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Getting Caught

Carter (“13”)

Fuck Her Brains Out: Montana of 300

A s I flip on the lights, I quickly scan Whitney's apartment while Cade keeps her in the hall, waiting for the signal. Room after room, I check for the creep who's been stalking her, leaving her bedroom for last. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t resist rummaging through her drawers. I come across a pair of silky pink panties and slip them into my pocket, wanting something that carries her scent for when I'm away from her.

Yeah, I’m just as fucking infatuated with her as Cade is—just like Havoc and Crow. If it came down to it, I know who she would choose, but my plan is to gradually change her mind. This new job that has landed in our laps like a fucking unexpected Christmas gift gives us the opportunity to do exactly that.

After checking every corner of her apartment without finding anything, I head back to the door to let Cade and Whitney in. A wave of relief washes over her face as she steps into her home, a place she hasn’t seen in about a week. I can tell she feels better; her smile says it all. Once the door is shut and locked, the lights dim to a cozy glow, and she cues up some music, bringing back memories of the last time we were here together.

I slide my hand into my pocket, fingers curling around her silky thong, feeling little jolts to my cock at the thought of her wearing them... and me using my fucking teeth to take them off. Cade and I remain standing as Whitney grabs a bottle of liquor and her stash of weed from the kitchen. She strides back into the living room, hips swaying and determination radiating from her as she glances at us.

“Sit down and roll this while I change,” she commands, tossing her grinder and a bag of pot onto the couch.

She lifts her cropped hoodie over her head, revealing a snug baby tee that leaves little to the imagination. My gaze immediately drops to her exposed stomach and the glimmering belly ring that sparkles in the light streaming through the balcony door. Her jeans fit like a second skin, hugging her curves just right, with a sliver of her thong peeking out as she bends down to remove her heels. I can’t seem to tear my fucking eyes away from her, and neither can Cade.

Cade sits on the arm of the couch, equally entranced by her beauty. When she meets my gaze, I notice a teasing smirk tugging at her lips. She’s in her element and undeniably comfortable, and I love the fucking confidence she's exuding.

“13, I guess you’re on rolling duty,” she says, already unbuttoning her jeans. “Have it ready by the time I finish changing. I want to get completely fucking blitzed on my first night back.”

As she turns to walk away, my eyes linger on her ass, watching closely as she moves toward her bedroom, leaving the door ajar—a tempting invitation I’m hesitant to accept, especially amidst the chaos of recent events.

Once she’s out of sight and earshot, Cade turns to me, a spark of mischief in his eyes. His smirk suggests he has something planned—something I know I’ll enjoy.

“Damn, I want her so bad,” he groans, eyes fixed on her room in case she makes a sudden appearance.

“Me too, but she’s been with Havoc this past week. He’s probably twisted her mind into thinking we're the fucking bad guys,” I reply, focused on rolling the blunt she asked for.

What she doesn’t know is that I pull out a bit of molly I got from the club and sprinkle it onto the ground weed, fulfilling her desire to get fucked up. Cade chuckles, fully aware of my intentions, shooting me a devilish look as I add more than I probably should. We’re familiar with the drug, but I’m not sure about her tolerance, so I know I have to tread carefully. I finish rolling the blunt, my hands steady despite the adrenaline coursing through me.

“There we go,” I say, passing it to Cade, who inspects it with an exaggerated scrutinizing look before grinning like he’s just fucking won the lottery.

“Perfect,” he says, tucking it between his lips as we wait in anticipation for Whitney’s return.

As the sound of her footsteps echoes from the bedroom, I can’t help but feel the electric tension in the air. I’m hyperaware that this moment could change everything between us—whoever “us” might end up being.

Whitney reappears, hair tousled and wearing a loose tank top that clings to her chest just enough to leave us guessing. The faded fabric of her tiny shorts hangs low on her hips, showcasing her carefree vibe. She stretches, yawning dramatically for effect while we both feast our eyes on her. If it weren’t for the circumstances surrounding her, I could easily lose myself in a daydream just admiring her.

