Chapter Eight
Rosie
The last time I was on my knees like this, I was coercing Moose to feel sorry for me. The intention was nefarious, but the moment we had together was something more—something darkly perfect. I never imagined in reality that I’d be the girl that loved the taste of cock, or the girl that craved the way a dick filled my throat, or the girl that sucked two men off at once, but here I am, living the dream. The only thing missing is Moose.
Truth be told, he’s probably not interested. I got the feeling in that moment he was rather pissed that I was using him, and though we sort of connected on the bed after he stitched me up, I don’t think he’d ever want anything sexual from me, not for real.
“What are you doing, Birdie?” Owen stares down at me, cock hard. “Come on, get up. You’re gonna hurt yourself.”
“No, take off your pants.” I glance toward Hawk. “You too.”
They look toward each other in the heat of the room as though they’re both seeking permission. This look alone on its own has my clit throbbing. They’re so big and strong, yet so weak before me.
“Your knee. You’re going to hurt yourself down there like that, sweetheart.” Hawk reaches down to help me up, but I flinch away.
“No, I’m not sitting on it directly. I’m okay. Come on… both of you.” My voice is shaking as I say, “I want you to come all over me. I need it.”
Owen strokes his hand down over his reddened face. “Birdie! Shit! What are you talking about?”
“Don’t you want to?” I move my pouty gaze back and forth between Owen and Hawk, desperate to feel them in my mouth, aching for their come all over my skin.
“Of course, but both of us?” Owen rubs the back of his neck. “You like that idea?” He asks as though he wants to hear me say it.
I nod and stare toward Owen as I pull the zipper of Hawk’s jeans down, slowly revealing his big, hard cock. “I’ve been thinking about all of you, Owen, and I want to make all of you happy. Will you let me do that? Will you come all over me?”
Who the hell am I?
Hawk pushes his big fingers through my hair and groans before he glances toward Owen. “Dude, I’ve gotta feel her lips. We good?” There’s desperation and urgency in his throat as he waits for approval from his buddy to touch the girl he loves.
Owen hesitates, breathing as though he isn’t sure what to feel or think. Maybe I shouldn’t have sprung this on him. Maybe we should have sat down somewhere and talked about our feelings for a while before I introduced his buddy into the mix. Then again, Owen kidnapped me, blindfolded me, lied to me, and messed up my chance to finally get ahead in life. I think that earns me the upper hand for a while. Besides, there’s an eagerness in his eyes that tells me he doesn’t hate what’s happening.
I lean forward and lick Hawk’s cock base to tip, rolling my tongue around before taking him deep in my throat.
Owen backs up, and for a second, I think maybe I’ve crossed a line. Instead, he growls under his breath and steps forward, watching as I suck off his friend. “Why is that so fucking hot? Good girl, Birdie. Suck him harder.”
Oh God… he likes it.
I cup my hand around Hawk’s massive cock and stroke as I suck and make a sloppy mess of saliva and pre-come.
“Just like that, pretty girl.” Owen tugs at his cock through the fabric before unleashing his giant. I’ve been around him long enough that I’ve got a pretty good idea what he’s working with, but I’ve never seen it before, not like this, not in the flesh. “Come kiss it.” He positions his cock next to Hawk’s, making the transition easy for my lips to move back and forth.
He leans his head back and groans low in his throat. “My God, Birdie, I can still smell your excitement on my face. You feel so fucking good.”
I suck him harder as Hawk watches. Then, I switch back and suck Hawk, as Owen strokes his dick beside me. This goes on and on. The men barking orders, moaning, growling, fingering through my hair, moving my head at their whim, my lips pushing back and forth over their cocks as my tongue circles and works.
It’s heaven. A dark little heaven that I never want to leave.
“Go deep on him, Birdie,” Owen demands, stroking his cock next to my face. “I want his come all over your soft skin.”
I’ve never been so excited in my life, and never has my clit beat harder than my heart—until now.
