Page 39 of Steal Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 1)
“Yes …” I moan as he presses a kiss to my lips and moves so fast that it makes me almost dizzy. I gasp as he grips my hair positioning me so that I’m right in front of him. This primal position has me moaning in need as Blaine lays in front of me with a cocky smile, his hand wrapped around his impressive length.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sloane,” Royce murmures kissing up my spine.
“I’ve got to start moving though, princess. Or else I’m going to lose it, you’re so goddamn tight.”
“I wonder how her mouth feels …” Blaine winks at me.
“Why don’t you find out …” I tease and it’s all the encouragement he needs to kneel in front of me and grasp my jaw with gentle but commanding fingers, pressing his hard length right against my lips. My tongue darts out and he curses before sliding into my mouth as Royce sinks back into me. I feel a shiver break out across my skin right before they both snap.
I do mean snap. I never imagined what it would be like to be between two men like this. Well, that’s not completely true, I just never let myself fully imagine it. This though? This kind of stimulation and the feel of Royce now pounding animalistically into me from behind, while his brother uses my mouth is fucking amazing. I look up at Blaine as my eyes water, his eyes nearly glowing in intensity as his grip on my hair grows tighter. I gasp around him as Royce continues to impale me, his width and length making me feel like my eyes are going to roll up inside of my head.
“I’ve been wanting to fuck this little mouth since the day I first saw you,” Blaine snarls and I can see how my tears and the way I slightly gag on him fascinate him and turn him on. I shouldn’t trust either of them as much as I do, but damn if it isn’t completely liberating to give my body over to them. I cry out around Blaine as Royce’s hands leave my hair and grip my hips, pounding into me with wild abandon and causing white hot pleasure to soar through my system.
I don’t think it could get more intense, but then Blaine thrusts his cock inside of my throat, holding still and I gasp for air but keep our gazes locked. He finally pulls back and oxygen floods my system making me feel euphoric. Royce slams into me and a climax blasts through me, leaving me almost boneless.
“God you’re fucking stunning when you come,” Blaine hisses as his pace quickens. I have no idea how I know this, maybe instinct, but I can feel that Blaine’s tastes in bed are a bit darker than his brother’s.
I squeak as he buries himself into my mouth one last time and empties himself down my throat, pulling out as I swallow him down. Royce immediately pulls me back and flips me so that he’s over me, his massive body all-encompassing as I meet those deep green eyes glowing, flashing with heat. He growls as I cling to him and my legs shake from the pleasure pulsating through me. My eyes flutter closed but Royce’s voice has them opening for me.
“Sloane,” he demands.“I want you to look at me while I come inside you.”
“Royce …” I whisper, because holy shit those words have me nearly tipping over the edge. What really gets to me though? The honest vulnerability and affection on his face. I think Royce was being honest about how he feels about me. I think he really fucking cares.
“Shit …” He groans and I squeak as he goes impossibly harder.
I cry out his name as he slams into me fully and his teeth bite down on my neck, breaking skin as I gasp for air and my head spins. My body goes completely limp as I rest under the weight of his body. Another set of rough fingers has me looking up into Blaine’s intense gaze. How the hell did I land myself with two Roman gods in my bed?
“Guys ...” I mumble but Royce simply moves off me and lifts me. I curl into his chest as the two of them walk toward a massive bathroom.
I have to give it up to whoever designed this place because it’s stunning. No, really, the bathroom is massive: containing high wooden ceilings and expensive gold counters. It’s like a super wealthy lumberjack’s home. If that makes sense. In the center of the room is a massive tub, that Blaine has already filled up and it’s like a freakin’ hot tub size. It could easily fit the five of us, just saying. I squeal with excitement as Royce lowers me down into it and I sighed contently.
“I love you …” I moan.
Blaine chuckles as Royce makes a strangled sound. I look up at where they’re standing near me and offer him a narrowed eyed gaze.
“The tub, Royce. I love the tub.”
His ears turn pink and he opens his mouth to speak but I’m lying back with my head dipping into the water as I relax between the two of them. I finally look up at them as Blaine pulls me against him so I’m wedged between the two of them comfortably, my center heating up despite my body being exhausted. It’s just the effect they have on me.
“So, I am possibly the worst at taking a break.”
“Good,” Blaine mumbles.
“It was a bad idea for you to even try.” Royce concedes.
I inhale and let out a tired exhale. “What the hell am I doing?”
“You’re staying safe.” Blaine presses his lips against my forehead. “We can figure out the rest after we get to the safe house and aren’t in danger of that FBI agent finding us. And of your ex learning your whereabouts.”
Guilt rides me hard because I really need to tell them about Pierce. Especially before they tell me about why they’re robbing banks. It seems like an even exchange of sorts. Right?
“Did you know I’ve been hiding from him for six months?” I whisper softly.
Both of them still and I let my words flow out a bit more, trusting that I can at least tell them this. I begin explaining to them about how I first met Pierce, excluding his name, and how he seemed perfect. Too perfect, even. How despite the distant relationship my parents and I maintained, I was proud that they approved of him. How happy I was that for once I was like my sister and had their approval. I can feel both of them stiffen and make sounds of frustration as I explain how I fell into a dangerous and toxic cycle that women have fallen into before and still will after me with a man they love. Or think they love. I’m starting to realize that it wasn’t love at all, but the opposite. I tell them about how he distanced me from my family, my friends. How he constantly put me down. How he compared me to others. How he would go into jealous rages and once broke something in our living room just because I wanted to wear a dress out. Only for him to tell me that I looked bad in it, and that’s why he didn’t approve of it. I find myself spilling out the pain and I don’t even realize that tears are tracking down my face until I’m on Blaine’s lap, his cock unapologetically hard underneath me, as Royce clasps my jaw gently.
“So after the night that he … hit me …” I whisper mumble as Royce lets out a low, dangerous growl. “I ran. I thought I was safe. But … I wasn’t. In a way, I’m really glad you showed up at the bank that day because I have no idea what would have happened if—”
“If the agent had taken you back to him?” Blaine fills in.
