Asher shifts the toy inside me at the same time as he presses down on my belly again, and the need to come is so strong I can barely breathe.
Or maybe that’s the dick resting inside my throat.
Regardless, it takes everything in me not to spontaneously combust, but a whine does slip free, earning me a rough laugh from both men.
Rowan pulls my focus away from my imminent orgasm, pressing deep and forcing me to breathe through my nose. “I’m so fucking close, Hannah. You ready for my cum all over your perky tits, baby girl?”
I moan around his hard length, earning me a rough groan. His hands cup my cheek and throat as he increases the speed of his thrusts.
Tears roll down my cheeks, but I can’t tell if it’s from the intense pleasure gathering in my core or the lack of oxygen. Probably a bit of both.
The pressure against my lower stomach increases slightly as Asher presses the toy inside me against the front wall of my pussy, and I can’t hold it anymore.
“Come right now, Hannah. Right fucking now,” Asher barks out the order, but he didn’t need to. It was happening whether he gave me permission or not, consequences be damned.
A scream tries to escape, but the cock lodged inside my throat stops the sound from vocalizing. Every nerve in my body is on fire, pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt bursting through every cell, and I allow it to wash over me.
I’m vaguely aware of wetness between my thighs, of Asher’s gentle praises, and Rowan’s cock being pulled from my throat a moment before hot ropes of cum splash across my breasts and stomach, but I can’t focus on any of it. Not while I float through the darkness, my body more at ease than I can ever recall it being.
I had more orgasms than I could handle just last night, and yet this one feels like it had been building from months of denial.
My release finally starts to ease after what feels like an eternity, but I’m still floating, still blissfully oblivious to the rest of the world as one of my men gathers me against his chest, murmuring words of praise and reassurance against the shell of my ear.
A cool straw presses to my lips, and I take a long pull from the sweet drink. Electrolytes, I think. But I surrender to the men who hold my heart.
Because for the first time in my life, I know with absolute certainty that no harm will come to me when I let go of the reins.
CHAPTER FIFTY
ROWAN
“Good girl. Drink a little more for us.” Asher holds the straw to her lips, and she takes another long pull.
I’m fucking spent. The feel of Hannah’s throat squeezing my cock as she fell over the edge was pure bliss, and I just about passed out by the time my release was covering her perfect body.
Once I’ve regained the use of my legs, I climb onto the bed beside them, brushing my fingers down her cheek, in awe of how perfectly she fits between us.
Our perfect match in every way.
Asher pulls the glass away and places it down on the bedside table, half the contents gone. He wraps both arms around her and holds her tightly against him.
“You’re perfect,” I say softly, brushing my thumb along her bottom lip.
Hannah blinks up at me, her eyes full of affection despite being glazed over.
“You did so good, Little Doe,” Asher adds, pressing a sweet kiss to the temple.
One of the things I regret most about his upbringing is the lack of softness he received.
I tried my best, but I wouldn’t consider myself nurturing, and that rubbed off on him. I made a point of teaching him how to be a good man—how to treat people with respect, how to be kind to strangers, and how to navigate complicated emotions.
A welcome consequence of raising him as a single father is that he never grew up thinking any roles within the home were gender specific, and when he reached high school and all his friends started taking an interest in girls, consent and respect for women were drilled into him.
But despite all of that, he was raised without a gentle hand, and I worried that all those values I’d cultivated wouldn’t be enough.
And yet here he is, an ex-MMA fighter who looks every bit as menacing as that career required, with blood on his hands, both legal and illegal. But when it comes to Hannah? There’s nothing but love and affection, and I know with absolute certainty that there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for her.
There’s a part of me that has always considered that I should just let them have one another. I have twenty years on Hannah. What kind of future can I offer her? Is it fair of me to let her love me the way I do her, knowing my time will be up long before hers?
