Page 41 of Last Breath

Closing the trunk and passing around to the front of the car, my cock raises the bar from excited to hard as stone as I take in the sight of Joy.

“I guess you weren’t waiting on me?” With her chest leaned into the rock-face, holding herself away from it with her hands, Salem is taking her clothes apart with his knife. Lying in tatters, her shorts are around her feet, and he’s about to slice the remnants of her bra away. I can’t help but be mesmerized. Joy’s body is beautiful. The milky white skin arouses me, the newest blemish from our activities always engages me, and her compliance entices me to be hers forever.

Laying the tarp before covering it with the blanket, I open our bag. Selecting out two of my favorite ones, two things I never thought I’d enjoy, I set them neatly on the side, along with a bottle of lube. Once I’m done, turning back toward Salem and Joy, I find she’s now devoid of clothing. With his pants falling to the ground, I’m peeling off my own as I watch.

Knowing she’s pregnant with our baby puts me in a mood to enjoy every inch of her.

Asking them to join me on the blanket, I pour a small amount of lube into my hand. Palming my cock, the smoothness of it as it slides easily makes me harder as I envision what comes next.

“Did you take them both out?” Joy asks. With a turn up at the mouth and a smile a mile wide, her tongue traces her teeth.

Stroking my dick up and down harshly, peering at her over heavy lids, I say, “Of course I did. Now, show me what I want.”

Kneeling on the blanket beside me, Salem picks up the lube and slicks his cock the same as I.

“What if I want to watch you two?” Joy teases. Yes, the rule is that she’s Salem’s to fuck and mine to do with otherwise, but I still love the feel of Salem. I love to watch, to come, and make love to Salem. Joy has come to enjoy watching us.

“Fine, watch. But I need to see how turned on you are.”

Grinning, a light chases across her face. Joy is more than aroused. “Show me,” she says. “I want to see.”

Kneeling on the blanket, I stroke back and forth in rhythm to my increasing heartbeat pounding in my ears. Looking to Salem, his one hand on his cock, he uses the other to hold himself upright as he pounds on it for all it’s worth.

“Jesus, Sal. Slow it or your celebration ends quickly,” I tell him, knowing it won’t make a difference. Salem will rush his release, then find creative ways to bring his cock back to life.

Gazing at Joy, her eyes are wide, her breathing hitches and her hands roam from her pert tits to her now drenched core. I want her to touch herself, to show me how turned on she is. But being who she is, Joy will wait for me to release her. I’ll have to force her to stroke out her greedy need.

“Mal,” she says, breathing heavily.

“Show me how wet you are. Peel those lips back and stroke your clit. I want to see it.”

“No.”

Defiant woman.

“Joy, this isn’t a request.” Rolling her eyes, she smiles. Dragging her hands down her bloodstained breasts, caressing her frame until she reaches those lips, I watch, enraptured. Pushing them back, Joy dances her forefinger along the glistening surface. My own need is cresting, but I hold myself back by slowing my strokes. I want this to be a night to remember, not a quick one where we all regret the outcome.

Relinquishing his own cock, Salem stands. Traipsing across the hard ground with swift intent, he bends low in front of her. “My turn to change the outcome, Mal,” he growls out.

Forcing her legs out, Salem dives face-first into her sex with a fervor. Her face shows the extent of her bliss. Laying her head back against the rocky ground, squealing and huffing when he hits her favorite spot, I know exactly where he is. I found that sensitive area awhile back. To hear her squeak, to feel her squirm, to hold her so tight that her body shatters,thatis ecstasy. Watching it is beautifully excruciating.

To pull her release from her, giving her everything she needs to feel every nerve firing, that’s my biggest turn on. We’ve both ruined our pact now. Me fucking her and him lapping up her release has now changed the game. She’s still ours, but now we share her equally it seems.

Dragging her fingers through his hair, I can feel what it’s like when it’s been me. Scraping scalp, tearing hair out strand by strand, I relish that sweet pain. Salem holds her sweet, sweet cunt hostage with his mouth as his fingers grasp her ass tightly.

Rising off the blanket, stomping across the scrub myself, I stand to the side of Salem. Pulling him by the hair, yanking him back from her soaking wet sex, I know what I want...I know what we all want. “Enough, Salem.”

Sex is one of the only times that Salem gives me control over him. The darkness within him commands obedience because of Tress in a way. He needs me to control the desire he has, to remove the taint from his father’s touch. To replace it with something he loves verses something he loathed. In bed, I hold the control.

As he rises and leaves, I feel the need to mark her, to show she’s mine and his in all ways. Kissing Joy with all the passion I can muster, our tongues tangle, and the sloppiness of it excites us more. Grasping her by the hair tightly, gripping her tit so hard that bruises will form immediately, Joy squeaks into my mouth. All of it arouses me more. Biting her lip until a rose tint covers my mouth and hers, we walk backward until Joy and I join Salem on the makeshift desert bed.

Laying her down, I turn to Sal. He’s not my blood, but he’s my family in so many ways. My partner in crime, my partner in life, my other half with Joy. As I’m kneeling in between his legs, palming his supple cock, I revel in the strength of it.

“Don’t tease, Malachi. Not tonight,” he says.

I won’t. Laying him on his back beside Joy, kneeling over her with my cock straight down her open mouth, I do the same to his. Salem hums, growls and grunts as I wrap my mouth around him. Tasting his pre-cum, my need to be stroked harshly is orgasmic. As Joy pulls pleasure from me, enticing me to fill her throat, I growl. Wrapping her mouth around it tightly, pulling in air through her nose, I feel it as I rub the back of her supple opening. Using my free hand, stroking her swollen clit, she’s squirming as she attempts to direct me.

Us, like this, won’t last long before we release. But like I told Salem, if we want more than this fast fuck, I need to stop.

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