Chapter 34 Hannah
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
HANNAH
After living alone for years, living with Rowan and Asher is…easy.
Everything I could want or need is provided to me, often without asking. They pick up after themselves, know how to cook and clean, and the best part? I haven’t found the toilet seat up once.
Okay, so maybe the best part is that every morning I wake up pressed between the two of them, being held like I’m the most precious thing in their world, which I’m starting to believe I am.
Unfortunately, it turns out they were serious about me not being allowed to leave without one of them accompanying me, and as much of a fuss as I’ve put up about that very thing, I actually don’t mind it half as much as I make out I do.
The one bone of contention I have about the entire arrangement, though?
The lack of sex.
Don’t get me wrong. There’s plenty of kisses and touches, even the occasional morning orgasm, but after a week of being here, we haven’t had sex once.
If it weren’t for how obviously obsessed they are, I’d start to think they don’t want me. But that would directly contradict the three hundred things they do a day to prove I’m theirs.
Despite the lack of sex, Asher has been making a point to train my ass. Usually, he has me wear a plug for a few hours a day, each time reminding me that I need to be prepared to take them both at once, a mental image that has been stored in the spank bank since the first time he mentioned it.
I huff out a sigh and drop my Kindle to the bed beside me.
I can’t remember ever being this sexually frustrated in my life.
I know better than to touch myself without permission, but my poor pussy is aching, and I don’t know if we’re at the stage where I can ask for what I need.
The relationship Asher and I had a week ago feels vastly different from the one we have now, and that’s just another thing I’m not sure how to tackle.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Rowan asks from over the top of his laptop.
He’s still working despite it being almost midnight, but he makes a point to come to the bedroom at the same time I do each night.
Just another thoughtful thing they’re doing that I’m apparently ungrateful for because all I want is to be fucked.
Asher is out at a fight night. He wanted me to go with him, but that was very quickly shut down by Rowan, even after I begged because I really need to get out of this house.
“I’m horny,” I blurt out, immediately covering my face with both hands.
Oh my god.
Did I really just say that out loud?
A deep chuckle meets my ears, and when I peek out from between my fingers, his amused smirk is staring back at me.
“Have we not been taking care of you, Hannah?” he rumbles.
I shake my head slowly, dropping my arms around my waist.
If I knew I was going to word vomit what I need, I would have put on something nicer than one of Asher’s old college shirts.
“Come here.”
I’m off the edge of the bed before he can finish his command, earning me a rough chuckle.
“On your knees, Hannah.”
As gracefully as I can manage, I sink to my knees, remaining in place beside the bed while I wait for further instructions.
He uses a single finger to beckon me toward him, and I waste no time before crawling across the room to him, the carpet soft beneath me.
“So pretty crawling for me,” he murmurs. He closes his forgotten laptop, his eyes drinking me in.
There’s something about being wanted by a man like Rowan Cane that has my pussy clenching with need.
Fuck.
I need this so badly.
I pause between his spread thighs, carefully positioning myself with my hands resting on my knees and my back perfectly arched.
A rough groan rattles through his chest.
“You’re so perfect for us,” he praises, brushing his fingers down my cheek. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I whisper, earning myself another moan.
His fingers wrap around my jaw as he leans forward, his lips brushing over mine in a barely there kiss. “Do you know why we haven’t fucked you since you moved in?”
I shake my head.
“Because we wanted to give you a chance to settle in, and we wanted you to know that you’re here for more than sex. You’re here because we want you as a partner in all parts of our life, not just in the bedroom.”
A thread of guilt tugs in my chest.
“Asher has had more cold showers in the last week than I think he did in high school, and my cock is permanently hard with you roaming the house in those shorts you do your Pilates in. But we’ve already been selfish by moving you in without really consulting you, so we’ve been giving you time and space… as much as we can, anyway.”
“Oh,” I breathe, dragging my bottom lip between my teeth.
“But you need my cock, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Go on then.” He nods toward his tented sweatpants.
I carefully tug the waistband over his hardness, smirking when I find him without any boxers.
“It’s really fucking uncomfortable having a hard-on twenty-four seven, brat.”
“I didn’t say anything, Sir.”
He chuckles darkly. “Why don’t you put that mouth to better use than sassing me?”
I lean forward, shuffling until my knees meet the edge of the chair, and I have the perfect angle to take his cock between my lips, eliciting a moan from both of us.
The taste of him is better than I remember, and I take my time exploring him, memorizing every vein as I take him deeper.
Rowan feeds his fingers through my hair, guiding me to take more of him.
I’ve always loved giving head, but especially since discovering I was a sub. A man taking his pleasure from my mouth, guiding me exactly the way he likes it, sends me fucking wild.
The ache between my legs is almost painful, and I’m barely able to stop myself from rubbing my thighs together.
As much fun as being punished for touching myself without permission sounds, I think I’d rather be fucked and allowed to come.
“Such a good girl,” Rowan grunts, his hips thrusting up to meet my mouth as he begins to lose control. “Jesus Christ, Hannah. You’re sucking my fucking soul from my cock.”
I smile around him, doubling my efforts as I take him to the back of my throat and swallow around him, dragging a series of curses from him.
“Just like that, baby girl.” He thrusts his hips. “Just. Like. Fucking. That.” Each word punctuated with his tip slipping into my throat.
I stare up at him, watching every tug of pleasure at the corners of his eyes, the way he bites down on his cheek to stifle another groan, and how fucking unhinged he looks as he tries not to push me further than I’m willing to go.
But the truth is, I trust him to know my limits. If the last week has shown me anything, it’s that my safety and comfort are always at the front of his mind.
He drags me back, the tug of pain on my scalp pulling a moan from my throat. “You’re too good at that, Hannah,” he pants. “Fuck, I’m so desperate to come all over your pretty face.”
“Then do it,” I challenge.
He chuckles, tugging my hair harder. “Are you trying to top from the bottom, brat?”
“Of course not, Sir.”
Without a word, he slips his hands under my arms and tugs me up, but before I have a chance to get my balance, he spins me and pulls my hips backward, sinking me onto his very hard cock.
“Rowan,” I cry at the stretch.
Fuck.
I forgot how big he is.
Just like the rest of him, Rowan’s cock is huge.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “You can take it, baby. You take my cock so fucking well.”
His praise makes my pussy pulse around him, pulling a moan from both of us.
Rowan wraps one arm around my stomach, holding me flush against him, while the other finds my oversensitive clit and starts drawing tight circles over the bundle of nerves.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Hannah. You’re going to milk my cock. You’re going to come over and over again until your pussy drags every drop of cum from me. There will be no fucking, no moving, just your pretty little cunt coming however many times it takes to make me lose control.”