Chapter 16 Sharing Is Caring
Sharing Is Caring
Sawyer’s anger melted into feverish need, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip and his tongue stroking mine. I was instantly boneless, sagging into his arms, hanging onto him with one hand while the other gripped Thorne’s shirt, pulling him closer.
Sawyer’s hands gripped my hips, and he spun me, my back to his chest, so he could bite and suck on my neck as his hands slid into my shorts. I shuddered from the sting of his teeth before crying out from his fingers plunging into me.
Arching, I stared up at Thorne. I was hanging onto him with both hands, and his eyes blazed with unmasked hunger. My stomach swooped, my body singing at the way Sawyer was thrusting into me. I hesitated for a split second, and then yanked Thorne forward.
He threaded one hand into my hair, tipping my head so he could kiss me deeply. There was no stopping my pathetic whimpers. His other hand cupped my breast, teasing my nipple until it peaked through my thin bra and he could pinch it.
My hips bucked, and Sawyer groaned. “That’s it. Ride my hand.”
“Make her scream,” Thorne growled, breaking away from our kiss long enough to drag my shirt over my head and toss it aside.
Sawyer’s fingers stilled, his breath hot on my neck. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please. I need you both.”
Thorne and Sawyer exchanged a look, settling on a truce for now, as long as I was between them and begging. Thorne nodded, and both men moved together, Sawyer moving his grip to my waist and lifting me up as Thorne stripped off my shorts, leaving me in my panties and bra.
Each breath was a ragged pant as Sawyer spun me to face him and kissed me again. I lost myself in the feel of his mouth, as electricity sparked along my spine from Thorne’s tongue. He kissed and licked his way down my back, unclasping my bra and sliding it off my shoulders.
“Get on your knees,” Thorne growled.
I dropped, loving how his command sent shivers through me. Sitting back on my heels, I looked up at Sawyer through my lashes. Thorne was a warm presence behind me. His hands rested on my shoulders, squeezing in a way that made me groan and roll my head to the side.
“Take out his cock.” His voice was a rough scrape.
The muscles of Sawyer’s torso flexed as I reached for him, unfastening his belt and dragging it through the loops.
I could barely breathe, the tension, winding tight between us, suffocating me.
My hands shook as I fumbled to lower his zipper.
His inhale was a hiss as I tugged his boxers down and freed his dick.
It was hard and thick in my hand. To think, he’d been hiding this away all those years we were just platonic friends.
Eagerly, I leaned forward and licked the tip. He groaned, twitching against my tongue, as my heartbeat pulsed at the apex of my thighs. I was too greedy for his cock to worry about satisfying myself. Besides, I had a feeling both of these men were eager to take on the job.
“Autumn,” Sawyer moaned. “Fuck.”
Pulling back, he lowered to his knees, his eyes brimming with emotion. Framing my face with his hands, he kissed me again. The love and devotion in his kiss washed over me, sending me spiraling.
Thorne pressed on my back, bending me forward, as he tugged my hips back with the other hand. Mindless, I fell to my hands and knees.
“Good, obedient little mate.” He kissed my bare back, and then his teeth scraped my ass, nibbling at the skin he revealed as he dragged my panties down.
Twisting, I managed to whine, “I’m completely naked and you’re both dressed.”
Sawyer gripped my jaw, turning my face back toward him. “You’re not the one in charge here, love. You’re the one who wanted both of us, so you’ll be grateful for what we give you.”
Eyes blazing, he used his hold on my face to guide me back to his cock. Panting, I opened my mouth and flattened my tongue so his length could slide into my mouth a few inches.
“Autumn, you feel so good,” he said, pushing forward in a tentative, gentle thrust.
“Open your legs for me,” Thorne commanded, and I eagerly complied, dying for someone to touch me. His fingers skimmed over my wet pussy, parting me, before he notched the head of his cock at my entrance.
Desperate, I arched my back and tried to push back onto him. His palm smacked into my ass, and I jerked forward, shoving Sawyer to the back of my throat. Eyes tearing up, I reveled in the sting and the rush of arousal that followed it, paired with the feeling of overwhelm of taking Sawyer so deep.
I’d never had sex like this, desperate and mindless while my partner teased me and used me. I wanted to scream.
