“You won’t,” Ren said gruffly. They dropped me a couple of feet onto my ass.
Was that his lumberjack voice? I giggled.
But then reality set in. A splinter in my butt would ruin the fantasy vibe. Right? But when I ran my hand over the stump, the surface was soft and smooth. Someone, probably Ren, had taken the time to set this up for me and make sure I wouldn’t get hurt.
Love took up space inside me next to the lust that was tightening my abs. I dragged in a deep breath and the fresh-cut wood tickled something in my mind. This was already the most amazing thing that had ever happened in my life.
“Now that you have me, and you’ve been working in the forest so long, what will you do to me?” I gripped the stump with my fingertips and held my breath.
KC snickered. “You’ve thought about this a lot.”
“You really have no idea. I used to jerk off every time I drew a hot guy.” I slapped a hand over my mouth and my cheeks boiled. I hadn’t meant to share that tidbit.
“You dirty little kitten,” Ren growled, but his feral smile made it clear he was pleased. “I’m going to fuck you raw.”
A thrill zapped through me. A week ago, we’d all tested together, just to be safe, and we’d gotten negative results. Today was the first day of the rest of our lives, and we’d agreed to dump the condoms.
I squirmed in place. “Will you pump cum deep inside me?”
KC moaned, and the hair on the back of my arms stood on end. The sound slid through my insides like silk.
“Fucking love all this,” Ren murmured.
KC blushed. Since his shirt was open, it was easy to watch the pink stain spread from his cheeks to his ears and the whole way down to his belly button. He looked like he’d smuggled a summer sausage into his jeans and my asshole clenched, wanting that inside. Fuck, I needed them. I wanted their cocks in the worst way.
“Maybe KC should go first.” Ren’s words might’ve had the shape of a question, but they were an order.
“Yeah,” KC said, but he was choked up and his cheeks were still bright.
Ren nodded.
They pounced. I wasn’t ready for the way they tore off my clothes. I yelped and struggled, but my shoes were tossed. The socks went. The fabric of my T-shirt tore, then the next thing I knew, it had been pulled off my head. Ren held my shoulders down while KC dragged off my jeans and boxers together. I cried out as my cock sprang free to wave in the cool morning air. I was on fire already, so the shock was refreshing.
“You’re caught.” Ren leaned in and smiled at me upside down.
“Fuck you.” I struggled, shimmying from side to side. He let go of my shoulders, which I wasn’t expecting, but before I could begin to scrabble away, he slid the axe handle across my neck. I stilled, flat on the log. He wasn’t cutting off my air supply, but I couldn’t move or the pressure of the wood on my neck came damned close to choking me.
“Ren,” I gasped, tilting my head back. He slid the wood under my chin.
My cock kicked and drops of precum rolled down my length, cooling quickly so that I was hyperaware of their journey to my pubes. The moment stretched thin, about to snap. We were on the edge of something huge.
“Look at this slut drip for you, KC. He wants you to stuff him with cum until it runs out of him in rivers.” Ren let the handle rest heavily on my throat for a second before he eased up on the pressure.
I sobbed as my cockhead pulsed and my thighs tensed till the muscles ached. The edge wasright there. I didn’t want this to end, but I wasn’t sure I could stop it. So many wild things I’d imagined were right in front of me, from my brain to the page to reality.
“I can do that.” KC didn’t sound mean. No, instead he had that hard growl of determination that was familiar from the football field. He slid his axe handle under my knees.
“What are you—Oh. Oooh.” My soul nearly left my body as he used the wooden axe handle to force my legs up and press my thighs firmly against my chest. “Y-yes. Holy—Oh my God, yes.”
He used the axe handle to easily secure me in place, which bit into my thigh muscles. I loved the twinge of pain. The rush of release was already percolating in my balls. My toes twitched.
A scalding stripe slid across my hole—KC’s tongue—and that was it. Sparks rushed through me faster than a tornado, swirling around and lighting every piece of me on fire. My balls drew up and my cock pulsed, shocking me. I choked myself a couple of times because my instinct was to curl forward with each burst of cum that rocketed out of my cock. The lack of air only made things better.
Because of the angle KC was forcing my body into, every drop of cum drenched my face. A few salty bursts landed in my mouth until I closed it.
The cum rapidly cooled, and I shuddered. My face heated and I was oddly aware of it because of the early morning chill.
“What the fuck do I look like?” I asked in a daze.