Chapter Eleven
Molly
Holden waves me forward with two thick fingers in a come-hither motion, his gaze on me warm and heavy.
My chest rises and falls quickly as he lays his rough hand against my face and fingers into my hair, smoothing the strands back. I know Rhett wants a show, but I’m not sure how to give him one. I’ve been sheltered most of my life and what I’ve done with Rhett is the wildest thing I’ve ever experienced. Well… now this is. I want to be enticing and sexy, but I don’t particularly know how to do either.
None of that seems to matter. Holden grips my waist and leans into my ear with a growl and says, “Get on your knees for me, little one. I want to see you play.”
Dear God, this can’t be happening. I lower myself to the ground and stare up at him as I unbuckle his jeans slowly, tugging them down to expose the massive cock that I’d been eyeing in therapy for months. He stares down at me, gripping a fist full of hair into his giant hand.
“I need to see those pretty lips on my cock. Can you do that for me? Can you lick me from the balls up?”
Wow! His language is much more vulgar than I ever imagined it could be. Until now, every exchange we’ve had has been so professional. Hearing these filthy words has me soaked immediately.
Also, did he just call me little one ?
My clit throbs and I kiss the tip of his dick before rolling my tongue down the shaft and up again, pausing for a moment to suck his balls.
“Oh, that’s good.” He sighs deeper as I take him into my throat, and soon, I feel Rhett’s warmth behind me, guiding my head deeper onto Holden’s cock.
Tingles surge up and down my back as Rhett takes control of my head and Holden growls out in pleasure.
“That’s my girl. Get him in deep. You know what feels good.” Rhett’s voice is ragged with need as though he’s going to lose it.
I do as he’s instructed and take Holden’s cock deep into my throat until I’m gagging on his length and tears sprinkle down my cheeks. I love it! I love Rhett’s big warm hands on my face. I love Holden’s cock deep in my throat.
Rhett pulls my head off with a suctioning pop, then steps back.
“Strip off your clothes, little one.” Holden’s voice is commanding, and his gaze is dialed in so deeply that it’s hard to focus on anything else.
Rhett lifts my dress up over my frame, tossing the fabric to the side before unbuckling my bra and tugging down my panties. His hands are rough and weathered by hard work. And though I’m stripping down for Holden, I love that he’s the one showing me to him. I love that he’s in control of how much I give, and how quickly I give it. “She’s perfect, isn’t she?”
I am most definitely not perfect. I’m at least fifty pounds overweight and my acne has been flaring something awful on my back lately. Tyler would make ‘jokes’ about my rolls or point out spots on my skin at weird times. He said he wasn’t being mean, but that he was just ‘noticing’ things. Right now, though, these two super-hot dudes are all over me, gripping my rolls, holding me tight, worshiping me as though I’m someone special, someone worthy of love and their time. They see every part of me as something to love.
Holden growls under his breath and draws his gaze up and over my frame as though I’m a feast he’s been desperate to devour. Kicking off his riding boots, he steps out of his jeans and walks toward me, cock hard and ready. His hand moves over my body where his eyes were a moment ago.
Dear God, please don’t let this moment end.
I lean against Rhett’s chest as Holden moves his mouth over my neck and down my breasts, stopping at each nipple to suck and kiss the flesh upward.
Rhett leans into my ear and whispers, “You’re doing so good, trouble.”
Holden leans into my frame and pets his palm over my bare pussy, his big hand planted over my soft skin like he owns me.
“Little one, I’m going to taste you. You okay with that?”
I swallow hard and nod as he lowers himself to his knees and dives into my pussy like an animal starved for water. He parts my thick lips and presses his tongue inside, flicking against my clit with pressure as he growls.
Never in my life have I ever had a man kneel before me like this.
My fingertips weave through his hair, and although I’m trying not to tug, it’s an impossible feat as he sucks and flicks my clit, occasionally sliding his teeth into the mix.
