12. Harper
HARPER
The walk back to my suite is a blur of warm hands and whispered words and the kind of anticipation that makes my pulse thrum under my skin.
Asher’s fingers lace through mine, his grip firm, grounding. Maddox walks on my other side, close enough that his arm brushes mine with every step, the heat of him seeping through my dress. Neither of them speaks, but the silence isn’t empty—it’s thick, charged, like the air before a storm.
I don’t think about Sophia.
I don’t think about consequences.
I don’t think about anything except the way Asher’s thumb strokes the inside of my wrist and the way Maddox’s gaze burns against the side of my neck.
The suite door clicks shut behind us.
Maddox turns me to face him, his hands settling on my hips, fingers pressing just hard enough to make me feel the shape of them. His eyes are dark, unreadable, but his voice is rough when he speaks.
“You sure about this, sweetheart?”
I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”
Asher steps up behind me, his chest warm against my back, his breath brushing my ear. “Tell us what you want.”
I swallow. “I want you.” A pause. “Both of you.”
Maddox’s grip tightens. “Good girl.”
Then his mouth is on mine, hot and demanding, and I melt into it, my hands fisting in his shirt. Asher’s lips find the curve of my shoulder, his teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp into Maddox’s kiss.
Maddox pulls back just enough to speak, his voice low. “On your knees.”
I drop without hesitation, the plush rug soft beneath me. Asher sinks onto the edge of the bed, watching with hooded eyes as Maddox steps forward, his fingers threading through my hair.
“Take out my cock, sweetheart.”
A shiver runs through me, my hands moving on their own to the zipper of his jeans to uncage the hardened bulge beneath.
My breath catches as his cock springs out, practically smacking my cheek, it’s warm velvet, my skin wet with a drop of pre-cum. I tongue flicks out to reach for it and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.
“Fuck, Harper,” Maddox groans above me, “open.”
I do.
He guides himself into my mouth, groaning when I take him deep, my tongue pressing against the underside of his cock. Above me, his breath hitches, his grip tightening just enough to sting.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he rasps. “So fucking good for me.”
Behind me, Asher shifts, the bed dipping as he moves. Then his hands are on my hips, turning me, pulling me back until I’m straddling his thighs. His fingers skim up my sides, beneath my dress, and I arch into his touch, my breath coming faster.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “So fucking beautiful like this.”
Maddox steps closer, his hand still in my hair, guiding me back to him. “Don’t stop.”
I don’t.
Asher’s hands slide higher, his thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts, teasing, until I whimper around Maddox. He chuckles, low and warm, and then his fingers are pinching my nipples, just hard enough to make me jerk.
Maddox groans. “Fuck, she’s so responsive.”
Asher’s lips curve against my neck. “I know.”
Then his hands are gone, and I hear the rustle of fabric, the quiet snap of a button, and the zipper of my dress exposes my body to them both.
His fingers hook into my panties, sliding them down my legs as Maddox reaches behind me and slips my bra off, leaving me completely exposed and needy.
A second later, Asher’s fingers are between my thighs, stroking through my slickened core, and I moan around Maddox, my hips rocking into his touch.
“That’s it,” Asher murmurs. “Take him deep.”
Maddox’s grip tightens. “You gonna come just like this, sweetheart? Just from my cock in your mouth and his fingers on your clit?”
I whimper, my body tightening, pleasure coiling low in my belly.
Asher’s fingers circle faster, his other hand gripping my hip to hold me still. “Come for us.”
I do.
The orgasm crashes through me, sharp and sweet, my thighs trembling, my mouth still working Maddox. He curses, his hips jerking, and then he’s pulling back just enough to spill over my tongue, his groan rough in the quiet room.
Asher eases me back against him, his lips brushing my temple. “Good girl.”
Maddox sinks onto the bed beside us, his fingers tracing my jaw. “You did so well.”
I’m still panting, my body loose and warm, but the hunger in their eyes tells me we’re far from done.
