Page 39 of Carnival Mayhem

Colt looks at me, his eyes searching for permission.

I lean forward over Flora, my lips hovering just inches from his. “Yes,” I whisper. “Kiss me, Colt.”

The moment hangs suspended, thick with anticipation. Flora finally breaks the silence, her voice laced with desire. “Kiss him, Colt.”

I shift closer to him, wanting to feel the heat of his skin against mine.

“Go on.” Flora’s voice is firmer now, her hand reaching to stroke his chest. “We both know you want to.”

Colt takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine. Slowly, he leans forward, closing the distance between us. Our lips touch, and everything around us fades away.

His mouth is warm and soft, and I taste the hint of mint on his breath. My lips part, inviting him in, and our tongues dance in a slow, languid rhythm.

I thread my fingers through his hair, deepening the kiss. I feel his big, rough hands land on my back, pulling me closer. Our naked chests press together, and I can feel his heart pounding.

We break apart, breathless, our foreheads resting against each other. Flora watches us, her eyes sparkling.

She shifts on the bed, her legs tucked beneath her. “Now I want to see more.” Her voice is playful yet demanding. She’s fucking sexy when she gets all bossy. “Both of you, get on your knees facing each other and rub those beautiful dicks together.”

Her words echo in the trailer, bold and demanding. We’re frozen for a moment, caught between desire and uncertainty. But then, slowly, Colt and I get onto our knees before each other, our dicks already bumping together. His piercing is cold against my skin.

I trace the contours of his face, remembering the first time I laid eyes on him. He was so full of anger and hurt, but I saw the raw vulnerability beneath it all. My fingers skim the intricate tattoos on his chest.

Colt’s eyes are dark with desire as they hold mine, his breathing shallow. I shuffle closer, our bodies pressing together as we share our heat.

I lean in, our lips meeting again, hotter and more desperate this time. Colt moans, and I swallow it as our tongues tangle. He slides a hand into my hair, fisting it and pulling me closer. The kiss grows more frantic.

I mirror his movements, our cocks sliding against each other, the friction of his piercing against my skin sending sparks of pleasure through my body. Our hips move in sync like we’ve been doing this for years. I close my eyes, losing myself in the sensation.

Our lips part, and I trail kisses down his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. His hands roam over my back, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

Our cocks continue their dance, the friction building to an intense heat. I feel Colt’s hands on my hips, guiding me, our bodies moving in a sensual rhythm.

Colt leans into me, our chests flush, and I feel the heat of his skin against mine. His breath tickles my neck, sending a shiver down my spine as he whispers, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

“I know,” I reply, my voice hoarse with desire.

“Fuck, Nash,” Colt groans. “You have no idea how hard I am right now.”

I chuckle. “I have a pretty good idea, considering I feel every inch of you.”

Flora’s voice cuts through the moment, thick with desire. “You guys are so fucking hot together, and I’m so wet.”

I glance over at her, taking in the sight of her fingers sliding in and out of her glistening core. Her eyes are dark with lust, fixed on Colt and me as we grind against each other. “Beautiful, aren’t you, little bird? You’re the reason we’re here.”

Colt’s hands tighten on my hips as he also watches Flora. “She’s our missing piece, isn’t she? Fucking beautiful.”

“So fucking beautiful,” I agree. “But she’s not the only one who’s wet.” I fist my dick as precum spills from the tip. “I bet you both want to taste me, don’t you?”

Colt’s eyes darken. “More than you know.”

“Well then,” I purr, “how about we take turns tasting each other? No better way to start than with a good, old-fashioned blowjob.”

Flora moans at the suggestion, her eyes glittering with excitement. “Fuck yes,” she breathes. “I want to see you both go down on each other. And I want to join in.”

Colt growls, his hips bucking against mine. “Eager little angel, aren’t you?”

Flora bites her lip. “Just imagining it turns me on.”

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