41. Nash

41

NASH

I reach into the box beneath our small Christmas tree and pull out two packages, catching Colt’s knowing smile. Flora watches with curiosity as we each unwrap our new masks—mine a sleek black skull, his the familiar white but reimagined with more sinister details.

“Remember our first night together, little bird?” I ask, running my fingers along the mask’s smooth surface.

Flora’s breath catches, her eyes widening with recognition. The memory of chasing her through the forest sparks something within her.

“Want to play tonight?” Colt asks, his voice low and teasing as he holds up his mask.

She nods eagerly, already backing toward the door.

I shake my head at Colt’s suggestion of the forest. “Too cold out there tonight, but...” I tap my fingers against the mask. “The training tent’s been heated all day. That’s your destination, little bird.”

Flora’s eyes light up with understanding. The tent will give us privacy, warmth, and ample equipment to make things interesting.

“Twenty seconds,” Colt declares, sliding his white mask into place. “Start running.”

Flora lets out an excited squeal and bolts through the door, giggling. We step outside and begin the count as her footsteps crunch in the snow, her beautiful silhouette racing toward the training tent.

I secure my skull mask, sharing a look with Colt. The familiar thrill of the hunt courses through me. Flora wants to be caught. She’s chosen this game, chosen us.

“Think she’ll make it to the tent before we catch her?” Colt asks, his voice muffled behind his mask.

“Let’s find out.” I check my new pocket watch. “Time’s up.”

We enter the cold night air, following Flora’s tracks in the fresh snow. Her laughter echoes ahead of us, carried on the winter wind, drawing us toward our bounty.

I race after Flora, Colt at my side, our boots crunching through the fresh snow. Her laughter carries on the wind, urging us forward. We’re close, so close to catching her before she reaches the tent, but she puts on a burst of speed at the last moment and slips inside.

Colt curses under his breath, but I can hear the excitement in his voice.

We enter the tent, its warmth contrasting with the biting cold outside. The space is filled with training equipment—silks, trapezes, and mats—providing ample hiding spots for our clever little bird.

“Where do you think she’s hiding?” Colt asks, his eyes scanning the tent.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. “Spread out. She’s here somewhere.”

We move through the tent, checking behind equipment and under mats. Each empty hiding spot only fuels my anticipation. I can almost feel Flora’s presence, her barely contained excitement and fear.

A soft rustle draws my attention to a stack of mats in the corner. I motion to Colt, and we approach slowly, stalking our prey.

“Come out, come out, little bird,” I call, my voice low and teasing. “We know you’re here.”

Another rustle, a stifled giggle. She’s close.

I crouch down, peering into the small space between the mats and the wall. In the shadows, I glimpse her wide, excited eyes.

“Got you,” I whisper, reaching for her.

She lets out a delighted shriek and tries to scramble away, but Colt is there, blocking her escape. We converge on her, pulling her out from her hiding spot and into our arms.

“Caught you,” Colt growls, his hands roaming over her body.

Flora squirms in our grasp, her breath coming in quick gasps.

I tighten my grip on Flora’s wrists, pressing her into the mats as she squirms against us. She bites down on my gloved hand, her eyes flashing with feral determination. The sensation sends a jolt through me, igniting something primal.

“Fight all you want,” Colt says, his voice dark with desire. “You’re not going to stop us.”

I nod, stepping back as he produces a length of silk rope. With practiced ease, he secures Flora’s wrists, her struggle only fueling our mounting need to possess her.

She continues to kick and struggle as Colt ties each of her ankles to her thighs, keeping her restrained and open to us. Our girl’s eyes flashed with fury. “Stop it! I don’t want this!”

Colt tears open Flora’s shirt, exposing her breasts to the cool air and making her skin pebble with goosebumps. She arches her back in a silent plea for more.

“Please, no,” she whimpers, attempting to cover herself.

“We know what you want,” Colt says.

I reach for the waistband of her leggings, my fingers curling around the elastic to yank them off.

“Stop fighting,” I murmur, trailing kisses along her spine. “Let us give you what you crave.”