Hawk fingers through my hair and pushes my head forward until I’m gagging on his cock, tears falling down my cheeks. “Fuck, sweetheart. Fuck…” Hawk’s tone is deep and desperate. “You feel so fuckin’ good. Keep going. Fuck…” He pushes the back of my head into him one final time as he lunges forward, spilling hot come into my mouth.
I hold his balls in my hand as he slows his movements, draining the last of him.
“Show it to me,” Owen growls. “I want to see your pretty mouth filled with his come.”
My clit throbs hard as I pull off Hawk’s cock and open my mouth slowly, presenting my tongue. Loads of warm come spill down my chin, onto my chest, and onto the floor.
“Fuck.” Hawk kisses the top of my head and whispers, “Put my come all over his cock, sweetheart. I need to see it.”
Damn! I was still planning to save my virginity for sale, but I’m not sure I’m gonna make it. I’ve never been so needy in my life. I need to be filled. I need to be held. I need to be fucked hard. I need to know what it’s like to have multiple men crawling all over me with need.
Owen threads his fingers through my hair and presses his cock into my mouth, thrusting over and over as I gag and moan. “Yeah, right there. Good fuckin’ girl.” He’s going to lose it. I can hear it in his voice.
“What the fuck?” It’s Moose. I’d recognize his deep voice anywhere. “Jesus.”
Owen thrusts faster into my mouth, groaning louder and louder as though another man in the room has turned him on more. Then suddenly, he comes, filling me up where Hawk just did. “Show me.” He pulls out slowly, staring down at me as I open my mouth, letting his thick come drip down my body.
“God damn, Birdie. That was hot as hell.”
Hawk and Owen grip my arms and help me up from the ground, kissing me one at a time on either side of my face, then my hard nipples. I’m soaking wet and desperate to come again, but Moose is in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, his stare heavy, his nostrils flaring.
What the fuck!
Guilt rushes through me as my clit aches for his rough hands. Part of me wants to offer him what I’ve just given the other two, but I can’t quite figure him out, and I’m terrified of being rejected.
“Get some clothes on and meet me in the chicken coop. We need to talk.” His voice is deep as he draws his eyebrows close together and turns back to leave the same way he came in, this time with a slamming door.
“Fuck,” Owen groans under his breath. “What was that about?”
I drag in a deep breath. “I don’t know. Do you think he feels left out?”
There’s a pause before Owen looks toward me. “Do you wish he were here right now?”
I don’t know what Owen is asking me, or I do and I don’t know how to answer. There’s no reality where I’m going to tell him I’ve been thinking about all his friends sexually. It’s weird. “Moose looked mad is all.”
Hawk pulls me against his chest and kisses the top of my head. “Moose isn’t an emotional guy. If I know him like I think I do, he’s feeling shit, but he doesn’t know how to express any of it. And that right there… that was jealousy.”
Jealousy? No. There’s no way Moose wants to be with me. He’s gruff as hell every time we talk.
“You should talk to him, Birdie.” I can’t figure why Owen is so sweet about all this. I mean, he never talked about orgies before. Then again, we avoided most sexual topics in general, except that one time we watched the polyamory show on the learning network. We had a long conversation then about how plural marriage would never work, at least not the way these people had it set up.
I turn toward him. “I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone.”
“How so?” He tugs his pants back into place. “Are you happy?”
I nod. “Yeah, I mean… you’re okay with me touching Hawk, and I don’t know… what if I’m thinking about Moose too? I can’t have you all.” That sounds ridiculous even saying out loud.
He brushes a strand of hair away from my face and kisses my forehead. “I want you taken care of above all else. Whatever combination of people it takes to make that happen, we’ll figure it out. Besides,” he lays his hand over my bare breast and tugs me away from Hawk, “it kind of gets me off to see you with him.”
“Really?”
“Go talk to Moose.” He kisses my forehead gently. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I murmur, closing my eyes as warm heat from both men spreads over my lips and the tops of my shoulders. I wonder if now is a good time to tell him I want my phone back.