As we move down the hall, they start to undress me slowly, deliberately. One piece at a time. My jacket slips off first. Then, the hem of my shirt brushes my ribs before it’s gone. Every second stretches. Every exposed inch of skin feels electric. Vulnerability washes over me in waves, but beneath it, something deeper hums…need.
We reach the bedroom, and Beau guides me onto the bed like I’m something precious, his hands firm but careful. He kneels down and slowly slides off my boots and socks, each gentle movement almost undoing me. Then he climbs up behind me on the bed, settling in with an effortless confidence, pulling me back until my head rests heavy in his lap. His fingers weave into my hair, anchoring me… well, sort of.
Jackson steps closer, his dark eyes locking onto mine with a hunger that’s sharp and electric. It’s not just my body he craves, it’s my reaction, the way my breath catches, the way I tense but don’t break. He’s there to push, to pull something raw out of me that I haven’t let loose yet.
I try to steady my breathing, telling myself I’m okay, that I want this, that I want them. I do…I really do. Because despite the nerves twisting in my gut, this can’t be that bad… can it?
Jackson kneels on the bed before me, his gaze burning into mine like a challenge and a promise all at once. His hands slide down my thighs slowly, teasing the denim of my jeans with deliberate, possessive fingertips. “These have got to go,” he growls low, the edge in his voice making my skin crawl with anticipation.
He finds the button, undoing it expertly, then pulls the zipper down in a teasingly slow slide. The fabric slips just enough to reveal the lace of my panties before his hands slip under the waistband. My body tightens when he slides my jeans down past my hips, the sudden chill biting at my bare skin. But Beau’s hands press into my shoulders, steadying me. The denim falls away, and now only the thin lace shields me, clinging like a last thread.
My heart hammers in my chest, a spike of fear crashing through me. The idea of what’s coming isn’t just thrilling, it scares the hell out of me. Sometimes I forget just how far my men like to push me, how much they thrive on testing limits. My mind races…what if something goes wrong? What if I break?
I try to pull back, to get away, but Beau’s fingers reach back up and tighten in my hair, holding me firmly in place. His voice drops to a low whisper, rough but steady. “It’s alright, baby. We’ve got you, no games and no bullshit. Youjust need to trust us, let go, and feel everything we give you. We’ll take care of you."
His calm words try to soothe, but my chest still tightens with nerves. I question my sanity because I know I shouldn’t be into this, but some dark part of me craves the rush. The thrill of the unknown, especially when I’m with the only two men I trust enough to go this far with.
I lock eyes with Jackson, my breath catching as I ask the question I can’t stop thinking about. “Is that thing loaded already?”
His smile twists darkly, slow and dangerous. “Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t,” he whispers, his voice thick with wicked promise. “That’s what makes it fucking intoxicating…the gamble, the risk. Every second with you like this, I want you trembling from the fear and need. Now open your mouth, Aria. Wet the barrel for me.”
My breath hitches, hesitation flickering, but then I open up. I feel the cold metal press lightly against my tongue as Jackson slowly moves the pistol, wetting the barrel with my saliva. The sensation is unlike anything I imagined… It's strange, electric, and intoxicating all at once.
“You’re fucking perfect like this, Aria,” Beau growls in my ear, his breath hot and heavy. “You crave the feel of something filling that mouth of yours, don’t you? You love how it stretches you."
The fear inside me melts away, replaced by a burning fire. Jackson pulls the gun from my mouth, his smile sharp and hungry, filled with a raw, possessive satisfaction. “Look at you, dripping and ready for me,” he growls. “You want this just as badly as I do, don’t you?”
He slides the cold metal between my breasts, tracing a slow path down my stomach. The touch sends shivers shooting through my spine, the smooth glide feather-light but charged.
When Jackson finally presses the cold barrel against my clit, he doesn’t rush at all. Instead, he starts with slow circles, letting the metal tease every nerve ending. The shock of cold presses into me, sending waves of aching pleasure through my belly. A soft, breathy moan escapes my lips before I can even catch it.
Beau’s voice slices through the haze above me. “Look at you, baby. So wet, so damn needy under our touch. You’re dripping just for us. Fuck, you’re such a dirty little thing.” His words wrap around me like a command, pulling me deeper into this delicious surrender.
My moans grow louder, the room filling with the sound of me unraveling. I’m lost, trembling under their control, every nerve ending alive with a hunger I can barely contain. Jackson leans in, his breath hot in my ear as he murmurs, “You love this, don’t you? Love how we fuck with yourhead and your body. We're going to make you cum all over the barrel of this gun. You’re so filthy and so fucking perfect, Aria.”
The barrel moves faster now, tracing fierce circles. I’m gasping and whining, my body arching and trembling, ready to shatter. Just when I think I’m about to fall over the edge, Jackson pulls the barrel away and slowly slides it inside me.
The cold steel presses deep, stretching me wide, making me gasp and shake under the weight of what's happening right now. My muscles clamp and pulse around the intrusion as I try to hold on to what's left of my sanity.
Beau’s fingers find my clit, rubbing in slow circles at first, then pressing harder, stroking in tight circles that make my skin flush. The contrast of Beau’s warm touch and the gun's cold, unyielding length inside me sends shockwaves racing through my body.
Jackson’s thrusts become brutal as he slams the metal into me with a force that steals my breath and rattles my core. I hear his ragged voice in my ear, rough with lust. “Look at you, baby. Falling apart for us, doing so goddamn good. You’re ours, all fucking ours.”
Beau’s voice drops to a growl, his fingers moving faster now. “Cum for us, Aria. Let go. Let it break you.”
The pleasure coils tighter and tighter, every nerve screaming. Jackson pounds harder, faster, and I’m on the brink, trembling and crying out. Then, everything shatters. My orgasm rips through me like a storm, wild and consuming. I scream as my body convulses, and I'm completely lost in a tidal wave of pleasure.
In that moment, nothing else matters but the fire inside me, the heat of their control, and the relentless need that burns away everything else. I’m theirs…broken, begging, and completely claimed.
Slowly, Jackson pulls the gun free, licking the barrel with a wicked grin before popping out the clip. His eyes gleam with dark amusement. “Hm, looky there,” he says. “It was loaded all along.”
I shrug, too breathless to care anymore. All I can do is try to catch my breath and process what just happened.
“Well,” I whisper, voice raw and shaky, “I guess you were right. Because now? I want you to do that again. And again. I think I could get used to carrying a gun around.”
Beau’s eyes light up, fire burning behind them. “Knew you’d see it my way. After one taste, we’re more than happy to oblige, baby. Now we just have to teach you how to shoot it.”
Chapter 5
