Page 43 of Lock Me Out

There is something so beautiful about her now. Not only her body: her ass up in the air, her lean legs spread a little like she wants to show off her pretty pussy, her tits swaying gently as she settles into place, but the way she does exactly as I say without asking questions. She’s mine.

I hold a finger in my lips to signal Nix to stay quiet before walking around to the foot of the bed, where he stands next to me. “You have to guess which one of us is doing whatever it is we’re doing. We’re not going to talk, so you won’t have any way of knowing until you feel it.”

“Okay.” There’s soft laughter in her voice. Anticipation. I motion for Nix to join me on the side of the bed facing her, then take her by the back of the head with one hand while I motion for Nix to drag his cock over her mouth. I want to see if we can confuse her.

With my fingers massaging her scalp, he works his head beyond her lips and sinks his teeth into his own to hold back his reaction. Right. I didn’t think about that, having to be quiet so she doesn’t have a clue. If anything, it adds to the game.

She lets him fall from her mouth. “I’m not sure.” Nix surges forward, cutting her off, and she gags before turning her head. “Nix! That’s Nix.”

“Too easy,” I mutter, giving him a shove.

“No fair.” She giggles. “Don’t try to trick me.”

Without a word, I walk to the other side of the bed, then waste no time shoving two digits inside her glistening pussy. With a startled cry, she rocks forward from the force. “Oh… oh, that’s good…”

It is good, especially when she pushes back against me and envelops my fingers in her wet heat. I pound her hard until my knuckles slam against her taint, and she lets out a high-pitched howl. “Nix!”

“No such luck,” he murmurs from in front of her. She lets out a disappointed sound.

My fingers are glistening with her juices when I withdraw them. “Wrong guess.” I sigh before slapping her ass hard enough to rock her forward again. This time, she cries out in surprise and pain. “Maybe you’ll get it right next time,” I tell her while a red mark in the shape of my hand appears on her fair skin.

I then motion for Nix to join me before flipping her over onto her back. She parts her legs eagerly when I start to spread them, then blow across her bald lips until she squirms. But it’s Nix who gets on his knees in front of her and plunges in, holding her thighs wide open so he can flick his tongue over the tip of her clit.

“That’s Nix,” she moans.

Obviously, we’re making this too easy. I pull him away, then take her hand and wrap it around my shaft. “Oh, I don’t know,” she whispers. “I don’t know if I can tell the difference.”

Nix pulls her up until she’s sitting, then uses her other hand on his cock. “What are you going to do to me if I get thiswrong?” she asks, stroking us both. I take a handful of her hair in response and yank her head back before wrapping my hand around her throat, tightening until she groans. Precum oozes from my tip and coats me, and I bite back a groan when she starts moving faster.

My hand tightens further, and she gasps, then whispers, “Nix?”

I don’t say a word. I settle for giving her a sharp slap against her cheek that makes her head snap partway around before she sucks a pained breath through her teeth.

Still, she takes it without complaining. It shouldn’t make me want to do worse to her. I shouldn’t want to break her down.

“This is Colt,” she murmurs, giving me a slight squeeze before stroking again. “This is Nix,” she adds, working him faster. He closes his eyes, his head falling back, and I know the feeling. It’s one thing to have her alone, but there’s something special about being together.

I push her onto her back with her feet on the floor for Nix to crawl over her, then trace slow circles around her nipple with his tongue. “Oh, god,” she moans, spreading her thighs wider so I can watch her pink flesh pulse. “Oh, that’s good. That feels so nice.”

If I didn’t know better, I would think she’s dragging it out, refusing to guess because she doesn’t want it to end.

“That has to be Colt,” she decides before purring like a kitten.

Nix lifts his head, chuckling. “You got it wrong.”

He pulls back his hand, and I know what’s going to happen before he brings it across her face hard enough that the sound rings out like the crack of a starter pistol.

But it’s Leni’s high-pitched cry that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. That sound. It’s like music. A symphony I could never get tired of hearing.

Nix’s satisfied grunt tells me he’s thinking the same thing.

And that our fun has just begun.

20

LENI

That hurt.That hurt a lot.

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