“Yes, Sir,” Hannah agrees.
I waste no time crouching behind her to release her ankles, giving her soft skin a quick massage as soon as the leather cuffs are out of the way.
Her scent assaults me, and I can’t help myself. I need a taste. Just a little taste to tie me over until this is all over and I can finally reveal who I am.
I slip the mask up onto the top of my head, and Asher’s eyes widen as he watches me from where he’s releasing one of her wrists from the cuffs.
Before he can say anything, I tug her hips backward and press my face against her sweet cunt from behind, lapping at her sweetness like a man starved. Hell, I am at this point. I haven’t been with another woman since I first met Hannah, and it’s been a long fucking five years waiting for her.
Her moans are a symphony in my ears as Asher holds her chin up, ensuring she doesn’t drop her eyes and catch sight of me in one of the mirrors around the room. “Sir,” she whines, her release barreling toward her, and as desperate as I am to give her exactly what she wants, I pull back at the last second, delivering a quick slap to her pussy, which drags a cry from her throat. “Oh fuck.”
I slip my mask back into place and stand as Asher frees her other wrist.
Hannah turns and immediately drops to her knees, parting them slightly in the perfect show of submission. She folds her arms behind her back so she’s not tempted to use them.
Such a good girl.
I run my fingers through her long auburn curls the way I’ve craved a million times in the last five years.
She gazes up at me with nothing but trust in her eyes, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s Asher’s presence that’s putting her at ease, or if subconsciously she knows I’ll keep her safe the same way he will.
CHAPTER EIGHT
HANNAH
When I was thinking about how tonight would play out, I never imagined I would feel so at ease at the center of two men’s attention. And yet neither of them has looked anywhere but at me, and I haven’t faltered once.
I’d even go as far as to say I like it.
I stare up into my stranger’s eyes and, not for the first time, find familiarity in the depths of the ice. There’s something in them that I recognize, but without seeing his face, I can’t put my finger on it.
Perhaps that should have me stopping this before it can go any further, but I don’t want to. I want to see where this goes, and I want to know what it feels like to be pinned between these two imposing men.
I watch with keen interest as he unbuckles his slacks slowly, his perfectly fitted suit still hugging his hard body as he frees his impressive length that has my mouth watering.
I’ve always loved sucking cock, but ever since I met Asher, it’s become one of my favorite parts of sex. Bringing a man ashuge as him to his knees with nothing more than my mouth is as powerful as I’ve ever felt, and somehow, I think my stranger might top that feeling.
I drop my lips open and stare up at him, waiting for permission before I take him into my mouth, but instead, he guides the tip around my lips, leaving behind a trail of salty pre-cum that I immediately lap up.
A soft moan escapes my throat as the flavor of him explodes across my taste buds, and his eyes shoot up to meet mine. The mask hides most of his lips, but I swear there’s a smirk tugging at them.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Asher stripping out of his suit, dropping items onto the chair in the corner as he keeps his hungry gaze set on us.
The stranger presses his thumb to my bottom lip and a moment later replaces it with his hard cock, slipping it into my mouth in a quick movement.
“Oh fuck,” he groans as his head tips back, and he stares up at the ceiling above us. “Your mouth is fucking sin, sweetheart.” His fingers sink into my hair and hold me in place as he presses further forward until his tip nudges the back of my throat. “That’s it, Hannah, you’re taking me so well.”
I moan around him, lapping at the underside of his cock as he pulls back slightly and surges forward again, this time slipping past my gag reflex and making my eyes water.
He curses, and I meet his eyes as he snaps his hips back and forth in short thrusts. “You’re going to make me come if you keep that up, Hannah.”
A smile tips up the corners of my lips, desperate to give him as much pleasure as I can.
He presses forward again, and this time when tears gather at the corners of my eyes, they fall against my cheeks, his gaze tracking each one with quiet satisfaction. “Mm, you’re so prettywith my cock in your mouth, but when you cry for me?” He pauses and grasps my hair, wrenching me back until his cock pops free. “You’re fucking breathtaking.”
I don’t get a chance to respond before he thrusts back into my mouth, and this time there’s nothing slow or controlled about his movements. He fucks my face ruthlessly, and I hold on to my arms to stop myself from grasping his hips. Not to push him away, but to drag him closer.
Tears leak from my eyes freely, and I make no attempt to stop them, not when they seem to be fueling the icy fire.
