Die For Me (The Consumed Series Book 2)

Hana

“Emily knows about us?” Michael’s eyes widened with worry as he sat in the living room with a book on his lap.

I nodded. Jack was in the shower, so I was all alone with Michael for only the second time since this all happened. My insides twisted at the thought of being alone with him and talking to him without asking permission for…well, anything.

“Fucking hell. I can’t believe you’re letting her come here. We’re still trying to figure all of this out, Hana.” He stood and sighed, placing his book on the end table beside the couch. He was lecturing me like always, and my barriers were beginning to fall.

“I need her in my life, Michael. She’s been worried sick, and I haven’t seen her much. Jack has been…reluctant to let me see her,” I admitted, wringing my hands together.

Michael gazed at me while he slowly walked closer, putting his hand to the side of my neck. Goosebumps raised over my entire body, and my nipples harden. His touch distracted me so easily; did he even hear a word I said?

“Michael,” I whispered, leaning into his hand.

His hand suddenly gripped my hair, pulling my head back.

“Sir,” I corrected myself, instantly knowing my mistake.

He licked his lips and smiled. “Hana,” he whispered, before bringing his lips to the other side of my neck.

“Please, sir…we need to get ready for Emily to get here,” I said quietly, my eyes already closed as I basked in his gentle touch.

He ignored me and continued to graze his lips on my neck. My knees felt like they would buckle at any moment, and my pussy was already soaking. He knew as well as I did how easily he could seduce me.

“I’m going to make you come just by kissing your neck and pressing your body against mine,” he declared quietly into my ear, moving his hand from the back of my head down to my ass.

“Yes please, sir,” I moaned, pressing myself against him harder.

Feeling his erection against my stomach sent me into a frenzy as I quickly put my hands to his hair and tried to press into him, searching for any friction I could get.

Michael chuckled as he took my hands and put them behind me, easily locking them there with his grip. He shook his head at me. “So greedy, my sweet Hana. You need to learn patience.”

He put his lips to my neck again, his other hand slowly making its way up my shirt to graze my tits. I moaned as he pulled on my nipple, tugging hard before releasing it and letting his hand fall down to my ass again. He quickly slipped his fingers into my leggings, grabbing my ass cheek and squeezing hard. My pussy was drenched and desperately needing release.

“Please, sir. I need to come,” I whimpered as I quickly put my leg up and around him.

“You may grind against me here. But you’re not getting my cock right now. You need to earn it, Hana,” he ordered, holding onto my leg.

I felt like a horny teenager, desperate to get off in any way possible. Michael’s touch, his strong body against mine, and his words always seemed to get to me. I started to move my hips against him, almost feeling embarrassed at how much I needed to find release. Was this a new kink I was figuring out? Because as embarrassed as I felt, I was immensely turned on.

“That’s right, baby. Come just by fucking touching me,” he demanded eagerly, still grasping onto my leg.

I tried not to think about how ridiculous I must have looked dry humping Michael; all I could focus on was chasing my orgasm. I kept pushing my hips against him, grinding up and down and moaning loudly as my climax approached.

“May I please come, sir?” I cried out, just on the edge of release.

“Yes, baby. Come for me,” he growled out eagerly.

Just like that, the friction of my pussy against Michael’s body made me come, my pussy pressing against his jeans, desperately searching for more.

“What a good girl,” he said into my ear with a smile.

“Have I earned your cock, sir?” I asked desperately, needing to be filled.

Michael removed his lips from my neck and smiled down at me triumphantly. He finally released his hold of my hands and let my leg fall back down to the ground.

“Yes, baby. But you need to wait. I want you aching for my cock all day.”

Fuck. I had no idea how I was going to be able to make it through the day without having him inside me. But then I remembered who was showering upstairs. I smiled to myself as I looked up at the stairs, trying to decipher if this was a bad idea or not.

Michael somehow read my mind. “You’re staying down here. His cock wouldn’t satisfy you anyway, not like mine,” he huffed.

I squinted at him with welcomed irritation. He was already ordering me around, and I was letting him. This little teasing game was one I enjoyed, so I let him have it.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be able to go all day without coming inside me?” I cocked my head to the side, a smile creeping up my lips. “Teasing can go both ways, you know.”

Without thinking, I pulled off my shirt and pushed my leggings and thong to the floor. I sat on the couch and put my legs up and my feet to the edge, slowly moving my hands around my tits and my thighs. Michael narrowed his eyes at me, and I could see him breathing heavily. He slowly sat down on the arm chair beside the couch, watching me intently. I smiled at him before putting my hand to my pussy and feeling around at my wetness. Then I lifted my fingers to show him the juice drenching them. I was surprised that he was letting me go this far. I bit my lip as I put my hand back to my pussy, teasing around my clit, knowing I was close to an orgasm already. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Michael as he watched me, his eyes hardened and aroused.

“I know how much you like watching, sir. You know you’re a fucking pervert,” I moaned, wanting to rile him up.

“Watch your fucking mouth,” Michael ordered as he started to unzip his pants, letting his cock spring free and quickly stroking it.

“See, you can’t even watch me without touching yourself. And you don’t want that nice big cock of yours inside me?” I huffed, trying to hold off my orgasm.

From the corner of my eye, I spotted Jack walking down the stairs.

“Having a masturbating party, are we?” he mused, stopping at the end of the steps.

