Chapter 73
CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
HANNAH
“You gotta stop saying shit like that, or I’m going to come in my pants before my cock gets anywhere near your ass.”
“You don’t like it when I talk about you fucking my ass, Sir?” I pout.
Rowan flexes his fingers around my throat, and my core clenches with need. As if every step with the plug inside me doesn’t have me riled enough, the light choking might just send me over the edge. “Are you feeling bratty, Hannah?”
I manage a slight nod as my bottom lip disappears between my teeth.
“Mm, you know what brats get?” He doesn’t wait for my response before he guides me to my knees with the wall at my back. “Brats get their pretty faces fucked and their makeup ruined.”
Asher crouches down beside me, helping me get into a position, but it’s not until soft silk touches my wrists that I realize he’s using his tie to secure my hands behind my back. The bind isn’t exactly loose, but it’s not tight either, and I’m pretty sure I could slip them if I really wanted to.
“Color?” he asks.
“Green,” I reply.
He presses a soft kiss to my lips before pushing himself to his feet.
In the time it’s taken for Asher to get me settled, Rowan’s gotten his belt undone and his cock bobs between us, making me desperate to take him, but I wait for permission like a good girl. I plan on being pretty fucking bratty tonight, so I have to get some brownie points where I can.
“You gonna let me fuck your throat, little brat?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And then you’re going to let Asher fuck your ass while I take your tight little cunt?”
His filthy words have me desperate to press my legs together to ease the ache settling between them.
“Yes, Sir,” I moan.
Without warning, he steps forward and presses his cock to my lips, and I open without hesitation, desperate for his taste.
He doesn’t warm me up to it, doesn’t give me a few inches at a time. He pushes his hips forward until the head of his cock presses against the back of my throat.
“Good girl,” he groans. “Relax for me, baby. Let me in.”
I do my best to do as he says, forcing my body to accept the intrusion.
His fingers fist into my hair, holding me in place as he feeds me more of his hard length until he’s fully seated, the short trail of hair from his stomach to his cock brushing against my nose.
I lap at the underside of his hardness, earning me a rough groan that has me desperate to press my thighs together.
“You’re too good at that, Hannah,” he praises, flexing his fingers against my scalp. “You’re going to have me blowing all over your pretty face if you’re not careful.”
God, I want that. I want that so fucking bad. But I also want them both inside me, moving together, filling me to my limits. I want to know what it feels like to be stretched and used for their pleasure in a way I haven’t been before.
“Not tonight, Little Doe,” Asher rumbles as he crouches beside me. “Tonight we’re going to fill you in a whole different way.”
I suck in a breath as Rowan retreats for a moment, but the reprieve is short-lived as he presses forward again.
“You look so pretty with his cock in your throat,” Asher praises. “You like being a whore for us, don’t you, baby?”
I moan around Rowan’s thick length. I’m convinced they could make me come from their filthy words alone.
“I know you do, Little Doe. You were made to be our toy, and we fully intend on playing with you for the rest of our lives.” He drags his fingers up my bare thigh, not pausing until they press to my throbbing clit.
“Our needy little slut is soaking wet,” he tells Rowan as he circles the tight bundle of nerves.
“I bet she is. She always is when she’s on her knees for us.” His short thrusts pick up speed, and I focus on keeping my body relaxed and breathing through my nose.
Asher pushes my panties to the side and presses two thick fingers into my aching heat. The stretch is intense with the large plug in my ass, but it’s only going to get more so once they’re both inside me.
“Such a needy pussy,” he murmurs, curling his fingers against the front wall and pulling another long moan from my throat.
Rowan pulls out, his breathing heavy and ragged as he stares down at me. “Already such a messy girl.” He drags his thumb along my bottom lip and across my cheek.
“You ready to get your ass fucked, baby girl?” Asher asks, his fingers bringing me closer to the edge.
“Yes, Sir.” I drag my bottom lip between my teeth and look between them.
Nerves bubble in my chest as I try to calm my breathing. I was so sure of this decision when I made it, so certain this is what we all wanted, but now I’m not so sure.
What if it’s too soon? What if they don’t want this?
The thoughts barely manage to materialize before Rowan is crouching in front of me with concern dancing in his eyes.
“Color?”
“Green, Sir,” I whisper.
Asher’s fingers withdraw from my pussy, and I whine in response. “What’s got you spooked, Little Doe?”
“I thought, seeing as Asher is going to get to fuck my ass first, that Rowan could try to get me pregnant first.” The words come out rushed and not at all as alluring as when I practiced in my head, but I don’t think either of them notices because their expressions morph from confusion to pure joy in a matter of seconds.
“What are you saying, Hannah?” Rowan asks.
“I had my IUD removed when I saw the doctor a few days ago. It’s not likely that I’ll get pregnant straight away, but I thought—”
I don’t get to finish the sentence before I’m plucked off the ground and promptly sandwiched between them.
“You want to have our baby, Hannah?” Asher asks against my throat, his hard cock pressed against my ass.
I nod. “I don’t want to waste any time. Life is too short, and I can’t imagine anything better than bringing a little life into the world that’s part me and part the two of you.”
They’re quiet for a second, which once again has me questioning the decision.
“I’m sorry, I should have spoken to you first.”
Rowan guides my chin up until I’m staring into his eyes, a combination of love and awe staring back at me. “Baby girl, there is nothing on this earth I want more than to see your belly swollen with our child. I’m just trying not to come thinking about breeding you.”
A startled laugh escapes my throat, and for the first time in my life, pressed between the men I love with our future wide open in front of us, I realize that every shitty thing that happened before this moment was worth it.
Because every single one of those things brought us to this moment, and I wouldn’t give it up for anything.