Page 23 of Bait (After the End #2)

Chapter Twelve

“Are you okay?” Torch looked wild as he rushed into the cabin. His eyes were roaming over me like he expected to find me bleeding out or something. “You were screaming like you were being killed,” he growled, with his gaze directed at my nakedness. Apparently, I’d taken my tank off too.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” I thought of covering myself with the sheet then decided maybe not and knelt on the bed. My tits were big, and they bounced a little when I shifted position. Torch noticed.

“I had a dream.” For some reason my hands made their way to my breasts, and I started playing with them. I pinched them a little and the sensation went right to my pussy.

“What kind of dream?” Torch asked, like we were having a normal conversation, and I couldn’t see the tent in his pants.

“That I was on your lap, while Candela licked my pussy.”

I could see his throat moving as he watched me play with myself. When he finally spoke, it was pure gravel. “Is that what you want?” I didn’t have a doubt in my mind about the answer to that question.

“Yes.” I wanted them both so badly. I was going crazy from it.

“You sure?” Torch’s voice was all garbled and his eyes were bright and wide.

I nodded, a little needy sob escaping me.

With every touch, I felt the pressure inside me ease and tighten at the same time.

His hands were what I needed, but it was not nearly enough.

“Does that feel good?” he asked as he took one nipple and worried it between his thumb and index finger.

I felt my core pulse at the contact and let out a whiny “so good.”

“I want you so much,” I told him as he gently laid me down so that I was on my back. His hands stayed on me. Every graze of his fingers on my skin made me shake with want. It was so powerful, the pull between us, like his hands were tugging on invisible strings inside me.

“I made myself come with my hands, but what I wanted was you.” A pained sound escaped his throat and even through the lust, I could see the conflict in his eyes.

“We are almost to the township. Once you get there, you might feel different about this.” He said the words like everything in him was fighting them.

There was something he wasn’t saying, and it was true that once I was with the rest of the people who had lived down there with us, things might feel different.

But not this, not him or Candela and what I wanted.

“I’m not asking for forever, Torch.” Even as I said it, it felt like a lie. “I need you. I want you. Both of you.”

What seemed to be a hundred different emotions passed through his face.

Guilt, want, regret, hunger. I knew this was all about his loyalty to Gregorio, but my brother wasn’t a prude, and he certainly wouldn’t have cared who I took to my bed, if it was what I wanted.

“If you don’t want me,” I started, but the words seemed to spur him into action.

“Of course, I fucking want you.” He was almost snarling now.

His cock was so hard I wondered how it wasn’t tearing through the fabric of his fatigues and his attention was laser-focused on the apex of my thighs.

“If we fuck you, that’s it, Alma. You belong to us.

I lost you once, and I’ll never do it again.

” His voice was low, but there was a roughness there I had never heard.

“I’m right here,” I told him as I ran my hand over my breasts, my belly. Our eyes locked as I touched myself. He sucked in a harsh breath.

“So hungry for you, Sass. Give me a taste.” I swiped a finger over my slit and offered him the soaked digit. He leaned down and sucked, his eyes rolling in his head as he tasted.

I couldn’t wait anymore. I was ready to beg if necessary.

“Torch, please.” I watched him hungrily as he lowered his zipper and pulled out his hard cock with one hand.

In a second I was kneeling again, eagerly waiting for it.

He pulled me closer, buried his nose in the crook of my neck and inhaled like he wanted to consume me.

“I’ve waited for you both for so long.” I held onto him, vibrating with need, and then he was gone.

I barely had time to react, and he was already wrenching the door open. “Valeria, she needs us.”

“Fuck, yeah.” Candela strode in with a grin on her face and her shirt already halfway off.

I grinned at the sight she made. Sexy and ready to ravish me.

As solemn and serious as Torch was, Cande was uninhibited.

The perfect combination for me. And for all her bluster I could see the emotions in her eyes, what this all meant to her.

I could see myself here, caught between a protector and an imp.

