44. Nash

44

NASH

One month later…

F lora’s graceful form cuts through the glittering afternoon light as she executes a perfect aerial split. Her movements flow like water, each transition smoother than the last. Three months of living together deepened our connection, making our performances seamless.

Colt spots from below, his strong hands ready, though we all know Flora won’t fall. His shoulder has healed completely, and the way he moves now shows no trace of the old injury. My chest swells with pride, seeing them work together.

“Perfect form, little bird,” I call up to Flora as she transitions into a drop sequence. The silk wraps around her legs, and she descends in a controlled spiral that takes my breath away.

The routine we’re practicing isn’t particularly challenging anymore since we’ve performed it dozens of times. But there’s something magical about watching the two people I love most move in perfect synchronization.

Colt catches Flora as she dismounts, and I can’t help but smile at the tender kiss he places on her forehead. When they look at me, their eyes shine with love.

We don’t need words anymore. With a simple glance or a slight touch, we understand each other. What started as a complex dance of desire and protection has evolved into something pure and unshakeable.

“What are you thinking about?” Flora interrupts my thoughts, her eyes searching mine with her beautiful hazel gaze.

I shake my head, unable to meet her eyes now. Colt’s gaze is on me, curious, but he stays silent.

“You’ve been quiet lately. Distant, almost.” Flora sits beside me, her hand brushing mine where it rests on my thigh. “What’s on your mind, Nash?”

My heart hammers in my chest. I’ve imagined this conversation a hundred times, but now that it’s here, my tongue feels thick and clumsy.

“Something... I want,” I begin, searching for the right words. I think of the night she suggested we chase her, my mind spinning with the possibilities. How could I have known that it would lead me here? “It’s... a fantasy.”

Flora’s eyes widen, and she leans forward, suddenly intrigued. She knows how much our fantasies have driven this unconventional relationship of ours.

“I want to be chased.” My voice is hoarse. “I want to be the one running like you were that night.”

Flora’s eyes darken with desire, but she waits for me to continue.

“And I want Colt to chase me.” I pause. “I want him to force me. To take me while he wears that mask of his.”

Her eyes flicker to Colt, then back to me. “What else?”

I swallow, my mouth dry as I say the words I’ve never voiced before. “And I want you there, too. Watching, touching... sucking my dick too. Even riding me while I’ll tell you to stop.”

There, it’s out. The deepest, darkest desire that’s been gnawing at my insides for a while. I wait, breath held, for her reaction.

Flora’s eyes burn with an intense heat, and her voice is a husky whisper. “Tell me more.”

Relief washes over me, swiftly followed by desire. “It’s a power play,” I begin. I want to feel pursued, hunted even, and taken by force.”

“Goddamn, it’s hot,” Flora remarks, wiping a strand of hair from her face. Her eyes shine mischievous light, reminding me of the first night. That night changed everything—it unlocked something within me.

Colt interrupts my fantasy. “Why this sudden urge to be chased?” His eyes are unreadable.

But he senses the weight behind my request, I can tell. He knows me too well.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “It’s not so sudden. It’s been building for a while.” I hesitate, struggling to find the words to explain something deeply personal and buried. “When I was a kid, in one of my foster homes...”

I trail off, the memories swirling in my mind like dark clouds. They wait patiently, offering silent encouragement.

“I was... abused,” I whisper. “By one of the older boys in the home.”

Colt’s eyes narrow, his protective instincts no doubt kicking in. I hold up a hand to ward off his questions, needing to get it all out in my own time. “It went on for a few years. I was only ten when it started.”

Flora makes a small noise beside me, reaching for my hand. I squeeze it tightly, grateful for her presence.

“I felt your need for vengeance so strongly, Flora. I knew what you were going through, though my experience wasn’t exactly the same.” I pause, the old wounds aching. “I knew the pain, the powerlessness, the shame.”

Colt’s eyes glow with a fierce intensity. “I’m sorry, Nash. I never knew. Do you know if that bastard ever got what was coming to him?”

I shake my head. “He ran away. But it doesn’t matter now. It’s over, in the past.”

“When I watched Flora that night, how free she became after we chased her...” I squeeze her hand tighter, drawing strength from her presence. “I saw something change in her. Like she took back control by giving it up willingly.”

My throat tightens. “I need that, too. To heal the wounds and take back power. Making memories where I give up control and trust the person taking it.”

Flora’s fingers trace patterns on my palm as I continue. “I’ve spent years building walls, staying in control. But seeing how Flora healed, how she found freedom in submission—it made me realize I’m still carrying chains from my past. I long to submit, too.”

