Page 40 of Not A Whisper

"I don't know what you find so amusing. It’s your slow driving that got us here so late. Maybe dollface would’ve joined us if we hadn’t gotten here at midnight. You're about to be punished, right after our doll here," Trip snaps. His erection grows harder, longer, until he hits the back of my throat. I try to pull back to keep from gagging, but Trip pushes my head down. "Did I say you could breathe? I told you to suck. If you suffocate, so be it. I'll let you breathe when you've learned your place. Now keep sucking."

I struggle, my hands going to his thighs to pull back. It's useless though. Trip holds me down on him until my nosebrushes against his trimmed pubes. Tears stream down my face and I gag violently. As my entire body thrashes around, I'm jarring Jason's fingers inside of me. It heightens the pleasure that wars with my panic.

"Come on, dollface. You know what to do. Work for air," Trip growls, his hips tilting upward, causing me to gag again.

Oh god, I'm going to die. I try to relax. Really I do, but it's hard with a fat cock in your throat. Just as I start to breathe through my nose, Jason shoves his tongue deep into my ass and his fingers curl in my pussy. I cum, choking harder around Trip as my body spasms. Unintentionally, I take Trip further into my throat which convulses right along with the rest of me. Trip gasps and I can feel him hardening, as if he's going to cum along with me. Instead, he jerks my head up, off his dick.

"Fucking hell..." he groans as I grip his thighs while I ride my high.

Able to breathe now, I suck in air, which only heightens the intensity of the orgasm. I grind back against Jason even as I sputter and gasp. Well, damn... I wasn't expecting to wake up like this, but a girl could get used to this type of attention. As the pleasure subsides, I collapse onto the bed. Jason pulls his mouth and fingers from me—a temporary reprieve. Trip rolls away from me, reaching for the drawer of the nightstand. A second later he's back, summoning Jason with a finger.

"Get over here."

"Who? Little old me?” I lift my head to look back at him to see Jason smirking at Trip. Trip's answering scowl is impressive in its intensity. Usually he saves these darker ones for me when I've really angered him.

I lower my head down onto the mattress, smiling. At least it's not directed at me.

"Yesyou." Trip confirms, “You deserve being used just as much asdollface here."

I smile sleepily at the thought of Jason being toyed with. "He does?"

Trip shoots me a withering look. "Shut up and wait your turn, dollface. No one’s done with you."

I close my mouth. Trip is clearly feeling a little salty this morning. I’d rather him direct it elsewhere. Jason crawls up the bed on all fours until he's beside me. He rises onto his knees and takes Trip's face into his hands. Before he can swoop in for a kiss, Trip grabs him by the neck and, in the same motion, jerks Jason sideways and back down to all fours. They wrestle for a second. The two of them grunt and pin one another down in a wild thrashing of limbs. Trip’s scary scowl does nothing to quell Jason’s eager and playful grin.

Eventually, Trip wins—pinning Jason's back to the mattress as he grips Jason's wrists to the bed on either side of his head. The victorious sneer that stretches across Trip's face sends a thrill through me. There's something animalistic and hungry in the look the two of them share.

It’s hot as hell.

"You know you want it," Trip taunts.

Jason's playful smile shifts to a more subdued one. "I do."

"And I know you want your doll, don't you?" Trip presses through clenched teeth. "You need her."

Both of them turn to look at me then, the hunger between them stretching out to include me. My breath catches in surprise by the shift. Trip's dark eyes and Jason's hazel ones pin me in place. I stare back, unable to move under the weight of their predatory stares.

Trip lets go of Jason's wrists to sit up. He reaches for the small bottle of lube he grabbed from my nightstand. As he pops the top, he nudges his head.

"Come here, dollface. You're needed," he orders, his voice deep.

I almost object, wanting to see how the two of them play. There's no doubt, given the small sparring between them just now, I could probably get off simply watching.

But I'm greedy for attention and I ache to be filled. Maybe in the future they'll let me watch. Getting on my hands and knees, I crawl toward them. Jason's eyes fall to my breasts as Trip holds my gaze as he dumps lube over his erection. As he fists himself, coating every inch of him, I can't help but reach forward to take over. Trip lets me, watching me with eyes that burn with need. I marvel at the veins that bulge and pulse gently beneath my touch. When I give him a hard squeeze, he grunts—his hips jerking forward into my hand.

"You're a brat," he grumbles as he slaps my hand away.

I smirk. "Would you have it any other way?"

"Naw, he loves feeling superior. Almost as much as Grant does," Jason replies, chuckling.

I look down and give him a smile. "I suppose you would know, given your bratty attitude."

"Me?” His eyes widen with innocence. “Never."

"Given your reaction to someone helping me at the fairground yesterday, I beg to differ." I reach forward to use the leftover lube in my hand to coat Jason's erection that juts out in front of him. His eyes roll into the back of his head.

"Your hand feels so good, dollie," he groans. "So soft and small."

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