Page 62 of Among the Screaming Trees

“Ugh. No. Yes. I don’t know.” Still not an apology. Stubborn fucking woman.

“Fox will shut that smart mouth up with his monster, baby. Anything you want to say, do it now before you are drowning in dick.”

Luk lines up and slams home in one thrust. The movement causes us to slide along the cheap upholstery. Yeah, he’s just as frustrated as I am.

“That’s your cock through her pussy, Doc,” he says, grinning down at me.

I nod. The membrane is thin, and I too can feel him buried deep inside her. “When you thrust, I withdraw. In and out, got it?”

He nods, rolling his hips and coating himself in every drop of her.

Fox moves from standing near Luk’s feet to where her head rests on my shoulder. Her still-damp hair tickles when she’s sent further back onto my shaft, and her pendant falls over her shoulder and into the hollow of my throat.

He strokes himself with long glides, teasing her lips with the weeping crown. Oh, to be a college kid again with no refractory period. Lucky fucker.

“Open,” he mouths, as if his growled monosyllabic words this evening have pained him. She complies, and he glides the weeping head along her bottom lip, his hand still fisting the root. Luk’s right, he is huge. A brute of a man with a more than impressive boner. It rivals Aspen’s forearm, and she’s about to swallow it. He squeezes just behind the head and a bead of pearly pre-cum oozes from the slit and onto her darting tongue. Holy shit, I don’t want to be the first to blow. I’ll never live down the age-related jokes. Elijah would have a fucking field day. Oh, fuck, Elijah! I should have called him from the sat phone to let him know we had made it to the cabin. Fuck it, it’s going to have to wait until our fucking is done, and by done I mean until we’re all spent and satiated, not just this moving quadrant of lust-fueled limbs and angsty apologies.

I press up into her flesh, only withdrawing when Luk surges. All the while my focus is on our shared motion with Aspen as our vessel. My vision is captured by her oral skills; the way she licks and sucks on Fox’s shaft has me hardening more. I watched her take Luk in while I fucked her from behind, plus the angle I’ve had hundreds of times before: looking down as I’m being pleasured by a woman on her knees. Then there is the heady elixir of dual oral pleasure, giving and receiving. No one enjoys sixty-nine more than me, yet somehow the movie playing out in front of me also has my name up in lights in a starring role.

My hands are sandwiched between Aspen and Luk’s heavy pressure. When I pinch and pluck her turgid nipples, it’s his nipples on the other side of my fists. The sensory overload is sublime; her sweetness and generous curves, Luk’s masculine sharp edges, and Fox’s blossoming discovery of what he likes and what he’s capable of. “I’m going to come,” I declare to everyone and no one.

“Same,” Luk shouts, the veins in his neck taut and throbbing.

Aspen’s eyes water around the sheer length and girth of Fox’s cock, saliva pooling and spilling off the tip of her chin. Watching the droplets leave her skin and descend to the floor has my balls pumping cum into my shaft, and I explode deep in her tightest little hole.

“Oh, fuck, Doc. I felt that. You’re going to make me come, too.”

My pulsing and her rippling muscles bring on his own. He continues in and out on a pained gasp, cursing and kissing her neck, shoulders and breasts as he stills. But she’s not there yet, and neither is Fox. While she’s taking care of him, it’s only fair Luk and I can take care of her. Luk withdraws and rolls to the side, allowing me unfettered access to her swollen, needy clit with my fingers before his mouth is there, tasting himself, and Fox from earlier. With me still balls deep in her rear hole, Luk licks her to climax while I provide nipple stimulation and words of encouragement. She quakes, gentle at first until her orgasm pounds into her like a wave cresting rocks and drowning everything it engulfs. With Fox still fisting the part of his shaft Aspen can’t manage, he, too, comes with a beastial roar, finishing on her tongue and chin. Fuccccck!

“Thanks for the update, asshole. I haven’t slept for thirty-four hours.”

“By a process of deduction, I’d say your lack of quality sleep has more to do with you and your demons than us chasing down Aspen.”

Elijah sighs. I can picture him tearing at his onyx strands, which would stick up at all angles by now. “We’re at the hiker’s cabin. We’re safe. She’s still angry, as are we. We need to talk—really talk, Eli.”

“You don’t think I know that?” he snaps back. “I’ll have a chopper there in a couple of hours. Earlier, if there’s a break in the weather.”

“Thanks, buddy,” I offer back.

“Don’t thank me yet.”

“Ah, yes, that’s right. You kicked all this off, didn’t you?”

“Fucker,” he spits back, and the line goes dead.

I place the phone in my jacket pocket. The clothes are still damp from yesterday, but we can’t exactly climb aboard a chopper naked, even though we’ve spent all our time in the cabin unclothed, unburdened, and uninterrupted. Until now.

“Are Aspen and Fox still talking?” I ask Lukaz, who has appeared behind me while I gaze over the frozen river. If he was attempting to sneak up on me, his clumsy gait and mouth breathing took away every element of surprise.

“Yeah, if you can call it that. He spent most of the time staring into her eyes and cradling her face. Like he’s hoping to pour out everything he’s experiencing by touch alone. It’s quite sweet.”

Sweet? I guess he’s right. I’m familiar with the pain of grief and loss. Foxtraced her soft skin as if committing it to memory. Our hut hideaway offered them their first meaningful connection, and in his mind, he may well be terrified of losing that. After Aspen was thoroughly penetrated, she dissolved into heaving sobs on the floor in our arms. Whether from exhaustion or the danger she had narrowly avoided, it all came tumbling down her pale cheeks. We moved the cushions into an arrangement around the fire and fell asleep tangled in each other. One of us stayed awake to watch over our tangle, replenish fresh, dry logs on the fire, or to comfort her when new sobs shook her shoulders. In the light of the new day, deeper discussions need to take place. Both in the hut as a four, and back at Elijah’s as points of our pentagon.

Back inside, Aspen has a pot on the stove, the water rolling into a boil as we step inside. Instant coffee and mugs wait on the countertop. They both look up as we step inside, one brilliant smile and one unsure, solemn line. “Chopper will be here in a couple of hours.”

“What did Professor Wyldan tell the Dean?” she asks.

“Um, something about bad fish for dinner, and that we’re stuck in the many bathrooms of his manor. Does it matter how he covered for our absence, Aspen?”