“Did you miss me?” she says, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes as she steps barefoot on the carpet. Her tone is playful, but there's an underlying seriousness that hints at the weight of what’s hanging over us.

“Always,” Cade answers too quickly, a bit too eagerly.

He raises the blunt and lights it, drawing in a large hit before passing it to her. His eyes widen with delight when she takes it and inhales deeply.

I watch her as she leans back against the couch, letting the smoke curl around her like a warm hug, and suddenly I think of the plan we’ve concocted. This job could offer so much more than certainty and safety; it could give us all a chance to coalesce into something stronger. Something she never even knew she wanted.

“Let’s have some fun tonight,” I suggest, suddenly feeling a surge of possessiveness.

She shouldn’t have to worry about the monster lurking in the shadows. Her apartment should feel like a sanctuary, not a fucking prison.

Cade nods enthusiastically, drumming his fingers on the couch arm. “Yeah, let’s just relax and forget everything for a bit.”

Whitney smiles, taking another drag from the blunt before handing it back to Cade. “I’ll drink to that,” she says, moving to pour herself a drink from the bottle.

The sound of ice clinking in the glass is an oddly comforting call to arms—a precursor for the mayhem we might unleash tonight. As she pours, I lean back against the couch, feeling the weight of my thoughts shift like the clouds outside. She deserves to unwind, to forget the grasp of fear that's been holding her hostage. Whatever this night brings, I want her to feel free and safe in our presence.

“So, what’s the plan for our night?” Whitney asks, her eyes sparkling. “I want something epic. Maybe something wild?”

“Why not?” Cade suggests, his grin widening. “We can have a repeat of the other night when we both got to fuck that tight, sinful cunt of yours."

Whitney perks up at this, a devious grin spreading across her face. As the first of her laughter echoes off the walls, I feel my heart lighten. Tonight, we’ll carve a sanctuary out of this chaos. This moment is ours—together—without the world creeping in.

But just as Whitney takes a seat between us, a chill runs down my spine. The door creaks, and all three of us abruptly turn towards it, every sense on high alert, with me and Cade pulling out our weapons and pointing them toward the door. The air changes, electricity crackling as noise filters through the room. My stomach tightens as Whitney looks at us suspiciously, obviously not missing the move that many law enforcement do, and it worries me that we just fucked up our cover in the smallest of fucking ways.

“Did you hear that?” Cade whispers, his playful demeanor vanishing instantly.

“Yeah,” I murmur back, a knot forming in my chest.

We may be here to build a safe haven, but lurking outside is a threat that could destroy everything we’re trying to protect.

“Whitney, stay close,” I urge, as our night of fun suddenly feels like a thin veil masking the potential for violence.

I glance at Cade, who nods as the sound grows louder. He gets up to check it out, moving like a cop through the night, his purpose to protect and serve, but in doing so, we might have just blown our fucking cover.

"What's the matter?" I ask Whitney, once Cade leaves the room to check out the noise.

"That was... strange," she says skeptically, eyeing me with caution.

"What was?" I ask, playing dumb.

"The way you both drew your weapons. You looked like fucking cops," she snaps, her demeanor changing. "Are you guys fucking cops, Carter?"

Wanting to scream to her, Yes, we are, I bite my tongue and force a lie out of my mouth, trying to protect myself while still protecting her.

"No, we're not. We both have military training; that's what you saw," I inform her, telling a half-truth that seems to relax her frayed nerves.

Cade comes back with his gun tucked back in his waistband, a small look of relief in his eyes as he sits back down and takes the blunt from Whitney, her eyes red and glassy from the mix of the drugs.

"Looks like the wind blew Boston's door open. The front door is still locked, and so are the windows and shit. I shut and locked Boston's just to be safe." He looks at me, clearly pissed. "I don't know how you fucking missed that, 13, but do better next time."

