Page 23 of Filthy and Dirty with my Captors

I hold his balls in my hand as he slows his movements, draining the last of him.

“Show it to me,” Owen growls. “I want to see your pretty mouth filled with his come.”

My clit throbs hard as I pull off Hawk’s cock and open my mouth slowly, presenting my tongue. Loads of warm come spill down my chin, onto my chest, and onto the floor.

“Fuck.” Hawk kisses the top of my head and whispers, “Put my come all over his cock, sweetheart. I need to see it.”

Damn! I was still planning to save my virginity for sale, but I’m not sure I’m gonna make it. I’ve never been so needy in my life. I need to be filled. I need to be held. I need to be fucked hard. I need to know what it’s like to have multiple men crawling all over me with need.

Owen threads his fingers through my hair and presses his cock into my mouth, thrusting over and over as I gag and moan. “Yeah, right there. Good fuckin’ girl.” He’s going to lose it. I can hear it in his voice.

“What the fuck?” It’s Moose. I’d recognize his deep voice anywhere. “Jesus.”

Owen thrusts faster into my mouth, groaning louder and louder as though another man in the room has turned him on more. Then suddenly, he comes, filling me up where Hawk just did. “Show me.” He pulls out slowly, staring down at me as I open my mouth, letting his thick come drip down my body.

“God damn, Birdie. That was hot as hell.”

Hawk and Owen grip my arms and help me up from the ground, kissing me one at a time on either side of my face, then my hard nipples. I’m soaking wet and desperate to come again, but Moose is in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, his stare heavy, his nostrils flaring.

What the fuck!

Guilt rushes through me as my clit aches for his rough hands. Part of me wants to offer him what I’ve just given theother two, but I can’t quite figure him out, and I’m terrified of being rejected.

“Get some clothes on and meet me in the chicken coop. We need to talk.” His voice is deep as he draws his eyebrows close together and turns back to leave the same way he came in, this time with a slamming door.

“Fuck,” Owen groans under his breath. “What was that about?”

I drag in a deep breath. “I don’t know. Do you think he feels left out?”

There’s a pause before Owen looks toward me. “Do you wish he were here right now?”

I don’t know what Owen is asking me, or I do and I don’t know how to answer. There’s no reality where I’m going to tell him I’ve been thinking about all his friends sexually. It’s weird. “Moose looked mad is all.”

Hawk pulls me against his chest and kisses the top of my head. “Moose isn’t an emotional guy. If I know him like I think I do, he’s feeling shit, but he doesn’t know how to express any of it. And that right there… that was jealousy.”

Jealousy?No. There’s no way Moose wants to be with me. He’s gruff as hell every time we talk.

“You should talk to him, Birdie.” I can’t figure why Owen is so sweet about all this. I mean, he never talked about orgies before. Then again, we avoided most sexual topics in general, except that one time we watched the polyamory show on the learning network. We had a long conversation then about how plural marriage would never work, at least not the way these people had it set up.

I turn toward him. “I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone.”

“How so?” He tugs his pants back into place. “Are you happy?”

I nod. “Yeah, I mean… you’re okay with me touching Hawk, and I don’t know… what if I’m thinking about Moose too? I can’t have you all.” That sounds ridiculous even saying out loud.

He brushes a strand of hair away from my face and kisses my forehead. “I want you taken care of above all else. Whatever combination of people it takes to make that happen, we’ll figure it out. Besides,” he lays his hand over my bare breast and tugs me away from Hawk, “it kind of gets me off to see you with him.”

“Really?”

“Go talk to Moose.” He kisses my forehead gently. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I murmur, closing my eyes as warm heat from both men spreads over my lips and the tops of my shoulders. I wonder if now is a good time to tell him I want my phone back.

Chapter Nine

Moose

I should’ve taken Rosie over my knee right then and there. I should’ve bent her bare ass over and watched it shake as I punished her for leaving me out. I should’ve taken her to the edge of an orgasm and left her there to suffer the way she did me.

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