“Are you going to make me feel good, Candela?” Oh, that grin, it made me burn. Torch was naked now too, his long cock in hand. His chest had a smattering of hair, and I wanted to pull on it while I rode him.

“On your hands and knees, baby.” I had never obeyed an order faster. I looked between them as they had one of those silent conversations. Then Candela came to me.

“I’ve been wanting to get my hands on all this, sweetheart.” She grabbed my ass while she peppered kisses up my spine. She kneaded and tugged while I watched Torch’s cock with hunger. I was dripping, desperate for them.

“You want a taste of his cock?” Candela whispered in my ear. She was pinching one of my nipples, and I clenched each time she did.

“I do.” I licked my lips, and Torch let the head slide against them.

“Have you done this before?” he asked me, his voice breaking on the last word. His face was lined now. That same rugged handsomeness was there, but there was a fire too, a hunger I wanted to eat me whole.

“Not really, not all the way,” I shook my head. Embarrassed, not for what I had or hadn’t done, but because I wanted it so badly. “But I really wanted to.” Candela laughed then nipped my ear.

He came closer and I nuzzled the head of his cock. He gripped my hair, lifting my gaze to him. “Suck on the head, while Candela tastes you.” I nodded, eagerly, my mouth parted for him.

I whimpered, even as I felt Cande move and shift behind me.

Then her mouth was on me. The contact was electrifying.

I felt her tongue gliding against that part of me no one else had ever touched.

“So sweet, Alma,” she whispered, between licks.

Her fingers pried me open, and I moved against her while I lapped at Torch’s cock.

“Ah, yes, more.” I didn’t know who I was even talking to, but it didn’t matter, because Torch was filling my mouth and Cande was sliding her clever tongue over my clit and my whole body was shattering with pleasure.

“So good for us, baby,” Torch crooned as he ran his thumb over my stretched-out lips.

His cock pushing in and out. “You love a cock in your mouth, look at how good you take me. So hungry for it.” I was hungry for it.

God, his taste. I mewled as he pushed that fat cock into my mouth, as I felt the wet heat of Cande licking my pussy with perfect strokes.

I came again, pleasure exploding from my core all through my body.

I took Torch deep, and he made the most delicious sound.

It was this satisfied rumble in his chest that made my belly quiver.

I wanted to hear him like that always, pleased.

Eager for me, for my touch. “I love your mouth, but I need to be inside you. Is she ready for me, Candela?” My other lover slid her tongue inside me, thrust it in a few times, and pulled it out.

“Can I taste you now?” I asked her, flashing her a grin over my shoulder. She pinched my ass and shot me another one of those goofy smiles that made me melt.

“You better have that tongue ready, Brains.” I wiggled said tongue suggestively, which made Torch snort with laughter and Candela squeal and god, I could love these two. I could love them forever.

“Get over here, Sass,” Torch tugged my chin and kissed me.

He slid his tongue in my mouth in a hungry way that made my toes curl.

“That mouth of yours,” he growled, before pulling away.

There was a scramble of limbs and in seconds I was on my back, with Torch kneeling in front of me, his wet cock jutting up proudly.

He lowered himself and brought his lips to mine again.

It was an almost chaste kiss, a pressing of lips before his mouth slid down my body.

To my breasts, which he licked and bit tenderly.

Every place he left, Candela stroked with her hands.

It was like my body was their very own relay race.

He kissed my belly, my mons which he suckled, and then my pussy.

He nursed my clit until I could feel every pull down to the tips of my toes.

“Please fuck me, please.” I’d tried this once before, but didn’t get very far.

And it had been less than overwhelming, a small rebellion against Becker.

But this was already a million times better.

Warm hands began kneading my shoulders, and I looked up to see Candela smiling down at me.

She cupped my breasts, massaged them as Torch pulled my but over his lap until the head of his cock was teasing my entrance.

“Oh,” I gasped at the contact, and he thrust in just an inch. His chest made that noise again, and I could see that he was holding back.

“Pussy’s so tight.” He pressed a bit more, and I gasped at the stretch.