Page 75 of Hellbent
“Maybe.” I shrug, trying for cool, but my pulse is pounding in my ears.
I glance between them—Jake with his wicked mouth and those sly green eyes, Damian with his inked arms and quiet intensity. The bar pulses around us, but I’m locked in their gravity, heat threading between the three of us like an electric current.
We finish our drinks and Jake gets another round for him and I, and by the time I finish my second drink, I’m ready to dance. I take Damian’s hand, pulling him behind me as Jake laughs, and the crowd parts just enough for us to make our way to the floor, squeezing by college kids and the townies in their plaid shirts.
I’m just glad to move, to feel the music thumping through me. Damian’s hands find my hips, and he’s moving with me, body pressing into mine from behind. I sink against him, until we’re together, in sync, and then Jake steps in front of me, his hands grazing my arms, a wicked look in his eyes.
I close my eyes, letting my body sway between theirs, sandwiched between heat and want. Damian’s grip tightens, his breath teasing against my neck, while Jake’s hands find my waist. His lips brush my jaw, my cheek, before finally catching my mouth, and I melt into it, drinking in the way he kisses me like he owns me, even after insisting he doesn’t.
Behind me, Damian’s hands grow bolder, one sliding from my hip, skimming the waistband of my jeans, fingers teasing at the button. His mouth finds my neck, breath hot against my skin.
Heat pools between my legs. The press of their bodies, the deep thrum of the music, the anonymity of the dark, crowded room—it makes it easy to let go. I shift slightly, giving him the space he needs, and his fingers slip beneath the denim, tracing over the fabric of my panties.
Jake swallows my moan with his mouth as Damian pushes the lace aside, parting me with deliberate slowness. I whimper into Jake’s mouth as Damian slides a finger over my clit, making a molten heat spread out from my center. Jake’s grip tightens at my waist, his body moving against mine as if he can feel exactly what Damian’s doing, as if it’s unraveling him just as much as me. “That’s it, baby,” Jake murmurs, his voice thick.
Damian’s fingers work me open, circling my clit light and slick, dragging out the tension until my knees threaten to give out. Then he slips a finger inside—andfuck.
The music pounds around us, but all I can hear is my own ragged breathing, the low growl in Damian’s throat, the dark heat in Jake’s voice.
“You gonna come, Max?” Jake taunts against my lips, his hands tightening in my hair, tilting my head back so he can kiss me deeper. “Right here in front of everyone?”
My body tightens, heat spiraling, coiling deep in my core. Damian’s fingers move faster, and my nails dig into Jake’s shoulders as my orgasm builds, pressure mounting, unbearable.
And then it breaks.
A strangled moan escapes me, swallowed by Jake’s mouth as pleasure crashes over me in waves, my body shuddering between them. Damian’s fingers slow, drawing it out, his breath hot against my neck, while Jake kisses me through it, taking every little sound and tremor.
As the last aftershocks fade, both of them hold me steady, their bodies keeping me upright. Damian chuckles against my ear. “That’s our girl.”
Jake exhales a low, satisfied groan, the rumble of it vibrating against my chest. “That was so fucking hot.”
My heart is pounding, my body still buzzing, and I should probably feel embarrassed—exposed—but all I feel is them. Their hands, their heat, their absolute certainty that I am theirs.
I’m euphoric on their closeness, and filled with something dangerous and heady, something like love. All I want is to keep losing myself in them.
I lean into Jake, rising up to speak in his ear. “I need to return the favor.”
His response is instant. His fingers tighten at my waist, pulling me flush against him. “Oh, baby,” he murmurs, his voice rough with amusement. “You really are the gift that keeps on giving.”
Damian laughs at my back. “She just got off, and she’s already thinking of us. Fuck, I love that.”
He takes my hand, tugging me off the dance floor, Jake following close behind. “Let’s go outside.”
A thrill sparks through me as they lead me toward the back of the bar. A heavy metal door swings outward, revealing a wide alleyway. The night air is crisp, a relief after the heat of the dance floor. A few feet away, a single flickering light casts long shadows. Further down the alley, two older men smoke cigarettes, too lost in their own world to care about what’s happening in the dark.
Jake presses his back to the brick wall, eyes heavy-lidded and gleaming with hunger. He undoes his jeans, reaching in and pulling his cock—already thick and hard.
“C’mere, baby,” he murmurs. “Let me feel your hot, sweet mouth.”
Fuck.
I drop to my knees without hesitation. The pavement is cold and unforgiving beneath me, but I barely feel it. My pulse pounds as I wrap my fingers around him, stroking slow and teasing.
Jake groans, his head knocking back against the brick. “Jesus, Max.”
Beside him, Damian pulls himself free, stroking as he watches me. “Mmm,” he murmurs. “We’re gonna give you two big loads of cum, princess. You sure that’s not more than you can handle?”
“Uh-uh.”
