Page 14 of Hellbent (Snakes & Daggers #1)

Damian leans in again, his voice like gravel against my throat. “You want me to take my time with her?” he murmurs to Jake. “Learn all her little sounds? Make her whimper?”

Jake lets out a guttural sound of agreement. “Fuck yes, brother. I want to see exactly how she comes when it’s someone else’s cock inside her.”

I tremble, breathless, every nerve sparking to life between them.

Damian’s hand drops to his fly. He unzips slowly, his gaze locked on mine. When he pulls his cock free, thick and heavy in his palm, he strokes it once, then again. My hand finds him, eager fingers wrapping around hot, velvet skin, and he hisses through his teeth.

Jake’s lips are back on my neck, his hands roaming my body, stoking the fire higher.

Damian groans softly as I stroke him harder, my palm slick against his shaft.

Jake’s warmth disappears for a second. Behind me, I hear the rustle of clothing. A zipper. The sound of fabric falling to the floor. Then his voice, low and commanding behind me:

“Stay just like that, baby. Keep stroking his cock.”

My heart stutters. I obey.

Then I feel him—bare skin brushing mine, heat and muscle pressing in. His hands grip my hips as he guides himself against me, the thick head of his cock dragging over the slick heat between my thighs, teasing my entrance.

I gasp, hips tilting. My body tenses—then yields.

A broken sound escapes me as Jake sinks into me, stretching me open with an unrelenting push until he’s seated deep inside.

His breath shudders out. “Fuck. She feels so good.”

My rhythm falters on Damian for a moment, but he covers my hand with his, guiding me back.

Jake starts to move—deep, slow thrusts that knock the air from my lungs. My breathing goes short and high, every stroke winding me tighter. Jake’s grip on my hips is firm, grounding, while his rhythm builds, dragging me closer to the edge.

Then Damian’s mouth is on mine, swallowing the sounds Jake forces from me.

Jake groans, the sound guttural, moving faster, his grip tightening. And then suddenly, he pulls out, backing away, gasping.

Damian’s voice is low and dark. A command.

“Swallow him.”

Heat jolts through me. A thrill. A dare.

He turns me toward Jake, who stands naked before me, gripping his cock tight, mouth agape, gaze burning, and I sink to my knees, hands resting on my thighs, and tip my head back obediently.

Jake steps closer, cock flushed and beaded with pre-cum. He positions himself at my mouth and then I wrap my lips around him, flicking my tongue over the sensitive head before taking him deeper. Sucking him down until he hits the back of my throat.

“Fuck—“ His head drops back, a shudder racking through him, hips twitching forward as his hands tangle in my hair.

Behind me, Damian murmurs his approval. I drag my tongue down the thick vein at the base of Jake’s cock, then take him in deep again. He gives a low, agonized cry, hips jerking once—then cum floods my mouth, his cock pulsing as I swallow him down.

His hand tightens in my hair, holding me there as he gasps for air. I stay still, tasting him, feeling the tremor that runs through him, until he slowly pulls out.

And then it’s Damian’s turn.

He grips me with both hands under my arms and lifts me like I weigh nothing, hoisting me onto the workbench beside us.

He shrugs off his shirt in one fluid motion, pulls a condom out of his pocket and then kicks out of his jeans.

He steps between my thighs, rolls the condom down his length, and when he looks at me, his pupils are blown with lust.

Jake steps close, still flushed, eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure.

One hand strokes my hair back with quiet reverence.

The other hand slips down to his cock. He’s already hardening again, thickening as he strokes himself.

The sight of Damian positioning his cock at my entrance has him rock-hard in seconds.

He exhales heavily as his fist works over his shaft, his gaze glued to the way Damian’s hips roll forward.

I reach for Damian, curling my fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him down until his mouth crashes into mine. The kiss is messy, all heat and need, his hands gripping my thighs, holding me open, holding me still.

“Show me how good she takes it,” Jake murmurs to Damian.

And then—Damian thrusts.

A sharp gasp escapes me, my body arching, fingertips digging into his shoulders. He groans. His fingers bite into my skin. The workbench rattles beneath us, the sounds of metal and wood clattering.

“Fuck, Max,” he growls against my throat, his teeth dragging over my skin. One of his hands slides up, finds my throat, presses just enough to make me whimper.

He rocks into me again—slowly, then harder, his rhythm building.

Each thrust draws a sound out of me—a cry, a breath.

I clutch at his back, nails sinking into his skin, as my thighs tighten around his hips.

With his free hand, Jake palms my breast, cupping and fondling it as Damian pumps into me, exhaling hard out his nose, fingers pressing into my windpipe.

I’m close. I know Damian feels it too, the way I squeeze, the way my breath stutters. I cry out, arching off the bench as he pounds into me, Jake’s hand exploring, pressing, squeezing.

“Fuck,” Damian growls, throwing his head back. “You’re so fucking tight and wet, baby. Jesus.”

I whimper. Jake leans over to kiss me, his mouth drawing electricity up through the center of my body, splitting the current until the stimulus is almost too much for me.

“You look so fucking good,” he whispers. “So beautiful getting fucked hard.”

His voice cracks as he says it—because he’s right there with us, working himself faster now, the wet sound of his fist unmistakable. His breath comes in short, desperate bursts. “Fuck, Max… fuck.”

And then—I fall. A sharp, sudden plunge into blinding pleasure, my whole body clenching tight as I cry out.

Damian follows with a low curse, his grip tightening around my throat, hips snapping against me one last time before he drives himself in to his full depth, bracing his weight with one hand on the table and shuddering as he comes.

Beside us, Jake groans loudly, and I turn my head just in time to see him orgasm again, thick ropes of cum spilling across his fist, his breath heaving.

For a moment, none of us move. There’s nothing but the sound of our breath, heavy and uneven, against the faint buzz of the overhead lights humming through the silence.

Then, finally, Damian lets out a low chuckle, loosening his hand from around my neck and pulling out. He gives me a long, slow, deep kiss, and then steps back, smiling.

“Knew you could move, Finch.”