Chapter 2
Aria
I'm shoved through the front door, Beau's mouth crashing into mine as we stumble inside.
I can barely catch my breath, my mind still reeling from everything they told me.
We almost didn't make it out of the bar before Beau’s hands were all over me.
His mouth claiming mine like he owned me, which truthfully he does.
As we crash into the living room, I feel Jackson’s eyes on me. His stare burns with a desire that’s almost palpable.
As we move, Jackson comes up behind me, his hands roaming over my skin along with Beau’s, like they’re trying to rebrand me, but this time, with their fingers.
A shiver runs down my spine as they guide me toward our bed, both sets of hands tracing the curves of my body as if they’ve memorized every inch of me.
Beau’s hands grip my hips, pulling me against him, while Jackson’s fingers find the zipper of my dress and begin dragging it down, loosening the fabric with slow intent.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Aria,” Jackson growls, his voice low and gravelly. “Driving home while Beau got to touch you and I couldn’t... it was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”
Excitement shoots through my nerves as their story replays in my head.
The twisted thrill of it pulses inside me.
I know it’s wrong. I know I shouldn’t be turned on by what they told me, but I think it’s the way they were so calm, so unbothered, that does it for me.
And now, with their hands all over me, I’m soaking wet, waiting for their next move.
My dress finally slips off, pooling around my feet.
Heat ignites under my skin as they slide my panties down my thighs, the fabric gliding like silk.
In a flash that’s both shocking and exhilarating, they push me onto the bed.
I’m completely bare, and then they’re wrapping my panties around my wrists, tying me to the headboard.
I’m trapped. At their mercy. And the fire that licks up my spine at that thought is instant.
“You like being tied up, don’t you, Aria?” Beau’s voice is husky as he undresses. “You like being helpless and at our mercy.”
I nod, heart pounding in my chest. I do like it. Honestly, I like anything these two do to me. I love this feeling of being bound, completely at the mercy of my two violent men.
As Jackson undresses, his eyes never leave mine. They're dark with hunger as Beau straddles my head. He places his muscular thighs on either side of my face, his cock, hard, hovering above my lips.
“Open,” he commands.
And I do without hesitation.
Desire slams into me as he grips the base of his cock and guides himself between my lips. There’s no teasing. No slow build. Just a sharp inhale before he thrusts deep. His cock pushing past my tongue, stretching my jaw, hitting the back of my throat in one hard stroke.
I choke around him, tears instantly welling in my eyes, but he doesn’t stop. He rocks his hips, pulling out to the tip before slamming back in, again and again. He fucks my mouth like he owns it. Like he’s claiming me in the only way he can, while Jackson watches.
“Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven, baby,” Beau growls, his voice strained with the control he's losing.
His hand tangles in my hair, holding me steady as he uses me. My throat burns and my eyes water, but the dark thrill of surrender pulses through me. Every brutal thrust makes my core clench. Makes me crave more.
Suddenly, Jackson’s hands wrap around my thighs and spread me open with a quiet command that makes my breath hitch.
The cool air hits my slick skin, making me shiver with anticipation.
His fingers trail up the insides of my thighs, slow and teasing, like he’s savoring the sight of me before even touching me.
He leans down, and his lips brush against one thigh, then the other. Soft kisses that make me writhe.
“Look at you,” Jackson murmurs. “Already trembling... and we’ve just started.”
Then his mouth finds my center. He drags his tongue in a slow stroke from my entrance to my clit before sucking me in hard.
My hips jerk, but his grip tightens, holding me down like a man starved.
He doesn’t rush. He devours me with maddening precision.
Flicking, circling, sucking until my legs shake and I’m moaning around Beau’s cock.
These men drive me wild with just the simplest touches, but this? This is something else entirely. This is worship. Possession. Destruction. Sweet, slow, and inescapable.
The heat builds inside me embarrassingly fast. My body tightens as Jackson’s tongue works its magic, drawing gasps and cries from me, my moans vibrating around Beau.
“You’re so wet, Aria,” Jackson murmurs against me. “I can feel how much you want us. How much you need us. If I’d known telling you our history would lead to this... fuck, I would've confessed everything the first day.”
I choke on a moan, completely overwhelmed. Beau thrusts deep, hitting the back of my throat, spit dripping from the corners of my mouth. The helpless sounds I make only fuel them further.