Colt moves closer, his presence solid and reassuring. “I want you to be the one to chase me,” I tell him. “I trust you completely. I know you’ll understand what this means.”

“And I want Flora there,” I add, turning to her. “Because she knows. She understands what it’s like to reclaim yourself through surrender.”

The weight of years lifts from my shoulders as I speak. For so long, I’ve hidden this part of myself, buried it under layers of control and perfectionism. But here, with these two people who love me, I can finally let it surface.

“I need to heal,” I whisper. “And I think this might be the way.”

Colt steps closer to me. His eyes burn with the same intensity I feel simmering inside. His thumb brushes my lower lip, sending a spark of electricity through me. “Okay. I’d do anything for you,” he mutters before glancing at Flora. “Both of you. You sure you want this, Nash?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“Then get on your hands and knees.”

Without hesitation, I sink to my knees, desire coursing through my veins. My heart hammers as I lean forward, bracing myself on my hands and bending low, offering myself to him.

“That’s my good boy.” Colt’s voice is rough with arousal as he yanks down my shorts and then rips a hole in my leotard. “You look fucking perfect like that.”

My cock throbs as I wait, my entire body on edge.

“Flora, come help me get him relaxed while I prep his ass.” Colt’s voice cuts through the charged silence. “If we’re gonna do this, he must be lubed up before the chase.”

Her soft footsteps pad closer, and she drops onto her knees beside me, rubbing my dick which is straining against my leotard. “Relax, baby. Just let go for us.”

I inhale sharply through my nose. My heart pounds as Colt steps behind me, his strong hands caressing my hips. Without warning, he spreads my cheeks and presses the tip of a cold, lubed dildo against my hole.

My eyes squeeze shut at the slight burn, even though I’ve gotten used to getting my ass stretched. “Fuck,” I hiss through gritted teeth.

“Shh, just breathe through it,” Flora coos, her fingers threading through my hair, tugging slightly. Her lips press against the sensitive skin of my neck, her free hand rubbing my cock.

Colt’s thick finger circles my rim, adding more lube as he slowly pushes the toy inside me. “That’s it, bear down and let it slip inside you,” he whispers, his hot breath fanning the nape of my neck.

“Yes, sir,” I breathe.

“That’s our good boy,” Flora praises, her lips ghosting the shell of my ear, her touch teasing. Damn, she knows exactly how to play this game.

Colt thrusts the dildo all the way inside, adding more lube to get me ready and stretched. “Christ,” I pant, the pleasure overwhelming. “Feels so good.”

The dildo presses deeper, and I cry out, my elbows collapsing as I let my forehead rest on the mat. Colt’s fingers grip my hips, holding me in place as he moves the toy in and out. “You like that dildo in your tight ass, baby?”

“Yes,” I manage, my voice hoarse with need. “More, please.”

The pressure on my prostate sends sparks of pleasure through me, and I moan, my whole body trembling. My precum leaks through my leotard and onto Flora’s hand.

Colt pulls the dildo out, and the sudden emptiness has me gritting my teeth. My entire body tingles with need, and the cool air on my exposed skin sends goosebumps across my flesh.

“You ready, baby?” Colt asks, his eyes dark with desire. “This is your fantasy, so you set the rules. Bubblegum work as your safe word, same as Flora?”

I nod, my voice a hoarse whisper. “Bubblegum. And I’m ready.”

Colt pulls my shorts back into place to hide the hole in my leotard for the chase.

“All right, then run.” Colt’s voice is rough. “Run for your fucking life,” he growls as he slides his mask over his face.

My pulse pounds in my ears as I get to my feet and tear out of the tent. As I sprint toward the forest, I hear Colt and Flora start the countdown. “Ten... nine... eight...”

I push harder, feeling the burn in my thighs and the cold wind against my sweaty skin. Their distant voices echo through the carnival, counting down.

My footsteps eat up the ground, weaving through the carnival grounds. I quicken my pace, wanting to put some distance between us.

The adrenaline surges through my veins, spurring me on. I take a sharp left, veering off the path to cut through the supply tents. My heart races as I catch glimpses of Colt through the trees, his fast stride never wavering. His boots pound the ground, drawing relentlessly closer.

“Where are you, pretty boy?” His voice is rough. “Don’t you wanna feel my cock inside you?”

My traitorous cock twitches in response to his words, making it difficult to focus on running. Even so, I move my limbs faster, the muscles in my thighs burning. Part of me wants to give in, to let him catch me, but another part wants to run forever, chasing this high.

His shouts grow louder, and I take another sharp turn, cutting between two huge tree trunks.

“You can’t hide from me,” Colt taunts, his voice frighteningly close now. “I’ll find you, and when I do, I’m gonna fuck you so good.”

