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TWENTY-FIVE

HAWK

As soon as the rough demand is out of my mouth, Arden obeys, dropping down in front of me. Jackson steps around her, standing just behind me as I finally show her what I’ve got.

“This is bondage tape,” I say, holding up the roll. She fixes her eyes on it, watching as I pull on the end and unravel a long piece. “It sticks to itself but won’t hurt your skin. Feel it.” Bringing a hand up, she skates her fingers along the shiny black strip. It’s not sticky at all and has a stretchy, rubbery texture that’s smooth to the touch. I opted for this, as opposed to rope, because it’s quicker and easier for the type of binding I plan on doing. She won’t be in it long—only until we move her to the bed. I just want to get her to give up control to us while she’s on her knees. She needs this right now.

I could tell from the moment she walked into the living room that it was one of those practices that had her on edge. The way she made a beeline for Jacks solidified it, since he’s her soft place to land. That’s why I gave them some time alone while I came up here to get ready, because she needed to feel loved and treasured before she’d be in the right headspace to handle what I have planned for her.

“Put your hands behind your back,” I instruct. She does, and I round her small body, wrapping the tape in an X shape around her wrists several times so she can’t escape. Shaky inhales expand her chest, and her nipples harden as I make sure everything is secure before standing to my full height behind her.

Lifting my chin at my best friend, I silently encourage him to get close, so that his already hardening cock is just inches from her face. I should discuss a non-verbal safe word with them, and if it were me in front of her, we would. But I know the last thing he would do right now is push her anywhere near her limits. I don’t think he even has it in him.

I look down, watching as her tits continue to heave with every excited breath she takes. “Jackson is going to fuck your pretty mouth,” I tell her. “Be an obedient little toy and make him feel good. Open.” I land a light slap to her cheek, and she complies immediately, waiting as he slides his head past her plump lips. Just as I suspected, his thrusts are slow and languid, eliciting contended moans as she enjoys the feeling of his length gliding along her tongue. I allow it for several minutes, my erection growing harder while I watch them together.

“You’re beautiful, Arden,” he grits out quietly, rubbing gentle circles on her cheek with his thumb as he pumps in and out, picking up speed but still not letting loose. He may know what she needs when she’s in his arms, seeking softness and comfort. But when it comes to emptying every haunting thought from her mind?

I’m her fucking salvation.

“You can take more, can’t you, Hellcat?” I ask, my tone dripping with mischief as she does her best to nod in affirmation. I smirk, batting his loving touch away and replacing it with my own hands on each side of her head. As if she knows what’s coming, she takes a sharp inhale through her nose, right before I shove her forward, not stopping until I hear her feet kicking the carpet between my open legs. Her torso thrashes slightly as she pulls at the tape, likely trying to push against his thighs. Jackson gasps, and I meet his nervous gaze with mine, telling him without words to hold still.

“There you go,” I praise, feeling her body jolt, fighting the intrusion as her gag reflex kicks in. Garbled noises work their way up her throat, escaping around his shaft while I force her down. Waiting a couple more seconds before pulling her off, I watch as she sucks in large gulps of oxygen, strings of saliva hanging from her swollen lips. I give her a few seconds to recover before doing it again, this time controlling her movements and fucking her onto him while he struggles not to come early. I don’t blame him. She looks like a dream, bound and dominated, choking on his cock. I’m not sure I could restrain myself the way he is if the roles were reversed.

Pulling her off of him, I tilt her head up to me, focusing on how gorgeous she is after being used. Tears are streaming down her face, there’s drool all over her chin, and her chest trembles as she continues to catch her breath. But the trust and submission I see when I look into her eyes is what makes her the most breathtaking being I’ve ever seen. She has no idea what we’re going to do to her, yet there isn’t an ounce of trepidation in her expression. She just wants to let go.

“Such a pretty fuckslut,” I praise, hooking my thumb behind her bottom teeth and forcing her mouth wide before spitting onto her tongue. Her eyes roll back, and Jackson must see it, because the next thing I know, he’s curling his pointer and middle fingers next to mine, leaning close, and adding his own saliva. Arden whimpers loudly, her attention bouncing back and forth between us as we tower over her. “Swallow.” She doesn’t hesitate, closing her lips and moaning as the mixture of us slides down her throat.

