Page 79 of Forged By Shadows

“Garrett! You’re smudging me!” I cry out, sliding against his torso. He pauses, looking up thoughtfully.

“That’s a new one. Usually, it’s ‘Garrett, you’re destroying me.’”

Without any venom, I slap his cheek with a blue hand, leaving my mark. He responds by shoving his tongue down my throat. Rookie move on my part - assaulting Garrett will only make him cum quicker. Warm hands slide over my back and waist, multiple bodies caging me in. Garrett’s mouth consumes my thoughts, my heart swelling and thighs clenching. Every nerve ending is alive, sparking with the electricity in the garage. Breaking away from Garrett but remaining in his hold, I lean my head back onto someone else’s shoulder. My head is spinning and I’m far too eager to dive into this headfirst. Whatever this is.

“I believe you owe me,” Huxley’s chest rumbles at my back. His fingers glide along my jaw, tilting my head up to his face.

“Because you took a bullet for me,” I nod in understanding. Huxley flinches, his chocolate eyes suddenly pained.

“What?! No! I’m not some asshole who would hold my injury over you for sex.”

“I am,” Garrett shrugs, kissing a path along my neck. Huxley ignores him. The lightheartedness returns to his features, a playful smirk on his lips.

“You owe me from Silk and Satin. I was promised some kinky fun and I’m ready to cash in.” I bite the inside of my cheek. Technically, it was Garrett who was pimping me out that night but I keep it to myself. I’ve been walking around Huxley on eggshells, not wanting to rush his recovery. But fuck, I want him. I want all of them. Garrett isn’t the only selfish one here. Turning in his hold, I push up onto my tiptoes to bring me closer to Huxley’s jaw.

“Cash me in,” I breathe, using the paint to push my fingers over his pecs. With some gentle assistance, I ease Huxley back to the paint table. Garrett follows, his hands not leaving me for a second. Dax and Axel have stepped back to sip their drinks and watch. Axel’s fingers are toying with Dax’s, seeking affection, craving comfort. Dax lets it happen.

Taking the initiative, I clear off the paints with a swipe of my arm. They crash to the floor in a messy heap. At the jerk of my chin, Huxley sits, his long legs bent at a right angle and feet still firmly on the floor.

“Garrett,” I state clearly. His head raises from the crook of my neck, a dazed hum leaving him. Is he drunk on alcohol or drunk on me? “Switch with Dax. Axel needs your attention.” His pause is minimal, the curve of his smile against my ear.

“Oh, I like this side of you, Peach.” Kissing my hair, he does as directed. Strolling over to Axel and clapping Dax on the nape, Garrett gives him a light shove in my direction. I grin, holding out my hand. Dax bumbles over, his smile easy, his fingers loose on the neck of a beer bottle. I take it and swig the rest down, tugging him close with my other hand. It’s time to put Dax’s easygoing attitude to the test. Will he quickly sober up, or will he surprise me like he continues to do?

“Lie on the floor, I’m going to sit on your face.” Dax’s blue eyes darken, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. He does just that, laying himself across the paint-smeared plastic, his head between Huxley’s feet. I have all of their attention, and the accompaniment of Billie Ellish to my strip tease. I pop my bra first, tugging the straps free. Cool air hits my nipples and adrenaline floods my core. Every set of eyes is heated, watching from a distance. No one makes a move to rush me or beckon me closer. Teasing my thumbs in the lace of my thong, I throw a flirtatious look at Garrett.

“I thought I told you to give Axel your attention.” Instead of standing still, palming himself through his boxers, Garrett jerks into action. Freeing Axel’s cock, he squeezes the base, drawing a moan from Axel which almost undoes me then and there. Raw pleasure contorts his features, as if he’s been starving for Garrett’s touch. Something I’ve been wondering since the hospital, since Axel started enforcing the distance between them. They need each other and I’m only too happy to be the one orchestrating their pleasure for once.

My thong slides down my legs and I turn my attention to Huxley. Patient, remarkable Huxley. My fingers trail over the circular scar at his collarbone once more, hiding but still puckered beneath my touch. He’s quick to take my hand, running it over his chest and abs. The paint is a mess of colors now, smeared in every crevice. Gripping his waistband, Huxley shifts so the painted cotton lowers and his cock springs free. He’s painfully hard, weeping already.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” he murmurs. I smile coyly.

