Chapter 20
Ari
I stretch, my entire body aching in the most delicious way, and smile as I’m pulled back against a hot, hard chest, warm fingers pressing into my hip.
“Morning,” Hunter says, his erection pressing up against my lower back.
“Morning,” I reply, my voice croaky, eyes focusing on a smiling Harrison who stares back at me. He reaches up to cup my cheek as Hunter snuggles into my neck, someone’s hand slipping between my thighs.
I flinch, and Hunter chuckles. “You sore, little rabbit?”
“You know I am,” I reply with a groan because even so, it doesn’t stop me from waking up wet.
Something coils deep in the pit of my stomach. I can’t seem to get enough of these two men. They played me like a grand piano, pressing all the right keys. I never knew pleasure could be like this.
They took me in the shower after Hunter fucked me and then proceeded to dirty me up all over again.
I’ve barely slept, and when I would finally drift off, I’d be brought back to reality with a tongue inside my pussy or a cock pressed against my entrance, ready to go again.
One of them lifts my thigh, and I groan as I feel the head of a cock at my entrance. I am so overstimulated and sore, I’m not even sure whose cock it is.
“How about one in and one out,” Harrison says to Hunter.
“Sounds like a plan,” he replies.
“How are you both even still going?” I ask, tensing as Hunter pushes into me from behind.
“It’s called stamina,” he says, groaning. “And fuck, I swear you just keep getting tighter and tighter.”
Harrison leans in and kisses me so tenderly before pulling back, his eyes roaming over my face with a look of reverence.
“We waited a long time to get inside you,” he says, stroking my jaw. “So you’ll have to forgive us if we have a lot of pent-up frustration to work through. Hurry up, brother. I need inside.”
Hunter pulls out of me slowly, his lips brushing over my shoulder, and then Harrison is pushing inside.
“It’s too much,” I say, and it’s not a lie. My pussy feels abused, but in the best possible way.
“You can take us. And soon we’re going to take your sweet cunt at the same time.”
The thought of both these men inside me at the same time has my heart racing and my channel tightening around Harrison, who groans.
They take me in turns, alternating between each thrust until I come on each of their cocks. And then they’re both filling me up.
I know I’m going to feel them inside me for days, which I think was their intent.
We lay there, all breathing heavily, as cum slips down my thighs. My room undoubtedly smells of sex and sin.
It’s only when my phone goes off that I’m pulled back to the present.
“Fuck,” I say as I try to untangle myself from the guys and lunge for my phone, almost face-planting out of the bed in the process.
“Woah there, careful.”
“You need to go. I need to hurry up and go make breakfast.”
I scramble out of bed and cringe as sticky, warm cum slides down my inner thighs.
“Gross,” I mutter as I stagger to the bathroom.
The sound of deep laughter follows me as I close the door and scramble to the toilet.
I have the quickest shower of my life before pulling on my comfy underwear, a soft pair of leggings and an oversized sweater.
When I enter the kitchen, my stepfather is sitting at the head of the table with a face like thunder, and my mum is playing some game on her phone.
Seated on either side of the table, smiling as I walk in are Harrison and Hunter.
They’re both wearing tight black fitted t-shirts, their hair still unkempt from sleep and countless hours of sex.
I can’t help but flush from the thought. Avoiding their gaze, I look away.
“Morning,” I say as I head to the fridge.
“You’re late,” my stepfather says as I pull the door open.
I clench my teeth. The urge to tell him to fuck off is on the tip of my tongue, but like always, I bite it back. “Sorry. I overslept,” I reply, my head in the fridge, my cheeks blazing as I retrieve the eggs.
“Well it’s not good enough.”
I sigh because I learnt early on not to argue with this man
“You’re right, I’m sorry,” I reply, turning back to face him at the table.
“Just hurry up and make my breakfast.”
“Enough.”
My eyes widen as Hunter stands abruptly and pushes his chair back. “Don’t talk to her like that.”
My lips part in shock. He just spoke up for me. Not only that, but he’s now walking towards me, a smirk on his lips.
“Excuse me,” his father says, his voice rising in anger.
I’m rooted to the spot even when Hunter is directly in front of me, lowering his mouth to mine. I’m powerless to stop it as he kisses me tenderly.
“What do you think you’re doing?” my stepfather demands.
“Kissing our girl,” he retorts, not missing a beat and moving to my side, wrapping an arm around my waist protectively.
“You’ll do no such thing.”
Harrison stands next, slamming his palms down on the table with a loud thud, drawing his father’s attention to him as he stares down at him.
“Actually, we will, and there’s fuck all you can do about it,” Harrison says as he approaches me and kisses me just as sweetly, and I melt into him.
“Not under my roof you won’t.” The scrape of my stepfather’s chair against the tiled floor makes me cringe just as Harrison moves to my other side.
“We will. You seem to be forgetting something. This is, in fact, our roof, not yours, and it’s about time you left.”
He looks between his sons, his face blotchy and red, his anger palpable.
“You can’t be serious? After everything I’ve done for you. And what, all because she opened her legs?”
My mum gasps in shock at the same time Harrison launches himself at his father and drags him out of the chair, shoving him up against the wall by the throat.
“You need to watch your mouth, old man.”
I glance at Hunter and whisper, “You need to stop him.”
He shakes his head. “No, he needs to learn his place,” he replies, leaning down and kissing me chastely.
“Marion, he has twenty-four hours to move out. You, however, are welcome to stay.”
Their father says something in protest under Harrison’s hold.
“No, she is welcome to stay,” Hunter says loud enough for his father to hear, but lowers his voice for me, “And if she wants help getting sober, we’ll support that too.”
I’m stunned speechless.
Harrison releases his father, who is positively livid as he straightens his shirt.
“Marion, come,” he says, pushing off the wall and reaching for her.
I expect my mum to go with him, but much to my astonishment, she shakes her head and swats his hand away.
“No. And no one talks about my daughter like that,” she says as she pulls her hand back and slaps him across the face, causing me to flinch.
He moves forward, but Harrison already has hold of him by the back of his shirt and hauls him backwards.
“No, I don’t think so. We’ll pack up your shit. Now fuck off.”
“I’m going,” he says, shrugging out of his hold and storming out, the front door rattling in its wake.
I stand there still glued to Hunter’s side.
“How long has this been going on?” asks my mum.
“Physically, it’s a new development, but emotionally for over a year,” Harrison says as he comes to stand on my other side.
And I realise he’s right. That’s when the messages became deeper, and I opened up to him—them—about anything and everything.
She nods, looking between us. “As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.”
I step forward as she pulls me into a hug.
“You boys make sure you treat her right.” She pulls back. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I need to make a few calls,” she says, grabbing her phone and leaving us all alone in the kitchen.
“Now, what would you like to eat?” Harrison asks.
“Food, you’re talking about food after what just happened? You just kicked your father out.”
Hunter leans down, reaches for my waist, and lifts me onto the kitchen counter.
“It was long overdue, if you ask us. We were just waiting for you.”
“You are both certifiable.”
“Only for you.” Harrison leans in and licks a path up my throat, stopping below my ear, and I tilt my head to the side to give him better access. My entire body breaks out in goosebumps as he begins to kiss and suck.
“Well, I for one know what I want to eat,” Hunter says as his mouth moves to mine, his lips hovering over mine.
“Wrap your legs around me so I can take you back to your room, and we can both feast on your pretty pussy for breakfast.”
I whimper and do as I’m told. Sounds like a win-win to me.
Double the trouble, double the pleasure.