What was wrong with her? This game of seducing them to escape was only that—a game. Lies. Right? Once she got them to trust her, it would be easy to get the keys.
Nice One scooted close, his arm brushing against hers. All three of them remained silent as they settled into their ridiculous sleeping arrangement. At least the bed was large. Hers would be impossible to fit them all.
Oh, that was a thought—all of them together in her room. Maybe one would take her from behind while the other had her mouth.
Stop.
That growing heat in her core was turning to a dull ache the longer she fantasized about them. Willow rubbed her thighstogether as discreetly as possible, desperate for friction. The piercing in the hood of her clit only added to that need.
She listened to their breaths as they lay there, but the wind still howled outside. The warmth of their bodies took the cold room from bearable to actually comfortable.
Nice One’s shoulder touched her again, the contact making her want to lean into him. Mean One’s breathing turned low and slow as he drifted off to sleep. He must’ve been exhausted to crash so quickly. Probably from chopping wood on top of everything else.
Willow carefully shifted onto her left side to face the one who was clearly still awake. The tension in his body was palpable as she moved even if she couldn’t see anything except a vague silhouette. She liked him, even if this was meant to be a trick. The feel of his strong hands was unexpectedly tender.
“Back at you, pretty girl.”
He found her intriguing as well. She liked it when he called her that.
His breaths were still measured, like he was holding himself back. Maybe she could do something for him. He deserved it for untying her hands and giving her some slivers of dignity in this whole thing. From what she’d overheard in the wind, he was the one who’d convinced Mean One not to kill her.
Willow carefully reached out and rested her hand on his shoulder. His muscles contracted under the sudden touch, but quickly eased as he realized what was happening.
Do I know what’s happening?
She ran her hand across the plane of his chest. He was wearing a t-shirt, the soft fabric was hot from the hard body beneath.
She continued to move, exploring the dips and lines of his torso. That ache was turning almost painful as she moved. She shouldn’t be so turned on by their secret touches.
Mean One remained asleep as her hand drifted lower, brushing the hem of his shirt and tracing down to his hips. The V-shaped outline of his body was clearly defined under her fingers.
His muscles tensed. “What are you doing, pretty girl,” he whispered. His voice wasn’t muffled so he must have taken off the mask. Rain had begun to pelt against the roof, drowning out Mean One’s soft snores.
“I like touching you,” she replied, her voice equally as husky with lust. It wasn’t a lie, even if her motive wasn’t honest. A hand job would definitely lull him into trusting her.
Finally, she reached down and massaged the large bulge protruding from his jeans. He let out a barely audible sound as she worked the length straining against the confines of his clothes. Maybe he knew it would’ve been impossible to sleep if he’d stripped to his underwear.
“Fuck…” he groaned, barely loud enough for her to hear over the storm, “are you trying to kill me?”
The corner of her mouth quirked up as she undid the button and slid the zipper down. “Maybe a little.”
He pulled the waistband of his boxers down to free himself. She took hold of him, wishing she could see this giant dick that was now in her hand. Her mouth watered as she ran her palm up and down in slow strokes. Wow. Taking him fully would be a challenge, but all she wanted now was to sink down onto him. She wanted him to make it fit.
Her fingers grazed the tip, making him twitch as she spread precum along his length. Then she took him fully in hand, moving with purpose. His hips jerked slightly, the effort to stay still clearly causing him some strain. The bed creaked under the motion, but their bedmate remained dead to the world.
Willow might’ve been their captive, but at the moment, she owned him.
The thought of watching him come in her hand sent another thrill of pleasure through her as she continued to work him. But then the reality of that hit her, how were they going to hide the evidence of this from their sleepy companion? It wasn’t like there were any rags around that she had seen.
His hips jerked again and his breaths were ragged as she thought about what to do. Carefully, she sat up, confusing him for a brief second, but she kept going. Her underwear was soaked now as she thoroughly enjoyed everything about this. It might be a trick, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun with it, right?
“Willow…” he gritted out.
Quickly but carefully, she took him as deep into her mouth as possible. His hands fisted her hair, pulling her down further as she desperately tried to breathe and swallow the hot spurts filling her throat. This was definitely not what she had in mind when she’d been kidnapped.
She swallowed everything down, not letting a drop leak from her lips that were still wrapped around his cock.
Once satisfied that there wouldn’t be a huge mess, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She nestled up against him and was shocked to suddenly feel his mouth claiming hers. Histongue swept through, tasting everything and desperate to seek her. She met him just as eagerly. Her teeth grazed his lips and she offered subtle nips at his tongue any time he’d pull back.
