Page 38 of The Loneliest Number (The Thirst Trap #3)

Cam

One year later

T he Clubhouse is packed tonight. It seems to be busier every time we come.

And we’re definitely considered regulars these days, showing up most months.

I raise my brows in greeting at Dan as he approaches, dressed in something silver and glittery.

He really is the most beautiful man, and it’s a privilege that I get to spend time with him here on the regular.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he says as he plants a kiss on my cheek. “Nice outfit.” He waggles his brow with a smirk.

“Pixie organised it,” I say with a deep sigh, looking down at the black and grey tartan mini kilt showing off most of my tatted thighs and the harness I’d worn the first time I was here.

“Of course she did. She’s got you wrapped around her pinkie, doesn’t she?”

I shrug. “Aye, she does.” There’s no point denying the truth. “Since day one.”

He slaps me on the shoulder. “I’m glad you guys are happy. It looks good on both of you.” We survey the crowd filling the room. “You sure about this?”

“Yeah, I am. I want her to have this. Is our fourth teed up?”

“They are.” Dan gives a nod. “And I reserved the bed stage as you requested.”

“Excellent. Thanks, Dan. I’ll see you in there soon.”

“Where’s Pixie?”

“She went for a wander to see who’s here tonight.”

“Does she know what you have planned?”

“She knows I have something planned, just not what,” I tell him with a smirk.

“Well, I reckon she’ll enjoy her surprise.” He pats me on the back before heading off, his arse looking fabulous in his spangled silver shorts. I bite my lip as I watch him strut away.

“Was that Dan? Did I miss him?” Pixie appears at my side a few moments later, her cheeks flushed and excitement sparkling in her eyes.

“It was. But it’s okay, we’re spending some time with him later.”

The sparkles in her eyes intensify under the spotlights strategically placed to make everything shimmer and shine. “Ooh, a repeat of our first time here? Is that my surprise?”

“Not quite, but you’ll see soon enough. What did you find?” I raise my knuckles to brush against her flushed cheek. “What got you all excited?”

“There’s a massive orgy happening in the back room. Body parts everywhere.”

“Yeah? You join in?”

“Nah, I watched for a while though. Someone was getting absolutely ploughed by that tall Swedish fella we saw here last month. The one that looks like a Viking.”

“Ah, yeah, I remember you had your eye on him.”

“Mostly for you, big guy. I’d enjoy watching that.” She reaches up to brush her lips against my cheek. “What’s the plan?”

“You’ve got time to hydrate, and then we’ve got the bed stage reserved shortly.” She wiggles with excitement.

A while later, she tugs me into the exhibition room and over to the corner with the bed, excited for whatever’s to come. The others aren’t there yet, and the seating area is mostly empty apart from a couple making out in the back row.

“When do I find out what you have planned?”

“Soon, my love.” I use my hand to angle her chin up towards me. “Thank you for letting me make the plans for tonight.”

“Turns out it’s fun to be surprised. And I trust you, Cam. I know, whatever it is, it’ll be good.”

“Good lass,” I tell her, enjoying the way her face screws up in delight at the name.

“Hello, loves.” Dan approaches from behind Abby.

She spins round to hug him, and I move so I can see her face as she clocks who’s walking up beside Dan. She glances at me, jaw dropped, and then her eyes go straight back to the Viking.

“Have you met Henrik?” Dan asks Abby with a quirked brow.

“No, I haven’t had the pleasure. Hey, I’m Pixie.” She reaches out a hand and giggles as he takes hold of it to tug her closer to kiss her on the cheek.

“Pleased to meet you, Pixie,” he says with a hint of a Nordic accent. His eyes rake over her and then move to me, and I’m surprised at the heat that spreads through me as he looks me up and down, smirking at the slutty mini kilt Abby insisted I wear tonight.

“What’s the plan here?” she asks, looking between the three of us.

“We’re going to fill all your holes, honey. How do you feel about that?” Dan says with a grin, his tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip.

“Oh, fuck,” she exclaims, her eyes wide.

A tremor rattles through her. Good, she’s excited.

Playing with others never gets old, not when she’s always there with me.

Over the last year, we’ve only ever shared other people between us, never by ourselves.

The set up works well, giving us both the opportunity to explore and have fun whilst still being anchored to one another.

“Your man is being very generous. He’s gonna let you pick who goes where. We did talk about blindfolding you and making you guess, but you’re too clever for that.”

She turns to me again, brows raised in question. I give her a reassuring nod. “It’s completely up to you, Pixie. What do you say?”

She takes her time, looking each of us up and down. She purses her lips, and it’s almost like we can see the wheels turning in her mind.

“You,” she points at Dan, “get the back door.” She turns to the Viking. “You get my pussy.” She looks at me with a grin. “And you get my mouth. I want you to talk me through it.”

