"I fucking need you," he groaned against my cold, puffy lips, before eagerly returning the kiss.
I tightened my grip, controlling the rhythm of his mouth. He reached above me and ripped down a string of Christmas lightsfrom the pole, then wrapped them around my wrists, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. I swallowed hard, wondering what he had planned. He didn't usually like being touched, but was that still the case?
Once my hands were bound, War pulled me into a darker part of the park, away from prying eyes. His hand wrapped around my throat as he kissed me, slamming my back against a snowy tree trunk, stealing my breath. I gasped as he deepened the kiss, his hands moving quickly to tear at my clothes.
Before I could fully process it, I was spun around, my cheek pressed into the rough bark, my bound hands in front of me, and War pressing against the back of me. His spit was warm as it slid down my ass, soaking my pussy. I spread my legs wider and looked over my shoulder just as Hitch stepped up on us, watching from the shadows behind War.
My heart hammered against my ribs, and my nerves spiked as War slid into my pussy, stretching me until he bottomed out. A strangled cry escaped my lips, a mix of pain and pleasure as War began to thrust. The world narrowed to the feel of him inside me, the rough bark against my cheek, and the looming presence of Hitch. His eyes, dark and unreadable, added a layer of danger I hadn't anticipated. Was this some sort of test? A punishment? Or something else entirely?
War quickened his pace, each thrust a calculated push, drawing a moan from me I couldn't suppress. The cold air stung my exposed skin, but the heat building between my legs was all-consuming. I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing on the rhythmic friction, the pressure that both thrilled and terrified me. Suddenly, War stilled. The motion ceased, leaving me aching and exposed. He leaned down, his voice a low growl against my ear.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
My breath hitched. Slowly, I opened my eyes and met his gaze. His eyes were pools of darkness, reflecting the scattered lights and the intensity of the moment. His smirk was gone, replaced by something…primal. A possessiveness that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Hitch," he said, his voice husky. "Come here."
My stomach lurched. Hitch emerged from the shadows, his face a mask of indifference. He stepped closer, his eyes locked on mine. I knew this was bad.Very, very bad. But I was excited to see what both of them were going to do. I wanted them—both of them—even if it was hard for me to admit it.
The air crackled with unspoken tension. Hitch's gaze was like a physical weight, pressing down on me. I tried to swallow, but my throat felt constricted, every muscle screaming in a mixture of fear and arousal. The scent of pine and something metallic and sharp, filled my nostrils. I focused on War, on the raw heat emanating from him. He was a puzzle, a dangerous game, and right now, I was hopelessly entangled.
Hitch stopped beside War, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. He didn't speak, just stood there, his eyes dissecting me, judging me. It was unnerving, this silent appraisal. What did he see? Desperation? Lust? War shifted slightly, his gaze never leaving mine.
"Hitch," he said again, his voice a low rumble. "Help me."
My heart hammered against my ribs. Help him with what? The questions swirled in my head, a frantic dance of confusion and anticipation. I wanted to understand, to predict, but I was lost in the chaos of the moment. The lights above us, the festive decorations, suddenly seemed menacing, watching, judging.
Hitch's expression didn't change, but a slow smile crept across his lips, revealing a flash of white teeth. He reached out and, with a casual touch, ran a finger down my cheek, tracing the lineof my jaw. His touch was cold, a stark contrast to the burning heat still lingering between my legs.
"You like this, don't you, Fallon?" he murmured, his voice a silken whisper that sent a shiver down my spine.
I didn't answer, unable to speak, my gaze locked on his. I wanted to deny it, to fight it, but the truth was undeniable. I craved the danger, the uncertainty, the raw power emanating from both of them. Hitch’s gaze drifted down, lingering on my bound wrists, the lights now reflecting in the cold metal of the wire. His eyes flickered back to mine.
"Let's see what you’re made of," he taunted, licking his lips from hunger.
He reached for the Christmas lights wrapped around my wrists, his grip firm. He tugged, and the lights bit into my skin. A sharp, stinging pain shot through my arm, but I bit back a cry. This was what I wanted.
Before I could react, he had unwound the lights, leaving my wrists free. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, metallic object. I squinted, trying to make out what it was. It was a pair of handcuffs. He held them up, letting the cold metal glint in the scattered light.
"You like being controlled, don’t you?” he asked, a knowing look in his eyes.
My breath hitched. I nodded, unable to speak. The fear had not disappeared, but it was being pushed aside by the anticipation, by the thrilling weight of surrender. Hitch smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. He leaned closer, and locked the cuffs around my wrists, connecting them behind my back. My arms were trapped, my body completely vulnerable. I was at their mercy.
"Now," he said, stepping back, his eyes dancing with dark amusement. "Let’s see how far we can go," he said whilewrapping the lights around my throat like a leash, and whenever he pulled it the string would tighten, cutting off my air supply.
War shifted, his eyes burning into me. He grasped my hips and lifted me up, then slammed me down on his cock. As I went to cry out, Hitch shoved his cock into my mouth, silencing me as he fucked my throat ruthlessly. I was theirs to use, theirs to play with, and I'd be lying if I were to say I didn't enjoy every second of it. While War slid in and out of my pussy, teasing my ass with the tip of his cock, Hitch fucked my mouth and choked me with the lights so I couldn't breathe.
Pleasure coursed through me. I wanted more. So much more.
The world dissolved into sensation—the grinding friction of War’s thrusts, the suffocating pressure of the lights around my throat, and the intrusive, brutal invasion of Hitch’s cock in my mouth. My vision blurred, the festive lights of the square twisting and swirling into a kaleidoscope of colors. My lungs screamed for air, a desperate plea lost in the depths of pleasure. Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the sweat and the taste of blood that now filled my mouth.
Each thrust from War was a hammer blow, driving me further into a spiraling vortex. I arched my back, desperate for more, desperate to escape the suffocating grip of the lights. The metallic tang of blood filled my mouth, making me gag. I knew I couldn't last much longer.
Suddenly, a shift in the rhythm. War stopped, his body tensing, his grip on my hips tightening. A low groan escaped his lips, and he plunged into me one last time, deep, before erupting in a violent spasm. His body went limp, his weight settling against mine as he spilled hot cum inside me as deep as he could get it.
At the same time, Hitch slammed deeper into my mouth, a guttural sound ripping from his throat slightly matching mine. The lights tightened around my neck, and I couldn't get a singlebreath in or out. The world tilted, the colors intensified, and then, everything went black.
I woke with a gasp, lungs burning, struggling for air. The lights were gone from my throat, and Hitch was gone from my mouth. Panic seized me. I thrashed, desperate to sit up, but my wrists were still bound. My vision cleared, and I saw War standing over me, his chest heaving, his face slick with sweat. Hitch was gone.
