Page 53 of Carnival Mayhem

Her touch is feather-light as she explores his beautiful cock. She teases him with soft caresses, her thumb brushing over the piercing.

Colt’s eyes roll back as he succumbs to the sensations. “Flora, fuck, yes...”

Her lips part, taking him into her mouth, and she begins a slow, torturous dance of tongue and lips. I watch, transfixed, as she takes him deep, her throat muscles contracting rhythmically.

My own cock strains against my pants, but I ignore it, my focus wholly on the beautiful picture they make—Flora on her knees, sucking Colt with expert precision. Colt throws his head back, his entire body bowing to her will.

She pulls back, her lips slick, and I kneel beside her, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss. My tongue tangles with her, tasting the remnants of his precum.

I descend, capturing his length in my mouth, tasting the saltiness of him as I swirl my tongue around the head. I take my time, savoring the sounds he makes.

Beneath me, his hips buck, seeking more friction, and I accommodate, stroking him with my hand as my mouth bobs in tandem. His hands twist in my hair, guiding me, and I let him take control, surrendering.

Normally, I’m always in control, but during sex with these two, I love how good it feels to let go.

Flora joins me, her lips teasing and nipping at his sensitive skin, and he cries out. Her hands grip the base of his shaft, and I take him deeper until my lips touch her fingers.

We establish a rhythm, working in sync. Her mouth and hands never stray far, always exploring and giving him something to feel and focus on.

Colt’s breath quickens, his hips stuttering as he bucks into my mouth, and I know he’s close. I pull back, stroking him firmly now, watching as his eyes squeeze shut and his teeth grit.

I lean in to steal another kiss from Flora, our tongues tangling desperately.

“I’m close,” he groans, his voice breaking. “So damn close.”

We waste no time, both of us knowing what he craves. Flora moves to kneel before him, her eyes dark with desire, and takes him back into her mouth. I move to his side, stroking his chest and his nipples, and then lower, tracing patterns on his skin with my fingers.

He’s so close now; I want to push him over the edge. I dip my fingers lower, tracing the muscle of his hip, the V-line leading to his groin, and watch his body tense in anticipation.

His entire body goes rigid, his eyes clenching shut, his teeth biting his lower lip. My eyes are drawn to where he disappears into Flora’s mouth. I ache to join her, to taste him, to feel his essence on my tongue.

With a final, tortured groan, he spills himself into her mouth, bucking his hips once, twice.

I kneel beside her, watching as she holds his cum in her mouth, savoring the sight of her full lips before she releases a soft moan, opening her mouth slightly to reveal the evidence of our work.

“Now kiss her, Nash,” Colt whispers. “Swallow some of my cum.”

My body responds instantly. It’s odd how I always need to be in control in daily life, but here in this setting, nothing is more sexy than being told what to do by him. I lean in, capturingFlora’s mouth in a deep kiss, swirling my tongue with hers, sharing his cum with her.

She moans into my mouth, surrendering to the moment.

Finally, we part, reluctantly, Colt’s cum consumed by the both of us.

The three of us are breathless, our chests rising and falling sharply, the charged air thick between us.

Colt’s eyes hold mine, his expression soft, affectionate. I see the love there, unguarded, and my heart stutters in response.

“Now that,” he says with a small smile, “is how you take care of me.”

I smile back. “Glad to be of service.”

Flora giggles, the sound light and carefree, and it warms something in my chest. She rises gracefully, offering her hand to Colt, and pulls him up from the mat. He winces slightly, and she’s immediately at his side, her hand on his elbow to support him.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” she gestures to the nearby sink. Then we can grab some lunch.”

Colt hesitates, his eyes flitting between us, and I sense his uncertainty. Our bodies have spoken what our mouths have not. This is the second time we’ve crossed that line, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.

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