Page 44 of Cruel Debts (Killers of Port Wylde #4)

THIRTY-NINE

HAWKE

I didn't plan to interrupt a solo session today. I certainly wouldn't have offered to help any of the guys finish themselves off. But Tee-Bird looked so helpless, so tempting, so deer-in-the-headlights, that I couldn't just walk away. I had to do something.

So I sat down and watched.

By the time she offered the five-second countdown, I was harder than concrete in my pants, eager and aching and so ready to fuck my own hand that it would have been impossible to keep it in my pants long enough to make it to my own room.

I probably would have whipped it out and started jerking myself off right in front of her, as a challenge.

And now here I was, about to put my fingers inside the girl that drove me absolutely batshit crazy on a daily basis.

"I'll bet you've thought about this," I growled at her, my hands trailing up the inside of her legs. She shivered prettily when they caressed her calves, and my grin widened. "Thought about me touching you, haven't you?"

"N-no," she whimpered, but it was a lie and we both knew it. She had tells. I was familiar with them.

"Liar."

My hands smoothed over the expanse of her inner thighs, and her legs fell even further open, teasing, tempting, inviting me in. She closed her eyes and lay back on the bed, her hands at her sides, surrender etched into every line of her body.

"Yes, I am. A big, fat liar." Her huff of annoyance was adorable. "I've thought about all of you."

All of us? So naughty. "All of us at once, or on our own?"

She squeezed her eyes tighter, groaning as my fingers teased the edges of her bare pussy. "Both."

"Both?" Surprise covered my features, morphing them into a state of shock. "Oh, you naughty girl, you. I bet Liam would faint if you told him that." My fingers prodded gently at her opening, and she pulled her hands away with a groan, her fingers coated in slick.

At the last second, my hand darted out and caught her by the wrist. I brought those wet, glistening fingers to my mouth and sucked them the fuck off.

Fuck, she tasted so damn good.

"Delicious," I moaned, my eyes rolling in the back of my head. "So fucking good."

"Don't tell Liam," she begged, tossing her head to the side as my fingertip dipped into her cunt, teasing, probing, just a taste of what I was going to give her. "Please."

There was an opportunity here, I just had to take it. And take it I would.

"Only if you beg for me," I snarled, needing her to surrender.

I couldn't give in to her; I had a reputation to uphold.

But if she surrendered to me, if she begged me, maybe I could convince myself I hadn't been slowly caving for her since the day she moved in with us.

"I want to hear that pretty mouth beg for this. For me."

"Hawke," she whined, her toes curling as I slipped another finger in next to the first, only up to the first knuckles. "Please, I need?—"

Her begging was so tame, so boring. I wanted the filthy side of her. I wanted to see how badly life had corrupted the girl I remembered all those years ago, who was just learning to push boundaries and test her own identity out.

"Come on, Tee-Bird. You can do better than that. Tell me what you want." My fingers slipped into her another inch, and I waggled them gently for emphasis. "Be a good girl and earn my silence."

Her whimper was absolutely divine. "H-hawke, please, I need you—I need your fingers inside me."

I let them slide in another half an inch, stilling them when she bucked her hips a little to try and draw them in further. "That's a good start, Trinity. Now try again. Think naughtier. I know you've learned some things in that hellhole you work in. Now show me what you picked up."

Her legs fell open further, and I stood now, between her knees, as I tugged my fingers out of her and yanked her to the end of the bed. Now that I had better access, I could get back on my knees and really have some fun. And the view would be better.

Her pussy dripped with arousal now, and it was all for me this time. All of this was mine. I just had to reach out and take it.

"Come on, Trinity, I can't hear you begging."

I placed my fingertips right atop her eager hole and waited, applying just enough pressure to drive her insane. And then I waited.

It didn't take long.

"Fuck, Hawke, please put your fingers in me and fuck me with them. I want you to get me off. I need you to get me off. I can't do it alone."

"Ahh, now that's music to my ears." And then, pleased with her surrender, I slid two fingers inside her, all the way to my last knuckle. "How's that, Tee-Bird?"

"So so good," she whimpered, arching her back up off the bed. "Oh, fuck, please?—"

"I got you, Trinity."

I slid one hand up under her ass, and as I angled her for my own amusement, I shoved my fingers in and out of her, fucking her with the same speed I'd give her with my cock, if she begged nice enough.

The view was amazing. Her cunt sucked me in, desperately clinging to me as I pulled those fingers back out, only to shove them back in again.

Fuck, she was so tight, and this was only my fingers. I shuddered to imagine how she'd grip my cock.

Because I definitely planned to fuck this girl lying on this bed, legs spread, my fingers up inside her cunt at warp speed. Oh, without a doubt.

On my own time, when I was damn good and ready.

"Hawke, oh, fuck, Hawke—" her breathing was rapid, and I could see the quiver in her lips as her eyes peeked open to watch me wreck her.

She couldn't see the action below, but as she tipped her head sideways and made eye contact with me, she smiled, and it was the single hottest thing I'd ever seen her do.

And I'd accidentally seen her masturbating in the shower with a fake cock suctioned to the wall when we were in school together.

"That's right, baby, ride that pleasure, hunt it down, and let loose."

"Fuck, Hawke," she moaned, her legs shaking around my arms now. "I'm so close. I need?—"

"Fuck this," I spat, yanking my fingers out of her with a quickness.

"What you need is to recognize how big of a favor I'm doing you here.