Her breath comes in short gasps as I nip at her earlobe, my hand sliding between her thighs. She’s so wet, ready for us, even as she struggles against her restraints.

Colt pushes her thighs apart to expose her to my touch. I stroke her gently, feeling her tremble. Flora’s eyes squeeze shut, her lips parting as she succumbs to the pleasure.

I lean in. “You like that, don’t you, little bird?”

She whimpers, her body arching into my touch. “No, please stop.”

I step back, observing as Colt strips his clothes and settles onto the mats, his powerful body relaxed. He’s lying in wait, ready to claim her as I deliver her to him. Our little bird is squirming in my grasp, but it’s all part of the game. Colt’s dark eyes shine with anticipation, fixated on her. She’ll submit to him, but first, she’ll struggle.

“Give her to me,” he growls, his voice filled with an urgency that matches mine.

This moment, the anticipation, the chase, the surrender—it’s what we’ve been craving. I lower Flora over Colt, feeling her fight against her bonds as she hangs suspended above him, my hands tucked under her upper arms to position her easily. Slowly, I lower her, her core aligning with his eager cock.

“Do it, damn it,” he snarls, reaching up to grasp her hips.

I let go, and she is impaled in a single act onto his length, taking him deep inside her. A soft whimper escapes her lips, and her eyes widen.A frustrated cry escapes her, ever the fucking wildcat.

Colt’s hands slide up her thighs, gripping her ass as he holds her still. “Scream all you want, baby. No one’s coming to save you.”

She bucks against him, her breath coming in short gasps. “No, please, let me go!”

Even as she pleads, her body betrays her; judging by Colt’s expression, her tight pussy is clenching around him as he fills her, thighs held wide open by the ropes binding them to her ankles. Her muscles strain around him, fighting against the ropes, keeping her immobile and at our mercy. It’s a dance we’ve performed before, a ballet of seduction and control.

Colt’s hands slide up her body, claiming her breasts as he moves beneath her. Her cries of protest continue, but beneath them, I hear the soft moans of pleasure.

“Time to shut this dirty little bird up.” My voice is rough with need.

Her eyes widen at the declaration, and she presses her lips together defiantly. I smirk, stepping closer and reaching for my waistband. I can feel her gaze on me as I strip, my arousal thick and heavy in my hand.

I stroke my rock-hard cock, pressing it to her lips.

“Open wide, little bird,” I murmur. “Surrender that pretty mouth of yours.”

Flora’s eyes flash defiantly, and she pinches her lips together.

“We’re playing that game, are we?” I ask, pinching her nose to force her mouth open.

A frustrated growl escapes her lips which I silence with a thrust of my hips, choking her with my dick. A groan tears from me at the feel of her mouth and the subtle caress of her tongue. Using my free hand, I take a fistful of her hair and take control.

“Those gorgeous lips of yours belong wrapped around my cock. Deep-throating me while Colt fucks you.”

Flora moans around me, and I hold her hair back, giving her a clear path to worship me. Thrusting gently into the back of her throat, Colt pounds into her.

Colt’s not going to last much longer from the sounds he’s making, meaning it’s time to test Flora’s capacity for pleasure.

As I pull out, Flora’s lips are connected to me by a string of saliva.

“Lie back on Colt’s chest like a good girl,” I order.

Colt steads her as she complies,)her eyes alight with curiosity as she rests on Colt’s chest.

“Why?” she asks, her voice laced with anticipation.

“No questions,” I respond, a hint of authority in my tone.

Her breath hitches as I kneel before her, grabbing her thighs and forcing them wider.

Slowly, I rub the head of my cock against her clit, feeling her body’s instinctive response.

Colt continues his assault on Flora, fucking her hard and rough. Her breath comes in short gasps as he takes her in a reclined reverse cowgirl position, her body moving in perfect harmony with his thrusts.

Leaning down, I trace Flora’s clit with my tongue, teasing her. Colt’s hands grip her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guides her motions. I reach down, palming Colt’s balls while my tongue edges Flora, feeling their weight in my hand. A groan escapes him when I massage them. And suddenly, Flora’s flying apart. Her body shudders violently, and her cunt floods his dick with her release. I drag my tongue from her clit, tracing lazy patterns on her inner thigh.

