusts into my hand and retakes my mouth. “Hurry, baby girl. If I want to claim my prize, we need to be quick,” he grunts, pulling down my leggings and panties and tossing them aside with his jeans and t-shirt. I quickly remove my sweater and bra, refusing to have any barrier between us. He palms my breasts, squeezing them as tight as he can.
His warm mouth peppers kisses along my ankle, calf, and thigh. Gripping his hair hard, I force him to the spot that’s been craving his attention. My head lolls back hard into the ground when his tongue glides over my pussy and wiggles against the vibrator. I howl when the tip of his tongue brushes my clit, and he swirls around it, slowly removing the vibrator from my cunt. My breaths heave frantically when he sits up, my wetness glistening in the moonlight, and eyes the vibrator with a lust glinting in his almost black eyes. I nearly combust when he seals his mouth over the toy and sucks down all my wetness onto his tongue, groaning loudly at the taste of my arousal.
“My prize,” he rasps, gripping his hard shaft and gently stroking.
Precum glistens on the tip of his dick, leaking from his slit. Veins bulge from the sides of his swollen dick as it bobs in place. He leans over me, stares into my eyes, and thrusts hard into me. My entire body bounces up when he fills me, and we groan together.
“So good, baby girl,” he mutters, thrusting in and out again. “You feel like heaven wrapped around my cock.” He nips down my jawline, sucking my skin between his teeth. “I want you to come around my cock and do it now.” Birds take flight when my screams echo off the surrounding building a mile away, penetrating through the bushes and alerting anyone in a mile radius. I just came with the force of a hurricane. Black dots swim in my vision, halting my breaths altogether. My pussy clenches around Zepp’s dick, pulling him deeper inside. With a grunt, he ruts into me, pounding our hips together. The sound of smacking flesh fills the air, alerting the others to the winner of the game, and footfalls sound running toward us.
Through my sex-filled fog, I hear the distinct sound of Seger’s angry voice from above me and more footsteps following behind him.
“Fuck you!” Seger barks out, folding his arms over his chest. His features twist into a pained expression, pushing at the tip of his dick through his jeans.
“Why did I think this was a good fucking idea?” Carter gripes, standing next to Seger.
“What were you two going to do about it?” Zepp grunts, backing out of my pussy completely. Swiveling his hips, he drags his moist tip against my clit, and then pounds again with such force I cry out from the intrusion.
“I have my fucking ways,” Carter grits back as pain envelops his entire face.
Zepp pulls out teasingly, brushing his tip along my clit, and rubs it in circles. I groan, babbling for him to fuck me more, but he only chuckles in response. His hands reach down and grip my hips, flipping me onto my stomach, knocking the air from my lungs. Pushing between my shoulder blades, he forces my cheek to rest on the cool, moist grass, but takes care to ensure my broken arm is in a safe position. When a breeze blows by my wet pussy and a shiver spreads through me, I close my eyes. Who knew, I’d end up being the hussy in the bushes asking her boyfriends to rail her after a game of hide and seek. Oh, to know what these poor bushes have had to see. Probably way too much, and now I’m a part of the crowd hooking up in the bushes.
“I have a tongue, asshole! My dick may not work, but we have this, too,” Seger gripes, tossing his arms in the air. His eyes dart around until they land on something in Carter's pocket, dragging a huge flesh-colored dildo out, and hoists it in the air with triumph.
