I swallow, and he groans low in his throat, his fingers pulsing tighter for a second. I stare up at him, my heart thundering in my ears.
“Do that again,” he commands.
“What?”
“Swallow,” he orders. “When you swallow with my hand around your throat, it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”
I obey, and he closes his eyes and takes a deep, shuddering breath. At last, he moves his hand from my throat, slowly down over one of my breasts. He thumbs my nipple through the fabric of Lennox’s shirt.
“You ever sucked a guy’s cock?” he asks, his fingers closing around my nipple.
I shake my head, gasping when he tugs gently.
He smirks down at me. “Didn’t think so.”
“Is that what you want?” I whisper, my throat thick with trepidation.
“I want everything,” he says. “But not tonight. Tonight’s for you.”
“It is?”
He leans down, flicking the tip of his tongue over my lower lip. “Still think I hate you?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper honestly. I don’t go around kissing randos on the regular, but even I know that kissing someone doesn’t mean you like them. At least not for guys like him.
For me? Yeah, maybe.
He angles his face to one side, burying it in my hair, his hot breath on my neck making waves of shivery longing spread through me.
“Roll over, and I’ll show you,” he murmurs into my neck. Wrapping an arm around me, and he scoots me into the curve of his body, rolling me onto my side again. I wince at the pain from my bruises, but I quickly forget them when he turns me so I’m facing Lennox.
His eyes are open, and he’s watching us, not moving.
Shame floods through me. How long has he been awake?
Maddox pushes his hips against me, and I can feel the steel ridge of his erection pressed firmly to my ass. He nudges my head, and I lift it. Lennox moves his arm from under it, and Maddox slips his massive bicep under my head like a pillow. Instead of cradling it there, he bends his arm and grips the hair on top of my head, fisting it until my scalp burns. He pushes his hips against mine again, and I gulp, my pulse fluttering at the sensation of being maneuvered this way.
He’s taken complete control by holding my head gripped in his massive arm like he’s going to try to crush my skull with his powerful muscles. I feel like a puppet, like my body is no longer under my jurisdiction. It’s an object for giving and receiving pleasure, whatever he wants to do to it while he has it in his power.
He nips the skin on my jaw, my ear, my throat, his huge body rhythmically rocking against mine, his cock throbbing against me with each push.
I meet Lennox’s eyes, wondering if he can see the terror in mine, if he’s going to stop his brother. I don’t think I can stop him. If he wants me, he’ll take me. My head is clamped in his grip, and there’s no way I could free myself if I tried. And I’m not sure he’d stop if I told him to.
Lennox folds his arm under his head and rolls toward me, so he’s only a few inches away, watching me try not to freak out. I can see his other hand moving under the blanket, but I can’t see what he’s doing. If he touches me, I might lose control entirely, scream for help. But he only watches, his breath coming almost as quick as mine.
Maddox’s hand moves down the front of my body, dipping between my legs, and I’m sure he can feel how wet I am. Humiliation floods through me.
“Maddox,” I gasp, squirming against his hand as it massages me through my pants.
“Does that feel good?” he purrs in my ear, cupping me from the front while he grinds his cock into my ass from behind. “Say it, little girl. Tell me how good it feels.”
“Yes,” I whisper, closing my eyes and drawing a breath through shaking lips.
He eases off, his arms relaxing to cradle me more gently than the forceful way he was, his grip loosening in my hair, his hips moving back from mine. “We’re not going to fuck you with our cocks tonight,” he says, laying a soft kiss just below my ear. “Relax, little girl. We just want to make you feel good. I’ll fuck you like this another night, when you’re ready.Si?”
I nod, my pulse still fluttering frantically. My eyes meet Lennox’s, searching for the same promise from him. He nods and brings his hand from under the blanket to stroke a strand of hair off my damp cheek where Maddox was kissing. “Trust us?”
I swallow and then slowly nod. Lennox smiles and scoots in, and I can feel the heat of his rigid cock through the thin material of my pants. His lips meet mine, his kiss gentle and coaxing, bringing me back to them after Maddox’s overly domineering treatment spooked me. Lennox’s hand cups my breast, massaging until my nipples harden and I squirm for more, for him to squeeze my nipple the way his brother did.