7. Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Jett suddenly hoists us both out of the water, one arm supporting me against his body, the other still pushing into it.
We're terribly slippery from the soap, and I wrap my legs around his waist to stop myself from falling. My arms snake around his neck as I try to hold my grip.
He walks us into the bedroom, dropping me onto the mattress. It feels horrible—my wet body against the blanket, but while his fingers are still moving inside of me, I just don't care.
Behind us, Hawk follows, watching us closely. I see him pick up the wand again, my heart racing in excitement. Suddenly, he's gone from my line of vision again, Jett's face blocking him as he kisses me.
A moan escapes, and somewhere, I hear the familiar hum as the wand comes to life.
Lying next to me on his side, Hawk waits for Jett to pull back, holding the wand up.
"What do we say, Tempest?"
I look at him, panting slightly. "Please."
"Please, what?"
"Please touch me."
His mouth twitches victoriously, and Jett moves off me, standing between my legs. His fingers don't leave me and as soon as there's room, Hawk presses the wand against my clit, my body jolting as I moan loudly.
Hawk places his hand on top of the wand, pushing it into my clit. I watch, dazed and bewildered, as Jett puts his hand on top of his brother's, their joint force sending vibrations ricocheting through my body.
The pace of his fingers increase, spearing into me, and not before long, I'm crying out as I fall over the edge. It's loud, and Hawk silences me with his mouth, breathing in my moans.
I kiss him back, my whimpers getting more desperate as they don't remove the wand from my sensitive body. I'm struggling to breathe and I slap Hawk's arm, tapping out.
He pulls back from the kiss, but they don't move the wand and I squirm violently.
"Stop," I plead, turning from him to Jett. "I can't take it anymore."
Hawk caresses my forehead in an unusual, surprisingly soft gesture. "Oh, yes you can. We know you can take it."
Shaking my head, I throw my head back against the mattress, near-crying. "No."
The pressure eases up slightly as Jett removes his hand from atop of Hawk's, but the latter doesn't budge.
"Keep going," he says, staring into my eyes.
"I can't," I argue with a broken cry.
Jett curls his fingers inside of me, touching my g-spot. He drops to his knees, kissing the inside of my thigh.
"Break for us," he muses before biting down on my leg.
I let out a small scream of pain as his teeth sink in, but he quickly releases, running his fingers over the mark. The pain temporarily distracts me from the sensitivity of the wand, and suddenly, it's a new feeling. Pressure is building again, but it's bearable now. I'm getting close to coming again, my body relaxing finally.
Abruptly, Jett rips his fingers out of me. I lift my head up, watching as Hawk too, pulls the wand away.
"No, no, no…" I mutter. "Don't do that again."
Hawk grabs my throat, slamming my neck into the mattress.
"We're nowhere near done with you yet. Be patient, Sis. "
Releasing my neck with a shove, they both stand up, heading in different directions. My eyes immediately fall to Hawk first as he starts to remove his clothes. Toned, tanned, and covered in tattoos on his arms and neck, I'm finally able to recognize why people are charmed by him.
A door creaks open and I turn away to find Jett, standing at the cabinet. His back is to me, and I spot the tattoos on his upper back, trailing down the right side of his torso. Throwing me a smirk over his shoulder, he grabs a few things from inside the cupboard, and I swallow nervously.
What did they mean they weren't done with me yet?
Hawk climbs onto the bed, picking me up by the arm. I lose sight of Jett as I focus on him, wondering what's going on. Hawk lifts me up under my arms, throwing me up the bed. I land with a tiny bounce, my head nearly hitting the wall behind me.
Standing on my right, Jett reaches for my hand, tying something around my wrist. I look at the restraint, quickly pulling away, but I'm not fast enough. He locks the cuff into place around my wrist, hastily lifting my arm above my head. I notice a piece of rope, which he threads through a link on the cuff, before tying the other end to the headboard.
"What are you doing?" I ask, but Hawk shoves something into my mouth.