In shock, Whitney's jaw drops, listening to the way Cade snapped at me, but I don't blame him. I also know that I checked all the windows and shit, and they were all locked, so something isn't sitting right with me, but I keep it to myself for now, not wanting to freak her out.

"Sorry," I mutter, trying to regain my composure as the tension settles in the room again. Whitney’s gaze shifts between us, her brows furrowed, wary of the discord that just erupted.

“Hey, it’s fine,” she says, attempting to lighten the mood. But I see the flicker of fear in her eyes, and my chest tightens. “Can we just... can we focus on, I don’t know, having fun? Just for tonight?”

“Yeah. You’re right,” I say, forcing a smile. “Let’s not let anything ruin this night.” I exchange a glance with Cade, who nods, though I can see he’s still on edge.

“Right, let’s do this,” Cade says, trying to recalibrate.

He takes a hefty pull from the blunt, passing it to me before he grabs Whitney’s glass, downing the liquor, his bravado returning faster than I expected.

“You really want to get blitzed?” I tease, but my heart isn’t in it. After the scare, I’m suddenly more conscious of how quickly things can turn.

“Damn right,” she says firmly, downing the rest of her drink with one swift motion. “What’s life without a little risk?”

Her audacity is inspiring, igniting something primal within me. But my stubborn protective instincts surge in response, battling against my nature to keep this night lighthearted.

“Whitney, I know you want to have fun, but just one drink at a time, alright? I don’t want you completely wasted if something happens.”

“Why? You think I can’t handle myself?” She challenges, a slight grin forming on her lips, masking the underlying fear.

I can’t help but admire her spirit. “No, it’s just... sometimes things can change quickly, like what just happened. I just want to keep you safe.”

“Then let’s do more than just sit around worrying.” Whitney stands, placing her hands on her hips defiantly, summoning that confidence again. “Let’s have a little fun, something that takes control away from—”

“Whitney, I don’t think now is the time for games,” Cade interrupts, his tone more serious.

“You’re no fucking fun, Cade,” she pouts, but the lightheartedness returns to her voice. “Come on, what if we do something that keeps us all involved? Keep the focus on us and off the rest of the fucking world?”

Feeling a sudden wave of inspiration, I remember the various card games I’ve learned over the years in the military—ones that require a healthy dose of risk and reward.

“How about a round of poker?” I propose, eager to redirect her energy. “We can bet for shots, or whatever embarrassing consequence you want.”

“Now we’re talking,” she grins, finally letting go of the earlier tension. “You guys know I’ll win, right?”

"That's the spirit," I cheer, moving swiftly to gather a deck of cards from the side table. There’s nothing better than a little competition; it distracts from the creeping unease of the outside world. “But just remember, if you lose, you’ve got to do what we say for the next round.”

She chuckles, the hint of a challenge in her eyes. “Alright, bring it the fuck on.”

As we set up the game, a sense of belonging forms between us. The cards shuffle between our fingers, laughter intertwining with the smoke swirling above our heads. I can feel the heaviness of the evening slowly lifting as the game progresses and shots flow freely, the drugs invading our bodies and indeed fucking us up more than if it were a regular blunt we smoked.

Whitney has a look of seduction in her eyes, and I can tell that the molly is working. Her eyes dart to my lap, and she licks her lips, slowly returning her gaze to mine, my cock hardening immediately. She gets up and sits on my lap, wiggling her ass as she feels my cock poking into her, extremely turned on and wanting to fuck. I wrap an arm around her waist possessively, holding her in place because her ass feels so fucking good against me.

Every round becomes a blend of teasing, laughter, and heated tension. Each time she wins, it feels like a small victory, her confidence shining brighter with every elbow jab and playful grin directed our way. When I lose, she gleefully declares her winnings, and I can't help but be drawn to the way she lights up at every compliment.

But in a moment of banter, as she leans over the table—her laughter ringing out like music—my phone buzzes forcefully in my pocket, cutting through the joyous atmosphere.

