Page 8 of Reckless Hearts

“Good girl,” Wes says. Trick grips his shaft, tapping the tip onto my tongue before pressing into my mouth. “Our needy little slut.”

I take teasing steps to accommodate Trick’s impressive cock, stroking him with my tongue as he eases himself in, inch by inch. Sweat, skin, and a distinct sweetness mixed with his unique musk coat my tongue, making me ache between my legs. I grip his shaft and take his length deeper into my mouth.

I can’t believe I’m doing this—giving head to a total stranger while another one watches. These guys could be actual serial killers for all I know, but lust knows no boundaries. I’d be doing myself a disservice if I didn’t fully embrace this experience.

Wes drags a finger along my slit, making my breath hitch and my pussy ache. “Mm, so fucking wet,” he says. I shudder, arching my back, wanting more, while Trick’s thick cock repeatedly hits the back of my throat.

A moment later, Wes joins Trick. My eyes instantly land on the thick, hard muscle of his inked torso, to the sheen of sweat glistening in the dip between his pecs, and I follow the trail down his navel to his swollen cock.

I pop off momentarily to marvel at the absolute fucking gods in front of me before Trick presses into me again. If my mouth wasn’t already open, it would be gaping at the sight of Wes’s shirtless physique.

Never in all my life have I come across a man who could reach full mast ten minutes post-orgasm. Wes is the fucking unicorn I didn’t know I needed.

Spit pools at the back of my throat as I suck harder, savouring Trick’s taste as he drives into me with reckless abandon, ruthless and wild.

“Do you like how his cock tastes, baby? Does he taste as good as I do?” Wes’s words are playful, lacking any trace of jealousy. He’s clearly enjoying himself—and so am I.

I amsucha good little slut.

An incoherent sound brushes past the obstruction in my mouth, affirming Wes’s question. He fists my hair, guiding my head as Trick’s thrusts intensify, punching air from my lungs and hitting a spot in my throat that triggers my gag reflex.

“I love the way you choke,” Wes growls, absently stroking his cock. “Keep going, Tatum. You’re being such a good girl for us.”

If I could smile smugly, I would. It’s almost surreal, having these two all to myself—like I’ve hit the pinnacle of sluthood, and I’m absolutely revelling in it.

Trick withdraws. My jaw goes slack, aching from the loss, before he plunges his cock back into my throat. He doesn’t hold back, but I’m too mesmerised by him to care. The tension in his chest, the divots and the flexion in his lean muscles as he jerks into me, unapologetic and reckless, fucking every coherent thought from my mind. I want to lick every inch of his muscle until he’s clawing at me, making me bleed as he silently begs to wreck me.

Wes wraps a hand around my throat, tightening his grip. The force of his fingers makes my eyes want to close, a heavinesssettling in my body. Just as I start to drift, he eases up and releases his hold, pulling me back from the edge.

Trick withdraws indefinitely as Wes shoves something wet in my mouth, and it takes me a moment to realise it’s my underwear. Except, it isn’t my arousal on the fabric.

I fight to resist swallowing the liquid down, but with all the saliva accumulated in my mouth, mixed with this new and unfamiliar, slightly sweet liquid, I squeeze it out.

“Hold it in your mouth, baby. Get a taste for it.” Wes’s fingers close around my throat, while his other hand grips my cheeks, pressing them to encourage me to swallow.

This is the most reckless thing I’ve ever done, the most dangerous game I’ve ever played, and with two complete strangers, nonetheless.

“Do you need to tap out?”

So many thoughts run through my head, but I can only focus on one.

I want this.

“No,” I slur, sticky liquid dripping down my chin as I fight to keep my eyes open.

I swear I can almost feel the smile in his voice, sensing their relief. He squeezes my artery, the crushing pressure from his fingertips making my head go light, a weight building behind my eyes.

My pussy clenches, arousal dripping down my thighs as my lungs struggle for air. My eyes flutter open and closed, just enough to make out the two identical, blurry masked figures staring down at me, as if I’m something fucking special. But I'm not, and they'll figure that out soon enough. The thought lingers until it doesn't.

Until it all goes black.

5

Iwake up disoriented, my head fuzzy. As my surroundings come into focus, I realise where I am, what I’ve done, and every event leading up to this.

I let themdrugme.

But I’m warm.

---