Colt’s hand tightens on her hip, his cock still buried deep inside her. His breath comes in harsh gasps, his body stiffening as he fights for control.

He tenses as my mouth hovers over his balls, hesitating for just a moment before I take one into my mouth, sucking gently.

“Fuck,” he groans.

I hum against him, savoring the way his hands tighten on Flora, holding her still as he fights for release. I take his other ball into my mouth, swirling my tongue.

“Nash, stop fucking about,” he pants.

“Fine, let me in her cunt while you take her tight little ass.”

Colt groans, and Flora lets out a whimper of protest as he withdraws.

I rock her bound, helpless form back toward his shoulders, just enough to release his length from her pussy. Making eye contact with him, I smirk, knowing what he’s thinking by his nod. My cock is throbbing, aching for release, and I stroke it gently as I position his head at her tight hole until his pierced cock slips in, easily coated with her release.

“Come on, little bird,” I murmur, meeting her gaze. “Take it all like our good girl.”

Her eyes spark with desire as I ease him inside her until he is buried fully into her ass. Giving her only a moment to adjust, I press my cock to her soaked cunt and slowly fill her until we have both fully disappeared into her depths.

A groan escapes me as her head rocks back against Colt’s chest, her lips parted as she savors the sensation.

“Fuck yes,” she moans, lips parting. “Please fuck me, both of you.”

Setting a torturous pace, we fuck her in deep, slow thrusts allowing her to adjust to the fullness. I use her thighs for leverage as Colt grasps both breasts firmly in his hands to do the same, giving us complete dominion over her.

Colt groans. “Such a good girl. Take his beautiful dick, every inch.”

We pick up the pace, bouncing her between us.

I palm her breasts as she moves, my thumbs flicking her right nipple as Colt’s hand grips her left breast to anchor her in place.

Her gaze falls to where our bodies join, her eyes dark with lust as she watches herself take me. Colt takes hold of her throat with his other hand, squeezing gently.

“Look at you, taking it like you were made for this,” he whispers, his thumb caressing her jaw. “Damn, you’re perfect.”

“More,” she pants. “Please.”

Colt chuckles, his thumb rubbing circles around her left nipple as he bites her shoulder.He releases his grip on Flora’s throat. “Ready to take it to the next level?”

Flora whimpers, her body tensing. “Yes,” she breathes.

“Relax, angel.” His voice is gentle but firm. “Let it happen.”

Flora bites her lip. She knows what to expect, and I can see the determination in her eyes.

Her inner walls flutter around my cock. Her eyes squeeze shut as we fuck her harder. “Good girl.”

Colt’s fingers dance over the sensitive flesh, teasing her nipples with pinches and strokes. I watch her face, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent cry as we take her body. Her pussy clenches around me, her cries growing louder as her pleasure mounts.

“Feel good, baby?” I murmur, reaching up to play with her nipples.

She whimpers, her hips jerking.

She bites her lip, nodding slowly. “Please,” she begs.

Colt slicks up his cock and moves closer, his eyes fixed on Flora’s ass.

I hold my breath, savoring the feel of his dick sliding against mine.

The hot, tight squeeze of her body around both of us makes me groan. Flora cries out, her body tensing at the enormity of the sensations. Her cries of pleasure join Colt’s guttural groans.

The slide of Colt’s cock between the thin membrane against mine makes Flora’s pussy feel so damn tight. Colt’s teeth grit as he fights for control.

“Fuck, yes,” Colt grits out, his fingers digging into Flora’s soft flesh.

I lean forward, my lips close to her ear. “How does it feel, little bird?”

“Full,” she moans, tossing her head back. “Tight.”

Colt grunts in response, his cock pounding into her ass harder with our increased rhythm. As I rock into her, it slides her up his chest and his cock a few inches out of her. With each thrust forward, he grips her breast and throat, using that leverage to impale her onto him again.

Colt and I always find a perfect rhythm, slamming into her holes in tandem. We find our rhythm, moving as one. Her strangled moans fill the tent, echoing off the canvas, spurring us on.