My expression shifts immediately as she turns to look at me, feeling the vibration against her ass, flat-lining into something more serious as I pull my phone out. It's an alert from the surveillance app I installed on the devices in her apartment. There's movement detected outside—something lurking just beyond her windows, escalating my fucking anxiety.

“Whitney, baby,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady but low, gesturing subtly toward Cade, who’s still reveling in the game. “I think you should sit this round out.”

“What? Why?” she protests, a hint of worry creeping in.

“Just fucking trust me. Please.” I stand, easing her onto the couch beside Cade, unable to mask the urgency in my tone.

But Cade catches the change in my demeanor and rises alongside me, glancing towards the windows. “What’s up?”

“Detective work," I whisper so she doesn’t hear. "Stay near Whitney,” I order, my voice stern without revealing too much.

There’s no way I’m letting her get caught off guard. As Cade moves to her side, pulling her onto his lap now, I slip toward the window in the living room, carefully peering through the curtain. My heart races at the sight of two dark figures lingering just out of reach. They seem hesitant, scanning the area as if they’re searching for something—or someone.

“Carter?” Whitney’s voice is barely a whisper, tinged with apprehension. “What’s happening?”

“They’re here,” I reply softly, a sense of dread creeping back into my veins. “The fucking stalker... but there's two of them.”

The figures remain just outside our view, but it’s enough to send chills crawling down my spine. I turn to see Whitney's eyes widening with fear, and without waiting another moment, I reach for my weapon, fully prepared to protect her—and refuse to let anyone tear apart our sanctuary tonight.

“Get ready,” I say firmly, trying to quell my own unease. “Whatever happens, stay low. And stay close.”

Cade meets my gaze, ready for action. “We’re not letting anyone hurt her,” he assures, but I can see the tension weaving through his facade.

With a newfound sense of urgency, the three of us prepare for a confrontation that will ultimately determine our fate—and hers. We’ll fight together, as a family, determined to shield her from the darkness that lurks just beyond the thin walls of this sanctuary.

But before Cade and I can check it out and catch them off guard, I see their shadows through the thin curtain covering the sliding door to the balcony. The door slides open, and we freeze, my gun aimed and ready to fire.

"Don't fucking shoot," one of them says, and I immediately recognize the voice, lowering my gun as my veins fill with rage.

Stepping out of the darkness and into the light are Havoc and Crow, masked and armed, completely ruining my fucking night. Cade and I lower our weapons, glaring in their direction as Whitney herself looks fucking pissed at them too.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here?" She snaps, standing with her hands on her hips, her words slurred.

"Fucking checking on you, Little Mischief, what the fuck else?" Havoc growls back, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the three of us enjoying our time.

"I'm covered, Havoc. You scared the shit out of us."

"You can't be mad that we wanted to check on you, Whit," Crow interjects, shooting a deadly look toward me and Cade.

"Whatever. According to King, ya'll shouldn't even be here. That's what Red and 13 are for, so you can leave," she says, dismissing them with an attitude that clearly pisses them both off.

They glare at us, a threatening look in their eyes, as they turn and slip back into the night without another word. But with the mood now ruined, Whitney grabs the bottle of liquor and chugs it, falling into my lap as I sit down, releasing the breath I've been holding.

"Mmm, is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" She teases, spinning around so she's facing me, straddling my lap.

"Both," I laugh, suddenly getting an idea. "Have you ever ridden a gun before?" I ask, watching her curious eyes widen, a nervous grin dancing along her pouty lips.

"Uh, can't say I have," she laughs nervously, glancing between me and Cade.

"Well, tonight is your lucky night, Little Mischief, because you're going to be a good fucking girl for us and ride my gun. You're going to do exactly what we fucking tell you, aren't you?"

Almost as if she's in a trance, she nods, her mouth slamming on mine before I can get another word out. The kiss is demanding and hot, raising my cock and my blood pressure as Cade begins to make noise in the background, quickly undressing. He stands behind Whitney, lifting her shirt over her head, her tits bouncing in my face. He pulls her up off my lap, and I pull her shorts down, sitting her back on my lap with the muzzle of my gun pressing against her bare pussy.

