And then he was buried to the hilt, and my whole body quivered.
Ash’s powerful hands grabbed my hips, fingers digging into my skin as he pulled out and then immediately drove back in. I moaned like a woman possessed as Erik wrapped my hair back around his fist and pulled me back to his cock. I opened my mouth, gasping as he pushed his thick shaft over my tongue, grunting as he hit the back of my throat.
They started to move me like that, Erik’s hands in my hair and Ash grabbing my hips as they rocked me back and forth. I’d sink back onto Ash, feeling Erik slip from my mouth, before he’d pull me back on as Ash withdrew.
I moaned as they took me hard from both ends, harder than I’d ever had it. My mind spun, and my body melted for them as their groans, their hands, their cocks, and their touch pulled me deeper and deeper into pleasure. This was tapping a dark fantasy I’d never even admitted to myself. I wasn’t just having sex, I as being taken, hard — something I’d never experienced before. Moreover, this was happening with two rough, hardened men — a filthy, wicked fantasy I’d barely acknowledged inside my own head.
I could feel my body writhing and tensing, building higher and higher towards that release as my two captors pumped me full of their thick cocks again and again. Behind me, Ash growled, his hands grabbing my ass tightly as he fucked me deeply, his balls slapping my clit on every deep thrust. Erik groaned, pulling my hair just tight enough to make me gasp at the thrill of it as he pumped his cock deep into the back of my throat again and again, growling every time I swirled my hungry tongue over his head.
They pumped me back and forth, gripping me tighter, moving me faster, and harder, and deeper, until my world started to blur at the corners. Ash’s hand came down with a sharp crack on my ass, and just like that, I exploded.
I screamed around Erik’s cock. I knew this was so wrong, with them being my captors. And I knew this was so filthy, being used like this by two hardened, rough men.
But none of those things could stop the climax that shattered through me.
Erik groaned as my lips sealed around his shaft, and I moaned deeply as I felt his cock pulse in my mouth. Suddenly, he grunted, and I hungrily began to swallow the thick load of cum he pumped into my hungry mouth.
Behind me, Ash gripped my ass hard in his hands as he buried every inch of his big cock in my tight little pussy and just erupted. Jet after jet of his hot cum filled me to the brim as he continued to rock his cock in and out of me, sending me into aftershocks as my body trembled and shook between them.
Slowly, we came to a stop, and the two of them pulled back from me.
I whimpered, collapsing onto the sheets as the rush of what had just happened shuddered through me. I panted, my eyes shut and my breath coming heavy as the warmth of the most mind-blowing orgasm I’d ever had glowed through me.
“Did we learn a lesson today, Ms. Thorne?”
I swallowed as I glanced up from the bed to see the two of them slipping pants back on, both of them grinning at me wickedly.
I nodded, still panting. “Yes,” I whispered.
“Yes?”
I bit my lip, unable to look away from them. “Yes, sirs.”
“Good girl.”
Heat pulsed through me when Ash said that. He shrugged his shirt back on, before stepping towards me, and before I knew it, he was leaning over me to slide his fingers over my tender pussy. He rolled them over my clit, making me gasp and igniting that fire inside of me, before he pulled back with a dark smile.
“Good girl,” he whispered again. The two of them let their eyes burn into me once more, before they opened the door.
And then they were gone.
I sank back into the sheets, my mind whirling and my thoughts spinning at a million miles an hour.
What on earth was happening to me?
Chapter 11
Erik
“The fuck was that?”
I let my breath out in a stream as I leaned over the stainless-steel sink in the kitchen. I heard the fridge open and close behind me, and then felt Ash tap me with something cold. I turned, nodding somberly as I took the beer from his hand, popping the cap on the edge of the counter before bringing it to my lips.
Shit.
“We crossed the line.”
Ash’s mouth tightened as he brought his beer to his lips. “She felt it as much as we did, man. She was on edge as much as we were back there.”
“We shouldn’t have.”
“Maybe.” Ash swore. “Fuck, I don’t know.”
“This is off the plan.”
“This has been off fucking plan since she walked into that club,” Ash hissed, glaring at me. “And you know that as much as me.”
The plan. The goal. The target of this whole thing.
The Cunninghams, and the shit they’d brought with them. The plan here was to get close, get them sloppy, and get them to slip up, so we could strike. The plan was to break Ryan, his father, and their cronies apart piece by piece, and bury them beneath the ground for what they did.
For what they’d done.
To Amy.
That was the goal, and Mia Thorne stepping into that club had thrown the biggest monkey wrench in the fucking world into the mix. Because one look at her, and each of us knew we were undone. One look at that angel, and I knew all three of us were fucked.
Today had been a breaking point. Today had been a test we’d both failed. We were better than this, stronger than this. Men like Ash and I, and Oliver for that matter, had spent most of our lives honing ourselves into machine-like control. We’d come up in chaos, having to fight for what we needed, and after spending the life we’d spent clawing our way to where we were, control was something that came as easy as breathing.
Mia made it impossible to breathe.
She made it impossible for me, or Ash, or Oliver, to have one fucking ounce of control. And that’s what had happened today. We’d walked in there thinking we could keep ourselves in check.
We’d been wrong.
Way fucking wrong.
I could still taste her lips on mine, could still feel the way her mouth had felt inhaling my cock and swallowing my cum. I could still feel her smooth skin under my hands, and her scent still clung to me.
The first cracks in the dam of this plan had appeared.
And her name was Mia.
Just the same, fuck. I shook my head as I glanced up at Ash and grinned. “That was pretty fucking good though.”
He snorted. “Good? Are you fucking kidding me?” He whistled and shook his head, slugging on his beer. “You know that was the best either of us have ever had.”
“She’s untrained, that’s for damn sure.”
Ash shook his head. “She’s not like the others. She’s…” he shook his head, drinking his beer.
“A fighter?”
“I was going to say hellcat,” he grinned. “But yeah, that works.”
“I couldn’t say no, man,” I said quietly, my face clouding.
Ash shook his head, frowning as well. “Me neither, man.”
“Oliver is gonna be pissed.”
Ash snorted. “When is he not pissed?”
“This is different.”
“I know.”
“Because you know damn well he’s feeling the same way about her we are.”