“Fuck off,” Michael responded instantly, not breaking his eye contact with me.

I smiled as I looked over to Jack. “Let’s play a game. Whoever comes first just by watching me gets to fuck me first tonight.”

I never knew this kind of confidence before having two gorgeous men lusting over me. The fact that they both wanted me so much made me feel like a goddess.

My eyes darted back to Michael’s, and I could see anger seething through as he stroked his cock. I loved getting him riled up and being a brat. He wasn’t used to this Hana, and I was thoroughly enjoying it.

Jack walked into the middle of the room and chuckled. “That’s fucking easy, sweetheart.” He took out his hard cock and started to stroke, his eyes intent on my pussy.

With their eyes on me, I suddenly felt my orgasm approaching quickly and without hesitation. I moaned as I watched Jack. My pussy clenched against my fingers, my hips rolling up and down quickly and my eyes fluttering shut. I caught my breath after a moment and looked at Michael who was still furiously stroking himself.

“Do I need to come again for you two?” I looked back at Jack and started rubbing my clit again.

“Look at me, Hana,” Michael ordered. My eyes locked with his, and he started grunting as his cum shot up and over his hand.

“Fuck!” I instantly came at the sight of Michael coming for me.

“Hana,” Jack moaned, then quickly came all over the floor, his cum shooting out in spurts, making my second orgasm roll into the third.

I let my head fall back to the cushion behind me as I caught my breath, my eyes closed.

“Lick this cum off the floor, my dirty fucking whore,” Jack’s gravelly voice ordered.

I opened my eyes and raised my eyebrows. As disgusting as that sounded, I wanted to please him. I wanted to show him that I wanted his cum so much I’d lick it off the dirty floor in front of me.

“Don’t fucking make her do that,” Michael growled, zipping up his pants as he stood.

“Don’t fucking make decisions for her,” Jack spit back, putting his cock away as well.

I watched as they both huffed their chests and slowly started to approach each other.

“No? That’s your job, hm?” Michael started to get in Jack’s face, and that’s when I shot up and wiggled my way in between them.

“Hey!” I yelled. “New rule? Let’s not contradict each other while fucking unless I say so. You both know I have a safe word, right? I’m not gonna do anything I don’t want to do. At least, not anymore.” I eyed them both with contempt. “And while we’re at it, let’s give each of you a safe word too.”

They both looked at me with confusion.

“If something is happening that you just absolutely cannot do, use your safe word. Michael?” I turned to him.

He glared at Jack. “Puerile.”

I rolled my eyes. Of course Michael would use some random, uncommon insult. I turned to Jack, and he glared right back at Michael.

“Plonker.”

I sighed. This was pointless. “Okay, we’re using the universal ‘red’ for everyone’s safe word.”

A knock on the door interrupted us. Surely that couldn’t be Emily yet. It had only been an hour or so. Maybe she was just really eager to get here. I looked down at the cum on the floor and on Michael’s jeans.

“You two clean up your own messes. I’m getting dressed and answering the door,” I instructed, quickly grabbing my clothes. “One sec!” I called toward the door.

Jack disappeared into the kitchen, and Michael jogged upstairs. I knew they were both nervous about seeing Emily. Jack reappeared with paper towels and a cleaning solution.

“For the record”—I eyed him as I shrugged on my shirt—“I would lick your cum off anything.”

I gave him a crooked smile as he looked up at me with widened, hungry eyes.

“Fuck, I love you, Hana Maynor,” he sighed as he cleaned up his mess.

I waited until he went back into the kitchen to answer the door. There was my beautiful cousin, her dark-blonde hair long and wavy, flashing me her dimples. The air was starting to warm with the sun shining down brightly, and a lump formed in my throat as I looked at Emily. As much as I loved Jack and Michael, Emily felt like home.

“Emily.” I quickly wrapped my arms around her and began to weep onto her shoulder.

“Hana,” Emily responded, squeezing me tight.

It took a while for me to stop crying. I felt some sort of cathartic relief crying in her arms. I felt like I was truly, finally free.

“I’m sorry. Everything is okay. I just missed you,” I said as I let go of her, wiping the tears from my eyes. “Come in.”

I guided her in just as Michael walked down the stairs; Jack was nowhere to be seen.

“Emily,” Michael greeted her stiffly as he walked into the kitchen.

Emily shook her head at him with confusion. “Michael.” She looked to me and frowned. “What’s up with him?”

I closed the door behind us. “We had sort of a disagreement before you got here,” I explained, taking a seat at the armchair.

Emily laughed as she sat on the couch. “Trouble in paradise already?”

I sighed heavily and gave her a small smile. I wanted to talk candidly without worrying about the guys overhearing me.

“Actually, let’s go take a walk. It’s so nice out.” I stood. “Boys! We’re taking a walk! Don’t kill each other while I’m gone!” I called as I slid on my Nikes.

Michael rushed out of the kitchen, and Jack stood at the top of the stairs.

“Hana. Take your phone, please,” Jack instructed, being polite in front of our company.

I frowned at him; I knew he wanted to know where I was, and my phone could easily tell him that. I knew they both weren’t 100% certain that I wouldn’t leave. I decided to humor them and grabbed my phone off the kitchen table.

I eyed the both of them as Emily and I walked out the front door. “Don’t worry. I’m coming back.”