Page 45 of Cruel Debts (Killers of Port Wylde #4)

FORTY

TRINITY

I'd never done that in my fucking life. No man had ever managed to make me come so hard. I was still shaking, actually. But I was determined to give Hawke the same attention he'd given me, even if he had been a dick about it.

Which is how we ended up in the living room, on the couch, with his dick in my mouth and my hands on my pussy, naked as the day we were both born, damn near creating a whole ass porno, when Liam and Asher both walked in, their eyes wider than a dinner plate.

"Shit," Asher muttered, brows in his hairline. "That looks fun."

"You had a turn already," Hawke groaned, fucking my face like I was nothing more than his sex toy. "Wait your turn, unless you're here to lick my balls while she swallows my load."

That sounded so hot, I found myself chasing the edge of another orgasm. Sure, it wasn't as intense as the last one, but that was just fine by me. I didn't need to lose my damn mind every time I came.

Hawke mistook my eager moan for need. "You want my load down your throat, Trinity? You like to swallow cum like a good little whore?"

Liam rolled his eyes as I nodded and moaned, his gaze anywhere but on me. "You all are fucking idiots. I can't deal with this right now." And then he was back out the door he just came through, likely in search of the gym, and a punching bag to beat on.

I pulled off of Hawke's dick long enough to look at Asher and beg. "Join us?"

Hawke's hand fisted in my hair, yanking my attention back to him. "Who said you could call the shots around here?"

"Hey," Asher growled, "maybe lay off the girl a little. Be gentle." He looked like he was struggling really hard to keep from strangling his friend.

"She likes it when I'm rough, don't you, Trinity?" His gaze bored into my skull as he waited for confirmation. "Tell Asher you're fine."

"I'm fine, Asher," I moaned, my fingers still hovering on my clit. "Like it this way."

"You like him being rough with you?" His eyes were soft, gentle, but curious. "What about me?"

"You like to watch," I panted, eyeing the cock Hawke was busy stroking as he waited patiently for us to stop talking. "He likes to dominate."

"Yeah, and Liam likes to run away. Now, if we're done talking about kinks, can we maybe get back to what we were doing before you guys interrupted a beautiful thing?"

Just as he moved to shove his dick back in my mouth, I closed my lips, watching him carefully. "I want Asher to join." I wasn't backing down on this. The way he was looking at me had me wondering what it would be like to fuck them both, and if I didn't start taking what I wanted, I'd never get it.

"Does he have to?" Hawke looked put out.

"Yes."

His eyes rolled. "Fine. But I'm still first in line to fuck you. He already has. This time, he can eat my sloppy seconds."

Asher wasted no time in bending over the couch as Hawke repositioned us, sliding me on top of his lap with a grin. "You're gonna ride me, Tee Bird, and if you wanna suck his dick over the back of the couch, you go right on ahead. But this pussy is mine."

"I want her ass."

The words he didn't say hung in the air, along with the anxiety his admission brought.

While you're inside her.

"You think she can handle two dicks at once?" Hawke sounded like he doubted I would survive the ordeal.

I wasn't some weak ass bitch. "Do you have lube?"

His brows lifted as he regarded me with awe. "Oooh, now the whore comes out. Asher, go get your lube, buddy. I guess you and I are going to get to know each other really well today."

On the couch. That we all sat on every day.

I would never look at it the same way again.

I toyed with my clit and slid my slickness against Hawke's hard shaft as he and Asher worked out the logistics and whatnot without me.

I didn't need to be present for that part of the conversation.

For all I cared, they could toss and fold me like a pretzel, as long as they delivered on the promise to both fuck me at once.

I'd heard of double penetration, and even watched some girls take two dicks at once at the club, but I'd never imagined trying it, let alone with these two.

This was the stuff dreams were made of.