“I know.” Lowering myself down onto my knees, Dax widens my thighs and positions me over his face. His tongue drags over my cunt at the same time as I lick Huxley’s plump, purple head. We all groan in unison. I’m careful not to use my hands, not wanting to cover Hux’s shaft in luminescent paint as my mouth glides over the silky, smooth surface. His thighs, though, are fair game.

My fingers dig into the firm muscles, feeling the tension and eagerness beneath my palms. He bucks slightly as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the salty bead of precum gathered there. He’s large, as I knew he would be. The gin has helped to relax me enough to take him deep and hold him there until he squirms. There is nothing more empowering than making a fully grown man squirm and whimper.

In the background, Axel is doing an equal amount of just that. His hips buck into Garrett’s grip, fucking his hand. His tongue is in Garrett’s mouth, a mess of paint smeared over their faces and into Garrett’s hair. I could watch them for hours if Huxley's hand didn’t grab the back of my head and urge my focus back onto him. I bob up and down, not withholding the building need Dax is creating within me.

Dax's tongue is working wonders, flicking and swirling over my clit expertly, sending waves of pleasure rippling through my core. His fingers are everywhere, parting my pussy to grant him full access, stroking a path over my ass and back again. He eats me out like it’s his first meal and I reckon I could let him go for hours. My tender, attentive Dax with a secret devilish tongue. I don’t want it to end.

My moans vibrate against Huxley's cock, and he groans too, a deep, guttural sound which spurs me on. I take him deeper, my lips sliding over his shaft, my tongue pressed flat against the underside. Dax’s hands grip my hips, pulling me down harder against his mouth. The dual sensations are overwhelming, a delicious blend of pleasure that makes my legs tremble.

I steady myself by gripping Huxley’s thighs even tighter, my nails leaving crescent moons in his skin. The intensity of his need is palpable, the throbbing heat against my lips too good to deny. Huxley’s breath hitches, and I know he’s close. I hollow my cheeks, increasing the suction, and he moans louder, his grip in my hair tightening.

Without realizing, my hips are rocking back and forth, taking my pleasure further. Dax’s tongue delves deeper, tension coiling in my belly - a tight, insistent knot of desire that’s about to unravel. My movements become more urgent, more desperate, and Huxley’s hips thrust up, his cock sliding deeper into my mouth.

Sucking hard on my clit, Dax pushes me over the edge. An orgasm crashes through me, a tidal wave of sensation that has me crying out around Huxley’s cock. The vibrations send him spiraling toward his own climax, his hips jerking as he comes, filling my mouth with the hot, salty rush of his release. I swallow him down hungrily. Leaning upwards on my knees, Dax slides free and bands an arm around my waist.

“My turn,” he says into my ear, lifting me to stand. I release Huxley with a pop. Pausing for long enough for Huxley to kiss me deep and slow, he smiles.

“I’m done for tonight, Little Swan. Come spoon me later.” I nod, my heart swelling. I’m just so glad he came and joined in. It feels right when we’re all together. Slipping away, Huxley leaves an empty spot on the table.

“On your back sweetheart,” Dax orders, his voice thick with lust. I bite my bottom lip. I could get used to Dom Dax. Sprawling across the table, briefly wondering why garage benches have become my niche, Dax lifts my legs. One at a time, he strokes his fingers from my feet, to calves and then thighs, leaving my legs pressed against his chest. Each shift of movement is caught by the UV lights, our bodies glowing brightly. Lining himself up with my entrance, my head rolls back.

“Wait!” Garrett shouts, skidding across the painted plastic like an ice rink. He slams a foil packet against Dax’s chest. “Until I see a full bill of clean health, you’re suiting up.”

“Are you serious? I’ve never had anything in my life.”

“STDs are no joke, my friend. I made Axel have one before he took Avery to the ball.” My brows raise. Dax relents, nodding his thanks. No doubt Dax believes he is feeling the effects of his beer, but I know better. Garrett has always secretly kept my safety at the forefront of his mind. He may be reckless in all other aspects of life, but not with me. Not about this.

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