Page 2 of The Loneliest Number (The Thirst Trap #3)

Chapter two

Pixie

I push the door open, my eyes widening at the mountain of a guy tied with multi-coloured scarves to the four corners of the bed.

His limbs are long and packed with muscle, and both his thighs and arms are dotted with ink.

His chest is thick with dark curls, the shade matching the short hair on his head and his beard.

He’s barely covered, just a small hand towel over the essentials and a black blindfold shielding his eyes.

I step closer. “Cam, this is Pixie,” Saffy tells him.

“Any chance of getting this blindfold off so I can see who you’ve invited into my bedroom?” Even with the cover on his eyes, I can still make out the quirk of his brow.

“Nah, where’s the fun in that?” Saff says, tapping him on the pec from where she’s perched on the bed beside him.

He lets out a huff. “Well, does this pixie speak? For all I know, you could be making this up, Saff, to get twice the orgasms.” Sarcastic amusement tinges his tone, and my shoulders start to relax. I hadn’t even realised I was holding them tense.

I remain close-lipped, enjoying the banter between the two of them. It helps me get a better idea of who I’ll be sharing a bed with.

“She does speak, but I think you scared her with all that grumpy shouting.” Saffy gives me a wink.

“Sorry, hen. I’m not used to being at this one’s mercy and not knowing what’s happening.

I’m usually in charge. Saffy said you want to join us for the evening.

” His tone is curious, and I realise it must be weird to be tied up and not be able to see when you first meet someone.

Despite his earlier grouchiness, he seems to be taking it in his stride, though.

“Hey,” I say quietly. “I’m… Pixie.” I’m used to using a nickname for encounters like this, so it’s odd that my actual name almost slipped out there.

“And you set this up as a surprise?” He tilts his head to where Saffy sits beside him, and the blush blossoming on his cheeks intrigues me.

“I did. I wanted to cheer you up with some playtime.”

“How do you see this working out?” he asks Saff, his face turned towards her. I take the opportunity to take a step closer and study the ink on his tree trunk of a right thigh. It’s an intricate woodland scene with animals and the moon done in black and white; the shading is incredible.

“I thought Pixie and I could blow your mind. Help you forget everything else going on…” I peek towards them when Saff trails off. Cam’s shoulders tense and his lips thin, but she rushes on, “... enjoy a night together, with plenty of orgasms for all.”

“Hmmm.” The hum is low and deep, and desire curls in my belly at the vibrating sound.

I want to feel that sound on my skin. “And what about you, Pixie? What do you get out of this?” I’m fairly certain he can’t see me with the blindfold on, yet his chin points towards me, and I still have that sense I’m being watched.

I wonder what colour his eyes are. I want to kneel on the bed beside him and ease the covering up so I can see his entire face.

“I’m just visiting. I head back down south tomorrow. And I thought I’d try for some fun on my last night here.”

“Have you done anything else like this before?” he asks, with a hint of curiosity.

“Yeah, a few times now. It can be a bit hit or miss, but the good times make up for the less good ones.” My words tumble out fast, and my heart beats in my chest. Nerves?

How is it this feels like some kind of interview when the guy asking the questions is tied to the bed, naked, and covered only in a small towel?

“And what would make it really good for you?” His pitch drops even lower, causing my toes to curl inside my shoes.

“More orgasms than I can handle. Everyone having a good time and no-one being left out.”

Saff nods with a smile on her face. “Sounds like you’re in the right place, then,” she tells me. “Eh, Cam?” She nudges his chest again.

“I’ll try my best,” he vows. “I think it would be better if I wasn’t tied up though…”

“Ha! Not yet,” Saff tells him. “If Pixie’s on board, I thought we could start exactly like this.” She glances over at me with her brows raised. “What do you say, Pixie? Willing to give us a go?”

Hope sits lightly in my gut. These two could be a lot of fun. Even if they just talk to me all night in that delicious accent, I’ll be turned on. They’re both hot AF. I’d be daft to turn them down, and so far, nary a red flag.

“I’ll stay.” It comes out as a whisper, so I clear my throat and repeat it louder.

Movement catches my eye, and my mouth drops open when the tiny towel covering Cam’s dignity begins to twitch. Is he turned on just from my agreement to stay and join them?

“Did you get the test results I sent through on the app?” I check before we go any further. “I’m STI-free. I prefer to use condoms for penetrative sex as an extra precaution.”

“That’s all good with me. Cam?” Saff checks, and he answers with a nod. “You saw our results?”

“I did. Thank you for sending them. It makes everything so much easier when everyone’s on the same page about this stuff.”

“So we’re good to go?” The eagerness in Cam’s tone is unmistakable.

Saff lets out a husky giggle, patting his thigh. “Come over, Pixie. Let’s get acquainted.”

I toe off my shoes, kicking them to the side, and make my way around to the other side of the ginormous bed.

I’m wearing jeans and a band t-shirt as I didn’t want to give the wrong impression by turning up in something fancy.

It had given me pause when I arrived downstairs, but there doesn’t seem to be any artifice with these two, and I don’t feel out of place.

I keep my clothes on and kneel on the bed, shifting so I’m close to Cam’s other side, but not making contact.

