12. Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Jett slowly draws the gun in and out of my pussy, my body clenching around the metal. I search Hawk's face for more answers, his words barely registering.
"Relax," he orders, pressing his lips to mine.
I kiss him back, knees falling as Jett's thumb brushes over my clit. I try not to ponder the fact that there's a gun in my body, my mind racing anxiously. But they distract me with their mouths and fingers, Jett's lips putting little kisses on my thigh.
Hawk lets go of my throat when he knows I'm too distracted to stop kissing him, his hands trailing down my chest to my breasts. He grabs them eagerly, switching between the two as he gently squeezes and caresses them.
I feel Jett's thumb move from my clit, and I whimper in Hawk's mouth from disappointment. But the feeling quickly returns as Jett's tongue takes its place. My body jolts violently, new pleasure hitting me as his warm tongue circles around my sensitive clit. First slow, then fast… changing rapidly to keep me guessing. The tip of his tongue flicks my clit before flattening over it, lapping me up.
Grabbing Hawk's face, I hold him tight, deepening the kiss. He groans in approval, squeezing my breast as he grabs one of my hands and pulls it from his face. My hand dangles in his grip as he guides it away. My fingers reach cotton as he pushes my hand into his pants. I blindly feel around, squeezing his thigh with my hand until I find what I'm looking for. My fingers clutch over his cock through his sweatpants, gripping him. I lightly stroke him through the fabric until he snatches my hand again, squeezing my wrist, and pushes me underneath. My fingers find skin and I quickly locate his hard cock, skin hitting skin.
Jett increases the pace of the gun, and I instinctively clench my hand around Hawk's length for support. Pushing his sweatpants down, I hold onto Hawk, freely stroking him more firmly.
Breaking the kiss, Hawk stands up, my arm stretching out to keep a hold on him. He closes his hand around mine, guiding my strokes as he moves closer. Without waiting for his demand, I open my mouth eagerly, and he stills for a second in surprise, before regaining his composure and pushing the tip inside.
I clamp my lips down around him, sucking the tip as I keep hold of his length, pumping my hand on the part not in my mouth. My tongue swirls around, tasting every part of him, while Jett's tongue does the same to me.
Pressure builds up in my stomach, my legs tensing up. My eyes squeeze shut as I moan against Hawk's cock, and my orgasm rips through me, making my back arch off the bed. The gun moves in and out of me as I ride my orgasm, my sounds vibrating off Hawk as Jett pulls my clit into his mouth.
Hawk groans loudly, hand grabbing the back of my head to steady me. My back hits the mattress, relaxing, and when I do, Hawk pushes further into my mouth. I choke and gag on his length, but he hushes me.
"You can take me, Rayne. Just like that… keep going."
I moan, eyes rolling back. It's the first time in my life I've ever heard some type of encouragement and praise from him, and the words hit me harder than my orgasm.
He rolls his hips, controlling the pace as he fucks my mouth. I feel Jett remove the gun from my pussy, his lips kissing my hips as his fingers dig into my skin.
Shuffling closer to me, Jett smacks my pussy, making me jolt in surprise. I cough on Hawk's cock, but they both soothe me, telling me to relax.
Running the tip of his cock over my wet slit, I roll my hips eagerly towards Jett. He rubs my clit with the head of his length before dipping lower, slowly entering my body.
I shake slightly but relish in the feeling of being full from the two of them. Jett grabs my hips, lifting me up as he slams into me hard. My hands grasp the blanket underneath me, fisting the material into a ball as I cling to it for support. The two of them thrust into me, somehow matching pace as they fuck me deeply.
Reaching for Hawk, I run my fingers down his lower abdomen, before he snatches my wrist again, pinning my hand to the bed above my head. He pushes down with his weight, holding me still before looking at Jett.
"Move out of the way, brother. I need to feel her pussy."
Jett just laughs warmly in response, slowly pulling out of me. They switch positions, Hawk slamming into me before Jett can even reach my head.
