Page 50 of The Truths We Seek

Without taking his eyes off me, Hunter brings one hand to the buttons of his jeans and pops them open, one by one.

Behind me, Rory is licking a path from my collar bone to the base of my ear before pinching the flesh between his teeth.

"Look at his dick, Quinn." My eyes drop to where Hunter is spreading the lapels of his jeans and pulls out his cock. Commando, of course. That's just how he rolls.

I barely have time to lick my lips before Rory's palm connects with my neck and his fingers instantly press on my pressure points. This position gives him complete access to my neck but his only interest at this moment is to get me nice and wet without even needing to touch me in all the places I want him to destroy me.

"I bet you can already taste him in your mouth, can't you? Do you want to gag on it, Quinn? Maybe see your life pass before your eyes as you wonder if he's going to choke you out of your last breath?" Rory's words would be concerning if I didn’t know him… this is foreplay.

And how fucked up is that?

I don't bother answering him. All of his questions are rhetorical, a means to get me worked up for them.

Rory slides one hand down my front, tweaking a nipple as he goes. Curling his fingers around the hem of my sweater, he pulls it up and over my head but doesn't take it all the way off. Instead, he stops the fabric mid-way down my arms, trapping them as he twists the sweater in his fist and tightens his hold on me.

My chest is heaving, my nipples poking through my bra as he slides the hand on my neck down my sternum until he reaches the thin, lace material. With rough jerks, he pulls the cups down and exposes my tits to Hunter, who darts his tongue out to lick his bottom lip as though he can taste me.

My gaze drops to his hand again as it squeezes his dick, stroking himself long and slow.

"I think he likes what he sees, baby. But I think he needs the whole picture, don't you?" That same hand glides down my stomach right to the button on my jeans, which he pops open without a hint of resistance. The zipper is next, cool air lowering my body temperature enough to give me time to breathe.

It's so fucking hot in here, that can't be normal.

Rory twists my sweater tighter as he pulls down, forcing my chest out more and my head back, bringing my ear to his mouth.

"If I put my fingers in your cunt, how wet will they be?"

This time I do answer.

"Very."

"Good girl."

Using my sweater as bindings, Rory does quick work of tying the sleeves around my wrists like he's been doing this his entire life. Maybe he has. Once I'm tied up to his satisfaction, he slams his palms against my hips and hooks his thumbs in my jeans, pulling them off right along with my undies.

That's all it takes for me to be completely naked for them. Oddly enough, he doesn't take my bra off, just leaves my tits out on display, but I don't question any of it because my mind is too focused on Hunter and the way he's pulling out his balls as he pushes his jeans further down his thighs. My God, he's fucking delicious. Intense. Mine.

I'm ripped out of my musings when Rory pushes me to the office floor, keeping one hand on the top of my head before tunneling his fingers into my hair and pulling my head back.

Standing to my side, he smiles down at me and whispers, "Open." It's then I realize he's got his own dick out and I'm about to get the Rory face fucking I love so much.

My mouth drops open, my eyes never veering from the intensity of his state as he pushes his dick between my lips and grins. It's not a loving grin, it's everything primal and depraved, like he knows a secret and will only tell me once I can't refuse.

"Remember, baby, this is you giving us the benefits of being on your side. Time to earn your alliances." I don't have time to register his words before his cock is pushed into my mouth all the way down until my nose bumps his groin and the head nudges, then invades, the back of my throat.

I gag, earning a long, sinful, groan from Rory. My eyes instantly water and saliva starts dripping at the corners of my mouth.

The Rory face fuck is almost cruel in its intensity but I can't get enough of it.

"Look at those tears, Hunter. She's crying for us." Then he pulls out just an inch, allowing me to breathe easier, but not long enough to get a good gasp in before he's gagging me again.

Tsking, Rory, tightens his grip on my hair to the point of delicious pain. "Breathing is for the weak, baby. You gag and you fight for your life. I decide when you get to breathe." My eyes widen as I try to keep my lungs filled with air, letting out as little as possible through my nose but getting more and more desperate. Stars are flashing at the corners of my eyes as he pulls me back an inch more and palms my neck, no doubt feeling his cock down my throat.

"You look so pretty with my dick choking the life out of you." I blink, my tears running into my ears and my saliva only making his deep, slow thrusts easier for him.

My vision starts to blur and his face, cruel and loving all at the same time, disappears with every slow blink I take.

Just when I feel my entire being on the brink of giving out, he pulls out and orders, "Breathe."

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