I mumble loudly, thrown off by the odd texture and sensation of a rubber ball in my mouth.
"Shut up for two minutes," Hawk groans, securing the gag at the back of my head.
My eyes widen and I try to reach for it, but not before Hawk grabs my free arm, repeating the same motions as Jett and tying me to the bed frame with another cuff and piece of rope.
"Don't make me tie your legs," Jett says with a smile. "You know I will."
I can't speak, so I do my best to glare at him. He holds up a blindfold in response, my heart pounding in panic.
"Imagine not knowing when it's coming. Letting someone else control it."
Their words from earlier come back to me, and I realize what they are doing.
I shake my head as a plea, but Jett covers my eyes, the room turning black as they vanish. I feel him tighten the blindfold so it doesn't slip, and I realize I'm completely at their mercy.
All I have is my hearing, but they deliberately remain quiet. As they move around, I lose track of their place, no longer knowing who is where.
The room is silent, and all I can focus on is how long my heart is beating inside my chest. It makes me wonder if they can hear it too.
The mattress shifts as someone comes back onto the bed, their weight making me move a little. A hand touches my thigh, pushing my legs apart. I'm exposed to them, helpless as they watch me. I can feel their gazes burning into my skin.
Someone touches my pussy, their gentle caresses rubbing circles around my clit. My hips jerk toward them but someone slaps my thigh in warning. I cease my movements, making them both chuckle.
Warm pressure pushes against my clit and I immediately know it's not fingers. It's round and hard, and when they start rubbing up and down me, I realize it's one of their cocks. I have no idea who it is, but they tease me with the head of their dick, rubbing my clit and applying light pressure against my entrance.
It takes all my control not to move my hips, and a hand rests on my stomach, holding me down in warning.
"Good girl," Hawk mutters. "You're learning."
I can only moan and hum in response, the gag digging into my cheeks. The rubbing slows down and I wait for them to pull back, but instead, they slowly push inside, filling me.
The gasp gets caught in my throat, my body tensing with both fear and pleasure as I'm filled inch by inch. I hear a groan, and oddly enough, I recognize Hawk's voice.
Fuck. Hawk's inside of me.
The bed shifts again and I feel Jett's body heat as he lays next to me, his hand cupping my chin as he whispers in my ear.
"You're taking his cock, Tempest. Does it feel good?"
More moans as my senses are overloaded. Between the restraints, the blindfold, the gag, and being filled completely, I can do nothing but feel.
Once Hawk is fully inside, he starts a quick pace, hands gripping my hips as he thrusts into me hard. It's merciless—and I'd expect nothing less from him. Raising my hips off the bed, he holds them tight, balancing me on his quads.
Jett strokes my chin, continuing to whisper dirty little chants in my ear while squeezing my bouncing breasts. My wrists tug against the restraints, the cuffs rubbing my skin. I manage to grab the rope in my palms, holding onto it for support as Hawk fucks me deep.
The buzzing sound reaches my ears again and I know without a doubt, it's the wand. It's pressed into my clit, both Hawk and I moaning simultaneously as it vibrates and rolls through both of us.
Gentle fingers pinch my nipples, the contrast between the movements below setting me off. I crash and burn, riding the high as I come around Hawk, squeezing him with every inch of power I have. He waits until I'm finished, pulling back.
"You take it better than I expected," he hums, the bed moving as Jett leaves the space beside me. "Our good little slut."
A body crawls in between my thighs and there's another cock pressing into my body, spearing into me in one swift motion. Jett lets out a long groan, stilling for a moment to take it all in.
"Fuck. She really does."
My pussy tightens around him at his words, making him groan again. Hearing the sounds from his mouth are wicked, making me feel a little obsessed.
As he starts moving, a slightly slower pace than his brother, I'm blindsided when Hawk straddles my chest, crushing me into the mattress.
Hands remove the gag, and when it's gone, I take a deep breath, sensation rushing back to my numb cheeks.
Hawk slaps my cheek with his cock, the tip caressing my lips. "Open your little lips for me."