I let out a cry, pleasure ripping through me as he pounds into me hard. Jett climbs onto the bed, hovering over my head. He straddles me, hand pumping his cock as he gazes down at me.
"Open those pretty lips for me," he muses, thumb running over my bottom lip. "Taste yourself on my cock."
My mouth falls open for him, and he guides himself forward. I'm all over him, and the taste of us together is sending me into a frenzy. I pull him into my mouth wildly, hands reaching for his balls as I fondle them in my palm. He lets out a groan, head tipping back as he lets me take control. The force of Hawk's slams sends me deeper down Jett, and I hastily grab his legs, clawing my fingers in. He groans again, reaching for my hands as he squeezes them, motioning for me to dig in harder.
"Rayne," Hawk says, and it's so casual in contrast to his hard thrusts that it throws me off guard.
All I can do is hum in reply as I cling to Jett, swirling my tongue around him.
"I'm going to come in this pretty little pussy."
I moan, squeezing my eyes closed. But then it hits me—and I try to sit up wildly.
"Wait," I gasp, letting Jett fall from my mouth. "You're not wearing protection."
Jett grabs my shoulders, pushing me back down. Hawk locks eyes with me, smirking darkly.
"Oh… I know," he murmurs amused, switching his attention to Jett. "You know what to do."
"What?" I breathe out, trying to sit up again.
"Ssh…" Jett says, clutching my face between his hands and tilting my head back to look at him. "We're going to make you ours, Tempest. Hawk is going to paint your insides while I come down your throat."
My eyes widen but he shushes me again, stroking my cheek.
"You're ours. Say it," he demands.
I shake my head. "I'm not."
"But you are," he whispers back. "You're ours and nobody is going to touch what's mine. We're going to claim you, ruin you. Break you in until you only answer to us."
I start to argue back but he pushes his cock into my open mouth, silencing me. He still holds my face, watching me carefully as he blocks Hawk from view.
"You'll beg for us soon enough. I can't wait to hear it."
Mumbles are lost against his length, my nails digging into his hands on my face. Hawk pinches my clit, a moan ripping from me against my will. I feel another climax approaching, and I can sense they are both close as well. My panic climbs, but Hawk runs his fingers over my clit, teasing me until I can't fight it anymore and I lose control.
Crying out against Jett's cock, I clench down around Hawk, sending a rippling effect as they both fall over the edge with me. Their groans and growls echo around the room, bodies slamming into me one final time before I sag, defeated, into the mattress, the taste of Jett on my tongue.
Slowly, they pull away, leaving me on the bed in a panting heap. I stare at the ceiling—perplexed, dazed, and lost.
"Why?" I croak out.
Hawk hovers over me, the light reflecting on his face as he inches closer.
"Because you want it too."
I can't speak. I just stare at him, our chests pressing into each other.
"You said you were going to kill me," I blurt out.
His lips tug upwards and he reaches down, stroking my cheek softly.
"We are. But not in the way you think."
Pressing a quick kiss to my lips, he climbs off me, pulling his clothes back on. I sit up, watching them in the darkness. I wait for him to elaborate, to tell me more, but it doesn't come.
The two of them retreat to the door, and I quickly stand up, chasing after them.
"Wait… where are you going?" I ask, bewildered.
They pause at the door, turning back to look at me. "We're not far. Just know we're always watching, Tempest. And I meant what I said," Jett says coolly. "Nobody is allowed to touch what's ours. It's probably best that you keep that in mind."
Without hesitating or waiting for my reply, they disappear out of sight. I listen to the sound of their footsteps, slowly fading away as they go downstairs.
The silence is deafening, and my confusion grows with each passing second. I wait for them to come back but they don't. Suddenly, there's a buzz, and the house lights up like a Christmas tree, blinding me as everything reappears.
They're gone for real.
And for some reason, it makes me feel a little disappointed. I glance around my bedroom, searching for evidence that they were here. Part of me wonders if it was just a nightmare, my own mind playing tricks on me.
But there it is—the proof.
Sitting at the end of the bed, staring at me is the gun.