Page 54 of Carry Your Debt

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. Twofingers 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. Iwasthe one who drove her back to her dorm when she ditched him, after all.

It’s what she’snotsaying—or rather, asking—out loud.She wants to know if I’ll willingly go in raw, like I do for her.

Onlyever 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.

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