Page 60 of Not A Whisper

“I know you do. You fucking love this, being used, and god, do I fucking loving using you,” Jason growls as he bends over me.

A harsh gasp and heavy breathing come from beneath the table. I can only imagine what Grant can see between our legs. Maybe he catches sight of my arousal as it drops down my thighs. Can he see it glisten? The thought brings my blood to a pleasant boil.

Jason’s hands land flat on the table on either side of my body, and he bends over me so that his chest is pressed against my back. His hips pull back slowly. I groan as his dick creates a glorious friction. When his hips snap forward, I cry out with stanch relief.

“You know what else I love?” he asks into my ear.

“Cumming?” I breathe as he starts a hard, brutal pace. I gasp and sigh with each thrust. Jason laughs breathlessly over me.

Trip continues to watch us, forgoing another slice of pizza to watch intensely. I hold his gaze, licking my lips as I think about him inside of me as well.

“Well, sure. That too,” Jason admits. His hands slide out to grab mine. He drags them over my head so I’m completely stretched over the kitchen table. Our fingers weave together as he quickens his pace. The sound of skin slapping is erotic, and my body responds by growing wetter. Jason’s mouth skims up the back of my neck before it reaches the shell of my ear. “But not nearly as much as I love you.”

I suck in a sharp breath. Did he just say…? No, that can’t be right. Jason had spoken so softly into my ear that I can’t be a hundred percent sure I’m not misconstruing what I’ve heard.

But while I’m not sure if I’ve heard him correctly, Trip certainly thinks he heard something important. Because our eyes are still locked together, I catch as his near-permanent look of contempt falls completely away. His brows fly upward as his mouth pops open.

It’s his surprise that solidifies Jason’s words in my psyche. I close my eyes to savor the moment.

Jason Nanilovesme.

My body squeezes around Jason, tightly, and as I cum, my heart balloons to epic proportions. Tears spring to my eyes and immediately spill down my face, and I cry out loudly. Jason’s answering chuckle is strained. He snaps his hips harder and faster into me. With a hard grunt, he stills deep inside of me, cumming right along with me.

“That’s right, dollie, milk me good. I’m all yours,” Jasongrowls as his cock twitches inside of me, filling me with his release.

When we’ve both stopped trembling, we simply lay there breathing heavily. I bask in the knowledge that the man pinning me to the table loves me. Love… This is love. It’s messy, ranging from thick and all-consuming, to runny and covering every nerve and cell. It’s not a perfect weighted blanket of security like I thought it would be.

But I don’t need perfection.

Not when I have two out of the three hearts of the men that I adore. Whether or not Trip remembers his declaration, I do, and I hold it to me tight. Smiling weakly, my eyes flutter shut.

“Don’t think you’re done yet, dollface.”

I open my eyes to watch Trip stand, his mask of contempt back in place. He peels off his shirt, tossing it to the ground as he moves around the table. My body tightens around Jason, who lets out a soft grunt.

Jason kisses the back of my neck before pulling out of me. Before I can stand, Trip takes his place. His rough hands grab my hips in a biting grip. I wiggle my ass for him, and he chuckles.

“I’m going to take this tonight,” he vows. “Just not right now.”

“Fill her up,” Jason urges, taking Trip’s seat to watch us. “I want to see her womb swollen.”

I gasp in surprise, and his answering smile is devious.

“You’re disgusting,” I mumble, relieved that he’s not bothered by my lack of response to his proclamation of love.

Maybe I love Jason. Maybe I love Trip too. Hell, I could possibly love all three—even the young man currently banished under the table. But to put what I feel into words after the roller coaster of emotions I’ve been riding? It’s impossible. I’ll sort through everything later.

“Not as disgusting as you’re about to be after we’re done with you tonight, dollface,” Jason assures me.

Trip thrusts into me so swiftly and suddenly that I cry out in surprise. My fingernails press into the table as he slides straight down to the hilt. A hand leaves my hip and grips my bun to yank my head back. He leans forward as he starts to move.

“Jason can have your womb,” he whispers, his voice hoarse. “I have every fucking intention of possessing your goddamn soul. I will tear it out of your body and wear it like one of my tattoos if that’s what it takes to keep you. You don’t get the choice to run away from us, do you hear me? Tell me it's over again, dollface, and so help me god, I will brand you for the world to see. No one will want you the wayIdo.”

Beneath the table, Grant’s pained growls tell me he’s hearing everything. The slapping of our skin, the wet sounds we make, the heavy sighs of pleasure. That knowledge makes this even hotter. Good, I hope he’s suffering. He deserves this. He deserves to hear his friends claim me, fill me,worshipme, and to be ignored.

My pussy spasms hard around Trip’s dick. I whimper and groan as I work with his brutal pace. My nails claw at the table. Breathing becomes difficult and time ceases to mean anything. Then Trip hits just the right spot. The flare of ecstasy that explodes is deliciously perfect. I press back into him as my eyes roll and I’m forced to ride wave after wave of pleasure.

Just as my body sags against the table, spent and exhausted, Trip finds his release. As he does, his hips move in shallow thrusts as if he’s feeding my pussy his cum. Aftershocks cause my pussy to convulse around him. When he’s through, his hips still. But Trip doesn’t pull out of me, not right away.

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