Chapter Fourteen
As much as I’m digging the sweet tang of Sabine’s ass—and Hermes’s adorable efforts to top from the bottom with nothing but his tongue—I think I’m going to enjoy the little prick's submission even more.
I know my dick definitely will.
The moment Sabine’s thighs stop shuddering and her hips release, I’m rising to my knees. Her fingers slip free from my hair with the movement, and already I’m missing the vicious scrape of her nails across my scalp.
“ Fuck ,” she exclaims, tits heaving.
My own chest throbs while I steal the moment to drink her in. I’m so fucking greedy for more of this, right here: Sabine, with flushed cheeks and her damp hair plastered to her forehead. Her glazed, gray-blue gaze fixed on the hotel’s coffered ceiling, full lips parted slightly as she breathes through the comedown.
Sabine, with all of her guards down and her face soft, too busy basking in her afterglow to overthink.
It’s the only time I ever get to see this much fucking life in her eyes—after she’s come so hard, they cross.
I’ve known since the beginning that what she wanted—no, needed —was something easy and uncomplicated.No strings attached.I knew it was the only way she could shut down all that Gray Man bullshit from swirling around her pretty little head. Even if it was only ever just for a few hours at a time.
And well, fuck, it’s not like uncomplicated ’s ever been a real hardship for me.
Uncomplicated ’s my middle fucking name.
But this routine of hers—pulling away the second I pull out, getting dressed like her ass’s on fire, then slipping out the door like I’m just some random john in a seedy, backwater hotel?
I wasn’t lying when I told Zeus it’s no longer just about sex for me.
No strings attached? Uncomplicated ?
Nah , babygirl.
See, you and I?
We’re a whole fucking String Theory’s worth of very much complicated.
And the only thing in this cursed world that makes a lick of fucking sense.
I know the timing’s all wrong, but I’m fucking done waiting. No more sitting on the sidelines, content with casual scraps of affection.
It's time she knew I'm all in.
That I've always been all in.
I’ll make her see how good strings can be.
A flash of golden hair—brighter than Sabine’s cool, platinum blonde—has my chin dropping to my chest.Hermes’s focus is fixed on her face as he pushes up on his forearms.
Oh no, you don’t.
“And where do you think you’re going?” I growl, snatching him away from her with my own fistful of curls. His warm back lands against my chest with a clammy kiss of skin-to-skin. “Not done with you yet.”
The startled noise he makes in the back of his throat has my cock flexing eagerly against his pert ass. Tilting his head so I can admire the strong, tanned lines of his neck, I grin as his Adam’s apple visibly jumps. “I’d love to see my cock stretching out this pretty, little throat—right here ,” I murmur, giving the slight bulge there a gentle stroke.
A shiver rocks his shoulders.
Pleased, I give his locks another firm tug, this time angling him back so I can better see his face.My other hand drops to grip his straining dick, loving how hot the tattoos look as my fingers move along the length of him.
“Would you like that?” I ask him.
His eyes flare wide as they meet my narrowed gaze, and he couldn’t hide his excitement, even if he wanted to. He’s already leaking all over my hand. “ Please .”
“Not today,” I say with a press of my lips against his pulse point, feeling him sag against me with disappointment. “I want to see my cock stretching out that hot little ass instead.”
I chuckle as he immediately rallies. Fuck , but I do love the desperation.
When I check in with Sabine, I find her silently observing the two of us through half-lidded eyes. I flash her my best bedroom smirk, my lips still glistening with her cum.“This should be another one to mark off your fuck-it list, babygirl.”
Her answering laugh is all husk. It strokes its way along my sternum in the same teasing manner that my fingers lazily stroke Hermes’s dick.
She needs this—to chase this next bigger, better high, and I’ll always help give her what she needs.
Hunt her, tie her up.
Share her.
Just so long as the list of things she needs always includes me .
She shuffles up the pillows then, the glinting bars through each one of her nipples inviting eye contact with her pert tits. She’s sweat-slicked and still a little shaky as she joins me on her knees.
So fucking beautiful.
The opening pop of the lube bottle’s cap sends Hermes’s hips bucking back against me.
“He’s an eager one, isn’t he?” Sabine purrs, moving closer. “So eager to please.”
“ Yes, ” he breathes. His head also tries to bob in enthusiastic agreement, but it’s pulled up short by the unrelenting hold I have on his hair.
Sabine’s teeth sink into her bottom lip while she watches my tattooed fist working his cock for another minute.
“Spread him for me, D,” she finally instructs, voice raspy as she gets to work drizzling lube all over the fingers and palm of one hand.