I'm not entirely sure how the atmosphere shifted so quickly, but I can feel the tension crackling—a mixture of desire, danger, and adrenaline coursing through each of us. Whitney’s breath catches as she settles back down on me, the chill of the metal making her shiver slightly before she adjusts her position, driving herself down onto the muzzle of my gun, pressing her wet pussy against it.

“Goddamn,” I murmur, trying to hold back the primal urge to simply take her right here and now.

This isn’t just about pleasure anymore; it’s about claiming her in a way that ensures she knows who she belongs to. And tonight, she fucking belongs to us—Cade and me.

Cade’s hands roam possessively around her waist, fingers splayed across her hips and pulling her backward against his chest, forcing a soft sigh from her lips as the two of us sandwich her in. I can see the excitement sparking in her eyes; she’s intoxicated in more ways than one, and it makes her even more fucking irresistible.

“Are you ready for this?” Cade asks, his voice low and gruff against her ear, and it sends shivers down my spine. “We’ll take care of you, but you need to let go and trust us, alright?”

The thrill of the moment hangs heavy in the air, and I can see her mind racing—a mix of fear and exhilaration—as she glances back at Cade, weighing her options between the thrill of danger and the safety that comes with surrender.

“Yeah,” she breathes out, her voice barely above a whisper. “I trust you. Just...be gentle, okay?”

I share a knowing glance with Cade. Neither of us will be able to promise her complete gentleness; I can’t promise we won’t push her limits, but I can promise that we’ll honor her boundaries.

With that unspoken understanding, I guide the gun up against her wetness, letting the cold metal meet her pussy. She shudders at the contact, her body arching against me intuitively, craving more.

“You’re such a good girl for us, Whitney,” I murmur, watching her eyes flutter as she loses herself in the moment. “Now, fucking ride it. Show us how much you want this.”

Her breath quickens, and then, as if summoned by my words, she slowly rolls her hips, pressing herself against the muzzle of my gun with wanton abandon. The rhythm is slow at first, a tentative exploration that only stokes the flames of my desire. I grip her hips tightly, steadying her movements as I guide her, urging her to let go, to truly fucking enjoy it.

“Just like that,” Cade encourages, his hands trailing up her thighs as he stands behind her, teasing and exploring, his fingers skimming along her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “You’re doing so well, baby. Just let it all out.”

Tension curls low in my belly as she begins to lose herself in a rhythm, each thrust against the gun sending her further into a haze. I can see it reflected in her eyes—the heat building to a peak, drowning out the chaos outside and replacing it with pure electricity. The weight of the previous fright has dissipated, leaving only the fire between us and the unrelenting drive to give her pleasure.

As Whitney rolls her hips faster, I catch her gaze, hungry and just a little desperate, and I can’t help but lean forward, capturing her mouth with mine. The taste of liquor and smoke dances between us, igniting my senses even more. Cade leans closer, brushing his hands along her sides, and we become a triangle of heat and madness as he pushes his cock against her ass.

“Do you feel that, Whitney?” I ask against her mouth, pulling back just enough for her to meet my gaze. “Do you feel how much we both fucking want you?”

She nods breathlessly, her movements becoming fervent, the gun pressing into her more insistently with each thrust, mirroring the urgency building within me. I can feel her trembling, the tension coiling tighter within her. The desire for more, for release, for the sweet culmination of everything we’ve built tonight hangs in the balance.

“Yes... please... don’t stop,” she gasps, and the wildness in her voice pulls something possessive from deep within me, and I take her panties out from my pocket and shove them into her mouth.

“Good girl,” Cade praises, echoing my sentiments as he continues to squeeze her hips. “You’re so fucking close, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes!” She cries out, a muffled moan spilling from her lips as her pace quickens.

