Page 19 of Rayne

"Fuck. She really does."

My pussy tightens around him at his words, making him groan again. Hearing the sounds from his mouth are wicked, making me feel a little obsessed.

As he starts moving, a slightly slower pace than his brother, I'm blindsided when Hawk straddles my chest, crushing me into the mattress.

Hands remove the gag, and when it's gone, I take a deep breath, sensation rushing back to my numb cheeks.

Hawk slaps my cheek with his cock, the tip caressing my lips. "Open your little lips for me."

"What?" I breathe out, not sure I heard him correctly. But it gives him the opening he wants, his cock pushing into my mouth.

I moan in protest against his shaft, but as Jett thrusts into me deep, I'm stuck making little sounds. The vibrations travel down his length, and he grabs my raised arms, fingers wrapped around my biceps as he rocks his hips. His cock pumps in and out of my mouth, the taste of myself lingering on him.

Closing my lips around him, I suck hard, making him hiss in surprise. He slides in and out a few times, before falling out, his thumb tugging my bottom lip down.

"How do you taste?" he asks huskily.

"Like I still fucking hate you," I groan.

"Good," Hawk responds, cock pushing back inside. "We're going to keep fucking you as much as you hate us."

Jett's hands dig in my thighs, a silence agreement with his brother. Moving his hand, his thumb flicks my clit, giving it a small tug before drawing circles around it.

I'm pinned down, filled from them both, unable to comprehend anything other than how good they feel.

Surprisingly, I still want more, the need to come again returning. I tighten around Jett, letting him feel my desperation. As soon as I do it, I regret it instantly, as he pulls out, dropping my legs on the bed.

I whine against Hawk's shaft, but to my horror, he also rips himself from my mouth, climbing off my body.

My breath is ragged, and I try to find them through the blindfold, body aching and sore. I can hear movements, the sound of flesh slapping together.

"What are you doing?" I ask quietly, trying to follow the sounds.

I jump when I feel warm liquid spray onto my stomach, the two of them groaning loudly. Realization dawns on me and I tug on the cuffs violently, mouth agape.

Hawk and Jett cover me in their releases, leaving me a mess as they happily whisper to each other.

There's no words—I can't speak from the shock. Someone tears the blindfold from my face, the light burning my eyes. I quickly blink, first inspecting my torso.

Just as I suggested, I'm dressed in white ribbons, some droplets rolling down my body. My gaze shoots up to the two of them, standing side by side with smirks on their faces.

"I guess we're done with you now," Hawk says, eyes dancing wildly.

"Are you serious?" I mutter, pulling the rope so hard that the bed creaks.

Jett leans over, unfastening the rope from the bed frame. My arms fall in a heavy heap onto the bed and I quickly fight through the pain to undo the cuffs.

"Thanks for a fun night," Jett grins, collecting his clothes around the bathroom. "I do love these charity events."

I sit up, watching them speechless. Hawk throws me a wink, pulling on his trousers.

"We're not finished," I spit out, annoyed.

"Oh, but we are," Hawk laughs. "I think you enjoyed yourself. Judging by your eagerness to continue…"

I turn to Jett, hoping for some sympathy. "I was about to come!"

He nods, an all-knowing smile on his face. "And it breaks my heart not to have felt that on my cock. But it's getting late, and we'd hate to keep you from heading home."

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