“You heard her,” I whisper in Hermes’s ear, shifting so that one of my wide thighs can fit between his, my knee pressing forward until he’s forced to shuffle them further apart. I tug his cock harshly toward his abdomen, feeling his balls draw up beneath my pinky.
When Sabine joins me at his back, I reluctantly withdraw my hold.
Hermes wheezes with the loss.
“I've got you,” she assures him, pressing between his shoulder blades. “That’s it,” she coaxes again when he tips forward, landing on his hands.
Without another word, I seize his ass cheeks, opening him wide for her.
As soon as I’ve granted her access, Sabine slides her palm up from beneath his balls, mapping a slick path along his taint. Two fingers circle the tight entrance there, teasing.Another generous drizzle and her probing finger sinks in easily.
“Gorgeous,” I murmur, transfixed as she gently works the lube inside. A second finger quickly joins the first, scissoring, stretching.
“Good?” Sabine asks, lowly.
“ So good ,” Hermes replies thickly, the pleasure practically dripping from his voice, just like the cock now leaking steadily onto the bed covers below him.
Without losing her rhythm, Sabine leans over him, squeezing the bottle over the head of my own swollen shaft. She catches my eye as I begin spreading it liberally, all the way down to the base. My fingers graze idly over the cold rungs of my Jacob’s Ladder as she studies me.
“I’ve already fucked him,” she finally says when I don’t say anything.Her tone is even, but there’s a subtle hint of a question at the end.
I knew this, obviously. I was the one who drove her back to her dorm when she ditched him, after all.
It’s what she’s not saying—or rather, asking—out loud.She wants to know if I’ll willingly go in raw, like I do for her.
Only ever for her.
“Seems like a bad move, babygirl,” I mutter.
Sabine smirks and it's a challenge if I’ve ever seen one. “But bad moves are my favorite.”
I swallow, because— fuck. “Okay.”
Guess we’re doing this.
Grabbing another handful of blond curls, I pull Miller roughly back up and out of the way. With my focus still locked on her, I nod in the direction of the headboard. “On your back then, babygirl. Need to be able to see your face for this.”
She doesn’t hesitate, and as soon as her shoulders hit the pillows again, her tattooed thighs are naturally bracketing my larger ones.
I’m still kneeling with Hermes’s back to my front, anticipation boiling in every muscle, and as soon as I press my weight forward, he folds just as easily as the first time. He lands with a hand on either side of Sabine’s shoulders, and I follow him down, my hard-on nestled snuggly between his cheeks.
Then, with a strained breath, I line him up—ready to feed him into her still wet, still greedy cunt. As I push forward with my pelvis, Hermes slides in just as easily as her fingers slipped inside his eager ass.
“Look at you filling her up so well,” I tell him, and it's not a lie. He’s got the perfect-sized cock, spreading her just so. “How does she feel?”
“Should be. Illegal ,” he chokes out with the first experimental pump of his hips. His tight ass flexes with the movement. “Death grip. Gotta be. Assault. With a deadly. Weapon, ” he pants along with each new stroke, voice high and strangled with need.
“Your pussy-drunk ramblings are adorable,” Sabine moans out, face lit with amusement. There’s a small, rare smile that’s trying to creep its way across her face and I fucking eat that shit up.
I plan on giving her plenty of reasons to practice that smile.
Zeus and I just need to finish getting her free and clear first.
Hermes groans again, glancing down to watch himself as he works in and out from between her pussy's swollen lips.
But then his chin lifts, damp hair hanging wildly over his forehead as his focus travels back up to her face. His biceps flex as he tenses, like he’s readying himself. He’s hesitant now, nervous.
Why?
Ah, shit.
I brace myself.
“Can I kiss you this time?” he asks her, ever so gently. Like he’s trying not to spook her.But it’s too late—Sabine’s expression has already blanked.
He freezes while still inside her.
That’s my cue.
I lean back, giving myself just enough room that I can line myself up properly. Then, grabbing a hold of Miller’s slender hips, I squeeze once.“Breathe,” I bark, and it’s the only warning he gets as I punch straight into his ass, driving us both forward with the motion.
Hermes squeals as he takes me to the root, at the same time as he bottoms back out inside Sabine. There’s nothing gentle about the way I take control of him then—but the noises he makes each time I pound my way back into him tell me he’s not a stranger to hard and fast.
I grunt as each of my cold piercings drags over every hot ridge and valley of him.
Hot and tight.
Just like her.
Fuck. Why does he feel so fucking good?