“Then fucking give it to us,” I urge, my voice low and deep, coaxing her closer to the edge. “Let that pleasure take over. Let it engulf you, Little Mischief.”

With those words, something snaps within her—like a dam breaking, the fucking floodwaters ripping through, drowning everything in their path. The look on her face is pure ecstasy, and I lose myself in the sight of her as she rides my gun, her body trembling violently against me, and the sound of her moans fills the air, ringing like the siren song of all my desires.

She throws her head back, and I capture the curve of her neck with my lips, tasting the salt of her skin as her climax washes over her. My entire body tightens instinctively as she loses herself—this powerful sensation of domination coursing through me as I witness the heights she reaches.

Cade kisses the side of her neck, whispering sweet encouragements, reminding her of how good she is for us, and the synergy between us becomes electric. When her cries fade into soft gasps and her body collapses against me, I realize that she’s just as breathless as I am. I hold her close, feeling her heart race beneath my fingers, the heaviness of our actions now settling onto both of us.

“That was incredible,” she murmurs, her voice thick with satisfaction, and I can’t help but smile at the way her eyes sparkle beneath the soft glow of the room.

Cade chuckles quietly, still holding her in place, “Welcome to the dark side, Little Mischief. Ready for more?”

With the world outside falling silent and a new kind of tension forming between us, I lean forward, whispering against her lips as I pull her soaked panties out, “This was just the beginning. There’s so much fucking more to come.”

And I mean every word, ready to explore the depths of what we could become together, undeterred by whatever darkness dared to encroach upon our lives. Our sanctuary had shielded her tonight, and we would make sure it stayed that way, come what may. Together, we would light the fucking shadows.

With her breath still coming in shuddering bursts, Whitney leans back against me, her body relaxed but tugging at the remnants of a wild, dizzying high. The tension in the air shifts yet again, morphing from explosive energy to a calm camaraderie. Cade pulls his gaze away from her, casting an appreciative look in my direction. The air is thick with unspoken promises, and I can feel the electricity buzzing beneath my skin.

“Okay, so what’s next?” She asks, cheeks still flushed, her voice a mix of playfulness and exhaustion.

There’s a glimmer in her eyes that tells me she’s not done yet. I chuckle softly, still holding her close.

“Next?” I echo, reveling in the way she fits against me like a second skin. “You’ve barely scratched the surface, Little Mischief.”

“Yeah, what else do you guys have in store for me?” she asks, a teasing lilt to her tone.

She glances between Cade and me, the challenge clear in her gaze. Cade smirks, his own desires lighting up his features.

“How about a little game of truth or dare? But with a twist.”

I can see Whitney’s curiosity piqued, her brows lifting. “A twist? What kind of twist?”

“The truths are the honest ones—but the dares…” I lean closer, my lips brushing against her ear. “The dares can get as spicy as we want, and we make sure you keep it interesting for us.”

“Oh, I like that.” She bites her lip, glancing from one of us to the other with glee.

“Good,” Cade replies, already scooping up her nearly empty glass, refilling it with a fresh splash of liquor. “Let’s keep things fun. Your first dare is to take a shot when we each give the truth. The catch? You have to decide which truth to believe. You get to choose your poison.”

Her eyes glimmer with enthusiasm. “Fine, but you better not give me anything boring.”

I can’t help but chuckle, admiring her audacity. “Alright, I'll go first.” I take a decisive sip from her glass before continuing. “Truth? I fucking want you, Whitney. Always have.”

She flashes a look of surprise mixed with delight before downing another shot in one go. I can see the rush hit her, bringing a smile to her face.

“Your turn,” she says, turning her gaze to Cade, a challenge hidden in her expression.

Cade smirks, leaning back slightly as he thinks. “Truth? I want to see you fully under my control. You’d fucking love it.”

“Damn,” she breathes, the flush deepening on her cheeks as she takes a big swig from her drink.

