Page 37 of Lock Me Out

Anything would sound good while he dips deeper, making my body sing with the way he plays with my wet, swollen flesh. “Oh, yes…” I moan, stroking Nix faster, working my hips to rub my ass against Colt’s rigid member. I’m already so close, sinkingdeeper and deeper into the pleasure the three of us are creating together.

“Put it in your mouth,” Nix grunts, settling back with his hands behind his head, watching me position myself so the dripping slit at the tip of his head is close to my tongue. He thrusts upward with his hips, and I part my lips to take him inside.

“Oh, fuck, that’s it.” His deep, satisfied groans mix with Colt’s heavy breathing while he positions himself behind me. Without saying a word, Colt takes me by the hips and lifts them, then presses a hand to my lower back so my ass is on display for him to toy with. Cool air touches my slick, bald lips, making me shiver before something thick and wide slides through my folds.

I moan around Nix, who moans in response. “Make her do that again,” he tells his brother, who rubs his head in circles over my clit until I start to lift my head to let Nix fall from my lips.

He stops me, clamping a hand on my head, holding me in place. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” he grunts, moving again, feeding me his cock while Colt drives me crazy. I’m aching, needy, ready to beg for it when all at once Colt shoves himself inside me, rocking me forward before he pulls me back by the hips.

It’s all so good. I don’t know what to focus on—the way Colt fills me up, the taste of Nix’s salty pre-cum on my tongue, or the deep satisfaction, knowing I can pleasure them at the same time. It takes the sensations running through my body and amps them up, making me suck harder while I push back against Colt’s strokes.

“You like this, don’t you?” Nix asks, pushing my hair aside so he can watch me bob up and down his length. “That’s right, niceand slow. Just like he’s fucking you. Fuck me with your mouth just like that.”

With a soft moan, I do as I’m told, matching my pace with Colt’s, and soon the three of us are moving together. I know it’s wrong, and maybe that’s what makes it feel so right.

This time, it’s different. This time, nobody’s forcing me. They’re not using me like I’m an item, a thing, a sex toy for their amusement. “So fucking tight,” Colt says under his breath, his fingers gripping my hips, digging in, and even that is so good, better than anything I could imagine.

And when pleasure races through me like fire in a dry forest, I don’t have to feel guilty for the way my body reacts. I can go with it. I can enjoy it. I can own it.

I feel the tension build, and my moans get louder. “Fuck, I wanna watch you come,” Nix groans, lifting my head away from his dick to fuck his fist.

Now all I have to focus on is the way I feel, losing myself a little at a time with every stroke, every time Colt crashes against me. And when he adds a finger to my clit, I howl, throwing my head back, almost sobbing as the tension breaks and nothing is left but sweet bliss radiating through my limbs, making me melt.

“That’s my girl.” There’s pride in Colt’s voice once I can hear it, when the heavy drumming of my heart softens a little. “You think you can take more?”

Do I think I can? No, I know I can. I know I want to.

I’m still limp with satisfaction and offer no resistance when Colt lays me on my side, facing him, my back to Nix. Nix runs a hand down my side, letting it slide around my hip, cupping mysensitive mound. “Are you still pulsing down there?” he asks. Instead of waiting for an answer, he invades me from behind, stretching me with every inch of him. “Oh, fuck, yeah,” he moans, only stopping once he’s as deep as he can go, and we are locked together. “Fuck, I feel it.”

Colt turns my face toward his and runs his tongue over my lips before parting them and plunging inside. He cups my boobs, massaging them, playing with my nipples while Nix takes me from behind in deep, slow strokes. The sounds of his pleasure make mine grow.

“Yes, yes,” I gasp when Colt lets me up for air so he can kiss and lick his way down my neck, over my chest. He finds my clit again, treating it gently, and somehow that drives me even wilder than it would if he was rough. My nerves are sizzling and my soul cries out for more.

“Our little slut,” Nix whispers, then grunts as he drives himself deep and hard.

“My turn,” Colt decides, and Nix slides out so Colt can take his place. While Colt fucks me, Nix touches me, grinds against my ass, kisses and nips at my neck with his teeth.

I don’t know who’s touching me anymore, who is inside me, I only know it feels right. Somehow, it feels right, because now it’s what I want. I don’t have to follow anybody else’s orders anymore. No one is going to tell me how to do this or where or with whom. I make the choices.

And even if I submit to them, it’s my choice to submit.

My soul is singing, soaring high, by the time Nix speeds up, not just fucking anymore but rutting like an animal, and his animalgrunts push me over the edge again. I’m still coming when he pulls out and rolls me onto my back.

Then he and Colt fuck their fists for those last breathless, furious seconds before spilling cum across my pussy and inner thighs, painting my skin until I’m a coated, dripping mess.

“Fuck, yeah,” Nix whispers, his head falling back as he pants. Colt gets up and goes to the bathroom, bringing back a warm washcloth, which he uses to gently clean me up while I lie back and catch my breath.

The only word that comes to mind is fulfilled. I can’t believe how ridiculously fulfilling that was. It reached a part of me I didn’t know existed, and I can’t help wondering when we’ll be able to do it again. There was more to it than my body reacting to a little friction. It felt… freeing.

At least until my head clears and reality leaks in.

“As much as I’d love to lie around and recover, we have to get moving soon.” Colt scrubs a hand over his head, heading for the bathroom again. “I’m gonna take a shower. I won’t be long.”

Right. The bodies. I can’t forget what happened last night. I can’t ignore it. I can only try to make sense of it as I sit up and swing my legs over the bed, avoiding Nix’s gaze as I cross the room on shaky legs and grab my bathrobe from the back of my closet door.

This is too awkward. The man was just inside me, and I can’t bring myself to look at him before I go to the kitchen. When he joins me, he’s wearing a pair of Colt’s sweatpants. Now that I’m in here, I can’t remember why. My head is all mixed up.

“You know, you can look at me. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

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