Page 72 of Rayne

Freeing my mouth, I look at him confused. "The limits?"

He slows his movements, watching me closely. "From the key party."

"I don't even remember what they were," I tell him, too dazed and distracted.

Hawk pulls out of me, flipping me onto my stomach before hastily pulling me back by my hips. His thumb brushes over my asshole gently, reminding me.

"I think you should take us both," he says huskily. "Let me fuck your tight ass while Jett takes your pussy."

My stomach clenches—a mixture of nerves and excitement conflicting me. I look up at Jett, checking for his reaction to the suggestion.

"It's up to you, Tempest," he says, putting his thumb in my mouth and dragging it down my bottom lip. "But I'd sure love to feel you."

"Will it hurt?" I ask wearily.

Hawk applies light pressure. "We'd never hurt you."

The pressure vanishes, suddenly replaced by his tongue as he buries his face into my pussy. I let out a loud moan, followed by a strangled noise as his tongue moves over forbidden territory.

My hips wiggle on their own accord at the sensation—my body confused at first. Slowly, I relax into it as Hawk switches between my ass and my pussy, pleasure engulfing me.

"Okay," I mutter breathlessly. "I'll try it."

Hawk pulls back, slapping my ass. "That's our good girl."

I feel him getting off the bed as Jett tips my chin up, kissing me deeply. Our tongues meet, only separating when I feel something cold land on my ass.

Hawk pushes some lube around my ass, gently stretching me with his finger. I tense up, but Jett grabs my chin.

"Look at me," he says, coaching me through it. "Focus on me." Leaning down, he kisses me again, urging me to relax. I do my best, staying still as Hawk adds another finger, slowly testing the waters.

"How does that feel?" he asks, kissing my ass.

Pulling back from Jett, I nod. "Good, I think."

The two of them laugh quietly, Hawk shifting positions to rest on his knees. I feel the tip of his cock brush against my asshole and I tense up again.

"Try to relax," he says, waiting. "Focus on Jett."

Jett moves onto the bed, spreading his legs out on either side of me. He grabs my face, locking eyes with me. "I'm here with you. I've got you, understand?"

I nod, head falling forward into his lap as Hawk slowly pushes into me. I squeeze Jett's hands, holding my breath as unfamiliar sensations take over my body.

It feels strange at first—but surprisingly, not a lot of pain as I adjust to him.

"Fuck," Hawk hisses, fingers digging into my hips. Quickly, he releases me, moving his hands to my pussy. He slides a finger inside, coaxing me to relax.

I let out a little moan, eyes squeezing tightly shut. There's more movement as Jett grabs my arms, lifting them up so he can scoot down lower. When I open my eyes, he places my hands on his chest, reaching between us to position his cock. I feel it against my lower abdomen, his hand stroking it slowly.

"Ready to try?" he asks, smiling brightly at me. He looks so happy, so carefree—that in that moment, it makes me want to give them anything.

I nod eagerly, shuffling up more, Hawk doing the same as a chain reaction.

Jett positions himself at my entrance and leans up, kissing me. "You do it—however slow you want."

I reach down, grabbing his cock from him as I inch him inside—slowly, testing the feelings. As I stretch around him, pleasure explodes through me, and I sink down rapidly until there's nowhere else for him to go. The two of them groan loudly, touching me where they can.

"Fuck, Tempest," Hawk hisses. "Just… fuck."

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