Rhett holds me close, rendering me nearly immobile. “You like that, trouble? You like his beard buried in your little pussy?” Hearing him talk only makes everything hotter. I lean back into his chest as I scrub against Holden’s beard for relief.
“Fuck, little one, you taste so damn good.” There’s a deep rumble in his voice when he talks, as though he’s transcended to another place mentally. “Tense those pretty thighs.”
Knees weak, I collapse backward and Rhett shifts down to the floor with me in his arms. I want to turn around. I want to see Rhett’s face while he watches Holden devour me, but I don’t have that luxury. Truthfully, I’m not sure if lying in his strong, warm arms while being eaten out isn’t better.
Holden licks my pussy top to bottom, before scraping his teeth against my clit. “You ready for me, little one?”
I blink up at him, panting for air, my skin aching for his. Is he really going to fuck me while I lay in Rhett’s arms?
Holden strokes his long, thick cock, slides a pillow under my hips, and kisses my lips gently, allowing me to taste myself.
I never thought I’d be the girl who liked that, but I do. I like tasting myself on his mouth and I want more.
My tongue flickers in and out, massaging against his as the two men surround me in warmth.
“Spread your legs for him, trouble. I want to feel you come on his cock.” Rhett’s voice is shaking, and his cock is poking hard against my back.
I might come prematurely if these boys keep this up.
Every cell on my body tingles and my nerves light with electricity as Holden strokes himself at my entrance.
Rhett leans back and pulls me on top of him, giving Holden room to work. I’m only there for a moment when his voice rumbles with more encouragement. “Can you come on his cock for me, trouble? I want to feel your whole body vibrate.”
I blow out a breath of air and grind up against Holden’s cock, letting the tip slip inside slightly.
My skin burns, my body aches, and nothing else matters. Nothing. The entire town could be exploding around us, and I wouldn’t hear it happening.
Holden kisses my neck and slides into me a bit deeper, as though he’s teasing out the inevitable.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, little one,” he groans, cupping my face with his big hand.
“Oh… Daddy,” I whine. “Don’t stop. Go harder!”
Did I just say Daddy? I think I just said Daddy. For a brief second, I wonder if I should address it, but that thought is extinguished by Holden’s growl.
“Good girl. Give Daddy all your come. I want to smell you on me all day tomorrow.”
That was it. The magic words. The phrase that sends this entire thing over the edge. My thighs tense, my stomach tightens, and just as I’m about to lift my hips and grind his cock deeper inside of me, the front door swings open bringing a cold breeze with it.
The front door swings open? Why is the door swinging open ?
Maverick?
I should move. I know I should move. Maverick is standing in the entryway staring at us like a literal deer in headlights, but I’m alarmed. I’m frozen, staring at his bloody knuckles and the disheveled look on his face.
Rhett leans up and whispers in my ear, “You go get cleaned up. I’ll figure this out.”
Holden helps me up from the ground and wraps me in his button-down. “You okay?”
“Yeah… I just…”
“Let’s go to the bathroom and get you cleaned up. Rhett can figure out what’s going on.”
My clit is throbbing, my thighs are soaking wet, and my head is spinning in circles as Maverick glances toward me in the other room. He’s talking to Rhett, but his dark, downturned gaze never leaves mine.
What the hell?
“I need to know what’s happening. I think it’s bad.” My voice is panicked as I walk toward the front door and step between Rhett and Maverick.
“What happened? Why are you covered in blood?” My heart slams against my chest hard and heavy as the room spins around me. I already know why he’s covered in blood. There’s only one reason.
Maverick pulls a stack of cash from the pocket of his hoodie and hands it toward me. “This was meant for you.”
I have no idea how much money it is, but it’s rolled in stacks of hundred-dollar bills.
“What did you do?” My voice is nearly a whisper.
“I took care of the problem.”
I suck in a breath of air, but it doesn’t stop the world from spinning. In fact, when I open my eyes, I don’t see color at all, I only see darkness until everything goes black.