11. Nash

11

NASH

“ P lease...” Flora whispers.

She’s beautiful like this, her cheeks flushed, her body trembling in anticipation of what’s to come. I step closer, savoring the power I hold over her.

“Please, what, little bird?” I ask softly, my voice husky with need.

She hesitantly bites her lip before whispering, “Please take me.”

My breath catches at her words. This power exchange—it’s more than physical. She’s handing me her trust making herself vulnerable and, somehow it feels like here, now with us, is the first time she’s ever done that of her own free will. We’re the first to see her like this—completely exposed and wanting.

I know what she asks, but I want to hear her say it. I want her to acknowledge the deeper surrender that’s taking place here tonight. “You want me to fuck you?”

She nods, a mix of shame and desire flitting across her face.

“Say it,” I coax, my voice gentle but firm. “Use your words, baby.”

Her eyes meet mine, and I see not just desire but a deeper need for connection. “I want you to fuck me, Nash. Please.”

Hearing my name on her lips sends a bolt of desire straight to my cock. I ache to be inside her, to claim her, but I force myself to take it slow.

I lean in and whisper, “You’re doing so well. So fucking brave. But I want to hear you say it again. I want you to tell me exactly what you need.”

Her breath catches, and her chest rises and falls rapidly as she processes my request. “I need you to fuck me, Nash. I need you to make me forget.”

“Forget what, angel?” Colt asks.

“Everything,” she says softly, her eyes not meeting mine. “Make me forget it all.”

I rub the head of my dick through her wet pussy, soaking wet with her arousal and Colt’s release. I feel my cock throb at the thought of being coated by both of them. “I can do that. I can make you forget. But first, I want you to look at me.”

Her eyes lift to meet mine, and I see the hope reflected there. I tilt her chin up with my finger, exposing her slender neck. “That’s it. Look at me while I take you. Watch me as I make you mine.”

Her body tenses beneath me, a delicate mix of fear and excitement. I reach out and cup her breast with one hand, pinching her tight nipple gently, then harder until she gasps.

I position myself at her entrance, the tip of my cock teasing her wetness. With my hand, I guide myself into her, inch by inch, savoring the way she clenches around me.

“There you go, little bird,” I murmur. “Take it all.”

Her breath catches as I sink into her, her eyes flicking to Colt, who watches us with his hand on his still semi-hard cock. I hold her gaze, watching the emotions play across her face: uncertainty, arousal, and something deeper.

I pull out slowly, enjoying the way she whimpers at the loss, then thrust back into her with purpose. I set a relentless pace, her soft body arching with each stroke. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper.

I love the shape of her. Those full breasts moving without restraint, that slender waist that widens out into womanly hips. She’s soft and sweet, sexy and lithe all at once.

And Colt, for the first time I can let my eyes take him in without stealing a glance and then feeling ashamed about it. His strong legs, narrow hips, and the hint of hair that travels from his belly button down to the base of that cock. I think of all the times I’ve wanted to… no, I’ve never let myself go there.

Colt steps closer, his eyes flicking between us, taking in the sight of my cock disappearing into her, over and over. I can see the need in his eyes, and I wonder if it’s the sight of my dick or her cunt that gets him going.

“You like that, don’t you? Feeling so full.”

She nods, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes... oh God, yes.”

I pull out and thrust back into her, my pace increasing. Her body responds to mine, our rhythm perfectly in sync. Colt moves closer, his hand still on his cock, his eyes fixed on the place where we join.

“Look at him, Flora,” I command softly. “Look at what you do to him.”

Her eyes flicker to Colt, taking in the strain on his face, the way his hand moves faster on his cock. “You make him hard, little bird. He wants you just as much as I do.”

I lean down to whisper, “You want to be filled, don’t you? Want to be so full you forget your own name.”

She whimpers, her head tipping back.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want...” She pauses, her hands gripping my shoulders, her legs tightening around my waist. “I want Colt in my mouth… I want to taste him.”

Colt growls, and I know he’s imagining it too—her lips wrapped around his shaft, her tongue swirling.

“You want my cock in your mouth?” Colt’s voice is rough, strained. “That pretty mouth of yours is watering for it, isn't it? Almost as much as your cunt is dripping for Nash to fuck you.”

She nods, her cheeks flushed. “Yes.”

Colt drops to his knees by the side of her head, his cock resting on her thick lips. Flora turns her head toward him and wraps those pretty lips around Colt, and I feel her muscles clamp down on me as she focuses on him. She moans while I continue to thrust, slow and deep.

Colt’s eyes meet mine, and I don’t look away this time. I see the raw hunger in his eyes. We’ve danced around our desire, but now, with Flora writhing between us, the truth is laid bare.