"What?" I breathe out, not sure I heard him correctly. But it gives him the opening he wants, his cock pushing into my mouth.
I moan in protest against his shaft, but as Jett thrusts into me deep, I'm stuck making little sounds. The vibrations travel down his length, and he grabs my raised arms, fingers wrapped around my biceps as he rocks his hips. His cock pumps in and out of my mouth, the taste of myself lingering on him.
Closing my lips around him, I suck hard, making him hiss in surprise. He slides in and out a few times, before falling out, his thumb tugging my bottom lip down.
"How do you taste?" he asks huskily.
"Like I still fucking hate you," I groan.
"Good," Hawk responds, cock pushing back inside. "We're going to keep fucking you as much as you hate us."
Jett's hands dig in my thighs, a silence agreement with his brother. Moving his hand, his thumb flicks my clit, giving it a small tug before drawing circles around it.
I'm pinned down, filled from them both, unable to comprehend anything other than how good they feel.
Surprisingly, I still want more, the need to come again returning. I tighten around Jett, letting him feel my desperation. As soon as I do it, I regret it instantly, as he pulls out, dropping my legs on the bed.
I whine against Hawk's shaft, but to my horror, he also rips himself from my mouth, climbing off my body.
My breath is ragged, and I try to find them through the blindfold, body aching and sore. I can hear movements, the sound of flesh slapping together.
"What are you doing?" I ask quietly, trying to follow the sounds.
I jump when I feel warm liquid spray onto my stomach, the two of them groaning loudly. Realization dawns on me and I tug on the cuffs violently, mouth agape.
Hawk and Jett cover me in their releases, leaving me a mess as they happily whisper to each other.
There's no words—I can't speak from the shock. Someone tears the blindfold from my face, the light burning my eyes. I quickly blink, first inspecting my torso.
Just as I suggested, I'm dressed in white ribbons, some droplets rolling down my body. My gaze shoots up to the two of them, standing side by side with smirks on their faces.
"I guess we're done with you now," Hawk says, eyes dancing wildly.
"Are you serious?" I mutter, pulling the rope so hard that the bed creaks.
Jett leans over, unfastening the rope from the bed frame. My arms fall in a heavy heap onto the bed and I quickly fight through the pain to undo the cuffs.
"Thanks for a fun night," Jett grins, collecting his clothes around the bathroom. "I do love these charity events."
I sit up, watching them speechless. Hawk throws me a wink, pulling on his trousers.
"We're not finished," I spit out, annoyed.
"Oh, but we are," Hawk laughs. "I think you enjoyed yourself. Judging by your eagerness to continue…"
I turn to Jett, hoping for some sympathy. "I was about to come!"
He nods, an all-knowing smile on his face. "And it breaks my heart not to have felt that on my cock. But it's getting late, and we'd hate to keep you from heading home."
"Bullshit!"
They finish dressing, scanning my naked body with smirks.
"Guess we might see you on vacation," Hawk says with a laugh, heading to the door.
I stare at them heatedly, tears of frustration pooling in my eyes. "I fucking hate you both."
"We hate you too," he replies. "But fuck, you come so well for us, Sis."
"Thanks for the family reunion," Jett muses, grabbing my chin and giving me a rough kiss before releasing me. "We'll let you get cleaned up. The jacuzzi might still be warm for you."
The two of them exit the room, slamming the door behind them, leaving me alone, covered in them.
I let out a growl of anger, swinging myself off the bed as I head to the bathroom. I quickly shower, washing myself thoroughly before slipping my clothes back on.
I grab my belongings, snatching everything up in my tight grip as I head out of the room. The club is quiet—though I suspect a lot of the rooms are still occupied. As I pass through the main area of the club, I spot some couples and employees lingering.
I don't meet anyone's eyes, scared I'll lose my shit if I do.
As I cross the parking lot, I quickly hop into my car, slamming the door shut. Letting out a scream, I compose myself for a brief second before driving home, cursing those assholes with all the hate and anger I have in my body for them.