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Hank tilts his head, the muscle in his jaw flexing, his eyes locked onto mine. The ice in his glass clinks softly as he sets it down on the polished wooden table beside him.

“Do I, now?”

I drop to my knees, the smooth, sun-warmed wood pressing against my skin. His breath hitches—just for a second, just enough for me to see that I have his full, undivided attention.

From the corner of my eye, Gabe sprawls in his chair, spreading his legs. One hand casually rests on his thigh, his gaze sharp and assessing, like he’s committing every movement to memory.

I touch Hank, my palms pressing against the hard muscle, my body humming with anticipation. I reach for his belt, unbuckling it, savoring the way his chest rises just a little sharper.

A test. A tease. An offering.

His fingers curl around my jaw, tilting my head up, forcing me to hold his gaze.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, luv.”

“Not really.” I smile, breathless, wicked. “I’m thanking you for an amazing meal.”

“Is that what this is? A thank you? ”

“Yes, Sir.”

“ Fuuuck , luv, then stop stalling and thank me properly.” His grip tightens just enough to remind me who’s really in control.

A shiver rolls down my spine, anticipation thrumming through me as I unfasten his belt, my fingers brushing against the brutal heat beneath his jeans. Hank doesn’t move. Doesn’t help me. He just watches, his eyes darkening with desire and dominance.

Gabe is silent, leaning back in his chair, his gaze burning into me. His hand moves subtly, sensuously stroking his thigh, moving higher to his groin. Each movement is deliberate and unhurried, a show of restrained desire.

I tug the belt free, working open the button of Hank’s jeans, dragging the zipper down with deliberate slowness. His cock is hard, straining against his boxer briefs, the outline thick and heavy beneath the fabric. I exhale, my mouth watering.

“ Fuuuuck ,” Hank rasps, fingers threading into my damp hair, gripping lightly at the base of my skull. “You look real pretty down there.”

I don’t look away. Instead, I drag my nails down the inside of his thighs, teasing, before leaning in, brushing my lips over the thick ridge straining beneath the fabric. Hank’s grip tightens.

“Ally.” A warning. A challenge.

I hum against him, pressing a lingering kiss through the fabric before curling my fingers around his waistband, slowly pulling his briefs down, freeing him.

God. He’s big, thick, and hard, the head already slick with anticipation.

I flick my gaze up, locking onto his as I wrap my fingers around the base, giving him one slow, testing stroke. His breath hitches. But he doesn’t break. He doesn’t react beyond the tightening of his grip on my hair and the slight tensing of his thighs.

I part my lips, flicking my tongue against the tip, tasting the salt of him, teasing before slowly—so slowly—taking him into my mouth.

“Christ.” Hank groans, low and guttural, his head tipping back, his fingers tightening in my hair, holding me there.

In my periphery, I catch Gabe shifting, his hand moving to rest on the growing bulge in his pants, not yet unzipping but clearly enjoying the view, a hungry look in his eyes.

“Now that’s a sight,” he murmurs, his voice a low, appreciative rumble. “Our girl, naked, on her knees, serving you.”

I moan around Hank, taking him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I slide my mouth down, my fingers tightening around his base. Hank exhales sharply, his hips twitching, the muscles in his stomach tensing.

I set a rhythm—slow, teasing strokes of my tongue, soft suction, taking him just deep enough to keep him on edge but not enough to let him fall.

“Fuck,” he rasps, voice strained.

I hum in agreement, dragging my tongue along the underside of his length. His eyes darken. Then his grip tightens, tilting my head, forcing me to look at him.

“Open wider, luv. Take me deep.”

A command.

A test.

I obey without hesitation.

Hank groans, his other hand tangling in my hair as he thrusts into my mouth, deeper this time, pushing me right to the edge of too much before easing back.

I love it.

Love the way he takes.

Love the way he controls the pace.

Love the way his breathing turns ragged and how his muscles tense beneath my touch.

I wrap my fingers around his thighs, letting him guide me, taking him deeper, pushing him closer. The sounds of our pleasure blend with the distant crash of waves, the hum of arousal thick in the air.

Gabe’s movements quicken, his breaths coming in short, sharp bursts as he watches us, his eyes never leaving the sight of me on my knees before Hank.

Hank’s grip tightens, his body tensing, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He groans, a deep, guttural sound that echoes through me as he comes, spilling into my mouth. I swallow, taking everything he gives, holding his gaze as he rides out his release.

Gabe’s breath hitches, his movements becoming more urgent. He finally unzips his pants, freeing his cock, stroking himself with controlled, deliberate movements.

“You look so fucking good kneeling for Hank.” His voice is rough with desire.

Hank pulls back, his gaze locked onto mine, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He runs a thumb over my lower lip, then turns his attention to Gabe.

“You want her?” he asks, his voice a deep, tempting drawl.

Gabe’s breath hitches, his movements becoming more urgent. He stands, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he approaches, his cock still hard and ready. Instead of taking me, he lifts me into his arms, a growl of raw desire escaping his lips.

“I’m taking her inside,” he tells Hank, his voice low and commanding, almost feral.

Hank nods, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

Gabe carries me inside, his arms strong and possessive, holding me firmly against his chest. The sensation of his hard body against mine sends ripples of anticipation and a hint of uncertainty through me.

As soon as we cross the threshold, he sets me down and presses me against the wall, his hands rough and demanding as they explore my body.

His eyes never leave mine. Then, he lifts me, pinning me against the wall with a force that steals my breath.