I want to know you understand that. That you appreciate what I'm doing for you.

" I needed more than just her passion. In order to get past the hatred I pretended to have for her, I needed her submission.

I needed her to roll over for me and surrender wholly.

I wanted her to feel the shame I felt every time I pumped my cock with my own hand and fantasized about her.

The confusion I felt when I remembered how much I hated her, but didn't hate her at all.

I wanted her reeling like I was, because I couldn't be the only one of us floating adrift in a sea of untameable emotions.

"Hawke," she whined, begged, pleaded, but I wasn't listening. I wanted her desperation at a fever pitch. I wanted her writhing, tears in the corner of her eyes as she worried I'd leave her hanging, too. I wanted the power that came with total domination of a broken girl.

And I hated myself for it all the same.

"Open your legs wider," I growled, "and hold yourself behind the knees, so I can see that pussy."

She was so quick to obey, I almost regretted the words, but they were out now, and I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Like this?" she whimpered, her legs spread and her pussy dripping, clenching on air as she stared up at me between her hiked-up legs.

"Just like that," I said with a grin. She looked so good like this—like a fuck toy just for me.

I wanted to plow into her, but there'd be time for that soon enough.

Now, I wanted to exercise this power over her, leave her so needy she'd hump the air in search of completion.

"Now, I want you to close your eyes, and keep them that way until I tell you to open them. "

She was so fast, it was almost stiffy-inducing. But that would have required me to not be already hard, and that ship sailed long ago.

"Promise you won't look."

Her voice was shaky, but loud and clear. "I-I promise."

"Good girl."

And then I took those two fingers I'd had in her, and shoved them right in without preamble.

I took my time fucking her tight hole, fingers gliding in, out, in, out, slow enough to keep her from coming, fast enough to have her breathing hard. She wanted this, wanted release, but I wasn't planning ot give it to her just yet. I wanted her to work for it.

And boy, she was doing such a good job of that already.

"Talk to me, Trinity," I rasped, my cock uncomfortably hard against the inside of my zipper. "Tell me what you feel."

"I feel—I—fuck, Hawke, I feel like a whore." Her breath hitched, and a tear formed at the corner of her eye. "I feel like your little fuck toy, like this, and I hate that I can't see you."

"I don't want to look at you while I do this," I snapped, eager to restore the balance that her honesty dislodged. "I want you to feel and hear and not see. You don't deserve to look at me while I finger fuck you yet."

"But I did what you asked," she whimpered, and fuck me if her broken little voice didn't take a piece of my heart with it.

"You did, and you're such a good girl for it," I told her, panting through the urge to slam my fingers into her faster, to drive her to orgasm so I could watch her fall apart. "But I need more from you."

"What? Tell me what, and I'll do it." Her head fell to the side, and she whined as I twisted my fingers and curled them against the spot that drove every woman mad with need.

"Oh, shit, Hawke," she groaned, her hips rising off the bed even though she had no leverage, and I grinned as she turned herself into a display of wanton abandon. "What was that?"

"That was your sweet spot, Tee-Bird," I said with a grin, "and if you're good for me, I'll keep touching it."

"Oh, yes, I'd like that," she panted, pulling her legs further apart, higher out of the way. "I'll be so good for you."

Music to my ears.

"I'm going to do something to you I guarantee no man has ever done before. Do you think you can handle it?"

She bit her lip and nodded, but the words never came.

"Come on, Tee-Bird, I need your words."

"I can handle it," she whispered, her voice like a weak trill against the sound of my shallow breaths and the silence of the room. "Please."

"Hold on, Trinity." I gripped her thigh with one hand, and with the other, I rammed those two fingers into her at warp speed, curled just enough to hit her G-spot as I slid in and out, the speed grueling and exhausting.

"Fuck—"

Her eyes shot open as I rammed into her over and over, and the poor girl's eyes filled with tears as I leaned over her and fucked her harder than she'd ever been fucked with a hand in her life, hitting her G-spot over and over with each thrust. In less than a minute, she was crying, whimpering, her whole body shaking as she rapidly approached the point of no return.

And then I let my other hand slide down to her clit, and punished it with tiny, fast circles that sent her over the edge.

"OhmigodHawke—aaaahhhhhhhh?—"

Her scream was like music to my ears as she dropped her hands, gripping the bedsheet as her orgasm slammed into her with the force of a freight train with no brakes. Her body shook uncontrollably, her hips bucking with my fingers still attached as she gasped for air and her pussy gushed?—

"That's right, baby, give in. Surrender."

"Oh, oh fuck, oh no, Hawke, what?—"

"That's called squirting, Tee-Bird. You ever have a man make you do that?"

Her answer was weak and timid as I slid my fingers out of her, wiping her arousal on my pants. "N-no. Not—I've never—not like that."

I turned my back on her, pleased that I'd done something to her she'd never forget in her lifetime. That I was here first, that I was the first one to make that happen for her, was a boost to my ego.

"Well, now you have." I crossed my arms, trying to decide whether to deal with this hard-on alone in my room, and leave her here desperate and wanting, or stay and watch her ride that high down.

I didn't get the choice, though. Two small hands crept around my hips and dove into my jeans with targeted precision.

Before I could blink, she had my cock in her hands, and her head rested against the left side of my hip, a slight grin on those lips as she tilted her face up to me, tear tracks still prominent on her cheeks.

"My turn?"