Page 94 of Cruel Debts
"OhmigodHawke—aaaahhhhhhhh?—"
Her scream was like music to my ears as she dropped her hands, gripping the bedsheet as her orgasm slammed into her with the force of a freight train with no brakes. Her body shook uncontrollably, her hips bucking with my fingers still attached as she gasped for air and her pussy gushed?—
"That's right, baby, give in. Surrender."
"Oh, oh fuck, oh no, Hawke, what?—"
"That's called squirting, Tee-Bird. You ever have a man make you do that?"
Her answer was weak and timid as I slid my fingers out of her, wiping her arousal on my pants. "N-no. Not—I've never—not like that."
I turned my back on her, pleased that I'd done something to her she'd never forget in her lifetime. That I was here first, that I was the first one to make that happen for her, was a boost to my ego.
"Well, now you have." I crossed my arms, trying to decide whether to deal with this hard-on alone in my room, and leave her here desperate and wanting, or stay and watch her ride that high down.
I didn't get the choice, though. Two small hands crept around my hips and dove into my jeans with targeted precision. Before I could blink, she had my cock in her hands, and her head rested against the left side of my hip, a slight grin on those lips as she tilted her face up to me, tear tracks still prominent on her cheeks.
"My turn?"
FORTY
TRINITY
I'd never donethat in my fucking life. No man had ever managed to make me come so hard. I was still shaking, actually. But I was determined to give Hawke the same attention he'd given me, even if he had been a dick about it.
Which is how we ended up in the living room, on the couch, with his dick in my mouth and my hands on my pussy, naked as the day we were both born, damn near creating a whole ass porno, when Liam and Asher both walked in, their eyes wider than a dinner plate.
"Shit," Asher muttered, brows in his hairline. "That looks fun."
"You had a turn already," Hawke groaned, fucking my face like I was nothing more than his sex toy. "Wait your turn, unless you're here to lick my balls while she swallows my load."
That sounded so hot, I found myself chasing the edge of another orgasm. Sure, it wasn't as intense as the last one, but that was just fine by me. I didn't need to lose my damn mind every time I came.
Hawke mistook my eager moan for need. "You want my load down your throat, Trinity? You like to swallow cum like a good little whore?"
Liam rolled his eyes as I nodded and moaned, his gaze anywhere but on me. "You all are fucking idiots. I can't deal with this right now." And then he was back out the door he just came through, likely in search of the gym, and a punching bag to beat on.
I pulled off of Hawke's dick long enough to look at Asher and beg. "Join us?"
Hawke's hand fisted in my hair, yanking my attention back to him. "Who said you could call the shots around here?"
"Hey," Asher growled, "maybe lay off the girl a little. Be gentle." He looked like he was struggling really hard to keep from strangling his friend.
"She likes it when I'm rough, don't you, Trinity?" His gaze bored into my skull as he waited for confirmation. "Tell Asher you're fine."
"I'm fine, Asher," I moaned, my fingers still hovering on my clit. "Like it this way."
"You like him being rough with you?" His eyes were soft, gentle, but curious. "What about me?"
"You like to watch," I panted, eyeing the cock Hawke was busy stroking as he waited patiently for us to stop talking. "He likes to dominate."
"Yeah, and Liam likes to run away. Now, if we're done talking about kinks, can we maybe get back to what we were doing before you guys interrupted a beautiful thing?"
Just as he moved to shove his dick back in my mouth, I closed my lips, watching him carefully. "I want Asher to join." I wasn't backing down on this. The way he was looking at me had me wondering what it would be like to fuck them both, and if I didn't start taking what I wanted, I'd never get it.
"Does he have to?" Hawke looked put out.
"Yes."