His bare cock teases my entrance, but he doesn’t thrust in immediately. Instead, he leans in, his mouth capturing mine in a bruising kiss, his teeth grazing my lower lip, drawing a gasp from deep within me.

His kiss is aggressive and demanding, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, claiming every inch of me.

My body responds, heat surging through me as his grip turns harder, more forceful. He presses his body against mine, his hands moving to my breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly. His fingers find my nipples, pinching and twisting until I’m arching against him, lifting onto my toes with the pain.

“You like that, don’t you?” he growls against my mouth, his voice rough and crude. “You like it when I hurt you.”

“God, yes,” I moan, the sound captured by his mouth as he deepens the kiss, his teeth clashing against mine.

His hips grind against me, the friction sending waves of pleasure through my body. I’m incredibly turned on, the aggression in his touch igniting a primal need within me.

Gabe pulls back, his eyes locked onto mine, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

“Don’t you fucking come until I say so,” he commands, his voice a low, threatening rumble.

He adjusts his hold on me, one hand gripping my hip tightly while the other moves to my throat, his fingers wrapping around the delicate column, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp. The sensation is overwhelming, the feeling of being restrained, of being at his mercy, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Gabe,” I moan, my head falling back against the wall, my eyes locked onto his.

He growls, his grip on my throat tightening. “Who said you could use my name?”

I gasp, swallowing hard against the pressure on my throat, my body trembling with fear and desire. Gabe’s eyes darken, the dominance in his gaze sending a thrill through me.

“You’re mine,” he rasps, his hips moving urgently. Each thrust is powerful and aggressive, pushing me higher and higher. “And you’ll take everything I give you.”

His mouth moves to my neck, biting and sucking, marking me as his. The pain is exquisite, sending ripples of pleasure through my body.

“Please, I…” I start, my voice barely a whisper, my body tensing as I approach the precipice.

Suddenly, he pulls out, leaving me gasping at the abrupt loss of contact. Before I can react, he spins me around to face the wall, his hands rough and commanding. He takes my wrists, lifts them above my head, and holds them firmly against the wall.

“You’re not coming until I say,” he rasps, his voice a low, threatening rumble. His free hand grips my hip tightly, pulling me back against him as he positions himself. The heat of his cock teasing my entrance, the anticipation, sends shivers down my spine.

He pushes past my folds from behind, the force of his thrust driving me against the wall.

“You feel fucking incredible,” he growls, his hand moving from my hip to my breast, squeezing and kneading roughly. His fingers find my nipple, pinching and twisting until I’m arching against him, the pain and pleasure mixing into an intoxicating blend.

His mouth moves to my shoulder, biting and sucking, his teeth grazing my skin, leaving marks that will linger. The sensation is overwhelming. The feeling of being claimed pushes me closer to the edge.

I moan, my head falling back against his shoulder, my eyes locked onto his in the reflection of a nearby mirror. The intensity in his gaze is overwhelming, a mix of desire and dominance that sends a thrill through me.

He smirks, a dark, dangerous expression crossing his face. “You want to come, don’t you?” he taunts, his voice a low, husky whisper against my ear. “You want to feel me explode inside you.”

I nod, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my body trembling with the sheer force of my need.

Gabe’s grip tightens around my wrists, pinning them high against the wall, his palm pressing firmly over the backs of my hands, keeping me exactly where he wants me. My cheek rests against the cool surface, my body arched, open, utterly at his mercy.

“Then beg for it,” he commands, his voice a threat, a promise, a tease.

His free hand drags down the length of my spine, his fingers skating over the curve of my ass, my hip, the inside of my thigh—everywhere but where I need him most.

His thrusts slow, deep, deliberate, dragging pleasure through me inch by agonizing inch.

“Please,” I whimper, twisting beneath him, desperate for more. “Please let me come.”

A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Not yet.”

He pulls out almost entirely before slamming back inside, forcing a sharp, helpless cry from my lips.

“You don’t get to take,” he growls, his breath hot against my neck, his teeth scraping along my shoulder. “You receive.”

I moan, my arms straining under his hold, my fingers curling uselessly against the wall.

He drags it out, each stroke slow and punishing, making me feel every inch of him. My nails scrape against the wood, grasping for something, anything to anchor me.

“Look at you,” Gabe murmurs, his voice like liquid heat, his breath ghosting over my damp skin. “So desperate. So pretty when you suffer for it.”

A helpless whimper escapes me, my knees trembling, my entire body burning with need.

He groans, the sound raw, hungry, his rhythm faltering.

His control breaks.

His grip on my wrists tightens, his thrusts turning wild as he chases his pleasure, no longer holding back.

“Now,” he commands, voice rough, absolute, undeniable. His free hand finally slides to where I need him, tipping me over the edge with ruthless precision. “Come for me,” he growls, his fingers pressing, circling, owning. “Let me feel you.”

His demand pushes me over the edge. My body convulses, waves of pleasure crashing through me as I cry out, my climax rippling through me.

And Gabe?

He groans, his body shuddering as he finds his release, his cock pulsing inside me.

We stay like that for a moment, our breaths mingling, our bodies pressed together, the heat of our passion slowly ebbing away. Gabe presses his forehead against mine. His eyes close, and his breaths come in short, shallow bursts.

“That was…” I start, my voice barely a whisper .

Gabe pulls back, his eyes locking onto mine, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Too rough?” he asks, his voice a low rumble.

“Perfect.” I shake my head, a smile playing on my lips.

Gabe’s smirk widens, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “Good,” he says, his voice filled with promise. “Because I’m not done with you yet. Hank and I have a surprise for you.”