“Can I please come?” Hannah sobs, her body trembling with her desire.
I meet Rowan’s eye over her shoulder, and he gives a jerky nod. “Once you’ve taken the plug, you’re allowed to come.”
Withdrawing my fingers, I reach for the plug and cover it in a thick coat of lube before pressing it to her puckered hole.
“You ready, Han?”
“Yes.” The tremble in her voice makes my cock ache, and if the veins popping out of Rowan’s neck are anything to go by, his own release is moments away.
Without being asked, she drags in a shaky breath, holds it for a beat, and then releases, allowing me to push the plug into place.
“Oh fuck,” she cries out, burying her face into Rowan’s throat.
He wraps his arms around her, holding her in place as he grinds her down on his cock. “Come for us, baby,” he commands.
I slap a hand down on her ass, and the combination of that, the friction on her clit, and the plug is all it takes to throw her over the edge.
Her cries of pleasure have my free hand giving my cock a few rough pumps as she drags Rowan over the edge with her.
“Hannah,” he growls out through a clenched jaw, his grip on her tightening as his orgasm hits him.
Lucky bastard.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
ROWAN
Ihaven’t come in my boxers since before Asher was born, and yet Hannah spends one night between us, and she’s got me breaking my streak.
The way she clung to me, her body trembling with need, the way she allowed me to be her safe place as she ground down on my cock, was all it took to take me over the edge with her.
Add that to the fact that I haven’t fucked another woman since the first time I saw her, and I was a goner.
It wasn’t a conscious choice not to sleep with anyone while I waited for a time when we could make her ours. It just came naturally.
No one piqued that same interest, and I found I was happier with my own hand than with the idea of touching someone else.
Asher tried to fuck Hannah out of his system for a while, but it was a pointless task that he eventually accepted the same way I had.
There was only one woman who could give us what we needed, and in the meantime, we were more than capable of taking care of ourselves.
Asher is just the lucky motherfucker who got to have her first, who had months to fuck her, to explore every inch of her sweet body, to learn what drives her crazy.
“See what you do to me, Hannah?” I murmur against the shell of her ear. “Your pretty pussy made me come in my pants.”
Her cheeks heat, and she buries her face deeper in my throat.
Asher disappears into the bathroom and returns a moment later with two washcloths, one that he tosses to me, and the other that he uses to gently clean up our girl.
When he’s satisfied, he crawls up the bed and drops down next to us, his head resting in his hand. “You okay, Little Doe?”
She nods.
“Words, Hannah,” I remind her.
“Yes, I’m okay.”
“Good girl.” I brush my hands down her back, reveling in the feel of her bare skin beneath my palms.
