Page 80 of Fragmented Illusions
“You come so prettily for us,” Sol muses as he slowly pulls out of me. The sound is audible because of my cum leaking out of me and my face flames. I press the side of my face into my shoulder to try to hide it, but both Sol and Spencer grab my face at the same time.
They force me to look at them and my eyes dart back and forth, not sure who I am supposed to look at. Spencer must have put his mask back on when my eyes were closed because his face is covered once more. I fight back the pang of disappointment at not being able to see his true face.
Both of their masks are covered in blood, and with them wearing the same exact clothes, I wouldn’t be able to tell them apart if it wasn’t for Spencer always having his head angled to the side.
Before I can decide where I’m supposed to look, Spencer speaks, directing my eyes to him.
“Never be embarrassed with us,” he tells me. His voice is stern, but soft, and I find myself relaxing. “We love the way you react to us. Weneedyour reaction to us. Besides,” he chuckles darkly and my brows pinch, wondering where he is going with this. “You’re about to see the mess I turn into when Solomon touches me.”
Spencer
Fallon’s eyes widen marginally. From surprise at the full name drop, I’m sure, but I also see the heat and the burning curiosity because of what I implied. She loves the way Sol touched us both back in the bathroom at the house, so I know she is going to love this just as much—hopefully even more.
I force myself away from her hot skin. My leaking tip smears precum along her upper thigh when I pull away from her. I glance down at the wetness clinging to her skin and smirk.
I turn my head to the side and glance at Sol to find he is staring at me intensely. To anyone else, it would probably only seem like Solomon was bored out of his mind, but I know better. He’s losing his control and he fucking hates it as much as he loves it.
I shuffle on my knees until my left side is pressed against his right. Feeling Fallon’s eyes burning into me, I reach out and grab the back of Sol’s neck. I pull him closer at the same time I lean in. Our foreheads bump against one another’s and my mask digs into my skin from the pressure.
My breath hits the inside of my mask and bounces back into my face, causing my already overheated skin to burn. I itch to yank my mask—and Sol’s—off and crush my mouth to his, but I know if I did, he wouldn’t touch me. Because he would be so fucking angry at me for exposing our faces to Fallon; he would probably kill me right here and now.
He has trust issues, despite what happened, but I understand. And I won’t do anything to risk us. I already fucked up and told her our names. I can’t allow myself to fuck up anymore, no matter how desperate I am.
Solomon’s hand wraps around the base of my neck and he tangles his fingers into the hair at the base of my neck. A deep shiver creeps down my spine as he plays with my hair. He tightens his grip on the nape of my neck. I can feel his fingertips digging painfully into my skin, one of his long fingers pressing against my rapid pulse.
I smile under my mask. Even though he can’t see it, I know he knows I’m smiling. I pull away from him and after a few seconds, he releases his grip on me. I’m breathless and my dick is throbbing painfully as it hangs heavily between my legs.
I force my eyes from Solomon to Fallon. She’s a panting mess on the floor of our cabin. Her legs are spread, giving us the perfect view of her pretty pink pussy, wet and swollen. Her breasts jiggle with every rapid breath she takes, and I bite my lip, resisting the urge to suck her hard nipple into my mouth.
I move to our pretty girl lying at our feet and ready for us. I grab her inner thighs and spread her legs further apart to accommodate my body. Once I’m situated between her, everything else becomes a blur. Her heat surrounds every inch of me, and I lose myself. I run my hands up and down her thighs enjoying the feel of her soft and supple flesh.
I think about digging my knife into her skin and watching it split open under the pressure. I imagine the blood flowing over my tongue as I lap it up, not letting an inch of it go to waste.
“Fuck,” I whimper. I can’t restrain myself any longer. I need her.
I need them both.
Death, Solomon, and Fallon—the only things I will ever need. I grab my dick and run the tip through her soaking wet folds where Solomon just was. I groan when Fallon’s hands fly to my forearms. She wraps his dainty little fingers around me and digs her nails into my skin, as if she needs something to hold on to.
“Please,” Fallon whimpers as I press the head of my dick to her entrance. She is already so fucking hot, I know once I press inside of her, I’ll be gone.
“Anything for my pretty girl.” I thrust my hips and sink inside of her tight and wet warmth. “Oh, fuck. Fuck,” I groan as I sink deeper into her until my hips slap against her ass. She clenches around me and my dick pulses.
Wet fingers slip down the crease of my ass and my eyes widen for a second at the surprise touch before I completely melt. I bend over Fallon, pressing my body against hers as I arch my hips. I keep my pace slow as I rock in and out of her, trying to slow my already rapid ascent.
Solomon doesn’t waste a moment pressing two of his slick fingers inside of my hole. I bear down on his fingers as I still inside of Fallon.
“What’s—” Her words are cut off when she shifts to the side and notices Solomon at my back.
“Oh,” she squeaks, and then her pussy clenches around me so fucking tight, I instantly see stars and think I’m coming.
“Mmm,” I groan as Solomon stretches his fingers inside of me, quickly adding a third, and then a fourth. I feel so fucking full. There’s pain, but it’s so. Fucking.Good.
My eyes roll into the back of my head at the pressure in my ass and the tight ass pussy wrapped around my cock. I’ve never felt something so good in my life—even a fucking knife in my hand slicing up a fucking body can’t compare to this.
“Move,” Fallon begs me. She wraps her hands around me until they reach my back and then she digs her nails in. I can feel her pierce my skin and the hot sting of blood trickling from the fresh wounds.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to stifle a moan of pain and do what she says. I thunder forward. My hips slap against her as I sink all of the way inside of her before pulling out until my head rests inside of her tight heat before slamming back into her.
