Page 31 of Double Play

“Mhmm,” I hum, refusing to stop my teasing licks until he lowers me to my feet. I reluctantly let go of him just as Hawk steps toward me in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that hang low on his hips, showcasing every rock-hard muscle on his body. I vaguely hear the sound of Jacks removing his clothing through the fog in my brain, but I can’t take my eyes off the tattooed god in front of me long enough to see for myself.

“You look like you had a rough day,” Hawk says seductively as he pulls my shirt over my head, his eyes burning with desire when he sees that I never bothered with a bra after practice. He tosses it to the floor, moving closer until he’s able to run his hands up and down my waist. “For the rest of the night, I want you to be a mindless, empty-headed doll for us. Just be here in this room, where you’re allowed to free yourself from every one of life’s stressors. The only thing that exists inside these walls is the pain and pleasure we’re about to bring. Do you trust us to take care of you?”

Just then, another set of hands joins in, running up my thighs from behind and dipping under my waistband before slowly working my leggings and panties to the floor. Jackson kneels, pressing a soft, barely-there kiss to the sensitive skin of my ass as I step out of my clothes, leaning on the strong forearms in front of me to keep steady because I’m feeling like I could melt into a puddle at any moment. He moves them away, dragging his fingertips up as he stands, settling himself so close to my naked body, that I can feel the heat radiating from his.

“Yes,” I whisper, almost forgetting that Hawk asked me a question. My brain is fuzzy already, and I let out a shaky exhale as he nods in approval.

“What’s your safe word?” he asks, both of them going still as they await my answer. Blood pumps loudly between my ears at the thought of what they’re going to do to me, and I give him what he wants, saying the word out loud.

“Muffins.”

“Good girl, Princess,” Jacks replies against my ear, making warmth bloom to life in my stomach before it snakes its way through my limbs. Even with the darkness that’s washed over Hawk’s expression in front of me, I’ve never felt safer and more cared for than I do right now, wedged between them. The thought makes my heart tighten inside my ribcage because, while I know without a doubt that I’ve been in love with one of them since I was barely even old enough to fully understand the emotion, it’s becoming apparent that I’m developing something very real for the other. I don’t know how or when it happened, but it’s there—and it’s getting stronger every day.

Hawk steps away, walking over to the dresser and digging through the same drawer he pulled the toys from last time. I watch with rapt attention to see what he returns with. He faces us again, but my eyes can’t settle on one item long enough to make sense of anything—although none of that matters as he stops in front of me and speaks.

“Kneel.”

TWENTY-FIVE

HAWK

As soon asthe rough demand is out of my mouth, Arden obeys, dropping down in front of me. Jackson steps around her, standing just behind me as I finally show her what I’ve got.

“This is bondage tape,” I say, holding up the roll. She fixes her eyes on it, watching as I pull on the end and unravel a long piece. “It sticks to itself but won’t hurt your skin. Feel it.” Bringing a hand up, she skates her fingers along the shiny black strip. It’s not sticky at all and has a stretchy, rubbery texture that’s smooth to the touch. I opted for this, as opposed to rope, because it’s quicker and easier for the type of binding I plan on doing. She won’t be in it long—only until we move her to the bed. I just want to get her to give up control to us while she’s on her knees. She needs this right now.

I could tell from the moment she walked into the living room that it was one of those practices that had her on edge. The way she made a beeline for Jacks solidified it, since he’s her soft place to land. That’s why I gave them some time alone while I came up here to get ready, because she needed to feel loved and treasured before she’d be in the right headspace to handle what I have planned for her.

“Put your hands behind your back,” I instruct. She does, and I round her small body, wrapping the tape in an X shape around her wrists several times so she can’t escape. Shaky inhales expand her chest, and her nipples harden as I make sure everything is secure before standing to my full height behind her.

Lifting my chin at my best friend, I silently encourage him to get close, so that his already hardening cock is just inches from her face. I should discuss a non-verbal safe word with them, and if it were me in front of her, we would. But I know the last thing he would do right now is push her anywhere near her limits. I don’t think he even has it in him.

I look down, watching as her tits continue to heave with every excited breath she takes. “Jackson is going to fuck your pretty mouth,” I tell her. “Be an obedient little toy and make him feel good. Open.” I land a light slap to her cheek, and she complies immediately, waiting as he slides his head past her plump lips. Just as I suspected, his thrusts are slow and languid, eliciting contended moans as she enjoys the feeling of his length gliding along her tongue. I allow it for several minutes, my erection growing harder while I watch them together.