Colt’s eyes darken as he looks at me, and I know he’s thinking the same thing. With her haunting beauty and bruised soul, this woman has the power to unravel us. She makes us feel things we’ve kept buried.

I thrust into Flora, my pace increasing as my need builds. Colt’s hand tangles in her hair, guiding her farther down on his shaft. She gags slightly but then relaxes, taking more of him in. He lets out a low groan, his eyes squeezing shut as he savors the sensation.

“That’s it, angel. Take it all,” he says hoarsely.

Her eyes flutter open, and she meets my gaze. Her walls clench around me, and I know she’s close. I find her clit with my thumb and begin to rub circles, my tempo matching my thrusts.

“You’re so beautiful like this. So fucking gorgeous,” Colt says, his voice strained.

I continue to thumb her clit. “Come for us. Let us see you fall apart.”

Her breath hitches, and her eyes squeeze shut as her walls tighten like a vise around me. I feel her release, the wet heat of it, and I thrust through it, wanting to draw out her pleasure.

“I’m close,” Colt says hoarsely. “Her mouth is so fucking good.”

I pull out of Flora slowly, and she makes a noise of protest, her eyes fluttering open. “Shh, I’m not done with you yet. But first, I want you on all fours, giving him full access to your pretty little throat.”

I position her on her hands and knees in front of Colt. She looks up at him and then takes him into her mouth again.

Colt threads his fingers through her hair, guiding her further onto his length. “Good girl. Take me to the hilt.”

As Flora takes Colt’s length into her throat, I position myself behind her and sink inside. Her walls clench around me, milking me, and I groan, my hands gripping her hips tightly.

Colt’s eyes squeeze shut. “Holy hell, that mouth is perfect, angel. I can’t get enough.”

She moans, the vibration making his hips jerk in response. Her walls clench around my cock, and I know she’s close again. This time, I can’t hold back. I thrust into her, and she cries out, the sound muffled by Colt’s cock in her mouth.

“You like that, baby? Like being filled from both ends?” I ask.

She nods, her eyes squeezing shut as she loses herself in the pleasure.

Colt’s hand moves to her jaw. “Take me deep.”

I thrust into her, my pace increasing. “Take everything we give you like a good little slut.”

She whimpers, her body trembling. Colt groans, his eyes rolling back.

“Such a good girl,” he says hoarsely. “You’re making me so hard.”

I lean down, my mask brushing her ear. “You’re making me hard, too, baby. So fucking hard.”

I pull out slowly, and she whimpers, her body begging for more. I snap my hips forward, burying myself back inside her, and she cries out.

“I’m close,” he says, his voice strained. “I’m gonna come in your mouth. You ready for that?”

She nods as she sucks him eagerly.

“Keep going, little bird. You can do it,” I coax, my movements becoming frantic. “I want to feel you come again.”

Her walls clench around me, her body arching as she loses herself in the pleasure. I feel her juices drip down my cock, and I know she’s falling apart.

Colt’s hand tightens in her hair, and he groans, his hips thrusting forward as he fills her mouth with his release. “Drink every drop. Swallow it all down.”

Her throat works as she swallows, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. I pull out slowly, savoring the sensation of her walls milking me, then thrust back into her, my own release building.

“There you go,” I whisper, my voice low. “Drink him down as I bury myself inside you.”

She whimpers, her body shaking as she comes again, her mouth still wrapped around Colt’s cock. I thrust into her a few more times, burying myself deep inside her and filling her with cum.

“So good,” I whisper, kissing her shoulder. “So fucking perfect.”

Colt pulls out of her mouth, and she turns her head, her eyes meeting mine. I see the satisfaction in her gaze, the softness that comes after falling apart.

“You did so well, angel,” Colt says gently. “So fucking brave.”

She smiles softly, her cheeks flushed, her body trembling. “Thank you for… everything.”

I lean down, lifting my mask enough to kiss her lips softly. “We’re not done with you yet, little bird.”

Colt chuckles, his eyes darkening as he looks at me. “Oh no, we’re far from done.”

I watch Flora’s face, memorizing every detail of this moment. Her breath still comes in small catches, and my heart pounds with more than just the physical exertion.

Colt’s presence feels different now. The tension between us has shifted into something new, catalyzed by Flora’s arrival. I catch his gaze, and neither of us looks away. There’s an understanding, a bridge built over the chasm we’ve maintained.

Flora trembles slightly between us, and I’m struck by how perfectly she fits. Not just physically, but in the space between Colt and me—a space I never knew needed filling until now. She’s like a missing piece we didn’t realize we were searching for.