Page 17 of Dirty Little Convict
Huxley surprises me when he pulls free of Stone’s mouth then jumps off the bench and comes to stand behind Stone. I watch with bated breath as he pushes Stone forward, until he is flush against my chest. I can’t focus on what Hux is doing with Stone being this close to me. His lips are so close to mine and I’m starving for a taste of him. I don’t overthink it as I lean forward and seal my mouth to his. He freezes and I think for a second that he is going to push me away, but then I feel his hand tanglein my hair and hold me in places as he forces his tongue inside my mouth and groans. I open for him and melt into Kincaid as Stone explores my mouth familiarizing himself with my taste again.
“Fuck!” We break apart at Huxley’s shout. I stare open mouthed at the sight of Hux standing in front of me with his cock buried in Stone’s ass. When he pulls back then slams forward I cry out. Kincaid and Stone both grunt. “I’m not gonna last,” Hux admits as he continues to fuck Stone like a frenzied beast. His thrusts are harsh and hard, but fuck it feels so good.
“Keep fucking her, I’m gonna cum!” Kincaid shouts, Hux is turning red as he tries to fight off his release. I feel my own brewing again and I just know this orgasm will split me in half.
“I’m close, baby,” Stone calls out.
“Get there, I can’t… hold on,” Huxley grits out through clenched teeth.
“Holy shit!” I cry out.
“Fuck!” Kincaid roars as he comes inside me, filling me with his release.
“I’m coming!” Hux bellows.
“Yes!” Stone cries out at the same time as Hux, and they both come together. Seeing them fall apart is fucking beautiful. I expect them to pull out and not worry about me, but to my surprise, Hux pulls out of Stone then yanks him back. He slips out of me, then Huxley drops to his knees and pushes two fingers inside me making me scream and arch off Kincaid who wraps his arms around me to keep me anchored to him. Hux leans down and sucks my clit into his mouth and I fucking detonate.
My vision turns black as I scream out and come harder than I ever have in my life.
Hux pulls his fingers out and presses the pad of his tumb against my clit and opens his mouth making me squirt all over his face. Watching him swallow my release is… fucking sexy.
I have never known any guy to care enough about a woman coming. No, that’s a lie. I did know a couple of guys but they are currently in this sauna with me. It’s a fucking pity that the only three guys I have ever felt something for hate me for a lie I was forced to tell.
SIXTEEN
STONE
It’s been two weeks of having Lennon here with us, each day we change up what we do with her. Some nights we make her put on a show while we film it before we fuck her, other nights we wear the masks and chase her ass down and fuck her hard. We have defiled every surface of this cabin with our cum. The whole house reeks of sex and I fucking love it. I only wear my mask on the nights we hunt her, so does Hux, but Dad never takes his off whenever she is around.
“I think something is wrong with Lennon.” At Huxley’s panicked tone I turn away from the window in the living room.
“What do you mean?” Dad asks from his seat at the dining table. The concerned look on Hux’s face has me crossing the room to stand in front of him.
“Why do you think something is wrong with her?” I ask.
He shakes his head and frowns. “I went down to give her some lunch and she’s laying in the corner of the cage shivering and groaning—” He doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, Dad and I are both rushing past him and heading down to the basement. I come to a halt in front of her cell. Yes, we may be fucking her every night but that doesn’t mean she gets to sleepupstairs with us. Dad enters the cell and crouches down beside her. “His mask,” Hux whispers beside me.
My eyes widen when I realize he’s right, Dad isn’t wearing his mask but Lennon doesn’t seem coherent enough to even notice. Dad scoops her up into his arms and stands.
“She has a fever,” he states matter of factly and doesn’t hang around. He just stalks out of the basement with Hux and me trailing after him. I say nothing as he passes the living room and heads down the hall to the bathroom. He gently places her on her feet then cups her face between his hands. Her eyes open but you can tell she can’t focus on anything.
“My… head,” she says, barely above a whisper. I flinch at the hint of pain in her tone. When she begins to sway, I dart forward but the bathroom is so fucking small that my dad blocks my path to her. Huxley is right behind me, I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck.
“Get her some painkillers,” Dad barks at Hux. When he disappears from the room he looks at me. “Help me strip her clothes off. She needs to get in the shower.” I help Dad remove her clothes, cringing every time she groans or whimpers, her skin is hot to the touch but she’s shivering like she’s outside in the snow. “Turn the shower on warm.” I do as he asks and step back. I watch him as he gently lifts her and climbs inside the stall with her plastered against his chest. His arms band around her waist, holding her upright. Hux enters and stands beside me with a glass of water and two white pills in the palm of his hand.
Neither of us have any idea what the fuck to do, Dad is the only person with any type of experience when it comes to sickness and caring for someone. I feel utterly fucking useless and I hate it.
Looking at her and seeing how vulnerable she is right now, knowing we are the reason she is in this state, kills me. We knew there was a high chance she would get sick after being out inthe snow naked, but when she didn’t get sick the next day we thought nothing of it.
“She was fine last night,” Hux mutters.
I place my hand on his shoulder and squeeze reassuringly. “It’s not your fault.” Guilt laces my own words and I know he won’t find comfort from what I said, but I won’t allow him to blame himself when we all had a hand in this happening.
“I… My… Sorry,” she mumbles. She’s so disoriented and weak. Dad is holding her weight completely and she hasn’t stopped shivering.
“Why isn’t she warm yet?” I snap.
Dad is grinding his teeth and trying to remain calm, this is the most tender he has been to her since we brought her here. His mouth says he hates her but the way he is holding her protectively tells a different story.