“Christ, Princess,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief. It’s like he’s seeing her for the first time. In a way, he is. Because the sweet, innocent angel he’s known since they were young is only a part of Arden. There are sides of her that he has yet to experience, and I hope he understands how lucky we are that she’s willing to give every single one to us.

Crouching down behind her, I press a kiss to her cheek, carefully freeing her wrists from the tape. “Stand up,” I order, helping her to her feet. He immediately takes her arms, checking them for signs of injury before ghosting his lips over the faint indentations from where she pulled at the restraint. Other than that, there are no visible marks.

“You’re not done sucking his dick, Hellcat,” I warn. “Both of you can get on the bed.” I move back toward the dresser as they follow directions, grabbing the next item I have for her. Returning to them, I notice Jacks is on his back, and she’s crawling between his knees, ready to take him into her mouth again. But before she gets a chance, I correct her with a firm slap to her ass. “Spin. Get that pussy on his face.”

“Fuck, yes,” he says on a relieved exhale, making me chuckle. I know he’s dying to get his mouth on her right now, but I have ulterior motives for needing her in this position.

Without hesitation, she hops to his side, turning and slinging a leg over his head. A quiet whimper escapes his lips as she hovers above his face, and he pulls her down, wasting no time pressing his tongue against her swollen center. I can’t tear my eyes away as he laps up the arousal that’s coating her cunt, licking and sucking her clean while she grinds onto his mouth. Clearly, the bondage is something we need to explore more of, because she’s absolutely soaked from it. Her breath hitches as she looks down, peeking between her legs and watching his tongue flick at her sensitive clit.

“Don’t keep him waiting,” I snap, regaining her attention. “Suck it.” She leans forward, bobbing and moaning along his length as he continues to eat her like a starving man. I gather her hair in my hands, holding it back so I can see better. She swallows him even further, fueled either by me watching her like she’s my favorite pornstar, or the way his hips buck up every time he hits the back of her throat. It doesn’t matter which—she’s got us both by the fucking balls, and I doubt she even knows it.

I enjoy the show until I can’t take it anymore, moving back toward her ass and pulling her cheeks apart until her puckered bud comes into view. Jacks takes one long lick from the back of her pussy to her clit, and once he latches on, I lean in, flattening my tongue against her back entrance. She stiffens at first but relaxes quickly when I flick the sensitive skin, a deep moan working its way up her chest and struggling to find an escape around the cock that’s filling her mouth.

“That’s our good slut,” I say, devouring her as I knead at the supple flesh in my hands. We both work her over, the tips of our tongues touching every now and then when we move to the spot between her holes. It’s kind of unavoidable, and as much as I thought it might be weird for me, it really isn’t. We have the same objective here, and that’s to make Arden feel good. Being in this situation with her means getting comfortable with stuff like this. “How’s her pussy taste?”

“Amazing. She’s so fucking wet,” he replies. “She’s been gushing all over my face since you started eating her ass. I think she needs more.”

“You think?” I ask, acting as if she’s not even here. Other than her heavy breaths and needy whines, she’s barely even moving, keeping his cock warm while we bring her closer to her release. But that means she’s exactly where I want her for what’s coming next. “Does our empty-headed doll need to be stretched out?”

“Fuck, yeah,” he groans, and I’d bet every goddamn dollar I have that he’s imagining the same shit I am right now. Eventually, we’ll fill her up at the same time. But right now—she needs prep.

“Keep eating,” I instruct, turning to the nightstand for the bottle of lube I keep in the drawer. I carefully and generously coat the item I pulled from the dresser earlier before returning to rub it along her tight hole. She arches in search of more, so I take that as the green light to push the silicone plug forward. Even though I know she wants it, I’m not surprised when she instinctively clenches, so I place a reassuring hand on her back to let her know I’m here.

“You’re doing great, baby,” I praise. “Focus on Jackson’s tongue. Open up for us.”

She sits up slightly to readjust, his cock falling from between her lips as she releases a shaky exhale. “Okay.” She visibly relaxes after a few moments of consideration, leaning back down and resting her face against his thigh.

“Atta girl,” he says softly, rubbing her hips as he latches back onto her clit, and gentle sucking sounds fill the otherwise quiet room. I wait until she’s moaning in pleasure before adding a small amount of pressure to the plug, watching as her opening stretches before finally swallowing it whole.

