Page 43 of Hellbent
Jake turns my face to his, green eyes blazing. “You want that?”
No hesitation. “Yes.”
Damian’s breath hitches, and the shift in him is palpable. Controlled but charged like a wire ready to spark.
Jake groans. “Fuck, that makes me so hard.” He kisses my jaw.
Damian leans in again, his voice like gravel against my throat. “You want me to take my time with her?” he murmurs to Jake. “Learn all her little sounds? Make her whimper?”
Jake lets out a guttural sound of agreement. “Fuck yes, brother. I want to see exactly how she comes when it’s someone else’s cock inside her.”
I tremble, breathless, every nerve sparking to life between them.
Damian’s hand drops to his fly. He unzips slowly, his gaze locked on mine. When he pulls his cock free, thick and heavy in his palm, he strokes it once, then again. My hand finds him, eager fingers wrapping around hot, velvet skin, and he hisses through his teeth.
Jake’s lips are back on my neck, his hands roaming my body, stoking the fire higher.
Damian groans softly as I stroke him harder, my palm slick against his shaft.
Jake’s warmth disappears for a second. Behind me, I hear the rustle of clothing. A zipper. The sound of fabric falling to the floor. Then his voice, low and commanding behind me:
“Stay just like that, baby. Keep stroking his cock.”
My heart stutters. I obey.
Then I feel him—bare skin brushing mine, heat and muscle pressing in. His hands grip my hips as he guides himself against me, the thick head of his cock dragging over the slick heat between my thighs, teasing my entrance.
I gasp, hips tilting. My body tenses—then yields.
A broken sound escapes me as Jake sinks into me, stretching me open with an unrelenting push until he’s seated deep inside.
His breath shudders out. “Fuck. She feels so good.”
My rhythm falters on Damian for a moment, but he covers my hand with his, guiding me back.
Jake starts to move—deep, slow thrusts that knock the air from my lungs. My breathing goes short and high, every stroke winding me tighter. Jake’s grip on my hips is firm, grounding, while his rhythm builds, dragging me closer to the edge.
Then Damian’s mouth is on mine, swallowing the sounds Jake forces from me.
Jake groans, the sound guttural, moving faster, his grip tightening. And then suddenly, he pulls out, backing away, gasping.
Damian’s voice is low and dark. A command.
“Swallow him.”
Heat jolts through me. A thrill. A dare.
He turns me toward Jake, who stands naked before me, gripping his cock tight, mouth agape, gaze burning, and I sink to my knees, hands resting on my thighs, and tip my head back obediently.
Jake steps closer, cock flushed and beaded with pre-cum. He positions himself at my mouth and then I wrap my lips around him, flicking my tongue over the sensitive head before taking him deeper. Sucking him down until he hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck—“ His head drops back, a shudder racking through him, hips twitching forward as his hands tangle in my hair.
Behind me, Damian murmurs his approval. I drag my tongue down the thick vein at the base of Jake’s cock, then take him in deep again. He gives a low, agonized cry, hips jerking once—then cum floods my mouth, his cock pulsing as I swallow him down.
His hand tightens in my hair, holding me there as he gasps for air. I stay still, tasting him, feeling the tremor that runs through him, until he slowly pulls out.
And then it’s Damian’s turn.