"I'll lie on my back, and you can line up behind her while she rides me, I figure," Hawke mused, eyeing the couch for the most comfortable spot. "You're tall though, so you're gonna have to get down on your knees?—"

"This isn't my first rodeo, you failed abortion on legs," Asher snarled, his hands smoothing over my shoulders as he slid in behind me. I wasn't sure where his clothes went, but they weren't on his body anymore, and that worked out just fine for me.

His hand landed on the small of my back and slid up halfway, stilling between my shoulder blades. "You sure about this, Pretty Bird?"

I shivered at the touch on my spine, and then whined as Hawke slid in without waiting for an answer. Fuck, he was big. So damn big, I wasn't sure where the hell Asher's dick was going to fit.

"I think so," I whimpered, suddenly rethinking my life decisions. "I've never done—well, you know?—"

"I think she's trying to say you get to be the first man to take her ass," Hawke blurted out. "What an honor."

"Trinity?" Asher sounded less enthused now, and I needed to keep him on board. So I lied.

Big mistake.

"I've done anal before," I panted out, the lie rolling easily off my tongue. "I'm not that fucking innocent, Hawke."

"Liar."

Damn him. How could he tell?

"We'll have to go slow, Pretty Bird," Asher murmured behind me, the sound of a lid popping off a bottle echoing behind his words. "I won't have time to prep you properly."

"Aw, Asher, you act like she's gotta be stretched and sized for you. Your dick isn't that big."

"Fuck off, you prick," Asher snarled, snapping his hand out over my shoulder to whack Hawke on the head.

The two of them were about to come to blows overtop me, while Hawke was inside me, and that would suck.

"Um, guys, not to spoil the mood, but are we going to fuck, or…?"

A cold drop of lube hit my asshole as Asher pulled my cheeks apart to bare me to his gaze, and I shuddered at the sensation on such a virgin hole. "Shit, that's cold."

"Be still," Asher commanded, just as Hawke rolled his hips beneath me. "Dammit, Hawke, you, too."

"I don't take orders from you, asshole," Hawke said again, fucking up into me with more force this time. "If I wanna fuck Trinity, I'll fuck Trinity. You're the intruder here."

Asher's hand on my spine stilled me and Hawke, and then with a whispered 'relax,' he slid the tip of his lubed-up finger in my tight hole.

"Shit," I whispered through gritted teeth, trying desperately to remember how to relax. "That's so tight."

"Yeah, it is," Asher agreed, his voice raspy. "I dunno if you're gonna be able to take me there."

"I want to try." Whatever the fuck was in this double penetration shit, it made girls crazy at the club. I wanted to try it at least once. "Please, Asher, can we try?"

I wasn't sure what the hell had possessed me that I was begging these men now, but here we were. Hawke had destroyed me, turned me into his toy, and then made me see literal stars. And now, Asher and Hawke together were about to destroy me, and I was honestly okay with that.

"How's that feel, Pretty Bird?" Asher's voice was close, his nose against the back of my head as he leaned over me and worked his finger in a little more. "Still okay?"

"Mmm-hmm," I whimpered, afraid to open my mouth for fear I'd say something wrong.

"I'm gonna give you a little more, okay?"

Apparently, my nod was enough confirmation because his thumb slipped in a little further, waggling along the way, and suddenly, the burn had changed, becoming more of a tingling pressure, less of a sting.

"She looks like she's enjoying it now," Hawke muttered, watching my face as my eyes drifted closed and I bit my bottom lip. "Give her more."

"Be patient." His growl was a warning, a threat, and it had my pussy clenching down on Hawke's dick as I moaned in the back of my throat. Still, even though he chastised Hawke, he let his thumb slide all the way in, seated to the end for just a moment before he slid it back out. And then in again.

Hoooo boy, that feels different.

"Oh, yeah, she likes it when you use that filthy hole of hers," Hawke groaned, his cock twitching inside me. "Shit, man, she's choking my dick right off."

"I'll choke you if you don't shut up," Asher snarled, and then his finger moved out, only to be replaced by two different ones.

