Page 85 of Stuck On Them

Paige

My heart had never pounded so hard. After running into the maze, I decided to hide rather than try to find my way through it. Luca had been loud, the other two I hadn’t even seen or heard.

I couldn’t resist the urge to throw an old ear of corn I’d found lying on the ground at Luca when he’d stopped just far enough from me that I could hide. It had been so easy to toss it in his direction and then drop to the ground. His scream was well worth the possibility of him catching me, but so far, he seemed to not figure out which direction it came from.

But now I couldn’t hear a damn thing over the drumming in my ears, and I couldn’t just lie on the ground all night. There were probably bugs just waiting to feast on my flesh, plus the ground was cold.

I carefully got to my hands and knees, listening for any noises first before sitting up on my knees. I started to wipe my hands on my jeans when a hand wrapped around the base of my ponytail and a hand went over my mouth.

I did what any sane woman would do if they were caught unaware; I screamed and tried to get away. But their grip was tight, and I could barely move at all with how far up his hold was on my hair. He at least knew what he was doing in that department.

He didn’t speak so there was no way to tell who it was, but fear turned to excitement as he waited patiently for me to stop trying to waddle away on my knees. It was a good thing for him I hadn’t been standing or I would have kicked him in the nuts.

He removed his hand from my mouth, and I heard the faint sound of his zipper being pulled down.

“Garrett?” I whispered, wanting so badly to know who was behind me. Garrett came to mind because he was into grabbing my hair the most.

He gave me nothing, no reaction. It made me clench my legs together knowing that I was about to be fucked and have no clue who it was.

I was preparing myself to be pushed back down to my hands when he walked around to the front of me, a flashlight turning on and shining right in my eyes.

My hand went up to shield myself, but he pushed it away before running the head of his cock against my lips. I squeezed my legs together, the tingle of desire making me ache for touch.

I didn’t think it was Luca because as I opened my mouth for him, there wasn’t a ring. But he could have taken it out, couldn’t he?

I moaned around the cock in my mouth, my hands going to the backs of his thighs to steady myself. They all had muscular thighs, so I still didn’t know who he was.

His cock slid in and out, getting deeper each time. My eyes watered and tears squeezed out from my closed eyelids.

There was movement not too far away and my skin prickled with awareness. Were the other two watching? I couldn’t see a damn thing since my eyes were shut.

His hands left my hair and then he was gone, the light disappearing with him. Two figures stood where the walkway met the corn, watching and possibly waiting for their turn.

A hand grabbed the back of my neck, and I yelped in surprise as he pushed me down, so I had to be on all fours.

“Oh my God.” Was something wrong with me that I was so turned on by this? The risk of being caught. The anonymity. The watchful eyes.

Hands reached around me, undoing my jeans and pulling them along with my panties far enough down to bare my ass. He made a sound of approval and smoothed his hand over my round globe before he smacked it.

“Yes!” I pushed my ass back. “More.”

He smacked the other side before pushing the tip of his cock between my legs. I was practically dripping for him, and he growled as he slid back and forth between my folds.

“Please, just fuck me. Don’t you feel how ready I am for you?” I spread my legs as wide as they could go in the confines of my jeans.

His hands gripped my hips, and then he pushed inside me in one smooth yet punishing thrust.

I cried out, my hands grasping at the ground. I didn’t care that I’d have dirt caked under my nails for days or that debris was digging into my palms.

I’d never been fucked so hard before, and whoever it was behind me was not holding back. The once quiet field was filled with the sounds of our skin smacking together, my moans, and his grunts.

I needed him deeper and to free up a hand to rub my clit, so I lowered my chest to the ground, laying my cheek against the dirt. He groaned, his thrusts growing more intense and hitting me even deeper.

“That’s it, fuck me into the ground, you filthy fucker.” Surprised at my words I giggled, which was quickly cut short with a gasp when his hand came down on my ass again.

I could almost feel the other two men moving closer, their eyes watching us. Were they touching themselves? Did they plan on taking my fuck buddy’s place once he finished?

God, I hoped so. I felt like I could go all night.

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