Chapter 17
Ari
I don’t even recognise myself right now, but I’m so sexually frustrated it’s not even funny. We’ve been dancing around this for months, and the thought of them both claiming me so completely is my undoing.
“Up,” Harrison says, his cock still nestled between my folds. I rest my palms on the floor and kneel, pushing my arse back to give him better access.
And then I feel him at my entrance. He’s so much bigger than my vibrator that I can’t help but tense. It’s been a while since I last had sex.
“It’s okay,” he breathes, leaning over me and tugging me closer. “I’m going to ease into you slowly. Your cunt is tight, and I don’t want to hurt you. But once I’m fully inside, you’re mine to fuck and ours to own. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I reply.
Hunter reaches down and tugs on my jaw. “Keep your eyes on me and count?”
“Count?” I ask, and that’s when I feel Harrison start to push into me, his thick head just inside my entrance.
“Yes, count,” Harrison says from behind me as he pushes in excruciatingly slowly. Even though I’m wet, he’s big, and I can already feel the stretch. And then the feel of his first piercing soon follows.
“Oh.” I exhale on a soft gasp, realisation of what I’m counting. “One,” I say, blinking up at Hunter.
“Good girl,” he replies with a smirk.
Harrison rocks into me again, and he lets go of one of my hips to slide his palm down the length of my stomach and between my legs, working the pad of his thumb over my clit.
“Two,” I say, feeling the friction of the second bar as he continues to stretch me.
Hunter presses the tip of his cock to my mouth, and I flick my tongue out to lick it, humming at his masculine flavour. He doesn’t push into my mouth like I think he will, but he continues to tease me with his pre-cum, lubricating my lips.
“Three,” I breathe.
Hunter smiles down at me. “That’s it. Keep counting, you’re doing so well.”
What is it with the praise thing turning me the fuck on? I push back, desperate for more, and sure enough, I feel another.
“Four.” I swallow, because fuck, how many more does he have?
“You’re taking me so well. How does it feel to be wrapped around my cock?” he asks.
“Full. I feel full,” I say just as he presses on my clit.
He chuckles. “Not quite, but soon. Keep counting.”
And then he pushes in some more.
“Fuck, Five.”
“Yes, we’ll fuck. Stop topping from the bottom.”
I feel the soft sting of his palm against my arse cheek and cry out as he massages the spot.
“Fucking hell. You liked that, didn’t you?”
I nod and look over my shoulder.
“I said eyes on me,” Hunter growls, and I turn back to find his dick right in front of my face. I look up, and this time, he pushes it into my mouth just as Harrison bottoms out with a deep moan.
“Six,” I moan around Hunter’s throbbing cock.
Harrison holds still, giving me time to adjust. My eyes fill with tears, because shit, he’s thick and that, along with his piercings, is almost too much.
“Just relax.”
That’s easy for him to say when he’s not the one impaled on his metal-filled dick.
Hunter thrusts deeper into my mouth. “Open your throat, Ari. Let me fuck your face. And remember what I said, slap my thigh twice if it’s too much.”
I hum a yes around his shaft and try to relax my throat as Harrison slides two fingers on either side of my clit. The sensation of being full now making way for pleasure. He slowly begins to move, the friction oh so sweet.
“If you could see yourself now, little rabbit, taking us both so well, just like we knew you could,” Hunter says, with a hand in my hair as he continues to guide in and out of my mouth.
“I want to live inside your pussy,” Harrison groans out, nipping me on my shoulder. “Fuck, do you have any idea how sensational you feel wrapped around my cock?”
No, but I do know how incredible it feels to be owned by him and Hunter. It’s overwhelming, all-consuming, and I’m questioning my reality right about now.
We’re in a rhapsody of sexual grunts and groans. These men are going to ruin me, and there’s not a damn thing I can do to stop it.
“Your cunt is squeezing my cock so good. You’re close, aren’t you?”
I can’t answer him. I can barely breathe with the way Hunter is fucking my throat, but knowing I’m the one making him come undone and that, at any moment, he’s going to lose control completely has my channel pulsing around Harrison’s shaft.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he says, one hand gripping my hip harder as the other continues to stroke my clit faster, the closer he is to coming.
I don’t know what it is about his words, but the orgasm that’s been building slams into me like a tidal wave. I gush all over his cock just as he comes deep inside, his dick pulsing as he fills me up.
I’m a whimpering mess, my own release relentless, tears leaking from my eyes, as I choke around Hunter’s cock.
He groans. “Fuck, I’m going to come too. Can you swallow for me?”
I know he’s giving me the choice. If I slapped his thigh twice, he’d pull out, but instead I reach for his arse cheek, encouraging him to let go.
And he does. He comes with a roar, shoving his cock so deep my throat aches.
Harrison finishes spilling into my pulsing channel, his lips ghosting over my shoulder as I continue to ride out my own orgasm in a jittery mess of small aftershocks.
Hunter just keeps coming, and as much as I want to be like one of the female characters in my books and swallow every last drop, I just can’t unless I want to drown.
When it’s too much, I tap his thigh twice.
Even though he’s still in the throes of his orgasm, he eases out of my mouth as I try to catch my breath, his cum still spurting from the tip along with a string of my saliva.
I gasp for breath as he grips the base of his dick. “Pull her towards your chest,” he says through his gritted teeth.
Harrison’s dick is still seated inside me, and even though he came, he’s still hard. I moan at the aftermath of my own orgasm still right there, as Hunter finishes coming all over my breasts.
It’s filthy, and I love it.
Once he squeezes out the last drop, he falls to his knees and takes my mouth in a mind-blowing kiss. Then he passes me to Harrison, who devours me with his mouth next.