“You’re beautiful, Arden,” he grits out quietly, rubbing gentle circles on her cheek with his thumb as he pumps in and out, picking up speed but still not letting loose. He may know what she needs when she’s in his arms, seeking softness and comfort. But when it comes to emptying every haunting thought from her mind?

I’m her fucking salvation.

“You can take more, can’t you, Hellcat?” I ask, my tone dripping with mischief as she does her best to nod in affirmation. I smirk, batting his loving touch away and replacing it with my own hands on each side of her head. As if she knows what’s coming, she takes a sharp inhale through her nose, right before I shove her forward, not stopping until I hear her feet kicking the carpet between my open legs. Her torso thrashes slightly as she pulls at the tape, likely trying to push against his thighs. Jackson gasps, and I meet his nervous gaze with mine, telling him without words to hold still.

“There you go,” I praise, feeling her body jolt, fighting the intrusion as her gag reflex kicks in. Garbled noises work their way up her throat, escaping around his shaft while I force her down. Waiting a couple more seconds before pulling her off, I watch as she sucks in large gulps of oxygen, strings of saliva hanging from her swollen lips. I give her a few seconds to recover before doing it again, this time controlling her movements and fucking her onto him while he struggles not to come early. I don’t blame him. She looks like a dream, bound and dominated, choking on his cock. I’m not sure I could restrain myself the way he is if the roles were reversed.

Pulling her off of him, I tilt her head up to me, focusing on how gorgeous she is after being used. Tears are streaming down her face, there’s drool all over her chin, and her chest trembles as she continues to catch her breath. But the trust and submission I see when I look into her eyes is what makes her the most breathtaking being I’ve ever seen. She has no idea what we’re going to do to her, yet there isn’t an ounce of trepidation in her expression. She just wants to let go.

“Such a pretty fuckslut,” I praise, hooking my thumb behind her bottom teeth and forcing her mouth wide before spitting onto her tongue. Her eyes roll back, and Jackson must see it, because the next thing I know, he’s curling his pointer and middle fingers next to mine, leaning close, and adding his own saliva. Arden whimpers loudly, her attention bouncing back and forth between us as we tower over her. “Swallow.” She doesn’t hesitate, closing her lips and moaning as the mixture of us slides down her throat.

“Christ, Princess,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief. It’s like he’s seeing her for the first time. In a way, he is. Because the sweet, innocent angel he’s known since they were young is only a part of Arden. There are sides of her that he has yet to experience, and I hope he understands how lucky we are that she’s willing to give every single one to us.

Crouching down behind her, I press a kiss to her cheek, carefully freeing her wrists from the tape. “Stand up,” I order, helping her to her feet. He immediately takes her arms, checking them for signs of injury before ghosting his lips over the faint indentations from where she pulled at the restraint. Other than that, there are no visible marks.

“You’re not done sucking his dick, Hellcat,” I warn. “Both of you can get on the bed.” I move back toward the dresser as they follow directions, grabbing the next item I have for her. Returning to them, I notice Jacks is on his back, and she’s crawling between his knees, ready to take him into her mouth again. But before she gets a chance, I correct her with a firm slap to her ass. “Spin. Get that pussy on his face.”

“Fuck, yes,” he says on a relieved exhale, making me chuckle. I know he’s dying to get his mouth on her right now, but I have ulterior motives for needing her in this position.

Without hesitation, she hops to his side, turning and slinging a leg over his head. A quiet whimper escapes his lips as she hovers above his face, and he pulls her down, wasting no time pressing his tongue against her swollen center. I can’t tear my eyes away as he laps up the arousal that’s coating her cunt, licking and sucking her clean while she grinds onto his mouth. Clearly, the bondage is something we need to explore more of, because she’s absolutely soaked from it. Her breath hitches as she looks down, peeking between her legs and watching his tongue flick at her sensitive clit.

“Don’t keep him waiting,” I snap, regaining her attention. “Suck it.” She leans forward, bobbing and moaning along his length as he continues to eat her like a starving man. I gather her hair in my hands, holding it back so I can see better. She swallows him even further, fueled either by me watching her like she’s my favorite pornstar, or the way his hips buck up every time he hits the back of her throat. It doesn’t matter which—she’s got us both by the fucking balls, and I doubt she even knows it.

I enjoy the show until I can’t take it anymore, moving back toward her ass and pulling her cheeks apart until her puckered bud comes into view. Jacks takes one long lick from the back of her pussy to her clit, and once he latches on, I lean in, flattening my tongue against her back entrance. She stiffens at first but relaxes quickly when I flick the sensitive skin, a deep moan working its way up her chest and struggling to find an escape around the cock that’s filling her mouth.

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