I watch as she steadies herself, the alcohol mixing with the lingering effects of the drugs, heightening everything. “Alright … this is fun!” she declares, eyes sparkling with mischief. "I dare you both to show me what you would do if I were to ... lose control.”

The atmosphere shifts, the suggestion hanging thickly in the air. I can see Cade’s excitement and the underlying hunger, and it matches my own. We exchange a knowing glance, silently deciding how to interpret her dare.

“Alright, but just so you know,” I begin, sliding her off my lap and standing as I prepare to set the stage. “This will be memorable.”

Cade rises to flank her as I pull her in front of us both, a position putting her deliciously between our naked bodies. She looks up at us, biting her lip, excitement dancing in her eyes.

“What are you two planning?”

“Just fucking trust us. We know how to push your limits,” I say, leaning closer, letting my breath tease her skin. “But know this: Once you surrender control, you fucking belong to us. Every fucking moment is ours to shape.”

Whitney nods breathlessly, the thrill of willing surrender igniting between us like wildfire. I reach around and whisper in her ear, “Are you ready?”

“More than you know,” she whispers back, her voice a heady whisper that sends another wave of desire crashing through me.

“Then let’s explore your boundaries together,” Cade states, his tone low and authoritative. “You’re in safe hands—fucking let go.”

What began as a playful night of drinks has transformed into something fiercer, an exploration of depths neither of us had initially anticipated. I can see how the dynamic is shifting; the two of us will keep her grounded while pushing her to new heights of pleasure and exploration.

“I want you both,” she finally declares, her voice firm. “At the same time. I want to see just how far we can take this.”

As we step closer, flanking her on either side, the world outside fades away once more. Whatever dangers lurked in the shadows, we would face them together—every thrill, every moment leading us deeper into the night.

“Then let’s show you how far we can go,” I say, anticipation swirling in the air as we prepare to unveil the side of desire that will bind us all in a union strengthened by our willingness to surrender.

Whitney’s breath quickens as the tension thickens, our connection crackling with an intensity that promises only more bliss to come. Tonight, we would forgo the world beyond and lose ourselves in the sanctuary we had created together—one filled not just with danger, but with the intoxicating thrill of shared longing.

And in that moment, I knew this night would fucking change everything.

"We're both going to fuck you like you want, baby," I whisper to her, picking her up and taking her into her bedroom.

"Yeah, you're going to see how it feels to have both of us inside you at the same time," Cade informs her as we get into position to slide into her as one.

The atmosphere shifts again, a palpable warmth radiating from the soft glow of the bedside lamps illuminating the intimate space. Whitney looks up at me, anticipation dancing in her eyes, and I can see the thrill blooming within her as we move together, united in purpose.

"Remember, just let go," I whisper, my voice deliberate and steady as I position her between Cade and me.

It's as if the entire world has faded away, leaving just us three—an act of surrender where we explore belonging, desire, and the intimacy that comes with the wildness of the night. Cade reaches for her, his fingers trailing down her bare arm, igniting a trail of fire along her skin.

“Are you ready, Whitney?” He asks, his tone a blend of authority and care.

She nods, her breath hitching as she recognizes the depths of what we’re about to share. Together, we guide her backward, taking our time, letting the anticipation build as Whitney moves seamlessly away from the constraints of her reality and into a realm dominated by pleasure. The night around us thickens like fog as we settle onto her bed, her heart racing in sync with mine as we position ourselves on either side of her—a dual force ready to unlock her innermost desires.

“First, you’re going to feel both of us,” I say, taking a step closer.

My hands find her waist, firm yet gentle, holding her steady as I maintain eye contact, ensuring she knows we are with her every step of the way.

“Trust us, Little Mischief,” Cade tells her just as I press my thighs against hers, the heat of our bodies radiating toward her.

She feels the electric charge as we draw even closer, the tension winding tighter, like a bowstring ready to let loose. Glancing between us, she swallows hard, but her smile betrays her eagerness.

“I trust you both.”