Sabine’s tongue darts out to wet her lips, watching the shapes we make as we move over her together. The rising tide of her release seems to have swept away her moment of trepidation; her face is relaxed once more, eyes heavy and full of lust as she focuses on Hermes’s sweetly tortured features.
“You take him so well,” she praises him from below. Hermes’s response is babbled and incoherent, completely and utterly lost to the divine pleasure of her cunt.
My gaze collides with Sabine's, sharing a heated look together over his shoulder before I drop down against his dewy back. And when my hands land over his, his long fingers instinctively curl between mine.
Each vicious snap of my hips feels like it forces him deeper and deeper inside her—until I’m not entirely sure whether it’s Hermes and me sharing Sabine, or if it’s me and Sabine who are sharing the little blond fucker. But it feels good either way; my using him to pleasure her like he’s our own personal sex toy.
No, not just good.
Right.
“Fuck, right there ,” Sabine’s moaning now, and from the way Hermes’s ass clamps down in response, I know he’s got to be close as well. The color is high in both their cheeks, sweat dotting their hairlines.
Thank Christ , because I’m about ready to go over the edge here, myself.
“Babygirl, you gonna soak his cock while I flood this tight little ass?” I smirk down at her, loving that spark of extra heat my words always seem to light up in her eyes.
“I’m almost there,” she pants, eyelashes fluttering.
My pace ramps up. “You gonna come too? Fill that pussy up like the good boy I know you are?” I grit out against Hermes’s ear.
“Can I?” he practically whimpers back.
Fuck.
“Yes, you earned it, come for us ,” I urge, my voice coming out with an extra sharp, domineering rasp.
Sabine’s eyes roll back with my words—right before the two of them lock up, gasping and groaning together through each of their joint orgasms like it was choreographed.
The unrelenting pressure on my cock is more than enough to tip me over, but it’s the sights and sounds that finally do me in. Before I know it, I’m violently unloading, filling Hermes to the absolute fucking brim.
Just as I promised him.
Toes curled and biceps stinging, there’s a second where I think I could stay right here, like this, forever. Instead, I force myself to pull out and roll away so I don’t collapse and crush them both.
But not before I catch sight of the decadent fucking cream pie I made of Hermes’s hole.
“ Fuck , that’s a beautiful mess. Wrecked that ass so good ,” I groan, like I’m in pain. “Made him into a Twinkie, babygirl. All full of cream.”
“I fucking love Twinkies,” Sabine breathes out, voice thick and features slack with what could only be described as pure satiation.
Hermes is still sunk deep inside her, face tucked up against her throat. “You make the best fuckboy sandwiches , ever ,” he slurs adorably before his shaggy head shoots up to look between us. “Respectfully,” he adds with a crooked grin.
Shit, that’s cute .
My laugh is throaty as I take him in. Wild curls, pink cheeks, and a set of shiny hazel irises. Too pretty for his own good, and the two of them together? A fucking sight for sore eyes. “Hell no, disrespect us, Miller. Hard. And repeatedly."
“Repeatedly?” His shy expression brightens and then fuck— it’s like watching a train wreck happening in real-time as Sabine’s cool voice slices straight through that post-coital high.
“Okay,” she announces, bodily rolling Hermes’s prone form away from her own. “I need another shower. You’ve both got ten minutes to make yourselves scarce.” And then she’s up and off the bed in a flurry of sandalwood and sharp hips.
The sound of the bathroom door clicking shut behind her sounds like a gunshot in the silence that follows. The answering ache in my gut has me scrubbing at my face in frustration, and after a final, aggrieved huff, I throw an arm across my eyes.
Anything so I don’t have to look Miller in the eye for this conversation.
Because I didn’t miss the spark of devastation that she lit the moment she filed him right back into that box of hers that’s labeled Casual Encounters.
Know that fucking feeling better than anyone.
“Better go, man. She’ll see you back in Rox City.”
And I really can’t offer him anything more than that. As much as he deserves some semblance of aftercare, he’s not going to find any cuddles or sleepovers here.
In fact, the longer he stays, the harder it’ll be on him later.
Speaking from experience.
There’s a rustle of sheets and the whisper of leather as he slips himself back into that criminally tight pair of pants.
“Will you be there?” he asks, after a pause.
Fuck. Kid sounds like a kicked puppy. Something pinches deep in my chest. “Yeah, I’ll be around.”
He lets out a shaky sigh, before giving a single, jerky nod toward the door.
Yeah.
Then, without another word, he too is gone, and an otherwise empty hotel suite never sounded so loud.