The burn returned, but only for a second, and then it was pure pleasure as he stroked me while Hawke rocked in and out, the two of them setting a tempo that had me wishing they'd speed up so I could come already.

"So slow," I whined, desperate for more. "Please, Hawke, Asher, I?—"

"Okay, but remember to breathe."

His fingers disappeared, and then the head of his dick was against the puckered ring of my asshole, and I wasn't so cocky anymore. I bit my tongue to keep from backing out, and as the head of his dick pressed into me, only a strangled whimper slipped out.

"Shiiiiit," Hawke groaned as Asher's cock pressed his quarters even tighter. "You're not my type, Asher, but I can feel you up against me in there."

"Shut up, Hawke," He growled in response, taking a deep breath. "Trinity, breathe for me. Relax."

"I'm trying," I admitted, gasping for air as he slid another inch inside me. "Oh, shit, I-I?—"

"Hawke, distract her."

There was suddenly a finger attached to the front of my clit, and with a quick swipe or two, he had me successfully diverted, paying no more attention to the burning sting in my backside than I would an annoying fly on my skin.

"Fuck, that's so good," I panted, struggling to breathe through my nose and out my mouth. "Asher, how much?—"

Another inch, and then two, and then I could feel his hips against my ass, and holy shit, it was a feeling .

I'd never felt so full in my entire life.

"She feels so damn good like this," Asher muttered into my hair, groaning as I felt all my hole clenching on anything they could grab hold of. "Shit."

"I could die like this," Hawke echoed, tossing his head like a stallion on the open range. "Fuck me."

"Someone move," I begged, desperate for anything other than this stalemate. "Please, move."

I wasn't prepared for it when they finally did move.

Asher slid out, and Hawke slid in, and they fucked me in a contrasting tempo for a while.

The constant slide against each other was doing something for me, but I was both afraid and eager to see how it would feel again with both of them in me at once, in and out.

I didn't have to wait long to find out.

"Shit, Tee-Bird," Hawke growled, and his speed faltered for a second, lining him up for Asher's tempo to meet his in earnest this time. And when they both filled me at once, I couldn't hold back the scream that built inside me.

It was like everything and nothing I'd ever dreamed of. I felt so full that the threat of bursting apart seemed very real in the present moment. A tear slid from my eye, and I gasped back a sob as I fell against Hawke's chest, clinging to him for dear life.

The whole time, I just mumbled "more," over and over, the punishing pace they set only outweighed by the amount of pleasure each move brought me.

Asher burned, Hawke soothed, and in no time at all, my mind was spiraling, the orgasm behind my teeth threatening escape. I couldn't even think straight, with the way they tore me apart and put me back together in the same breath.

This was bliss. This was what all the girls giggled about behind their hands. This was what I'd waited damn near my whole life to try with men I had lusted after for years.

This was above and beyond what I'd expected.

"Holy shit," I whined, and then I threw my head back and came—hard—all over the two of them.

"Fuck, I'm toast," Asher muttered, his cock spurting into me, making me feel even fuller.

"Ugh," Hawke groaned, his dick jerking inside me. His sounds were enough. He didn't need to say a thing to convey the way his body tensed beneath me and filled me up even more.

The second they moved, I'd start dripping from both holes. The thought was both arousing and shameful.

A voice echoed out from the doorway as we leaned against each other, panting out our exhaustion and euphoria.

"If you three are done ruining the couch?—"

Asher pulled out of me, and the move was so sudden, it caused actual pain. I bit back the yelp of agony, but Hawke didn't miss it, nor did he miss the way my hands dug into his shoulders, nails damn near piercing his skin.

His retreat was less rough, slower, and when I was left gaping and needy, he lifted me in his arms and carried me off to my room, shutting the door behind us with his heel.

For once, Hawke was nothing but kind as the sound of Asher and Liam arguing in the living room echoed through the walls and reached me as I soaked in a hot bath.

I closed my eyes and tried desperately to tune it out.