His chest rises and falls with every breath, and the towel is moving even more now. I lean down, close enough to whisper in his ear, “What’s your wish for tonight?” His face angles towards me, and I back up so we aren’t touching.

“To see your face, to hear you come, and you straddling me while you ride my cock.” Fuck, his voice is going to be the end of me. Especially with the dirty talk.

“Can I touch you?” I ask.

His whole body shivers. “Aye.”

I don’t know where to start. I want to touch him everywhere, all at once. I jolt when Saffy’s hand reaches across Cam’s chest to grasp mine. Our eyes meet, and that sparkle shines through.

“Together?” she mouths, not making a sound.

I nod. She brings our clasped hands down to Cam’s chest. He lets out a shuddering breath at that first contact, causing a sensual power to swirl in my blood.

There’s a tremble in my hand as I spread my fingers wide, trying to touch as much of his skin as I can at once.

Saffy’s hand sits atop mine, and her soft fingertips contrast with the wiry, thick hair on Cam’s chest. It makes me wonder how it would be to be in the middle between them.

She doesn’t push me, but her hand remains on mine while I stroke across his pecs.

I glide my fingertips up towards his neck, taking delight when he lifts his chin for me.

I inch them further upwards, resting them lightly at his throat.

A gruff moan slips out between his lips, causing my heart to race.

Saffy’s hand leaves mine and makes its way downwards.

I keep my hand on his neck and shift so I’m settled beside him, enabling me to add my other hand.

I use that to brush his dark hair, trailing my fingers down his cheek.

His face shifts to the side, and his lips pucker to kiss my fingertips.

A groan rumbles up from his chest with a heavy vibration.

“Saff, you minx,” he rasps. She removes the towel with a flourish and a grin painted on her face.

I couldn’t not look even if I wanted to.

His shaft is thick and resting on his lower belly.

My tongue darts out to lick at my lips, eager for a taste of him.

Saffy’s fingers tap lightly on his erection and he curses, “Fuck,” exactly like that video I have saved of Cavill as The Witcher that I watch over and over again.

His cock bobs with enthusiasm, and I bite my lip to hold back my giggle.

Saffy might be a bigger tease than I am because she moves her hand, stroking his thighs next.

I remove my hands from his body, emboldened by the sigh he gives at the loss.

I fidget and lick my lips as I stare at his erection. I want to kiss it.

“Go on,” Saffy urges me in a husky whisper. Our eyes meet, and she nods her encouragement. I draw in a breath, realising this is another step towards spending the night with them. I want to do this. I need this.

I place a hand on Cam’s furthest-from-me hip, to hold my weight so I can lower my head down.

I stop just short of his shaft, letting my warm breath caress him before I touch him with my mouth.

His cock bobs once again and he’s silent, holding in a breath.

I close the short distance, planting a kiss halfway up his length.

The breath escapes him in a rush and mingles with Saffy’s giggle.

I’m aware of her moving off the bed, but choose to focus all my attention on what’s right in front of my face.

I flatten my tongue against the base of his shaft, slowly easing my way to the tip.

When I reach the top, I’m met with the salty taste of pre-cum.

I lap it up then draw the head of his cock into my mouth and suck, relishing in his tortured moans and his back arching off the bed.

I alternate between licking up and down and sucking him deeper into my mouth each time, losing track of everything apart from this.

My pussy gets wetter and has its own heartbeat, keen to be involved.

I jump slightly when a hand caresses my back.

“Okay?” comes Saffy’s question.

I nod, my mouth full of Cam’s cock.

“Tell me what’s happening. If I can’t see, I want you to describe it to me,” Cam rasps. I like that idea.

“You already know that Pixie’s got her lips wrapped around your cock. Do you like the way she sucks you?” Saffy asks.

His reply of “So fucking much,” makes my cheeks warm.

“And I’m stood behind her, running my hand up her back.” An upward stroke of my spine accompanies her words, and I fidget, wishing her hand was on my bare skin.

“Is she naked?” He’s so gruff. Why is that turning me on?

“Not yet, and neither am I.”

“How’s that fair?”

I move back from his cock with a chuckle as I answer him, “You’re getting your cock sucked, honey. I’d say you’re getting a decent deal.”

Saffy’s answering giggle is close to my ear as she leans closer to kiss my neck. I hum my delight.

“You want us naked, Cam? Even though you can’t see?”

The slogan on her t-shirt is clearly spot-on because she lets out a smug sound at his whimper.

“Yes, I want you both naked. I want one of you riding my cock while the other sits on my face.”

“All while you’re tied up and blindfolded?” I add to the conversation.

“Fuck, yes.”

“May I?” Saffy asks in a soft tone as she takes hold of the hem of my t-shirt.

“Yes,” I tell her, surprised by the huskiness of my voice. “I’ll make it easier for you.” I move back off the bed, saddened to leave Cam’s cock but eager to see where this is going.

“I want to know who’s doing what, to who, when.” His voice is commanding, and my eyes narrow at his high-handedness.

“I think you’ll find you’re at our mercy right now. You’re not calling the shots here,” I tell him.

“Please,” he purrs, causing desire to curl in my belly. “Please tell me what’s happening.”

Anticipation causes goosebumps to explode on my arms, and I can’t wait for what’s coming next.