We all strip off completely—it’s easier that way—and step up onto the low stage, making our way to the bed.

We take our time getting her warmed up. I’ve got three fingers in her tight cunt and we slipped a plug in her arse while Dan lathes his tongue over her nipple and Henrik runs the tip of his dick across her lips.

Her tongue pokes out for a taste, drawing my attention.

Greedy little pixie. I get off on seeing her used like this, and the thought of claiming her later as all mine, once we’re done with the others, makes the blood sing in my veins.

Our eyes meet and she stares into my soul while she licks Henrik’s cock.

It’s not jealousy I feel here in this moment.

It’s sheer joy that I’m here, experiencing this pleasure with her.

All I want is for her every desire to be met.

If those desires include having all of her holes stuffed or having her face buried in someone’s pussy while I plough into her, I won’t deny her.

I want her to have every experience she dreams of, and I want to share it all with her.

I can do that, knowing that it’s my arms she walks into after the end of a long day.

It’s my lap she sits on to steal my breakfast. It’s me that lies opposite her on the bed and listens to all her hopes and dreams. It’s me that gets that secret smile that no-one else sees.

It’s me that she whispers, “I love you” to, just as I’m in that space between sleep and awake every night.

She’s everything I never knew I wanted. She challenges me at every opportunity with her stubbornness, her feistiness, and her competitive spirit.

She makes life fun, taking care of me by making sure I don’t work too hard or take life too seriously.

And she feasts on all the love I give her whilst offering hers in return.

I bend down to swipe my tongue against her clit, enjoying the way her body bucks from my touch. I tease her, but not for long. “She’s ready,” I declare to the other two.

“Up you get, love,” Dan tells her fondly. “Let Henrik lay down.” She does as she’s told, clearly eager to move this party to the best bit.

Henrik lays down on the bed, petting his cock with encouragement.

Pixie rolls a condom on him before straddling him and wriggling down to line his blunt head at her entrance.

Dan puts on his own protection before kneeling between their legs.

And I step up towards her face. “Ready, love?” I ask with a tender smile.

“They’re going to go slow to start, get you nice and wet and then we’re going to stuff you so full, you won’t be able to walk out of here afterwards.

I’m going to carry you out in my arms, and everyone here will know you’re mine. And I’m yours. Okay?”

“Yes, please Cam,” her voice pleads, and her hips shift downwards to take Henrik’s cock inside her.

“That’s it baby, you take that big Viking cock. Does it feel good with him stretching you?” She whimpers, and I give Dan a nod. He pulls out the plug and massages her arse cheeks before easing into her stretched, lubed hole.

“Oh, God,” she moans as she’s slowly filled with two cocks. Fuck, I wish I could take a photo of the pleasure on her face. She’s a picture.

I stay close by, whispering encouragement as the two men work together to find a rhythm that suits them all.

The grunts and groans of pleasure keep my cock hard and ready and I grip it at the base as I shift closer, clasping Abby’s chin in my hand to get the angle right before pushing my cock between her lips.

She lets out a low, strangled moan as she’s finally full.

Her eyes are wide and she tilts her chin so she can look up at my face as she takes my cock right to the back of her throat.

“Fuck, Pixie. You’re doing so well. Look at you, taking three cocks at once.

You’re so beautiful when you give yourself up to pleasure like this.

” Her eyelids flutter closed as her orgasm builds.

The Viking reaches down to press his hand against her clit, and she detonates.

She’s a quivering, sweaty mess, and she’s never been more beautiful to me.

I love her like this. Dan and Henrik increase their speed and follow her over the line.

I make a move to step back and let them all detangle, but Abby reaches her hand out and grips my arse tight so I can’t go anywhere.

“You want me to use your throat, pour my cum into you?” I ask her.

She nods. “Okay, love.” And I give it my all, holding the back of her head while I fuck her mouth.

It takes a few strokes and my knees tremble as my cum floods her mouth and she swallows it all down like the good girl she is.

“Fuck, Pixie, look at you. All messed up. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” I manage to say when I find my voice.

Dan pulls out and helps her move across the bed. She sits on the edge of the mattress, and both men go up even further in my estimation when they take a moment to hug her, brush her hair back and check she’s okay. Dan passes her a bottle of water.

Her body droops, and if it weren’t for Henrik holding her up, I’m convinced she’d pour onto the floor like a puddle. I lift a couple of robes from the hooks, pulling one on before helping her into another.

“Thank you, guys. That was fun. Let’s do it again sometime, yeah?” I say as I lift Abby into my arms and carry her off the stage past our now thinning audience.

“Cam,” she says, her hand patting my chest. “Thank you. That was fun.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Pixie.”

“Please, can we go home now? I want a cuddle.”

“I’ll do anything you want, love, you know that.”