Page 97 of Cruel Debts
"Someone move," I begged, desperate for anything other than this stalemate. "Please, move."
I wasn't prepared for it when they finally did move. Asher slid out, and Hawke slid in, and they fucked me in a contrasting tempo for a while. The constant slide against each other was doingsomethingfor me, but I was both afraid and eager to see how it would feel again with both of them in me at once, in and out.
I didn't have to wait long to find out.
"Shit, Tee-Bird," Hawke growled, and his speed faltered for a second, lining him up for Asher's tempo to meet his in earnest this time. And when they both filled me at once, I couldn't hold back the scream that built inside me.
It was like everything and nothing I'd ever dreamed of. I felt so full that the threat of bursting apart seemed very real in thepresent moment. A tear slid from my eye, and I gasped back a sob as I fell against Hawke's chest, clinging to him for dear life.
The whole time, I just mumbled"more,"over and over, the punishing pace they set only outweighed by the amount of pleasure each move brought me.
Asher burned, Hawke soothed, and in no time at all, my mind was spiraling, the orgasm behind my teeth threatening escape. I couldn't even think straight, with the way they tore me apart and put me back together in the same breath.
This was bliss. This was what all the girls giggled about behind their hands. This was what I'd waited damn near my whole life to try with men I had lusted after for years.
This was above and beyond what I'd expected.
"Holy shit," I whined, and then I threw my head back and came—hard—all over the two of them.
"Fuck, I'm toast," Asher muttered, his cock spurting into me, making me feel even fuller.
"Ugh," Hawke groaned, his dick jerking inside me. His sounds were enough. He didn't need to say a thing to convey the way his body tensed beneath me and filled me up even more.
The second they moved, I'd start dripping from both holes. The thought was both arousing and shameful.
A voice echoed out from the doorway as we leaned against each other, panting out our exhaustion and euphoria.
"If you three are done ruining the couch?—"
Asher pulled out of me, and the move was so sudden, it caused actual pain. I bit back the yelp of agony, but Hawke didn't miss it, nor did he miss the way my hands dug into his shoulders, nails damn near piercing his skin.
His retreat was less rough, slower, and when I was left gaping and needy, he lifted me in his arms and carried me off to my room, shutting the door behind us with his heel.
For once, Hawke was nothing but kind as the sound of Asher and Liam arguing in the living room echoed through the walls and reached me as I soaked in a hot bath.
I closed my eyes and tried desperately to tune it out.
FORTY-ONE
TRINITY
The next morning was calm—quiet,oddly so, but calm. I couldn't think of a single thing to say to these men now that two of them had put themselves so far inside me that I could practically feel them against the back of my teeth. And the one holdout stayed so far away from me that it was like he thought I was contagious, a patient zero who might infect him, too.
Asher was called out mid-breakfast, leaving the rest of us to lounge around the dorms until lunch, when Hawke slapped together some food that I couldn't even taste. I was too preoccupied with Liam's strange behavior.
Every time Hawke came near me, Liam would flinch. And his eyes stalked the others around the house, at times making eye contact to warn them off of whatever they were planning to do. After a bit, Hawke was so irritated that he left the room and didn't come back, though he left his bedroom door open in a pointed invitation.
Liam stared into my soul without even looking directly at me, though, now. And it unnerved me more than I cared to admit.
Hawke came to me at dinnertime, a worried look in his eyes as he sat on the edge of my bed.
"I have to go do some recon for the contract," he started, his voice softer, more considerate to me now that we'd been intimate. I didn't hate the change, but I almost missed the teasing asshole who used to infuriate me. "Are you going to be okay here alone withhim?"
I cocked a brow and leaned back in my chair, tossing my legs over the side with a wince.I was still sore as fuck."Who, Liam? What's he going to do, chop me up and put me in the oven?"
"Who knows, with that asshole," Hawke muttered, his eyes shooting to my door. "You have my number, and Asher's, if you need it. Just give us a call, okay?"
"I'm sure I'll be fine, Hawke," I said, unused to his concerned clinginess. "Areyougoing to be okay?"
