“Please,” I plead, pulling on his hair and holding him in place. “Don’t think. Just fuck me. Don’t worry about me. I can take it.”
“Don’t,” Ian spits, and my stomach flips with the sudden shift in his tone as his free hand grabs onto my jaw, shocking me into silence. A darkness erupts in his eyes as they bore into mine with an intensity that steals my breath away. “I have thought of you every goddam second since I met you. Worrying about you is not something I can, or will, shut off. Get fucking used to it. Things will go much easier for all of us the sooner you accept it.”
As if I could be any more turned on, Ian manages to tip the scale into uncharted territories of complete and utter desperation. My need for him to be inside me overwhelms all rationality.
“Ian, you don’t have to…” His grip on my jaw shifts to cover my mouth, and my pussy responds around his fingers, warming inside me.
“Need toandwant to,” He growls and pushes into me further. I moan against his hand over my mouth and rock my hips against his fingers, desperate for friction. He hums in appreciation and rests his forehead on mine as a moment of weakness washes over him. “I’ve had dreams of how slutty you are for me right now, but none of them compare to having you in my arms, desperate and begging for my cock.”
I groan against his hand as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of me so maddeningly slow. Mitch holds firm on my thighs, keeping still and silent behind me. Allowing his best friend to have this moment with me.
“You have no fucking idea how sorry I am that you thought I hated you.” The vulnerability in Ian’s voice rips through me, shattering me into a million pieces as my walls crumble around the three of us. “I’ve been inside of you so many times in my head that I didn’t trust myself around you. I still don’t.”
Ian’s voice is barely above a whisper, but the raw emotion behind his words trembles through every inch of my body, and I can feel the weight of them settling into my very soul.
“Every time Mitch locked us in the storage room, it took every ounce of willpower I had not to bend you over and fuck you up against the stacks,” Ian confesses, his fingers thrusting deeper into me as if to trade his pain for mine. Thrusting his hand harder to emphasize certain words as he serenades me with such raw emotion. “I’ve wanted you so fucking bad, Roxy. You became this obsession, burning me alive every day I didn’t get to have you.”
His fingers pump into me quicker now, with punishing purpose.
“So many times, I talked myself into the delusion that you would be into it. That you wouldn’t be like the others, and you would welcome the pain, but then I would see you, and the thought of hurting you was too much.” He pauses his thrusts to circle his thumb teasingly over my clit. “It’s important for you to understand there’s no going back from this. You can fight me all you want. You can throw your tantrums and be a fucking bitch, but I will never stop caring for you. You belong to us now, and we will take care of you whether you like it or not.”
“Why?” I whimper, my voice cracking as Ian’s words and actions force me into uncharted emotional territory. “How can you care about me? I’ve done nothing to deserve it. I’ve been such a bitch,” I admit, shame coating my tongue.
“I wish I could tell you why. It turns out I get just as hard when you’re mean to me as I do when I fantasize about punishing you for being so mean.”
I could say I’m in shock, but that would be an understatement. Heat pools so needy between my thighs I could cry. The words pouring out of him are intoxicating, filling me with a desire so desperate it’s all-consuming.
A fierce sense of loyalty swells inside me, igniting a dark need to prove myself worthy of their affection. It’s exhilarating to belong to these men who see past my defenses and accept me for who I am. These men understand and embrace my darkness, who look at my broken parts and still want to piece me back together.
If only there were a way I could convince Ian to let go of his past the way he’s convinced me to let go of mine. The fear of causing pain is so ingrained in him, and I want to be the one to help take that fear and turn it into pleasure.
I can see the desire burning in Ian’s eyes as he closes the distance to my mouth again. His lips are soft against mine,a stark contrast to the hardness of his dick digging into my abdomen.
“I tried so hard not to want you,” he whispers, still nipping at my lips as if he can’t help himself. His fingers twisting and curling inside me. “Even if I never get to fuck you the way I’ve dreamed about, I’m not letting you go. I will never be satisfied with just the memory of you in the back of my throat.”
“Please, don’t let me go,” I whisper, completely entranced by him. His words and the heat emanating from their bodies ground me in ways I’ve never felt before. “I’m yours,” I vow, a promise to them and myself.
“Tell me what you want, Roxy,” Ian commands, his eyes searching mine for assurance. “I need to know you want this. I need to hear it.”
“Fuck me, Ian,” I beg immediately, my voice and pussy, both dripping with desire.
Ian pulls his fingers out of my pussy, leaving me achingly empty. He runs his slick fingers up and down his cock, coating it with my arousal. He runs the head of his cock over my clit, and I shudder with excitement when he stops at my entrance, applying the slightest bit of pressure.
“Yes,” I moan with a buzz of anticipation burning through me like an out-of-control wildfire, consuming everything it touches.
Every imaginable emotion flickers across his eyes until he balances between apprehension and concern.
“You’ll tell me if it hurts?” he asks, still overly concerned.
I reach down between us and grip the base of his dick with both hands, stroking as much of him as I can reach. If begging isn’t going to get him to fuck me with impunity, then maybe being a bitch will get me the hate fuck I’m searching for.
“You know you talk a big game with your big dick. Do you even know how to use that thing?”
His jaw clenches, popping at the corners, and it’s all the sign I need to know that I’m poking at all the right buttons.
“I see what you're doing,” Ian says, shaking his head.
“Please tell me it's working?” Mitch laughs, hopefully.
