Page 52 of The Truths We Seek

"The desk is too high." Hunter muses.

"From behind won't do, anyway." Are they discussing how they're going to fuck me?

"The loveseat won't do." Rory shakes his head at Hunter's words, and although they're both looking at me, their minds' eyes are all over this office.

"The carpet it is, then." They both say at the same time.

This whole situation is surreal, being discussed like they're trying to move furniture around a small space and not sure if it'll fit.

"I'm right here, you know?" I say, the corner of my lip rising in a small growl.

"Get the lube." Hunter calls out just as he squats to my level and buries his fingers in my hair.

"This might sting a little."

My logical brain tells me I should recoil, yet that's not what happens. In fact, I lean into Hunter, almost purring at the thought of him and Rory using my body to the brink of sanity just to bring me right back to reality.

"What's the use of an orgasm if you don't work for it?" I sass back but my gaze catches on Rory rummaging through the desk, who stops and raises a brow at me like my comment just gave him permission for all kinds of kinky shit.

Palming the side of my face, Hunter brings me in for a deep, soulful kiss. The kind that starts at my lips but travels like lightning down my spine and around to my clit.

I want to reach out and touch him, wrap my arms around his neck and devour every inch of his mouth, but that's not what they have in mind. My arms are still securely tied behind my back and even though I could probably manage to free myself, I don't want to disobey.

At least not yet.

As Hunter explores my mouth so thoroughly that I lose myself in the taste of him, his scent is all around me, intoxicating, like an age-old bourbon. My body is leaning in his direction, my balance teetering as I search for more of him. Almost more, always closer.

"Such an eager little slut, aren't you, baby?" I startle at the sound of Rory's voice right behind me, my mind too consumed by Hunter's mouth.

Both men lead me to the carpet and my first thought is that it's going to burn. If they fuck me on this rug, I'll have the marks to prove it.

I can't fucking wait to wear them proudly.

"Can you untie me?" I'm already anticipating them giving me the green light as I lean to the side and try to untangle myself from the sweater when the sharp sting of a large palm slams against the entrance of my pussy.

My yelp is both surprise and red-hot pain that spears through me.

"What the fu—" Rory is suddenly straddling my chest, one huge, rough palm pressing against my mouth and nose as he stares down at me with savage intensity.

"Who gave you permission to free yourself, Quinn?" Even if I could answer, I wouldn't. In fact, there is no acceptable answer and trying to justify my actions would only delay my orgasms and no one has time for that.

Shaking my head, my eyes pleading with him, I kick out my legs as the oxygen begins to run low in my lungs.

Hunter stands, getting the full view of me struggling against Rory as he plays his favorite game. The one where he's in control of my breath, of my very right to live.

I suppose there's a primal power in knowing his decision could end me. Or give me the gift of life. He's Satan and he's God all wrapped up into one beautiful, kinky package.

Once the fight leaves me and my legs go limp, I lose sight of Hunter as he kneels behind Rory and between my legs.

It doesn't take him long to push not one or two but I'm guessing three fingers inside my cunt as I fight for air, my lips crushed against Rory's palm as I try to heave in even a small increment of oxygen, but all I get for my effort is nothing.

No, not nothing. Hunter is fucking my pussy with his fingers, causing my heart to fight for every beat of its chambers, every pulse in my veins and arteries.

It's when my eyes roll to the back of my head that Rory takes his hand away and crashes his mouth to mine.

He doesn't just allow me to breathe, he's the giver of life, kissing me back to consciousness.

I'm drunk on his tongue ravaging my mouth and Hunter's fingers crooking just right until I'm bucking for a whole different reason.

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