Chapter 49
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
HANNAH
I’m overstimulated.
Between the man fucking my face, pushing deeper with each thrust, and the one twisting what I’m pretty sure is a glass dildo inside me in a way that already has me trembling, I’m struggling to know which part of my body to focus on.
I breathe through my nose and keep my throat relaxed for Rowan as best I can, but the higher Asher drives me, the harder it is to remember to breathe at all, let alone through only my nose.
“Good girl,” Rowan grunts, pressing past my gag reflex and holding himself there for long seconds. “Jesus, your throat is a damn paradise. So tight and warm with that sinful little tongue lapping at my cock.”
The filthy words do nothing to cool the fire burning in my core, and as if sensing how close I am to the edge, Asher shifts the toy, pressing it against the place inside me that will detonate my release at any moment.
My entire body locks up as a shiver racks through me.
I didn’t know it was possible to be this keyed up.
“That’s the spot, isn’t it, Little Doe?” Asher repeats the movement, and I’m shoved right to the edge. He removes his fingers from my clit and lightly presses his palm to my lower stomach, making everything feel even more intense…if that were even possible.
“Hold it for a second, Han,” Asher croons, and if I could glare at him, I would. Didn’t he just give me blanket approval to come whenever I wanted?
Rowan’s rough chuckle comes from above me, pulling my attention to his handsome face. “Our girl isn’t happy that you’re going back on your word.”
“It’s only for a minute, and I promise it’ll make your release so much better.”
Every orgasm I’ve ever had with Asher has been better than any other man has ever given me, so I have no reason to doubt him. Yet my brows are still dipped in annoyance.
Asher shifts the toy inside me at the same time as he presses down on my belly again, and the need to come is so strong I can barely breathe.
Or maybe that’s the dick resting inside my throat.
Regardless, it takes everything in me not to spontaneously combust, but a whine does slip free, earning me a rough laugh from both men.
Rowan pulls my focus away from my imminent orgasm, pressing deep and forcing me to breathe through my nose. “I’m so fucking close, Hannah. You ready for my cum all over your perky tits, baby girl?”
I moan around his hard length, earning me a rough groan. His hands cup my cheek and throat as he increases the speed of his thrusts.
Tears roll down my cheeks, but I can’t tell if it’s from the intense pleasure gathering in my core or the lack of oxygen. Probably a bit of both.
The pressure against my lower stomach increases slightly as Asher presses the toy inside me against the front wall of my pussy, and I can’t hold it anymore.
“Come right now, Hannah. Right fucking now,” Asher barks out the order, but he didn’t need to. It was happening whether he gave me permission or not, consequences be damned.
A scream tries to escape, but the cock lodged inside my throat stops the sound from vocalizing. Every nerve in my body is on fire, pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt bursting through every cell, and I allow it to wash over me.
I’m vaguely aware of wetness between my thighs, of Asher’s gentle praises, and Rowan’s cock being pulled from my throat a moment before hot ropes of cum splash across my breasts and stomach, but I can’t focus on any of it.
Not while I float through the darkness, my body more at ease than I can ever recall it being.
I had more orgasms than I could handle just last night, and yet this one feels like it had been building from months of denial.
My release finally starts to ease after what feels like an eternity, but I’m still floating, still blissfully oblivious to the rest of the world as one of my men gathers me against his chest, murmuring words of praise and reassurance against the shell of my ear.
A cool straw presses to my lips, and I take a long pull from the sweet drink. Electrolytes, I think. But I surrender to the men who hold my heart.
Because for the first time in my life, I know with absolute certainty that no harm will come to me when I let go of the reins.