I walked us backward until I felt the wall against Lori's back. Then I really let go. Hammered into her with enough force to make the wall shake, her body trapped between me and the unforgiving surface, her legs locked around my waist as she took everything I gave her.
“Touch yourself,” I told her. “Make yourself come.”
Her hand found her clit, fingers working frantically while I continued fucking her. I felt her getting close, felt her inner walls tightening around my cock, her breathing turning desperate. Then she shattered, crying out my name or maybe just crying out, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her.
I pulled out before I could follow. My cock was slick with her release, throbbing with the need to finish, but I wasn't done yet.
“Good,” Harrow said. “Now Damian. On the bed. I want to watch you take him apart.”
Hands guided me back to the bed. I felt Damian beneath me, his body smaller and more delicate than Lori's, his breathing quick with nervousness or anticipation. I ran my hands over him, mapping his shape through touch alone. Narrow hips. Smooth chest. His cock hard where it lay against his stomach.
“He's already prepared,” Harrow said. “Stretched and slicked. Just take him.”
I positioned myself between Damian's legs, felt his thighs trembling as I pushed them wider. My cock found his entrance, pushed inside with resistance that gave way to impossible tightness. He gasped, his body tensing around me, his hands gripping my forearms hard enough to bruise.
“Breathe,” I told him. “Relax. Let me in.”
He tried. I felt his muscles loosening incrementally, felt my cock sliding deeper until I was buried completely. Then I started moving. Slow at first, letting him adjust, then faster as his body opened for me.
“Harder,” Damian begged. “Please. I can take it.”
I gave him what he wanted. Fucked him with brutal focus, my hips snapping forward with enough force to drive him up the bed, his moans turning into broken sounds that might have been words or might have been pure sensation. His hole gripped me with devastating pressure, hot and tight and perfect around my cock.
Then I felt Harrow behind me. His chest against my back, his cock pressing against my ass, his hands gripping my hips. “Keep going,” he breathed in my ear. “Don't stop.”
He didn't enter me. Just ground against me, his cock sliding between my ass cheeks while I continued fucking Damian. The sensation was overwhelming. Damian's body beneath me, Harrow's against me, hands and mouths and heat surrounding me from every direction.
Lori joined us. I felt her hands on my chest, her mouth on my neck, her teeth scraping my pulse point. Someone's hand wrapped around Damian's cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts. He came with a shout, his body clamping down on my cock with enough force to make me see stars even through the blindfold.
I followed. Couldn't stop it. My orgasm ripped through me with devastating force, made me bury myself as deep as possible in Damian's body, made me fill him with heat until it leaked out around my cock and onto the sheets. I collapsed forward, crushing Damian beneath my weight, my body shaking with aftershocks.
Harrow's hand stroked my back. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “Absolutely fucking beautiful.” His cock was still hard against my ass, grinding slowly, seeking friction. “One more thing.”
He pulled me up, positioned me on my hands and knees beside Damian. Then I felt slick fingers at my entrance, pressing inside me. I tensed involuntarily.
“Relax,” Harrow commanded. “You've earned this.”
The fingers stretched me, worked me open with experienced patience. Then they withdrew, replaced by the blunt pressure of his cock. He pushed inside slowly, giving me time to adjust to the intrusion, to the burning stretch that walked the line between pain and pleasure.
“That's it,” he breathed. “Take it. All of it.”
He fucked me slowly at first, then faster, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave fingerprints. Lori appeared beneath me, positioned herself so my cock hung above her face. She licked the sensitive head, tasting the mixture of Damian's release and my own, her tongue working with devastating attention while Harrow continued pounding into me from behind.
I couldn't think. Could barely breathe. Just existed in the moment, in the overwhelming sensation of being used and using simultaneously, of bodies moving together without pause or mercy.
Harrow came with a guttural sound, buried deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he filled me. He collapsed against my back, his weight driving me down onto Lori, his breathing harsh in my ear.
“Fucking perfect,” he muttered. “You're hired.”
The words barely registered. I stayed there, pinned beneath Harrow's weight, surrounded by bodies and heat and the aftermath of what we'd done. My mind tried to catalogue it, tried to fit it into the framework of investigation and intelligence gathering, tried to make sense of the fact that I'd just fucked two people and been fucked by the man I'd been hunting for three years.
This better be worth it.
Harrow finally moved. Pulled out carefully, his hands gentling as he helped me roll onto my back. “Damian, clean him up,” he instructed. “Lori, yourself. I need to make a call.”
The blindfold stayed on. I heard footsteps, a door opening and closing. Felt warm cloth cleaning me with quiet efficiency. Damian's hands, shaking slightly. Then Lori's softer touch, wiping down my chest and thighs.
“You can take that off now,” Damian whispered, touching the blindfold. “He's gone.”