Our thrusts become more urgent, our need building to a crescendo. Flora feels amazing, Colt’s cock rubbing against mine, making it almost impossible not to come apart.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Colt grunts, his hands sliding up her body to reclaim her breasts. “So fucking tight.”

I groan in agreement, leaning over her to find her mouth in a kiss. Her tongue duels with mine as I thrust into her. The slide of her body against mine is exquisite, torture and bliss all at once.

Colt bites the back of her neck, marking her like a fucking animal. My hands move to her ass, kneading the firm flesh, spreading her wide for him. She’s so fucking beautiful, so responsive, and her cries grow louder as we take her harder.

“You like being stuffed so full, don’t you?” Colt growls, his hips pistoning into her. “Bet you never thought two cocks inside you would feel so damn good.”

Fuck. It feels so good. My balls slap against Colt’s with each thrust. Her walls flutter around me, contracting and releasing, warning me she’s close.

“Come for us, little bird,” I groan, biting my lip as my orgasm threatens to overpower me.

“Let it take you,” Colt commands. “Give in to the fire we spark inside you.”

Flora’s breath catches, and her body stiffens. “I—I can’t,” she whimpers, her eyes squeezed shut. “It’s too much.”

Colt’s hand releases one of her thighs. Finding her clit he begins to rub. I watch him tease her with his fingers. Her skin gleams with sweat, and her muscles quiver with the effort of holding back, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

Her lack of obedience forces Colt to wrap his hand gently but firmly around Flora’s throat, leaving him nothing else to concentrate on. “When you come for us, baby, you breathe,” he growls.

Colt doesn’t let up, fingers dancing over her clit relentlessly. “That’s it, baby,” he whispers. “Come on. Let go.”

Flora arches her back. “Fuck. Nash! Colt!” she cries both our names as she shatters violently into the first breath he allows her. It feels like I fucking died and went to heaven. Her muscles flutter and contract around me, making her already tight cunt strangle my cock so fucking good I nearly see stars. My hips stutter, and Colt growls as he loses control. The pulse of his cock throbbing against mine as he reaches his climax drives me insane.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his hips snapping forward one last time.

I keep thrusting into Flora, not wanting this moment to end, wanting to stay forever connected to her and Colt in this way, but my body betrays me, and I fly apart moments after Colt, filling her with my release as I bury myself deep.

For a moment, we stay in the same position with our bodies connected, breathing heavily. Colt’s hand finds my shoulder, his touch electric. In the dim light of the lanterns in the tent, his striking blue eyes glow as if on fire.

Colt breaks eye contact first and slides out of Flora slowly, and I follow suit, aware of her soft whimpers of protest. We shift into our preferred side-by-side cuddle with Flora between us.

I stretch out next to her, pulling her into my arms as she nuzzles into my chest. She mumbles something about needing tissues, and I chuckle, kissing her mussed hair. “I’ve got you, little bird.”

Colt hands me a box of tissues, and I wipe her gently, aware of her sensitive state. We remain quiet, our hearts slowing.

“That was...” Flora trails off, searching for the right words. “Incredible,” she finishes. “Really incredible.”

Colt nods. “Yeah. It was.”

I thread my fingers through her hair, brushing it away from her face. “It was perfect.”

Flora’s eyes shine with love as she pulls back to look at both of us on the training mats.

“I love you both so much,” she whispers. A playful smile crosses her face. “And I was thinking... I’d like to do more of this chasing in the future.”

Colt’s eyes darken, and my spent dick twitches.

“You know what would be hot?” Flora’s voice holds a note of mischief. “If you two chased each other and tried to overpower each other.”

I look at Colt, seeing my hunger reflected in his gaze. The idea of him hunting me, of fighting for dominance, sends a thrill through me. There’s no awkwardness now, no holding back. We’re all together, completely and openly.

“What do you think?” I ask Colt, though I already know his answer from how his body has tensed with anticipation.

“I think our little bird has excellent ideas,” he replies, his voice rough with desire.

Flora beams, clearly pleased with herself for suggesting it. The dynamic between us has shifted into something deeper, more complete. No more pretending, no more denial. Just the three of us, exactly as we’re meant to be.