“You gotta stop saying shit like that, or I’m going to come in my pants before my cock gets anywhere near your ass.”
“You don’t like it when I talk about you fucking my ass, Sir?” I pout.
Rowan flexes his fingers around my throat, and my core clenches with need. As if every step with the plug inside me doesn’t have me riled enough, the light choking might just send me over the edge. “Are you feeling bratty, Hannah?”
I manage a slight nod as my bottom lip disappears between my teeth.
“Mm, you know what brats get?” He doesn’t wait for my response before he guides me to my knees with the wall at my back. “Brats get their pretty faces fucked and their makeup ruined.”
Asher crouches down beside me, helping me get into a position, but it’s not until soft silk touches my wrists that I realize he’s using his tie to secure my hands behind my back. The bind isn’t exactly loose, but it’s not tight either, and I’m pretty sure I could slip them if I really wanted to.
“Color?” he asks.
“Green,” I reply.
He presses a soft kiss to my lips before pushing himself to his feet.
In the time it’s taken for Asher to get me settled, Rowan’s gotten his belt undone and his cock bobs between us, making me desperate to take him, but I wait for permission like a good girl. I plan on being pretty fucking bratty tonight, so I have to get some brownie points where I can.
“You gonna let me fuck your throat, little brat?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And then you’re going to let Asher fuck your ass while I take your tight little cunt?”
His filthy words have me desperate to press my legs together to ease the ache settling between them.
“Yes, Sir,” I moan.
Without warning, he steps forward and presses his cock to my lips, and I open without hesitation, desperate for his taste.
He doesn’t warm me up to it, doesn’t give me a few inches at a time. He pushes his hips forward until the head of his cock presses against the back of my throat.
“Good girl,” he groans. “Relax for me, baby. Let me in.”
I do my best to do as he says, forcing my body to accept the intrusion.
His fingers fist into my hair, holding me in place as he feeds me more of his hard length until he’s fully seated, the short trail of hair from his stomach to his cock brushing against my nose.
I lap at the underside of his hardness, earning me a rough groan that has me desperate to press my thighs together.
“You’re too good at that, Hannah,” he praises, flexing his fingers against my scalp. “You’re going to have me blowing all over your pretty face if you’re not careful.”
God, I want that. I want that so fucking bad. But I also want them both inside me, moving together, filling me to my limits. I want to know what it feels like to be stretched and used for their pleasure in a way I haven’t been before.
“Not tonight, Little Doe,” Asher rumbles as he crouches beside me. “Tonight we’re going to fill you in a whole different way.”
I suck in a breath as Rowan retreats for a moment, but the reprieve is short-lived as he presses forward again.
“You look so pretty with his cock in your throat,” Asher praises. “You like being a whore for us, don’t you, baby?”
I moan around Rowan’s thick length. I’m convinced they could make me come from their filthy words alone.
“I know you do, Little Doe. You were made to be our toy, and we fully intend on playing with you for the rest of our lives.” He drags his fingers up my bare thigh, not pausing until they press to my throbbing clit.
“Our needy little slut is soaking wet,” he tells Rowan as he circles the tight bundle of nerves.
“I bet she is. She always is when she’s on her knees for us.” His short thrusts pick up speed, and I focus on keeping my body relaxed and breathing through my nose.
