Page 76 of Hellbent
I shake my head, then I open my mouth and let Jake’s cock slide over my lips, running my tongue down the underside and taking him in deep. His breath hisses between his teeth, his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me down.
“God, that feels good,” he groans, his voice strained. “Fuck, that mouth—“
I reach for Damian, wrapping my fingers around his length, feeling the heavy, solid weight of him. He inhales sharply, pumping lightly into my hand as I stroke him.
“Oh, Max,” he mutters. “I’m so fucking hard for you.”
I switch, pulling off Jake with a wet pop, saliva connecting my lips to his cock as I turn to Damian. I drag my tongue along the underside of his length before taking him into my mouth, my other hand still working Jake in slow, teasing strokes.
“Fucking hell,” Damian groans, his hand tightening in my hair.
Jake watches, his fingers flexing against my scalp. “Look at you,”he murmurs, voice dark with satisfaction. “Taking two cocks. That’s so fucking hot, baby.”
His words send a shiver through me, my pulse spiking. I moan around Damian, and he groans, his hips jerking forward.
Jake curses. “Shit, D. She’s gonna make me come just watching.”
I switch back, licking the tip of Jake’s cock before taking him deep again, my hands alternating between them, stroking and teasing. The alley is filled with their low curses, their ragged breathing, the obscene sounds of my mouth working them both.
Jake’s thighs tense beneath my hands, his breath hitching every time I take him deeper. I can feel him start to lose control—the way his hips twitch, the way his cock pulses against my tongue, the way his breathing has turned guttural and strained. I glance up and catch his gaze, his eyes wild and dazed, like he’s barely hanging on.
A desperate heat coils low in my stomach, a needy sound slipping from my throat. Jake groans as the vibration rolls through him. “Fuck, Max. Fuck. I’m gonna come.”
His breath stutters, and a second later, he curses, stiffening as he spills down my throat, his fingers tightening in my hair as he groans my name. I take it all, swallowing, licking him clean before turning back to Damian.
Damian grits his teeth, his hips flexing into my touch. “God, you look so good with cum on your lips.”
Then he’s gone, groaning my name as I take him deep into my mouth, pulling my lips tight along his shaft until he shudders and cries out, his cock pulsing as he floods my mouth. I swallow him down too, but have to wipe my lips, my chest heaving.
Jake pulls me up with a lazy grin, his lips brushing mine in a slow, filthy kiss. “You are fucking dangerous,” he murmurs.
Damian tucks himself back into his jeans, shaking his head, his breath still coming hard. “Holy fuck, Finch, you’re incredible.”
I just smile, licking my lips, still tasting them both.
“C’mon,” Jake says, kissing me lightly. “Let’s get back inside before those guys try to get their turn.”
My head whips toward the two men down the alley. They raise their hands, cigarettes burning orange in the dark, and wave, grinning.
“Oh shit,” I hiss as Jake and Damian erupt into laughter.
“You made their fucking night,” Jake says. “C’mon.”
We slip back through the door, the warmth of the bar washing over me, but I barely register it—my body still humming, my knees weak, my pulse erratic.
Inside, the bass pounds through my chest, but I feel untethered, floating. Jake presses a kiss to my temple before heading toward the bar, Damian right behind him. I linger for a moment, smoothing my hair, still feeling the ghost of their hands on my skin.
And then, a prickle at the back of my neck.
That creeping awareness of being watched.
I turn, half expecting to see one of the men from the alley. But it’s someone else. Someone unfamiliar. A man stands near my left shoulder, older—mid-forties, maybe. His gaze lingers, his head tilting just slightly, studying me with an unreadable expression.
“Having a good night?”
His voice is casual, but something about it makes my stomach tighten.
I force a tight smile, lips barely curving. “Yeah.”
