Page 16 of Fall

“Why don’t you just sit right there for me, okay? Keep Val’s cock nice and warm in your pretty pussy and let me fuck your mouth.” This time, the shiver that goes up my spine is only partially from anxiety. I’m exhausted and half out of my mind from everything that’s happened in the past day.

But I don’t have it in me to argue. It’s hard to even want to, when I remember his touch, his attention, hiscontrolfrom lastnight at the haunt, when he fucked my face in the storage closet. He barely even said a word, yet it was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced.

Val’s arms wrap lightly around me, one snug around my waist to pull me back to sit more comfortably on his lap. He wraps the other one around my chest, lifting my hoodie to just the level where he can easily cup my breasts and brush his thumb over my nipples. When he does it for the first time, I can’t help but shudder, eyes closing as Kieran lets me lean my weight on his hands.

“Good girl,” he praises softly. “Such a gorgeous little thing, aren’t you?” With my eyes closed, I can hear when he unbuckles his belt and follows that by unzipping his jeans. Distantly, I’m jealous that he’s wearingpantswhile I’m here just in my hoodie and sneakers, as my shorts hang from one ankle.

My eyes open when he presses his thumb against my bottom lip, prompting me to open my mouth for him. I see he’s hard already, and a prickle of shame goes through me at the idea he’s turned on because of what he saw Val and me doing.

Behind me, Val gives a soft growl, and he rocks his hips upward against me, causing my mouth to open wider in a gasp. I’m sore and too-sensitive, and even just that small movement is too much right now.

“If she bites down because of something you do, I’ll string you up in that tree,” Kieran remarks casually, his grip shifting to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair once more as he uses his other hand to guide himself against my lips

“Rude.” Val only chuckles, his fingers moving incessantly as he kneads my breast and continues to tease my nipple. “Don’t be such a bad sport, Kier. She knows not to bite you. Don’t you, princess?” He licks at my neck on the side where my hoodie is stretched and a little bit torn to reveal my shoulder to him.

I can’t exactly answer with Kieran’s tip resting against my lower lip, though it makes me keep my mouth open in expectation. Slowly, he slides into my mouth and over my tongue, before pulling out to do it again without pushing me right off the bat.

Not that it takes him very long to change that. With his fingers keeping me in place, he thrusts into my mouth, brushing the back of my throat as I close my eyes and remind myself not to gag and to breathe through my nose. It becomes easier when I actually do that, and my brain drifts to focus on Val’s hand still teasing me, though now he’s moved onto my other breast and his attention has me wanting to squirm on his lap.

“So gorgeous,” Val purrs in my ear when I breathe in deeply and my eyes threaten to water. He rolls his hips against me, pulling a shudder from my body.

“Easy, darling,” Kieran murmurs when I stiffen ever so slightly. “You’re being so good for me. You take me perfectly and you know how to do this. Just relax for me, all right? Let me do all the work to fuck your pretty face.” He doesn’t exactly wait for me to adjust or think about it. In less than a minute he’s going deeper, filling my mouth and throat with his length that makes my eyes water uncontrollably.

But I’d be lying if I denied enjoying this. Soft sounds fall from my throat, and I feel the slide of his silky length against my tongue while I open my eyes to stare up at him. That’s really all I can do, except for reaching up to grip his jeans like I need some sort of physical sensation to keep me anchored.

Maybe I do, quite frankly. None of this seemsreal,and it’s so easy to just drift a little as they hold me between them and do whatever they want while murmuring compliments and talking to each other.

It should be humiliating, and maybe it is. Maybe when I’m not so tired I’ll question all of this, and wonder why I didn’t fightback harder against them. But for now, all I can do is sink into the pleasurable warmth of my brain to focus on both of them touching me, and the feeling of Val’s cock still buried in my pussy while Kieran fucks my mouth.

“She’s starting to drift a little,” I hear him say, and my eyes flick up to his with my mouth too full for me to even frown. “Yeah, I’m talking about you, darling,” Kieran confirms with a smirk. “Look at you, so good at being our submissive littleprincess.” He purrs the word princess, sending a shudder through my body that has me leaning into Val’s hands.

“Not so feral when your holes are filled and you’ve gotten to come, huh?” Val chuckles against my shoulder. His hand lifts to my throat, though he just holds his fingers there instead of pressing, and I wonder if Val canfeelKieran’s cock as he fucks my mouth.

A harsh thrust from the man in front of me jars me to reality, though I keep my mouth open and try not to wiggle too much on Val’s lap. It’s followed by another, until he’s moving his hips in fast, thorough strokes that have me seeing stars and breathing harder through my nose.

When his hand tightens in my hair and Kieran’s eyes lock onto mine, I realize just how close he is to coming. My hands grip harder at his jeans, and I don’t look away from his harsh, intense gaze. He growls at my look, letting out a soft “fuck” under his breath before he drives himself into me again. And again. Until at last he falters, and with a huff he buries himself in my throat, my nose pressed to his pelvis while my heart pounds and I breathe in his sharp, musky scent.

“Good girl,” Kieran compliments as he comes down my throat. “Good girl, Noa. Just take it all for me. There you go, perfect girl.” He holds me there, and I can feel him softening in my mouth as I try to stop myself from hyperventilating from breathing so hard through my nose.

As if he can sense my discomfort and growing desperation, Kieran steps back quickly. His cock falls from my lips, which allows me to take a deep, gasping breath into my abused lungs. God, they’re really getting a workout tonight, with face-fucking by Kieran and all the breath play from Val. If I don’t end up with some kind of bruising and hoarseness for the next few days from this, I’ll certainly be surprised.

Exhaustion hits me like a baseball bat, but before I can fall forward onto my hands and knees, Val has me in his grip. He pulls me off his lap, letting me rest on my knees on the ground while he pushes to his feet and adjusts his clothing until he’s just as dressed as he was before he caught me. When I look up, Kieran is back to almost perfect too, though there’s a sheen of sweat on his brow and I can justtellfrom something in his expression that he’s pleased.

“Come on, princess,” Val murmurs, and without warning, he pulls me to my feet. He deftly helps me put my shorts back on, and just when I’m wondering how in the world I’m going to hike back to the cabin or if I have it in me to make another escape attempt, Val turns and crouches down slightly, gesturing to his shoulders.

I just stand there, shell-shocked and completely confused.

“I’m not carrying you in my arms, princess. So it’s a piggyback ride or I drag you back.” He chuckles casually without looking at me.

Biting my lip, I shift my weight from one foot to the other and say, “I could always make a run for it again.” Sure enough, my voice is tired and hoarse, making me wonder if I’ll have any voice left at all come morning.

Kieran snorts and fixes me with a look, then trails his gaze up and down my body, like he’s scrutinizing me to see if running away is a possibility. Obviously it’s not, though, considering theway he folds his arms comfortably over his chest and adopts a bored posture.

They’re right, honestly, and my shoulders fall when I realize it. I have no idea where the hell I am, and I can’t keep doing this tonight. With a heavy, reluctant huff, I awkwardly lean forward to wrap my arms around Val’s neck loosely, gripping my opposite wrist against his chest.

“Lean against me,” he instructs, arms coming back to find my legs. When I do what he says, he wraps his arms around my thighs to yank them forward over his hips. It’s weird as hell when he stands up and easily takes my weight.

It’s even stranger when he actually starts walking. He doesn’t seem to care that I’m attached to him like a barnacle. He barely seems to notice at all with his easy, measured strides that easily keep him beside Kieran.

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