Asher shifts, lifting me effortlessly, and then I’m on my back on the bed, his hands sliding my dress up my thighs. Maddox moves beside him, his fingers tangling with mine, pinning my wrists above my head.
Asher’s mouth finds the inside of my knee, his teeth grazing, and I shiver.
“You’re not done yet,” he murmurs.
Maddox leans down, his lips brushing my ear. “Beg for it.”
I don’t hesitate. “Please.”
Asher’s laugh is dark, promising. “That’s a start.”
Then his mouth is on me, his tongue stroking slow and deep, and I arch off the bed, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Maddox’s grip tightens, his lips trailing down my throat, his teeth nipping at my collarbone.
“Louder,” he murmurs.
I moan, my hips rocking into Asher’s mouth, pleasure building again, sharper this time.
Maddox’s free hand skims down my side, his fingers pressing into my hip. “Come again.”
I do, my back bowing, my cry muffled against Maddox’s shoulder.
Asher pulls back, his lips glistening, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “Perfect.”
Maddox releases my wrists, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs, spreading me wider. “Now, Asher.”
Asher reaches for the nightstand, pulling out a condom, his movements deliberate. He rolls it on, his gaze locked on mine, and then he’s pressing into me, slow and deep, his groan rough in the quiet room.
Maddox leans over me, his lips brushing mine. “Take him.”
I do, my body stretching to accommodate him, my nails digging into Maddox’s shoulders. Asher’s hips snap forward, his grip bruising on my thighs, and I cry out, the pleasure tipping into something sharper, brighter.
Maddox’s fingers thread through my hair, tilting my head back. “Look at me.”
I do.
His eyes are dark, possessive. “You’re ours tonight.”
Asher’s thrusts deepen, his breath coming harder, his fingers pressing into my skin. “Say it.”
“Yours,” I gasp.
Maddox’s lips crash into mine, his kiss rough, demanding, and I surrender to it, to them, to the pleasure building between us.
Asher’s pace falters, his groan low and ragged, and then he’s spilling into me, his body shuddering. Maddox pulls back just enough to watch, his thumb brushing my bottom lip.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
Asher eases out, his hands gentle now, stroking my thighs. Maddox shifts, his fingers trailing down my stomach, his gaze locked on mine.
“You’re not done yet,” he says.
I shiver.
I hear the sound of something hitting the trash bin before another foil packet tears open.
Asher moves behind me, lifting me onto my hands and knees, his lips brushing my spine. Maddox kneels in front of me, his fingers tilting my chin up.
“Open,” he murmurs.
I do.
He guides himself into my mouth, his grip tight in my hair, and Asher presses into me from behind, his groan muffled against my shoulder.
Maddox’s hips rock forward, his cock sliding deep, and I moan around him, my body stretched full between them.
Asher’s hands grip my hips, his thrusts slow and deep. “So fucking tight.”
Maddox’s fingers tighten in my hair. “Take it.”
These two are insatiable and I love it.
The pleasure builds again, sharper this time, my body trembling between them. Asher’s pace quickens, his breath ragged, and Maddox’s thrusts grow rougher, his groans mingling with mine.
Then Maddox pulls back, his release spilling over my tongue, his grip bruising in my hair. Asher follows seconds later, his body shuddering against mine, his groan rough in my ear.
They ease me down onto the bed, their hands gentle now, stroking my hair, my skin, murmuring soft praise.
Maddox presses a kiss to my temple. “So good for us.”
Asher’s lips brush my shoulder. “Perfect.”
I sink into the mattress, boneless, satisfied, their warmth surrounding me.
Maddox shifts, pulling me against his chest, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my hip. Asher moves to the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the quiet room.
When he returns, he’s carrying a warm cloth, his touch gentle as he cleans me, his lips brushing my knee.
Maddox’s arms tighten around me. “Rest.”
I do.
The last thing I feel is Asher’s lips against my temple, his voice soft in the dark.
“We’ve got you.”