“Look at that,” I coo, admiring the small pink gem that’s peeking out from between her cheeks. “So fucking sexy.”

“Mmm,” she hums loudly, clearly nearing the edge of her orgasm. I sit back, allowing her space to move freely as she grinds her hips against his face. His fingertips dig into the skin of her thick thighs, and she lifts her head, so I move in front of her, leisurely stroking my cock. Precum leaks from the head, and I smooth it along my piercing as I ghost over it with my fingers. The motion catches her attention, making her bite her lip in anticipation as she continues to ride him.

“Come on, baby,” he demands against her pussy. “Come on my face so I can fuck you with that plug in your ass.” His words do the trick, making her thrust into his mouth one last time before she explodes with a scream. Her legs shake, every defined muscle firing off under her creamy skin as he licks, punishing her sensitive clit until she’s had too much and fights to squirm away. But he only tightens his grip, holding her in place and attempting to savor every last drop. She gives up, too drained to go on, whining in discomfort as he continues to lick and suck.

“Fuck,” I say, pulling his hand from where it’s practically melted into her thigh and helping her free. “One desperate slut is enough in this relationship. I don’t need another.” Reaching down, I lift her chin with my fingers, taking in her cum-drunk expression. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks are flushed, and there’s exhaustion behind her sleepy eyes. “Poor girl,” I mock. “I need you to focus for me, Arden. Because I don’t give a fuck how tired you are right now. We need to come. So be a good little whore and get on all fours for us.” She whimpers quietly, crawling off of Jackson, who immediately gets up and kneels behind her, clearly very ready for more.

I position myself so I’m on my knees in front of her, taking a fistful of chocolate hair and guiding her mouth to my aching erection. She parts her lips, and I slide inside, not nearly as gentle as he was. Her eyes water when I thrust all the way back, but I hold her to me so I can feel the muscles in her throat contract before finally letting go and allowing her to set the pace. She sucks me like she was made for it, running her tongue along my piercing while she bobs up and down.

“Holy fucking shit, look at this ass,” Jackson says, unable to tear his gaze away from the plug as he scoots up behind her. “You ready to go airtight for us, Princess? Get each of these gorgeous holes filled until you can’t even remember your own name?”

“Mhmm,” she hums, the sound vibrating against my dick and making my eyes roll back. He spits into his hand and rubs it along his length before slowly pushing inside. Her jaw drops open as he bottoms out, and I land a tight slap to her cheek, bringing her attention upward.

“Did I tell you to stop sucking? Close those slutty fucking lips around my cock while your stepbrother fucks you into it.” She whimpers loudly at my depraved words, and he drives forward, forcing me to the back of her throat as she gags.

“Goddamn it,” he says through clenched teeth. “She tightens up when you talk to her like that.” He pulls back before thrusting again, and I return the motion, setting a rough and punishing tempo as we fuck her back and forth like a ragdoll. We fall into a perfect rhythm, moving as if we were made to be one unit, just like this.

I look down, catching her watery gaze with mine and shooting her an arrogant wink. “That’s because she’s a filthy little whore. You always thought she was so sweet and innocent, but look at your princess now. Filled with both of our cocks like a fucking queen.” My words make her whine loudly, her eyes slamming shut as she sucks my length further into her mouth. Her body shakes with the climax that’s ready to pull her under while we continue to rock into her. She’s still focused on me though, and I know it’s because she’s waiting for my permission to let it happen.

Good fucking girl.

Without a word, I give her a stiff nod, and she immediately goes off like a firework, tumbling into oblivion as she finally comes on a muffled cry.

“That’s it, baby,” Jackson grits out, using his thumb to put pressure on the plug. “Come on my cock just like that. You’re so good to us.” We slow down, letting the spasms inside her subside while her orgasm fades, finally ebbing away as she breathes deeply through her nose and resumes dragging her tongue languidly along my shaft. As much as I love to degrade Arden in the bedroom, Jacks is right—she really is so good to us. I’m sure she’s exhausted, yet she’s doing everything in her power to keep going so we can come.

