Page 6 of Savage Desires
“I feel…” I swallow, searching for the right word. “Light. Like... Like I can actually breathe without it hurting.” My chest tightens, but not in fear that I feel. “I forgot what that felt like.”
Brady steps a little closer, but he doesn’t touch me. Just stands there, close enough that I know he’s there if I need him. “You don’t have to forget again,” he says.
I shake my head slightly. “It’s not that simple.”
“It never is,” Luke agrees gently. “But it’s not impossible either.”
I look between them, water dripping from my hair, my skin, everything feeling raw and exposed in a way that isn’t terrifying for once. “You don’t look at me like I’m broken,” I admit.
“Because you’re not,” Brady says immediately.
I huff out a quiet laugh. “I kind of am.”
Luke tilts his head. “You’re hurt. That’s not the same thing.”
That… hits harder than I expect. I look away, blinking quickly, staring at the water as it rushes past like it could carry everything away with it if I let it. “I didn’t think I’d ever feel normal again,” I whisper. “Or even… close to it.”
Brady finally reaches out, his fingers brushing lightly over my arm, giving me time to pull away if I want to.
“You’re doing it right now,” he says softly, and maybe it’s stupid. Maybe it’s temporary. Maybe it’s fragile as hell. But standing there, with cold water rushing around me and sunlight catching in the mist, with them close enough to steady me but not cage me… I believe him.
Brady positions himself in front of me, and Luke is behind me, his hands gently holding my waist. I close my eyes, and we take this moment in. Time passes around us, but we stay in this moment in time to cherish what my first glimpse of freedom feels like.
Eventually, we do get out. Now we are even colder, because we didn’t prepare to get into this frigid water.
The trail back feels different. It's quieter and heavier. Halfway through, I pause. “Wait,” I say suddenly, and both of them stop instantly.
“What?” Luke asks.
I glance down at the ground, frowning. There’s a crushed cigarette near the edge of the trail. I stare at it for a second too long. Brady notices. “Something wrong?”
“You don’t smoke,” I say.
“No,” he replies.
“Neither do you,” I add, looking at Luke. He shakes his head. The cigarette sits there, half-buried in dirt with a small trail of smokecurling off of it. Memories of burns searing into my flesh bubble up in my mind, remembering how I screamed when he pressed it into my skin. “It’s probably nothing,” I say quickly, even though something in my gut twists hard.
Brady nudges it with his boot, eyes narrowing slightly. “Probably,” he agrees, but neither of us sounds convinced, and no one is willing to step out of the happiness we just created in that water.
By the time the camper comes back into view, the weight of this trip settles back on my shoulders. It’s not as heavy as before, but I certainly didn’t miss it. Joining it is this feeling… What if we had stayed a little longer?
Stepping into the camper, we start stripping off our soaked clothing, but none of us wants to get dressed again right now. It’s almost like I’m compelled as I drop down to my knees in front of Luke and grab his cock. He’s hard, and I can’t resist.
“Jesus,” he hisses when I take him as far into my mouth as I can and suck him. I keep my hand wrapped around the base the best I can. My fingers don’t quite reach around all of the way, showing just how fucking thick he is. As I suck him, I move my head to fuck my own throat, gagging softly as I look up at him through my lashes.
After a moment, he moves his hands to hold the sides of my face as he rocks his hips. I hum with delight as he quickens, eventually finding a speed that is brutal. I hardly notice Brady until he is grabbing my hips and slamming his cock into me, making me scream around Luke’s cock.
“Fuck yes, baby. Scream for us,” Brady grunts as he fuck me hard and deep. I pull back for just a moment to communicate what I am needing.
“Pretend I don’t want it,” I pant.
Right away, they both force back into me, thrusting rapidly, making me scream and gag. Brady pulls my arms back to grip onto as they brutalize me. All the while, I am moaning and teetering on the edge of coming. When I fall, it’s fucking bliss. I suck harder, and my body tightens, and I drag them down with me, and we all moan with a beautiful harmony.
“Damn, girl,” Luke pants as he pulls me up to stand. Brady helps clean me as I try to gather my bearings.
“Sorry,” I laugh breathlessly.
“No. Please, feel free to do that again later,” Brady laughs.