“Good. Because tonight, you won’t be the one in control anymore.” I lean in, brushing my lips against her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath my fingertips.

Every touch is deliberate, a reminder of her new place between us, a blend of play and ownership that entwines us all in this moment. Cade grips her hips, steadying her as he places himself behind her, his presence reassuring but dangerously intoxicating. I can't help but admire the view: her body beautifully illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp, her skin glistening with the thrill of our encounter.

“Let’s treat her like the queen she is,” I say, exchanging a glance with Cade. “You want to feel what it’s like to be worshipped, Whitney? To have all your fantasies come to life?”

“Yes,” she breathes out, a hint of impatience lacing her tone.

Then, with a synchronized movement, we glide our bodies closer, sliding our cocks into her pussy at the same time, stretching her out beautifully and creating just enough friction to send jolts of pleasure racing through her. I capture her lips again; each kiss igniting a fire that spreads through both of us. Every caress unfolds new layers of passion; her moans echo in the air, turning desperation into a soundtrack that fuels our desires.

“Tell us how fucking good it feels,” Cade encourages, his voice low as he kisses along her shoulder, sending shivers cascading through her as we begin to thrust in unison, her cunt gripping our cocks like a vice.

“It hurts but feels amazing,” she gasps, leaning back against Cade’s chest while I take my place in front of her. “I need more…”

“More of what?” I mock, tracing the outline of her face with my fingers. “Tell us what you need, Whitney.”

She hesitates for a moment, then breathes, her voice thick and sultry, “I want you both to fuck me harder… at the same time. Please.”

“Then that’s what you’ll get,” I promise, even as my heart races with the thrill of our impending union.

I can feel the tension building inside me as I shift to guide her, my cock aligned perfectly with her as I slowly press forward. She gasps as I sink deeper into her warmth, both of us enveloped in the soft, heated embrace, and I can’t help but let a low growl escape as pleasure washes over me.

Cade’s hands dive deeper, squeezing her breasts as we find a rhythm together, pouring ourselves into her, surrounding her with everything we are.

“Feel this, Whitney,” Cade instructs, his breath hot against her ear. “Feel how much we fucking want you. How we’re both taking our time to worship your body.”

I can see her unraveling beneath us, lost to the sensations as I pull back slightly and thrust deeper, creating that sweet friction that makes her arch her back and cry out in bliss.

“Just relax and enjoy every moment.”

The dark need and her intoxicating allure fuel a potent mix of desperation and longing, and together, we fuck her with deep thrusts of ecstasy that echo off the walls and resonate deep within our souls.

“Fuck, yes,” she gasps, surrendering to the tidal wave of pleasure as we push her closer and closer to the brink.

The world outside has become a distant memory; the only thing that matters now is her, us, this moment. As we envelop her with our bodies, a shudder ripples through Whitney, a testament to how profound each touch feels. There’s a potency to the night that captures us, uniting our heartbeats.

“Let it go, baby,” I urge her softly, locking onto her gaze when she looks up, her eyes glazed with desire. “Let us take you to the edge and beyond.”

The hunger held within our souls ignites, and suddenly, the room fills with the symphony of passion, our bodies moving harmoniously together. The boundaries are blurred, and everything becomes a swirl of ecstasy as each thrust deepens our connection, pulling her further into the blissful abyss.

“More,” she gasps, rooted against Cade, every need flooding her senses.

And we listen; we give her everything—hell, we're both so lost in the pleasure and connection that nothing exists outside the three of us as we plunge into an inseparable unity.

“Let go, Whitney,” Cade urges, a wicked glint in his eyes as he deepens his grasp on her as we become a whirlwind of desire striking deep into her core.

Together, we drown out the noise of the world as we roll around on the bed, our cocks both buried deep inside her tight, wet pussy at the same time, crafting a sanctuary of passion and intimacy, a secret moment that pulls her deeper and deeper into the embrace of the night, ready to explore every boundary until we all realize what true euphoria feels like.