He leans his head down to mine to lay a kiss on my lips. I taste my own arousal and it makes me deepen the kiss.
“Hi, handsome. You did good work down there.”
I watch as a hint of a blush takes over his cheeks. It reminds me of the same Amos who let me cry on his shoulder the day I got my first period.
“Well, I’m always at your service.”
I let out a giggle. Maybe I should feel shy or embarrassed but I’m not. I just feel excited. As angry as I am that none of this was originally on my terms, deep down, I’m happy they wanted me.
This night started with me hating my situation but now I want this as much as they do. Maybe because right now, we’re all together and it feels right. It was never supposed to be just one of them. It was this.
Us.
“Amos?” I ask.
“Yes?”
“Can you fuck me now? Please?”
His smile takes over his face. “I was thinking something a little sappier. I was going to ask to make love but I have a feeling the minute I’m inside you, that plan will go out the window.”
I lean forward to kiss him again while wrapping my free leg around his hip.
Slowly, he enters me.
“Oh fuck. I’m not going to last long. You’re so fucking tight and wet.”
He feels so good but I want to wrap my arms around him.
I look over at Mikeal who is watching his brother thrust into me.
“Please let my hands go. I want to touch him.”
He looks torn. He knows this is special to both me and Amos but I’m still a risk. With my hands free the only thing keeping me at their mercy is the trap on my foot and them.
I can’t deny that the idea of trying to free myself is tempting but I want to finish this night with them.
“I promise I’ll be good. Please, Mikeal. I am begging you.” I see the way my words affect him. The way his eyes light up at the idea of me begging for him.
Grabbing his knife, he cuts my hand loose. “You run and I’ll fuck your ass tonight.”
That’s a good threat.
Because now I’m definitely not running.
But the grunt Amos lets out tells me he felt me tighten around him, giving away that I’m not opposed to the idea some other time.
Now that my hands are free, I run them up and down Amos’s back. He hits a spot that has me wanting to scream out and my nails dig into his skin.
“Oh yes, Amos. Right there.”
He drives his hips into me harder and the sound of our skin slapping together rings out into the woods.
“Come for me again, Reina. I want to feel you squeeze me.”
His words undo me and he follows me over the edge.
“Such a good girl,” Amos says.