“Relax, baby. We’ll take care of you,” Thorne said, smoothing a hand down my back.
He lined himself up at my entrance again, and I held perfectly still, my mouth full of cock, waiting for him to fill my pussy. The slide in was achingly slow, and I let out a muffled moan around Sawyer’s cock.
Thorne exhaled roughly as he bottomed out. “Fucking perfect. You’re so tight, I’m not going to last long. Now let Sawyer fuck your mouth.”
My pussy squeezed, anticipating the feeling of him moving inside of me, but Thorne stayed still, his hands on my hips holding me steady as Sawyer wrapped his hand into my hair, taking control.
Four hands gripped my body as I took two cocks, and I could barely stay on my hands and knees, my body wanting to melt into the floor.
Sawyer pulled back and thrust in harder, his breathing turned ragged. I whimpered as his hold on my hair tightened, tugging at the roots. Needing some relief, I arched my back and rolled my hips, working myself on Thorne’s dick.
Again his hand slapped me across the ass, and the vibrations lit up my nerves. Needing more, I pushed back against him, reveling when he spanked me again.
“Do you like that, baby?” Thorne asked, his voice full of dark humor.
I couldn’t answer as Sawyer pounded into me, choking me. He pulled back long enough that I could catch my breath. Tears slid over my cheekbones, and a little bit of drool dribbled from the corner of my mouth.
“You’re so fucking beautiful all messy like this,” Sawyer praised, rubbing a thumb over my chin to smear my saliva. “If it’s too much, pinch my leg.”
My nod was stunted, but he understood. The next second, he was wrapping my hair around his fist and using me. I couldn’t take all of his length, which was just as well because there was no way I could fit his knot into my mouth.
My core pulsed as Thorne rubbed my ass where he’d spanked me. I wanted more. I wanted everything.
Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked on Sawyer’s cock as he drew back, and his hips gave a stuttering jerk. “Fuck, Autumn, I’m going to come if you do that.”
My pussy squeezed Thorne’s cock, and that was the final straw for him. His tightly reined control snapped. Cursing, he slammed into me, pushing me onto Sawyer until his dick was choking me.
Sawyer slowed his pace, matching the way Thorne fucked me, slow and deep. My pussy had gotten used to his size, and now it was pure ecstasy as he worked me.
“Shit, I can’t hold on,” Sawyer muttered, his nails scraping my scalp as his fist clenched.
Sawyer jolted, and I peered up to see Thorne gripping Sawyer’s throat. “Don’t you dare come before she does,” he growled.
A muffled groan ripped out of Sawyer’s throat, and my body convulsed. His head was tipped back, offering his throat to Thorne. The display had me squeezing his cock so I felt every drag as he slowly slid in and out of me.
Thorne was determined to break me. His hand moved between my legs, finding my clit and swirling wetness over it. Euphoria rushed through me at his touch, and my muscles tensed.
His next thrust was harder, and his finger slid over my clit in tandem. More tears fell, and I sobbed around Sawyer’s dick.
Too much.
“You can take it,” Thorne said firmly. “Stop fighting it.”
At his command, my muscles relaxed, and I let the intense pleasure fill up my entire being until I was floating.
“That’s my perfect mate. I can’t wait to see if you’ll squirt again.”
Again? I’d never done that before—except in that filthy dream I’d had of Thorne days ago. But it was a dream, right?
How could he have known?
Thorne stroked me again, hitting my g-spot while working my clit, and despite the chaos in my mind, my body shattered.
My entire body jerked, and I screamed. Sweet release flooded me as I tumbled through space, nothing but exploding stars and sensation.
Gasping, I came back to myself. Thorne was buried deep, and I felt the last of his orgasm as he came inside of me.
“Now can I come?” Sawyer asked.
I couldn’t string my thoughts together. Something Thorne had said was significant, but my brain was mush. Unsure what to do, I hollowed my cheeks, sucking on Sawyer as he pulled back.
“Damn, Autumn. Fuck.” He twitched, his cock pulsing on my tongue. It was all the warning I got to swallow as his cum hit the back of my throat.