“You’re close, aren’t you, baby? So ready to break for us,” Jackson says, and then I feel two fingers slowly slide inside of me.
I am. God, I am.
Every muscle in my body tightens. I can’t think. Can’t breathe. I can only feel Jackson’s fingers curling inside me, hitting that spot again and again, paired with Beau’s raw, relentless rhythm in my mouth.
And then I shatter.
I cum with a cry muffled by Beau’s cock, my whole body convulsing as Jackson never lets up, dragging out every wave of pleasure until I’m trembling and sobbing. Beau groans above me, my moans sending vibrations through him, making him curse and thrust deeper.
I try to move. To reach for Beau’s hips or Jackson’s shoulders. But I can’t. My arms are still bound. I’m completely at their mercy.
And in the glowing aftermath, I realize I don’t want to escape. This is what I asked for. What I begged for in a thousand silent ways. And now, I’m giving them everything.
Beau finally undoes the panties from my wrists and the bedframe, freeing me. Jackson lies beside me, his eyes burning into mine. A rush of excitement pulses through me as I straddle him, my body aching and ready.
Since the night of Halloween and the many, many nights since they came back into my life, I’ve learned that nothing compares to having both of them inside me. The way they chase my pleasure with theirs is the best feeling in the world.
I line myself up with Jackson, slowly sinking down. Before I can take all of him, he thrusts up into me, hard. I gasp, the sudden stretch bringing a flash of pain, but I don’t care. Not with Beau pressing against my back, and Jackson moving beneath me.
Beau places both palms on my shoulders and pushes me forward, pinning me to Jackson’s chest. My body adjusts, giving him room.
His hands leave my shoulders, and for a second, I miss their touch. But then I feel the cool drizzle of lube as he pours it over my ass. His fingers massage it in, preparing me.
“Fuck, you’re so ready for us, aren’t you?” Jackson growls beneath me, his eyes locked on mine. “You love being our little slut, don’t you?”
I try to respond, but all that comes out is a moan as Beau teases my ass with the tip of his cock.
“Yes... yes, yes,” I breathe, trembling. “I want you both. I need you both.”
Beau pushes in slowly, stretching me wide. Even after months, it still feels like I’m being torn apart—but in the best way possible. Jackson holds my gaze as he starts thrusting, hard and deep, making me cry out as I push back into Beau.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Beau hisses, gripping my hips. “You’re ours, Aria. And tonight, we’re going to show you how much we love you.”
I’m trapped between them, completely and utterly theirs, and for the first time in my life, I feel whole.
They fuck me rough and deep, building me toward another climax. My muscles tense again, the pressure mounting fast. This isn't going to be easy. They’re going to make me beg for it.
“Please,” I breathe, barely audible over the sound of slapping skin. “Please... make me cum.”
Jackson’s eyes spark with wicked delight. He reaches up, wrapping both hands around my throat, holding me still.
“Damn,” he growls, “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this. With my hands wrapped around your pretty little throat. You want to cum, Aria? You’re going to have to beg for it.”
I try, but all that escapes is a gasp as Beau thrusts deeper and Jackson tightens his grip. These are the same hands that took a life. The thought only sends me spiraling deeper.
Then Jackson suddenly releases my throat, surging up to kiss me. His mouth crashes into mine, tongue demanding…desperate. I melt into him as they both slam into me, hard.
I’m completely lost in the sensation. In the pleasure. In them.
The orgasm builds and then crashes over me, my body shaking, walls pulsing around Jackson. He watches me come undone, lips parted, eyes locked on mine.
But they’re not done with me.
They keep fucking me, raw and relentless, driving me to the edge again. My cries echo, loud and desperate, until Jackson leans up again.
“I love you, Aria. I love you more than anything in this world.”
Beau follows, his voice rough in my ear. “We’re keeping you. There’s no leaving. Not for you, not for us.”
And I believe them.
I’m still trapped between them, but I’ve never felt more free.
With one last thrust, Jackson cums inside me, groaning as he fills me. Beau following soon after, slowly sliding out of my ass, and he collapses onto my back but careful not to crush me.
“I love you both,” I whisper. “Forever. Too bad for you guys... because you’re stuck with me now.”