Page 75 of Unmasking Mayhem
I close my eyes as I wait for Whitney to come out of her room, mouthing a silent prayer for everything to return to how it was between us before all the bad shit got in our way.
Something brushes across my face, making my nose twitch and my lids flutter, and making me feel like I have to sneeze. My tired eyes open to a blurry sight of Whitney in tiny black panties straddling my lap. Confusion hits hard, and as I go to lift my head to look around, she pushes on my chest and dips her head, her lips crashing down on mine. Of course my hand goes to the back of her neck, and I pull her closer, deepening the kiss as she grinds on my lap, my dick already hard.
"Whitney," I mumble in between breaths as my lips leave hers briefly.
"Shh, it's okay," she assures, slipping her hand up my shirt and dragging her nails down the center of my chest, making me shiver.
Her lips move to my neck, where she licks, sucks, and bites while her ass bounces up and down on my lap. I grab her hips and hold her in place while rocking her back and forth, my toes curling in my socks. Looking over her shoulder, I spot Hawk watching, rubbing his dick over his pants. He grins, his eyes glazed over, anxious for more.
"Let's go to your room," I suggest, cupping her ass and kneading it like dough.
Before she can say anything, I stand up with her in my arms, following Hawk to the room as he undresses on the way. I lie Whitney on the bed and sweep my eyes over her body as I take my clothes off, my gaze landing on her tits, my mouth watering. Both of us stand before her, naked, drooling over how fucking perfect she is.
"Well, what are you fucking waiting for?" She asks, patting both spots on the bed beside her.
We jump on anxiously, and I lie on my back, pulling her back on top of me as Hawk takes his place behind her. I grab her thighs and pull her toward my mouth, growling the moment her pussy hits my lips and diving right in. Each lick of my tongue makes her squirm. Each flick of her clit makes her eyes shutter. When my tongue slides inside of her and my teeth graze her sensitive skin, she moans, throwing her head back against Hawk's chest. He tightens his grip around her waist, and I can feel his need echoing through her body as even more shivers run down her spine.
"God, you're amazing," he muses, his breath hot against her ear, mixing with the intoxicating scent of her skin.
Whitney writhes, pushing back against Hawk while grinding her hips against my mouth, and I can't help but groan, the vibrations making her buck even harder.
"Damn, feel that?" Hawk whispers, urging her on. "She loves it."
I lift my head from between her thighs momentarily, making eye contact with Hawk, the unspoken agreement flashing between us—this is no ordinary moment. This is raw, primal, the culmination of chaos and affection, desperation and healing. Whitney embodies them all, and I want to unleash everything we’ve stored inside us for her.
“More,” she breathes, her voice dripping with need. “Don’t stop.”
Only the sound of hurried breaths fills the room as I delve deeper, tracing patterns with my tongue, while Hawk’s hands wander to her breasts—teasing, pinching—each pull bringing her closer to the edge. Her body surrenders to pleasure, arching and crashing like waves, and everything outside this room feels far away, like a distant nightmare. Suddenly, she cries out, a visceral sound that echoes in the confined space.
"Oh my God, yes!" The frantic rhythm of her hips betrays her surrender to the pleasure washing over her.
I can feel the pulse of her heartbeat against my mouth, the way her body begins to coil. Hawk nips at her shoulder, his lips brushing her neck, whispering sweet nothings that only fuel the fire burning within her. It’s intoxicating. My tongue swirls around her clit, coaxing every last moan from her. I lose myself in the taste of her, in the heat of the moment, the sound of her pleasure ringing in my ears drowning out everything else.
“Let go, baby,” Hawk encourages softly, his voice calm amidst the storm. “Just let it happen.”
The tension within her peaks, and I can feel it in the way she clenches around me, her body tightening like a vise as atorrent of pleasure breaks free. Her body quivers—a symphony of gasps and moans leading to that euphoric crescendo. I step up the pace, my tongue working harder while I hold her steady, delivering her to that edge of sweet release.
“Oh! Oh God!” Whitney's cries tumble from her lips, each one a tipping point as she spirals into bliss.
I keep going, refusing to stop until I feel her body writhe violently against me, the world closing in around us and the intensity of the moment crashing over all three of us like a tidal wave. She collapses against me, breathless and spent, her body trembling as she clings to my shoulders for stability, while Hawk continues to kiss her neck, whispering reassurances that everything will be okay—the storm is behind us and calmer days lie ahead.
“Shit,” I breathe out, still swirling my tongue as if savoring the aftertaste of her release.
Placing one last teasing kiss on her pussy, I pull away to glance at Hawk, daring him to join in on this high, all of us entangled in a web we’ve intricately woven through our shared pain and past history.
“Your turn, Hawk,” Whitney breathes, her voice a sultry whisper filled with satisfaction. “Show me how much you want me.”
Hawk doesn’t need another word. He lowers himself down, brushing his lips along her thighs, taking his time as he breathes her in deeply, showing reverence for the moment. I observe, consumed by a mix of desire and adoration, watching him devour her the way a starved man craves nourishment. He eats her pussy until she comes again, panting and crying that she can't take anymore while also begging us not to stop in the same breath. Back on my lap, I slap the tip of my cock against her swollen, soaked pussy lips, her breathing heavier and heavier,especially when she feels Hawk behind her, his cock poking at her ass.
I slide into her first, my eyes rolling back as her pussy squeezes my cock, trying not to lose control. She eases up and down a couple times, taking me as deep as she can with her back straight and her head tilted back. Hawk quickly strokes his dick, spitting into his hand to lube it. Kneeling on the bed behind her, he pushes on her shoulder blades so she's flush against my chest, her ass spreading open. He lowers himself and pushes into her slowly, a long, deep moan slipping from her lips and echoing in the room. As Hawk sinks into her, the sound of our bodies colliding reverberates through the room, a rhythm steeped in urgency and longing. I can feel the weight of the moment pressing down on us, the heat of our shared desire radiating like a beacon of light through the darkness that had haunted all three of us.
“God, you feel so good,” I murmur against her ear, my hands gripping her hips as we both find our pace, each thrust deepening the connection between us, tethering us closer together. It becomes a dance of ecstasy—Hawk and I moving in sync, our bodies communicating an unbreakable bond, one that has thrived despite the wounds we carry.
“More… please,” Whitney gasps, arching her back, urging us on as if we were somehow the remedy to the scars left by her past.
I can feel her vulnerability mingling with her desire, though each thrust also feels like a declaration of power, a reclamation of what was taken from her. Hawk leans forward, wrapping his arms around her, his chest pressing against her back.
“I’ve got you, babe,” he whispers, his voice low, filled with a mix of lust and adoration.