I peer up at my best friend, silently telling him that we need to finish and get her to bed. He nods, looking back down to where they’re joined and watching his dick as it disappears into her before shaking his head in disbelief. “This pussy is incredible. I’m gonna fill you up, Princess.” A weak whimper reverberates against me and my balls draw up tight, my impending release speeding my way as he shoves her into me. She hollows her cheeks, and I erupt, grunting loudly as I fill her mouth with cum. She greedily takes every single drop, and before she can even fully swallow me down, Jackson detonates. His fingers dig deep divots into her luscious hips, and he trembles through his orgasm, her name falling from his tongue like it’s the only fucking word he knows. We ride it out while Arden accepts everything we have to give, pulling off of me and collapsing forward onto my thigh as she struggles to regulate her breathing.

Jacks pulls out, his gaze glued to where I’m assuming the evidence of their pleasure drips from between her lips. He gently runs his fingers through it, eliciting a satisfied sigh against my heated skin as he pushes it back inside. “I’ll never get sick of this,” he says quietly. “Of us.” Maybe he means him and her, but I can only hope that he means the three of us. Because I’ve been with my fair share of women—so has he—but I’ve never felt truly complete. Jackson has been a constant source of friendship and comfort in my life for years. But Arden? She’s our center—the little piece of perfection we revolve around. I don’t want to exist in a world without either of them. I hope I never have to.

I stroke her hair as he carefully removes the plug and tosses it to the side, wishing I had the words to tell them what’s going on in my head. That I love them—albeit in very different ways—and the feeling of fullness in my heart now that we stopped fighting the inevitable has given me a reason to wake up every day. But I’ve never been good at expressing my emotions, so I do the only other thing I know that’ll show them I care.

He stands, wordlessly padding to the bathroom and returning moments later with a warm washcloth. She attempts to argue as he cleans between her legs, and I chuckle when she finally gives up, allowing him to carefully wipe the remnants of their releases away. When he’s finished, he drops the cloth to the floor before leaning in and brushing his lips to her flushed cheek.

Reaching over, I pull on the corner of the comforter, peeling it down and helping Arden underneath. She settles against the pillow, a sleepy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as I press a gentle kiss to her forehead. I make more room beside her, looking at him and patting the mattress in invitation. He hesitates for a moment, and I roll my eyes. “Get in. We sleep in the same bed now…don’t make it a thing. Our girl needs aftercare from both of us.”

His shoulders relax and he slides in beside her, his eyes brightening when he looks down to where she lies. As always, she’s already drifted off, her plump lips parted as tiny snores fill the space around us. He chuckles quietly while he studies her features, ghosting the backs of his knuckles along her soft skin. Letting out a shaky exhale, his brows pull in, emotion blanketing his expression. “I’ve loved her for so long,” he whispers, the words barely audible in the quiet room. “I thought I’d be forced to watch her build a life with someone else, never knowing what it felt like to hold her in my arms.” He looks up at me, unshed tears glistening in the dim light as he swallows thickly. “Thank you.” My chest twists at the admission. The fact that he’s sharing it with me before actually saying the words to Arden almost feels like my reward for encouraging him to finally make the jump with her.

In reality, it should be me thanking him for bringing her into my orbit—and for selflessly stepping aside when he thought I’d want to keep her for myself, knowing it would hurt him more than anything. But, as always, the feelings are entirely too big for me to articulate in a way that would be worthy of everything he’s given me. Those two words are simply just not enough.

I focus on the beauty next to me, admiring her flawless skin and long lashes as they fan against her face. Her chest rises and falls with steady, shallow breaths, and I can’t help but be overcome with gratitude for all the ways she’s healed pieces of me that have been hurting for so long. Inhaling deeply, I anchor myself to the monumental moment, knowing without a doubt that I feel the same way about her as he does.

“She’s ours,” I rasp, trying to fight the emotion that’s clawing its way up my throat. I may not be able to outwardly express my love for her just yet, but fuck . I feel it.

He nods, slipping under the covers next to her as I mirror him on the other side. Reaching out, I band an arm around her waist, pulling her into my warm body and holding onto her like a lifeline. I can’t stop myself from burying my nose into her hair, the unmistakable smell of both our colognes mixed together filling me with a sense of possession so strong it makes my head spin. She hums contentedly, turning so her back is to my front before instinctively extending her small hands toward Jacks. Immediately, he slides closer, pressing a ghost of a kiss to her lips as he settles onto her pillow.

We don’t change positions for the rest of the night, holding Arden until the sun comes up—knowing that no matter where life brings us, nothing will ever top the feeling of having her in our arms.