Page 31 of Enter if you Dare: Part One

Valli

Noa hangs helplessly from Cave’s post. Physically helpless, but that mouth of his keeps running.

I place my hands on his chest and drag them down, teasing the gravel rash, and he hisses.

“Fuck, Valli! If you keep touching me like that, the teenage version of me might appear. I’m a grown man—surely I can last the distance.”

I smile at him, then feel a presence behind me; Cave’s large body towers over me. He fastens his fingers around one of my wrists and slowly guides my hand down Noa’s chest again.

Noa’s eyes lock on mine as our fingers reach his lower stomach, and he releases a moan when Cave lifts my hand. Then Cave helps me wrap my hand around Noa’s cock, his own large digits circling mine. His erection presses into my upper back, and I notice Cipher on his knees beside us. Cave reaches out and pushes his thumb against Cipher’s lips, and he parts them, sucking Cave’s thumb into his mouth.

“Kneel,” Cave growls in my ear. I do as he commands, releasing my hand from Noa’s cock as I drop to the ground at his feet.

Cave slides his hand free of Noa’s cock and pushes it through my hair. He uses his grip to pull my head back until my throat elongates and my mouth falls open, and then he spits onto my tongue. He growls deep in satisfaction as he watches me swallow.

I don’t know what I expected from Cave tonight, but it wasn’t that.

He pushes my head toward Noa’s cock, and I open my mouth again willingly, enjoying the sensation of his tip sliding between my lips. Cave uses the hold in my hair to guide me, and once I have the right momentum, he lets go, and I feel his presence disappear from behind me.

“Oh, fuck. Please don’t stop,” Noa whines.

There is a rustle from behind me, followed by a groan, and in my periphery, I can see Cipher has his hand wrapped around his cock. He is staring at us while stroking himself slowly, his cheeks a ruddy red.

Cave appears behind Noa, holding a corn stalk. He strips the leaves off and discards them, then his arm pulls back before he brings the stalk down hard on Noa’s ass with a swift thwack.

“Fuuuuck. Do it again. Please,” Noa begs.

His cock swells in my mouth, and with each thwack of the stalk, his ass clenches and he pushes his cock forward. I wrap my hand around his base, teasing and sucking on him harder, until Cave finally drops the corn stalk. Then he falls to his knees, leans in, and kisses Noa’s ass.

“Oh, hot damn! He put his tongue on my asshole. Oh, fuck, that feels good . . . you both feel so good,” Noa blurts into the open air.

I work his cock with my hand and mouth, while Cave rims his ass with his tongue. Cipher moans from beside me, and when I glance at him, he rubs his thumb over the head of his cock.

“Fuck, I’m going to come. Valli, move,” Noa grits out.

I don’t move; instead, I suck him harder until he explodes in my mouth, his warm cum hitting my tongue, and I swallow.

Cave appears at my side as soon as I pull back from Noa’s cock and wipe my lips. The man suddenly has zero patience, sliding his hands under my arms and helping me to my feet, so he can lead me straight to Cipher.

Then Cave turns me away from Cipher without a word, his hands finding the hem of my top and lifting it over my head in one slow motion. He is unhurried about it now that he has my undivided attention, like he has all night and knows it. His fingers move to the zip at my waist, peeling everything back layer by layer while I stand there and let him. The cold air of the cornfield finds every inch of skin he uncovers, and I am very aware Cipher is watching us.

Cave seems to be aware of it too. I think that might be exactly the point. When he is finished, he turns me back around by my shoulders. Now I am standing in nothing but the darkness, and Cipher is staring at me like he has forgotten what his hands are for.

Cave’s large palms push down on my shoulders.

“He wants you to sit on me,” Cipher says, and I nod, taking a seat on Cipher’s lap once he has settled himself comfortably on the grass.

Cipher looks at me, and there is something unspoken in his eyes. The look a person gets when they are worried or anxious.

“Are you okay?” I ask, and he nods. “Use your words.”

He winces. “I’m okay.”

“You don’t look okay.”

His eyes cut briefly to Cave’s, but I grab his chin and make him look at me. Cave gets no say in what happens between us.

He swallows. “I’ve never done this before.”