His words drive me crazy, making me moan despite myself. I’m torn between wanting to escape and desperately wishing he’d catch me, take me, claim me.

I reach the main path again, but my legs feel like lead. Colt’s footsteps echo behind me. Suddenly, his hand shoots out, wrapping around my bicep, and he pulls me to a halt.

Spinning me around, he slams me against a tree. The rough surface bites into my skin.

I struggle against Colt, my body humming with adrenaline as I try to break free.

“Stop fighting me,” he growls, his hips grinding against mine. “You want this.”

“Fuck off,” I snarl, my hands balling into fists. I swing, my fist connecting with his jaw.

Colt grunts, but he doesn’t let go. His lips find my pulse point, sucking and biting as he explores my neck, making my skin sing with sensation.

I try to shove him away, but it’s like pushing against a wall. Colt’s stronger than me, and when he wants something, he’s relentless.

“Please,” I manage to get out. “Don’t.”

Colt rips my shorts off and then tears apart my leotard entirely, leaving me completely exposed. His hand wraps around my hard cock, stroking. “So hard,” he growls in my ear. “Does me chasing you make you hard? Bet you were imagining me tearing apart your ass once I caught you.”

I grapple with Colt, fighting against his hold. My chest heaves with exertion, and I grunt, attempting to shove him away. But his grip is like steel, his eyes glittering with fierce determination.

My words fail me as he pins me against the tree, his mouth descending on mine, his tongue demanding entry. I twist my head to the side, evading his hungry kiss.

“Let me go,” I snarl, struggling in earnest now. Something about his dominant nature sparks my defiance, and I can’t submit so easily. Not this time.

Colt grins, the icy blue of his eyes darkening with lust. “I don’t think so.” His hands move swiftly, and before I know it, my wrists are bound together with the thick rope he pulls from his back pocket. The rough fibers bite into my skin as he secures my hands in front of me.

“Let me go, damn it!” I strain against the bonds.

My rational mind knows I’m trapped, but something deep within me refuses to yield.

“Ask me nicely to fill that pretty ass,” Colt challenges, his fingers stroking my aching erection. “Beg for it.”

His touch sends shocks through me, and I buck my hips. “Fuck you!” I spit. I am at Colt’s mercy, and I can’t stop thinking about his cock plunging into me, taking what he wants with force.

Colt smirks, enjoying my struggle. “No, I’m going to fuck you.”

He maneuvers me, his strong hands gripping my hips and positioning me on the forest floor on my back. I glare at him, my heart pounding.

“No,” I whisper, my throat tight. “Don’t.”

Flora appears above me, watching as I’m wrestled into submission by Colt. “Fuck his ass, Colt. Make him scream,” she demands.

My legs and hips are pushed up in the air. I’m completely at Colt’s mercy. He groans, lining himself up with my prepared hole, his eyes trailing over my balls and landing on my rock-hard dick. Fuck. The way he looks at me undoes me.

“Tell me you don’t want it.”

“I don’t,” I lie, my breath catching as I feel the head of his cock.

“Liar,” he growls, his eyes dark and intense as he slams forward. The burn elicits a strangled cry from me as he pushes deep, burying himself inside me in one smooth stroke.

“Fuck!” I scream, trying to adjust to the stretch, the burn, the sensation of being filled so suddenly. “Too much!”

Colt stills, his hands gripping my hips as he waits for me to relax around him. “Fuck, this ass is fucking tight.” Colt moves inside me, my back sliding against the rough grass.

Flora kneels beside me and wraps her hand around my pulsing cock, stroking. I can’t help but thrust my hips into Colt, lost in the slide of our bodies, the way he fills me. “You like that?” Flora’s sweet voice cuts through the night. “Do you like him taking that tight ass of yours?”

I want this—to be taken, possessed, and marked by them both—but something inside me, some remaining fragment of control, makes me resist.

I shake my head, not wanting to put this into words.

Flora’s giggle is light and wicked. “Bullshit. Your dick is so fucking hard.”

“Fuck off,” I grit out, even though I know she’s right.

Colt thrusts into me, his hips snapping forward, and a groan escapes my lips.

Flora releases my cock and trails her fingers up my thigh, their path ending where our bodies join. “Look at you, taking that big cock so well.”

I gasp, my vision blurring as Colt’s pierced dick presses my prostate, making my dick leak. Flora laps at the tip, just tasting me. She knows how to play this game and push all my buttons.

The force of each thrust takes my breath away, but it’s not enough. I want more. I crave Flora’s touch, her beautiful body pressed against mine.

