“So, this is where that guy got the stones to fuck us all over, I take it?” Hunter muses, looking towards one of the coral gemstones embedded in the wall.
“Probably,” Sabrina concedes, following his line of sight. “But to be fair, he was only trying to help because he saw that Acheron was a narcissistic douchebag, too.”
Hunter swipes a handful of water and scrubs it over his face. “We’re not going to make any more progress this afternoon, so as much as I hate it since the others will be freaking out right now, we should try to get a couple hours of sleep and kill some time that way.”
Sabrina’s quiet for a long moment, gods only know what going through her head right now. “Anyone opposed to rinsing off before we lay around pretending to sleep since we all know we’re not going to be able to? The water’s still coming in, so we can drink from there if it takes forever for the water to filter out. Heck, maybe the dirt will make it more obvious where it’s draining and we can start chipping away at it.”
“Might as well,” Damian agrees, stripping out of his wet t-shirt. “Not like I’m going to be able to sleep in boxers that could stock a garden bed.”
It sets off a chain reaction of shedding our remaining clothes, and I slip into the water. This section at least only comes up to my chest, but there’s a downward slope towards the center. While the basin is made of smooth stone, there are enough grooves in it to offer some footholds for stability. Sabrina stays in her bra and underwear when she climbs in, and we make the best of what we have to work with. Submerging our clothes, we use the wall as a makeshift washboard, rinsing them until the water dripping from these is relatively clear. Wringing them out, Hunter climbs out with our haul, laying everything out beside the fire to dry.
Sabrina slides one of her bra straps off her shoulder. “Honestly, I expected it to be a lot colder.”
“Here, let me help.” Stepping up behind her, I unhook the back, sliding it off, submerging it, and toss it up to land beside the rest of the pile.
“Well, if we’re offering to help get her naked...” Damian cages her in between us, skimming his palms down her sides and over her ass, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her underwear. Giving her plenty of time to protest, he begins dragging them down her hips agonizingly slowly.
Settling a hand on her stomach beneath her pendant, my fingers curl around her side, pinning her back against me and nuzzling her temple. “If you want to stop, I highly recommend you speak up now.”
She pointedly keeps her mouth shut, grabbing onto my arm for leverage to help Damian get her underwear off.
Casting them off in the general direction of the fire, Damian slides a hand up her leg, guiding her into wrapping it around his waist. “What are you in the mood for, beautiful? Want us to tire you out quickly, or should we take advantage of all the time we suddenly have on our hands?”
“I think I’ve made enough poor decisions today, it’s someone else’s turn.” Resting her head back against my shoulder, she tilts her chin up to face me. “It would be really helpful if for the next half hour or so you could tell me what to do so I don’t have to think.”
Fuck, she’s perfect.
Kissing her forehead, I step away, leaning against the wall beside them. “I think Hunter still needs some convincing to get on board, beautiful. Why don’t you show him what he’s missing?” As Damian grips the edge with his free hand, I trail my fingertips down her arm, guiding her hand to wrap around my cock. “He’s got his hands full keeping you both steady, gorgeous. You’re going to have to help him out.” She reaches between them, rubbing the head of his cock across her slit twice before slowly impaling herself.
Damian lets out a soft groan. “Always torturing us in the best of ways.”
At her breathy laughter, I tighten my fingers around Sabrina’s hand with a small smile, setting the pace as I force her to stroke me. “That’s my girl. Now, let me see you ride him.” Nails digging into Damian’s shoulder, she experiments for a minute before finding a good rhythm.
Far too silent thus far, I glance Hunter’s way. I get it; it’s a fucked-up situation. The weight of the world could literally come crashing down to crush us at any moment, and the others have to be frantic with worry by now. But short of digging our own way out of here, there’s really nothing for us to do but wait, because Sabrina’s right. There’s no way in hell any of us will be able to sleep. So, we can either sit around worrying, or we can kill time another way. And right now, she’s not the only one that needs a distraction.
Catching Hunter’s heated gaze on the way her tits are bouncing, I pump her hand quicker. “Little faster, gorgeous. Really test Damian’s ability to hold out.” As she increases her pace, Hunter swallows, fisting himself. Nodding my head towards her breasts, I suggest, “That can’t be too comfortable without a bra. Hunter, why don’t you help her out?”
After only a brief hesitation, he gets back in the water, taking his place behind her. The second he finally lays his hands on her, he’s a goner. All moral dilemmas over how best to take care of us with nothing to work with, fears, and urgency to escape this place go up in smoke, as if her touch alone is a balm to his soul. With a soft rumble escaping his chest, he clamps his teeth around the side of her neck, biting down gently.
Gripping both of her breasts, thumbs rolling and toying with her nipples, he flexes his hips against her ass. “You are far too tempting for my better judgment, you know that?”
Breathless, she hums in approval, grinding back against him. “You’re welcome.”
“How do you feel about pushing your limits a little?” While I technically mean the question for all of them, she answers automatically. “Willing to try almost anything once.” Though there’s suspicion in her gaze, it’s vastly overshadowed by intrigue.
Catching Hunter’s attention, I raise an eyebrow at Hunter. “Not like there’s any lube around here, and her mouth’s mine tonight.”
It takes him a second to get the insinuation, but the moment it clicks, he cocks his head in contemplation. “Not against the idea.”
“Damian?”
He hisses in a sharp breath as Sabrina rolls her hips. “I’m with them on this one; willing to try anything once. Hunt doesn’t really do anything for me, but seeing how much Sabrina can take is one of my favorite ways to spend an afternoon.”
Leaning closer, I turn her head and capture her lips, sliding her fist down my length again. “Relax, for us, pretty girl. Deep breaths.” Slowly, Hunter presses into her and she tenses a bit before kissing me back with a vengeance, easing back onto him a little more as she relaxes.
Hunter gives her another inch and I swallow down her small whimper as he praises, “That’s it, princess. Show us how well you can take everything we give you.” Drawing in slow inhales, she breathes through the stretch and pain until Hunter can’t drive any deeper.
“Fuck.” She bites my lip, shifting her hips as my cock twitches in her tight fist. “Start moving, please,” she begs.
