Page 42 of Resurrection
Cole
Aly cries so beautifully as she withstands the battering Jax is giving her. I can see them, slightly, from the corner of my eye, but I don’t dare go against her rules. I might have been a brat in a former life, but never with her. Not with Aly.
Without my vision or ability to touch her, my sense of hearing heightens to new levels. Her pants and groans become palpable. The carpet groans as she digs her fingers into the dense fibers, holding on for dear life as the sounds of flesh-on-flesh echo throughout the room. The heavy slaps of Jax’s hips pounding against her delicious ass sear into my brain, the vision of them fucking lighting up my imagination. I can even hear the slippery pull of Jax’s cock sliding in and out of her drenched pussy.
“That’s right, baby...press that beautiful ass back into me.”Jax groans. In my periphery, I see him push her shoulders down flat on the floor, her back arching beautifully as her ass rises to meet his thrusts.
It's blissful torture.
Beautiful rapture as I force my stare to remain on Hawk. Poor guy. He had no idea. The tendons in his neck strain against his skin, and his breaths shudder out of him in short detached pants. He’s barely holding on.
Even though I’m not showing it as openly, I’m not doing that much better.
My cock is hard as steel as it leaks streams of precum to the floor, lust-heavy with what I can’t wait to give to our perfect woman. I’ve donned the submissive hat before, but never has it been this satisfying. Never has it made me ache and quiver, longing for the slightest touch or acknowledgement.
Jax’s grunts quicken, and Aly’s moans turn a pitch higher at the change in rhythm. Regardless of how tempted I am to look at her getting destroyed by my best friend, I don’t need my eyes for this; the higher tone tells me all I need to know: she’s about to fall into that wonderful abyss.
“Fuck yes, Jax! Just like that! Don’t stop!”
“Fuuuuuck...,”Hawk grinds out through his teeth. I focus on his stare and notice something else within the depths of his gaze. Something new. Something very... very intriguing. His fingers clench and unclench at his sides. The droplets falling from his own shaft amassenough to create his own puddle on the carpet. We’re both on the edge of madness, but we both know the rules.
No touching ourselves.
No touching Aly.
No looking.
Only wait... and wait... until it’sourturn.
Hawk’s eyes go wide, looking from mine to my cock and back again. His fingers twitch, throat bobbing as he does it again.
Ishe?
My eyebrows furrow as I try to decipher his manic expression beyond that of Aly’s edging, but then I suddenly understand. Technically, it wouldn’t be breaking the rules. In fact, it’s well within the set guidelines she provided. And, who knows? Maybe Aly’s diabolical plan might have meant to culminate to this very point.
We’ve been dancing around this for months now, never knowing where the boundaries between us end. Or when they’re meant to bend and break. I know his hard limits, but this definitely isn’t one of them. Clearly stated as a soft limit, it leaves potential opportunity wide open for a time such as this. Hawk also knows where I stand when it comes to my sexuality, and my openness to explore if he wants to test those waters. But he needs to make the first move. I opened the door. It’s up to him to walk through it. I might be mistaken, but from what I’mseeing, it looks like he’s about to take a step over the threshold.
I draw my shoulders back and, with the slightest, almost imperceptible nod, press my hips forward.
The movement is tiny, it could have simply been an eager thrust culminating from Aly and Jax’s torture, but he gasps, almost as if he knows better. Knows me well enough to see my recognition at his invitation... and my consent.
Myeagerconsent.
My pulse skyrockets. His own visibly pounds in his neck as he licks his lips, his breath sawing in and out of him in anticipation.
“FUUUCK, THIS PUSSY, BABY. SO FUCKING GOOD...,” Jax moans. But it’s Aly’s responding, “OH GOD, YES!” that has us reaching for each other’s dicks at the same time.
A woosh of air knocks from my lungs as his long fingers wrap around my length—the perfect size to surround me fully. “Oh shit... Fuck,” I gasp.
“Holy mother of... Goddamn it!” Hawk growls through his teeth, thrusting into my fist as I do the same to his. It’s a battle as we wrap our free hands around one another’s shoulders, holding each other upright. I’m so close, and if the pulsing of Hawk’s cock is any indication, he’s got about thirty seconds before he explodes.
We pull back, our faces only inches away from one another, and gaze into each other’s eyes, making surewe’re still good. That this doesn’t change things between us. That it never will. His breath fans against my face, causing my own to stutter in absolute desire and want and need, my cock, jumping within his grip as we continue pumping into one another’s. Together, we nod in mutual reassurance, but I see somethingelsereturn in Hawk’s stare. Something smoldering deep within those irises.
Barely contained.
Wild and free.
And then...
