Page 91 of Cruel Debts
Tee Bird.The nickname made me gasp in surprise, not because I hadn't heard it already from his lips, but because of the way it made me feel when I stroked myself while he uttered it. It took me higher, to a place I couldn't reach on my own, and suddenly he was very much a part of this scene. I was no longer fantasizing about Liam giving me instructions. I was no longer imagining Asher demanding to learn how to please me.
Now, I was imagining Hawke, touching himself as he watched me get off, the two of us desperate but too stubborn to touch each other.
"Hawke," I whispered, my mind a blur. I wished I could take it back the second I said it, because I didn't want him to get the wrong idea. But with my fingers fucking up into myself, his eyes on me, and my breath coming in quick, panted gasps, it still wasn't enough. I needed more, and there was no way my fingers were going to reach where I wanted them.
"You're such a dirty whore," he muttered, and then I heard the sound of a zipper across the room, and I realized my fantasy was now playing out in real-time, and his hand was seconds away from being otherwise occupied with his dick.
I took a chance. "I bet you don't have the balls to come closer."
"I assure you I have the biggest balls in this house," he growled, and then his face was at the foot of the bed, and he was on his knees, staring up at me from between my legs as I shook from the intensity of his gaze.
"I—"
"Please," he said with a grin, gesturing at my dripping cunt and open legs. "Continue. I'm quite enjoying this show."
I wasn't sure when my sanity fled the building, but it moved so fast it left the door swinging in its wake. With renewed ferocity, I leaned even further back, whining as I struggled to get my fingers further inside myself, where I needed them to drive me over the edge.
Or I needed stimulation on the outside, and my other hand was clearly busy holding me up.
His voice was ragged as he observed me. "It's not enough, is it?" I watched that tongue dart out between his lips to wet them, his eyes glued to me. "Your hand isn't big enough."
How the hell did he manage to know all my inner secrets with just a glance? "I'm not telling you shit. My fingers have worked just fine until now."
"Shame," he said with a sigh, turning his hand over in front of his face. "I happen to have these really long fingers on my hands?—"
Something in me snapped. "Hawke, if that's an offer, the answer is yes, but only for the next five seconds."
"Five?"
"One," I said under my breath, watching him carefully. "Two. Three?—"
"Stop counting, Tee Bird. I thought you'd never ask."
THIRTY-NINE
HAWKE
I didn't planto interrupt a solo session today. I certainly wouldn't have offered to help any of the guys finish themselves off. But Tee-Bird looked so helpless, so tempting, so deer-in-the-headlights, that I couldn't just walk away. I had to do something.
So I sat down and watched.
By the time she offered the five-second countdown, I was harder than concrete in my pants, eager and aching and so ready to fuck my own hand that it would have been impossible to keep it in my pants long enough to make it to my own room. I probably would have whipped it out and started jerking myself off right in front of her, as a challenge.
And now here I was, about to put my fingers inside the girl that drove me absolutely batshit crazy on a daily basis.
"I'll bet you've thought about this," I growled at her, my hands trailing up the inside of her legs. She shivered prettily when they caressed her calves, and my grin widened. "Thought about me touching you, haven't you?"
"N-no," she whimpered, but it was a lie and we both knew it. She had tells. I was familiar with them.
"Liar."
My hands smoothed over the expanse of her inner thighs, and her legs fell even further open, teasing, tempting, inviting me in. She closed her eyes and lay back on the bed, her hands at her sides, surrender etched into every line of her body.
"Yes, I am. A big, fat liar." Her huff of annoyance was adorable. "I've thought about all of you."
All of us? So naughty."All of us at once, or on our own?"
She squeezed her eyes tighter, groaning as my fingers teased the edges of her bare pussy. "Both."
