Chapter 36 Hannah
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
HANNAH
Asher’s eyes move over my body, locking on the place Rowan and I are joined.
My cheeks heat at his inspection. If I had use of my arms, I would try to cover myself, try to maintain some of my modesty.
But unfortunately for me, Rowan still has them trapped, and I’m open for their viewing pleasure.
“Look how perfectly you stretch around him, Little Doe.” He pushes off the door frame and stalks toward us.
“He’s torturing me,” I whine, jutting out my bottom lip.
“Oh yes, it looks like you’re in agony,” he deadpans.
“Why don’t you tell him what I’m doing to you, Hannah?” Rowan rumbles against the shell of my ear, sending a shiver through my body.
His fingers move over my clit in slow, maddening circles, the hum of my next release building deep in my core.
I’ve never come this many times in a row. Sure, I’ve had multiple orgasms, but there’s a difference between that and having my poor sensitive clit constantly stimulated without a break.
Rowan’s fingers disappear for a moment, and I slump against his chest in relief. Even if it’s just a few minutes, it will ease the sweet agony.
But I’m quickly pulled out of my fantasy when his fingers slap down on the bundle of nerves, tearing a scream from my throat.
“I don’t like to repeat myself, Hannah.”
I press my eyes closed, gathering what little composure I can muster when my body and mind are at war. “He…he’s making me come over and over to milk him without moving,” I sob, the line between pleasure and pain well and truly blurred.
“Oh, how fun.” Asher smirks. He crouches down in front of me, his fingers brushing down the side of my face. “You look beautiful, baby.”
“It hurts.”
“I know it does. But you’re being such a good girl, taking everything he’s giving you.”
His words send a shiver of need through me, the ache in my core intensifying until I’m right at the edge again.
Goddamn it, why do I have to be so affected by their praise?
It’s your raging praise kink, babe.
Rowan increases the pressure, pushing me higher despite how badly my body begs for rest.
I squeeze my eyes shut, simultaneously trying to ward the orgasm off and beckon it closer. The tears falling against my cheeks are quickly wiped away by Asher’s soft touch.
“You’re so pretty when you cry for us, Little Doe,” he murmurs, resting his hand against my cheek.
I turn my face into his hand, seeking comfort as my body barrels toward another release.
“Ask nicely for my cum, Hannah,” Rowan demands, his voice tight with barely contained restraint.
“Please come with me, Sir. Please. I need you to fill me with your cum.” The words tumble from my lips.
“Mm, I love it when you beg me to fill you, baby,” he groans. “I can’t wait to fill you with our babies, for you to beg me to put my baby in you.”
The combination of his words and his ministrations throws me over the edge into a blinding orgasm, stars bursting in my eyes as my entire body trembles.
“Fuck,” Rowan grunts. “I’m coming, baby. Good girl. Such a good fucking girl.”
His cock thickens inside me before ropes of cum fill my tender pussy.
I’m vaguely aware of them talking me through my release, but I’m too far gone. Exhaustion tugs at my consciousness, and my eyes drift closed of their own accord.
It’s always like this after an intense scene.
Rowan may not have spanked me or even have been particularly Dominant, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t take it out of me.
“Hannah,” Asher murmurs, his lips brushing over mine with such tender care it’s hard to believe a man his size is capable of such softness. “Open those pretty eyes for me.”
I shake my head, my nose scrunching at the idea.
“Little Doe,” his voice comes out harder, injecting the demand into the words. “I know you’re tired, but you need to have some water, and then you have to pee.”
“I don’t want to,” I murmur through a yawn.
I wasn’t tired at all before Rowan beckoned me from the bed, and now I can barely keep my eyes open.
That’s what multiple orgasms in a short space of time will do to you.
“I know, but if you don’t, instead of climbing into bed for cuddles, you’ll be bent over the edge of the bed for a spanking.”
My bottom lip juts out. “That’s not very nice.”
“No, what won’t be very nice is dehydration and a UTI.”
Rowan chuckles behind me. He’s released my arms but still holds me in place against him, his cock lodged inside me. “I thought all those orgasms would have pushed the brat out of you.”
Asher scoffs. “No chance of that. Our girl is a brat at her core.”
“Hey! I’m not a brat.”
“Whatever you say, brat.”
I huff and force my eyes open, my brows dipping in annoyance when I meet his amused smirk.
A bottle of water appears out of nowhere, the cap already discarded, and Asher quickly presses it to my lips before I can argue any further.
Okay, so maybe I can be a little bratty. But he loves it.
I sip at the water, turning my head away when I’ve had enough.
He looks between me and the bottle, probably trying to decide if it’s worth the argument, but in the end, he puts the cap back on and rests his hands on my knees.
“You know, Hannah,” Rowan murmurs against the shell of my ear. “When it comes time to breed your pretty pussy, we’ll keep you full of our cock after we come to make sure you don’t lose a single drop.”
A moan escapes my throat, and my aching heat clenches around him, dragging a groan from him as well.
“Seems our girl has a bit of a breeding kink,” Asher murmurs, brushing his fingers down my jaw.
“And I thought she couldn’t be any more perfect for us.” Rowan presses kisses along my shoulder. “You feel too good in my arms, Little One.”
My eyes drift closed again. There’s a unique safety I find in their arms that, even after such a short time with them, feels a little like home.
“Uh-uh,” Asher tuts.
Before I have a chance to open my eyes, I’m plucked from Rowan’s lap. The loss of his cock pulls a whimper from my throat, immediately before our mixed releases drip down my thigh.
“Hold her for a second.” He leans forward in his seat, gathers the cum that’s escaped, before pushing it back inside me.
“Oh my god,” I murmur, burying my face in Asher’s chest to hide the mortification.
Will being with two men ever feel normal? Or am I going to constantly feel like I’m in over my head?
“Just want to keep you full of me for a little bit longer,” Rowan says, pressing a gentle kiss to my thigh.
Asher turns and heads toward the bathroom. He doesn’t bother closing the door and carefully lowers me to the toilet before taking a step back.
I stare at him for long seconds, waiting for him to make a move to leave, but he never does. Instead, he crosses his arms across his chest and cocks a brow at me.
“You okay, Little Doe?”
“Aren’t you going to leave?”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
“But I need to pee!”
“I’m aware.”
“So you can’t stay!”
“Why not?”
“Because…I…you just can’t!”
“That’s not a reason.” He shrugs.
“I’m not going to be able to go while you’re standing three feet away!”
He sighs and turns around so his back is to me. “Better?”
“Barely,” I mutter.
Closing my eyes, I try to push the fact that one of my boyfriends is standing right in front of me from my mind so my bladder can finally let go.
Once I’m done, I clean up, and before I get the chance to stand, I’m back in Asher’s arms.
How can a man as large as he is move so quickly?
“I can walk,” I snap.
“I know.” He flicks the tap on and lowers me enough to wash my hands before carrying me back into the bedroom.
Rowan takes me from Asher, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. He slips my body between the sheets and climbs in after me while Asher strips out of his clothes and takes the other side of the bed.
“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” Rowan murmurs as he settles my back against his front.
The last thing I remember as my mind drifts off is Asher dropping a sweet kiss to my temple.
I’ve tried so hard not to allow myself to get too comfortable between them, but now I realize it was futile. Because when all you’ve ever wanted is to feel needed, it’s impossible to deprive yourself of exactly that.