Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
HANNAH
When I was thinking about how tonight would play out, I never imagined I would feel so at ease at the center of two men’s attention. And yet neither of them has looked anywhere but at me, and I haven’t faltered once.
I’d even go as far as to say I like it.
I stare up into my stranger’s eyes and, not for the first time, find familiarity in the depths of the ice. There’s something in them that I recognize, but without seeing his face, I can’t put my finger on it.
Perhaps that should have me stopping this before it can go any further, but I don’t want to. I want to see where this goes, and I want to know what it feels like to be pinned between these two imposing men.
I watch with keen interest as he unbuckles his slacks slowly, his perfectly fitted suit still hugging his hard body as he frees his impressive length that has my mouth watering.
I’ve always loved sucking cock, but ever since I met Asher, it’s become one of my favorite parts of sex. Bringing a man as huge as him to his knees with nothing more than my mouth is as powerful as I’ve ever felt, and somehow, I think my stranger might top that feeling.
I drop my lips open and stare up at him, waiting for permission before I take him into my mouth, but instead, he guides the tip around my lips, leaving behind a trail of salty pre-cum that I immediately lap up.
A soft moan escapes my throat as the flavor of him explodes across my taste buds, and his eyes shoot up to meet mine. The mask hides most of his lips, but I swear there’s a smirk tugging at them.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Asher stripping out of his suit, dropping items onto the chair in the corner as he keeps his hungry gaze set on us.
The stranger presses his thumb to my bottom lip and a moment later replaces it with his hard cock, slipping it into my mouth in a quick movement.
“Oh fuck,” he groans as his head tips back, and he stares up at the ceiling above us. “Your mouth is fucking sin, sweetheart.” His fingers sink into my hair and hold me in place as he presses further forward until his tip nudges the back of my throat. “That’s it, Hannah, you’re taking me so well.”
I moan around him, lapping at the underside of his cock as he pulls back slightly and surges forward again, this time slipping past my gag reflex and making my eyes water.
He curses, and I meet his eyes as he snaps his hips back and forth in short thrusts. “You’re going to make me come if you keep that up, Hannah.”
A smile tips up the corners of my lips, desperate to give him as much pleasure as I can.
He presses forward again, and this time when tears gather at the corners of my eyes, they fall against my cheeks, his gaze tracking each one with quiet satisfaction.
“Mm, you’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth, but when you cry for me?
” He pauses and grasps my hair, wrenching me back until his cock pops free. “You’re fucking breathtaking.”
I don’t get a chance to respond before he thrusts back into my mouth, and this time there’s nothing slow or controlled about his movements. He fucks my face ruthlessly, and I hold on to my arms to stop myself from grasping his hips. Not to push him away, but to drag him closer.
Tears leak from my eyes freely, and I make no attempt to stop them, not when they seem to be fueling the icy fire.
But all too soon, he drags me back with a loud pop. His chest heaves as he stares down at me. “You’re too fucking good at sucking cock, sweetheart. If I keep going, I’m going to come all over your pretty face, and I won’t get the chance to fuck the cunt I’ve been dreaming about.”
His filthy mouth pulls a moan from my throat, but before I have a chance to respond, I’m lifted from the ground by strong tattooed arms.
“You have no idea how fucking hot that was, Hannah,” Asher whispers against the shell of my ear.
He carries me across the room and throws me into the center of the bed, wasting no time to crawl over me, pinning me to the soft mattress with his huge body. “Did you like sucking his cock, baby?”
“Yes,” I whisper, not trusting my raspy throat after his rough treatment.
He snakes a hand between us and drags his fingers through my wet folds, giving me a knowing smile. “Your pussy is dripping. Our little whore really did enjoy having her throat used by a stranger. Didn’t you, baby?”
I nod, knowing there’s no sense in denying it, not when my body has already given me away.
He shoves two fingers inside me roughly, dragging a scream from my throat a moment before his lips clash with mine, swallowing my moans as he brings me right to the edge, and then immediately lets me down again.
He does it another three times until I’m a sobbing mess, unable to take the denial a moment longer.
“Please, Sir. Please let me come. Please,” I plead with him, my eyes bouncing from him to the masked stranger and back again.
“You beg so pretty for us, Hannah.”