Her pretty eyes are locked on my cock, while Colt claims my ass. “It would be a shame to waste this beautiful hard cock,” she purrs, her voice laced with need. “I’m going to ride it.”

She sheds her clothes, revealing her stunning body. The sight of her sends even more blood pumping to my cock, making it ache for her.

Flora climbs onto me, breasts bouncing as she lines herself up with my dick. Her eyes glitter with desire as she sinks down, taking me inside her.

“Shit,” I breathe, the sensation overwhelming.

Colt continues his relentless thrusts. Flora rides me fast, her hair a golden halo around her face.

They move in sync, their rhythm perfect. Each thrust from Colt sends me deeper into Flora.

I attempt to roll my hips to guide our rhythm, but Colt’s grip is absolute. ‘No,’ he says, his voice strained. ‘You follow our lead.’

Flora rides me hard, her walls squeezing me, milking me. “So good,” she moans, her hands gripping my shoulders.

I want to thrust up into her, but Colt keeps me in place, pounding into my ass.

Her eyes lock with mine, the hazel depths turning darker with arousal. “Ride my cock, baby,” I hear myself say, my voice thick with desire. “Ride it hard.”

Obeying my command, she sets a furious rhythm. “I love your cock,” Flora moans before kissing me passionately, our tongues tangling.

All the while, Colt nails me with each thrust. “Yes,” I breathe, my entire body on fire. “More, please. Both of you.”

I buck my hips, Colt’s dick sinking deeper than I believed possible as I plunge into Flora. “So fucking tight,” he growls. “Gonna breed that ass, make you mine.”

Flora’s nails dig into my chest as she moves with fierce determination. “Come for me, Nash. I want to be filled with your cum.”

Her words send me over the edge, and I shout her name as I explode inside her. White-hot pleasure courses through my veins, and my body convulses with each pulse.

Colt’s thrusts become erratic, his grip on my hips tightening. “I’m gonna fuck you so good. Fill that ass up and mark you as mine,” Colt growls, coming apart and shooting his cum into my ass.

The sensation pushes me higher, and I bite Flora’s lip, finding sweet relief as her blood fills my mouth.

“Nash!” Flora cries out, her inner walls gripping me as she reaches her peak. Her breasts press against my chest as she collapses forward, her fingers digging into my chest. “Don’t stop,” she begs, her voice hoarse with need.

I thrust up into her, spurred on by her pleas. My cock pulses with aftershocks of pleasure, each one sending fresh spurts of cum deep inside her. I feel boneless, yet I continue to move, riding out our shared release.

Slowing to a stop, we pant, our chests heaving as we struggle to catch our breath. Colt’s arms wrap around us, pulling us close, our sweaty bodies pressed together.

Colt’s lips press against my temple, his kiss tender. “That was fucking incredible,” he whispers. “I love you both so goddamn much.”

Flora’s fingers thread through my hair, her nails gently scraping my scalp. “I needed that,” she breathes, her lips brushing my cheek as she grazes my ear with her teeth. “I love you both.”

Colt and I share a look over her shoulder, our eyes locking in silent communication. The intensity of this moment hits me.

Sitting upright with Flora still in my lap, Colt leans down and kisses my lips fiercely.

Pulling back, I gaze at Flora, my heart feeling too big for my chest.

As if reading my mind, she says, “Don’t overthink.” She cups my cheek, her thumb brushing my stubble. “We’re all here together. You’re safe.”

I turn my head, catching Colt’s eye. He smiles, dimples flashing. That smile always undoes me, revealing the man’s heart beneath the tough exterior.

“I love you both,” I whisper. I’m not usually one for sappy declarations, but what we did has obliterated my walls.

Colt pulls me in for another kiss, our lips and tongues tangling. Flora kisses my neck, and we slowly explore each other as if we’ve been doing this for years.

We’re all connected, bound together by more than just sex or shared secrets. It’s something deeper, an unbreakable link that defies explanation.

We continue, taking turns savoring each other, losing ourselves in the heady pleasure of skin-on-skin contact.

The forest floor is hard beneath me, but at this moment, I couldn’t care less. I’ve never felt so at home.

We remain like that for some time, basking in each other.

As the cool night air caresses our sweat-dampened skin, I realize we’ll have to move, even though I’m content to stay here forever, wrapped in them.

“I don’t want to let you go,” I murmur. “Ever.”

Colt’s hand squeezes my shoulder. “We’re not going anywhere.”

“We stick together,” Flora says, her voice steady. “Forever.”

I feel her lips press a kiss against my shoulder, and I tighten my arms around her. “Always,” I agree. It’s a promise, a vow among the three of us.