After a long moment, he withdrew, and I licked my lips, trying to clean myself up. I was a mess with tears on my face and my hair disheveled from his hands.
Gently, Sawyer cupped my face and ran his thumbs over my cheeks. “You are magnificent.”
I smiled up at him, enjoying his attention, as Thorne ran his hands over my ass and the red marks he’d left behind.
Twisting, I eyed him.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Do you want me to spank you while you’re knotted? I bet I could get you to come just from that.”
“No way,” I said, scowling back at him. “I need to ask you something, and I can’t think when you do that.”
“What?” he asked absently, his eyes locked on where we were joined as his hands squeezed my ass.
“What the fuck did you mean squirt again?” My cheeks flushed harder.
“In our dream,” he said plainly.
“What?” I yelped, trying to twist around.
“What do you mean in your dream?” Sawyer demanded. He froze, looking like a deer in front of a semitruck. “Oh, hey, Cole. Um…”
In the doorway, Cole cleared his voice, shifting on his feet awkwardly. His face was rapidly turning the color of printer paper as he stared at us. Sawyer jerked up his boxers over his dick. Cole blinked and shook his head slightly.
“I’m glad you’re bonding, but it’s important that we get out of here soon.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “Mia just texted that Hunter is loading up a truck.”
“Damn. Keep me updated,” Thorne said, sounding far too calm for someone whose cock was currently lodged inside of me while learning his evil twin brother was coming for us.
Scoffing, I tried to pull off of him, but his knot held us tightly together.
Not again.
“So Hunter is coming back? That didn’t take long. I thought he would give us a few days, at least,” I said.
“We were supposed to have a solution. Running away to your house isn’t a solution,” Sawyer growled, pressing his palm to his face.
“It’s really clear that we aren’t safe here. I need to go with Thorne, and I want you to come with me,” I said, leveling Sawyer with a meaningful look.
“But then what?” Sawyer asked. “How do we deal with him?”
Thorne tensed. “I’ll figure out a way to get Hunter to leave us alone.”
“And things can go back to normal,” Sawyer added. “Fine. We will do a little staycation with you. But then Autumn and I are leaving, so you better deal with your evil twin.”
Grumbling, Sawyer climbed to his feet and walked to his room. He hesitated at the door, likely remembering that Cole was inside. The same Cole that got an eyeful of his cock about two minutes ago.
“You,” I said, narrowing my eyes at my fated mate.
“Why are you upset?” Thorne asked, sounding genuinely interested.
“What dream are you talking about?” I asked, my voice unnaturally high.
His hand slid down, brushing through my patch of curls to slide his finger over my clit again. I jolted in his hold, and he chuckled.
“Sensitive little thing,” he rumbled, kissing my shoulderblade.
“Thorne!”
“We’re fated, so we can share dreams.”
No fucking way.
Cringing, I tried to think back to what had happened in that dream and what I’d said, but I couldn’t remember much more than Thorne eating me out.
“I didn’t know,” I said hoarsely. “I thought it was just a normal dream.”
Thorne paused. “I thought you knew it was me. I’m sorry.”
“Are we almost done here?” I asked, changing the subject.
“You aren’t enjoying this?” Thorne asked, smirking.
“Like Cole said, we are supposed to be getting out of here, and I definitely didn’t plan on having sex with you again, especially not right now.”
“But you did,” he hummed, followed by a slow lick up my spine from between my shoulderblades to the base of my neck.
My back arched, and I bit back a moan.
“I hope this is enough that you’re at full strength again. Bond-wise, you know?” Squirming on his lap, I tried to twist and look at him.
Thorne gripped the nape of my neck in his hand, taking control of me. “If you want to be done here, you need to stop rubbing yourself all over me. Now I really want to push you down on your stomach and rut into you until you’re screaming. Again.”
My pulse raced, and I licked my lips, seriously considering testing him further. But Cole was right—we needed to get moving. And clearly, sex made Thorne stupid.
Sighing, I pressed my hands to my knees and leaned away from him. Thorne ran his fingers through my hair, and I fought the urge to wiggle in his lap again.
Finally, the pressure lessened, and I was released. With an awkward look, I fled to the privacy of my room, ignoring the way his cum ran down my thigh.
Did I seriously just do that?