Page 22 of Touchdowns and Tinsel

Shorty instantly halts, his grip loosening slightly as a surprise gasp slips from his lips. Q huffs while the third man comes closer, his subtle sighs sounding intrigued. For a moment, the atmosphere shifts, tension crackling in the air as they appear momentarily caught off their guard. But beneath my blindfold, I can sense their determination to regain control.

Shorty steps back, a reluctant chuckle slipping through his lips. “Interesting. This might be more fun than I thought. Let’s see just how far this goes.”

Before I can really breathe, I feel Q push his cock into my mouth, and I know it's him because of his scent and the piercings he has in his dick. He fists my hair, yanking my head back, waiting not a second before his cock is fully in my mouth, the tip pressing against the back of my throat.

"Do you want to fuck your stepson, Noelle?" Q asks again, guiding my head as he wants it with every thrust of his cock in my mouth.

I finally nod my head but shrug soon after. Q pulls his cock out of my mouth, keeping a firm grip on my hair wrapped tightly around his fist. I feel the third man step up to me, his cock grazing my cheek as he rubs the tip along my jaw line. They're having fun with this, while I'm still in utter shock, being used as nothing but a warm hole for their cocks to fill up.

"So, you want to fuck your stepson, huh?" The third man grunts, gently prying my mouth open and thrusting his fingers inside.

I nod my head, ignoring the heat rising to my cheeks as the intrusion of unfamiliar fingers in my mouth sends a rush of unexpected need surging through me. I don't know whether to be thankful or even more afraid when he pulls them out, knowing they're waiting for a spoken answer, not just a quick head nod.

"Answer him, Noelle. We all know you're a filthy whore, so there's no need to be nervous about admitting how much you want to fuck your stepson." Q licks the side of my face, leaving a trail of spit coating my skin.

"I've thought about it, obviously not in my right mind, but I would never do it," I admit, trying to not only make them believe my lie but make myself believe it too.

"Never say never," one of them whispers, but it's too low to make out which one it was.

As I work on catching my breath, the third man—I assume—shoves his dick into my mouth with a violent thrust that immediately makes tears spring from my covered eyes as I gag around the tip.

One by one, the three of them take turns fucking my mouth, leaving my lips swollen, sore, and throbbing from the brutality of their thrusts. A loud gasp leaves my throat the moment I feel three heads poking between my widely parted lips, my mouth stretched open as far as it can go.

"Don't you dare waste a drop, Little Freak," Q commands in a deep, strained voice, his orgasm on the cusp of making him unravel.

My hair is yanked hard, my head pulled backward, and all three of them begin fucking my mouth with the tips of their cocks, painting the inside of my mouth with their hot, bitter cum. I gag, unable to control it, shaking like a leaf and fearful of what will happen if I miss a drop. I do my best to keep up, swallowing a mouthful of cum as they grunt and groan through every last ripple of pleasure that leaves their bodies. By the time they withdraw their cocks from my overly used mouth, the taste of cum embeds itself into my taste buds, lingering like an unwanted visitor.

Shockingly, I feel the blindfold being tugged at, and moments later, the bright light shining over me burns my eyes as they finally come in contact with something other than darkness.

I frantically look around the room, not surprised at all that the three men standing in front of me have those green skull masks covering their faces, neither of them wanting me to know who they are. But I don't dwell on it. Instead, I breathe a small relieved sigh at the fact that my eyes are no longer covered, and even though I have no idea where I am, I'm not trapped in the dark anymore. But what really has me on edge is wondering where the fourth man is because since we got to this place, I haven't seen him anywhere.

"It's time for you to get cleaned up," the taller man says, locking his fingers around my wrist and pulling me to my feet.

I nervously glance at Q, in some twisted way hoping he'll save me from whatever vile act captor number three has planned for me. But all he does is stare at me, watching his friend drag me out of the room. I'm not too sure what the next plan is, but deep down, I'm intrigued to find out.

ten

Aiden

Ican't help but be captivated by her—Cole's stepmother. She lies contentedly in the large jet tub, flickering candles lining the thick edge, casting a warm, soft light over her body and face that makes her skin seem to shimmer. Instead of a rope, a pair of red steel cuffs binds her wrists, resting gently in her lap beneath the soapy water. Her eyes, unmasked yet striking, resemble chunks of ice, despite the warm ambiance of the cabin.

I reach down to adjust myself, only to catch her glancing at me from the corner of her eye. A grin spreads across my face, concealed by my mask, which keeps my expression and, more importantly, my identity hidden. I can't predict how she would react to her stepson and the football team taking turns with her, so Cole insisted on the masks when she's not blindfolded.

As I begin to stroke myself, I’m drawn in by the sight of her rubbing the soapy loofah across her body, lingering around her breasts, fully aware that I'm watching her while she watches me in return. Just as the moment intensifies, a knock at the bathroom door pulls me back to reality. I quickly withdraw my hand and step away, leaving her momentarily alone.

“What?” I ask, irritation creeping into my voice as I find Hudson leaning against the wall in the hall, a half-unwrapped candy cane protruding from his mouth.

“Cole wants you,” he replies, his curious gaze darting to the closed door behind me, eager for his own turn with Noelle.

I shuffle into the living room, where Cole and River are rummaging through a tote of Christmas decorations. Cole looks up, a brief flash of surprise crossing his face.

“Are you done yet? We don't have much time left, and Hudson and River still need their alone time before we all take our turns.” He grins, making a shiver ripple down my spine and his at the mention of it.

“No, I was letting her enjoy her bath. Watching her was distractingly intoxicating,” I chuckle, adjusting myself as thoughts of her continue to arouse me.

“Be more creative, and remember we're on a fucking timeline,” he says, waving me off dismissively.

I pivot, almost colliding with Hudson, and snatch the candy cane from his mouth. Ignoring his protests, I slip back into the bathroom, urgency propelling me toward the tub.

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