“No...” I moaned when Brandon started sucking on my breasts, alternating between sweet suckles and almost bites. It was all happening so quick, pleasure rampaging through my body. I fought their holds, my whole body twitching as they pushed me higher and higher. Then, Hawk shoved his fingers in.
“Oh fuck!” My hands clawed at the bed as he worked those two fingers in and out.
“Add another if you’re going to fuck her,” Brandon said, jerking his head up.
I was about to whinge, complain, tell him to shut the fuck up, when Hawk did. I went rigid at the sudden intrusion, the stretch taking my body a second to decide whether it was good or bad. Good, I quickly realised. Then, he curled his fingers up.
Fuck, I was coming. They moved over me, wringing every last drop of pleasure out of me, but it all just melded into some kind of mass of sensation. I felt a rush as the spasms washed through me, and when I opened my eyes, everyone stared at the glow in my chest.
“Please,” I said. “I need you.”
Hawk nodded, Jack scrambling onto the bed, cock in hand. “I wanna see your pussy stretched around his dick so badly,” he said, stroking his. His eyes went wide when I replaced it with mine, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as I stroked.
“Go slow. Be careful,” Brandon said.
“Brandon...” I had been about to tell him to back off. Sometimes, it felt like we were all just sex dolls that he wanted to rearrange to have safe, safe sex. I rolled my head back as Hawk moved between my thighs and looked up into those grey eyes. “You want to make sure I’m OK.”
“Always, love. There’s so much going on and so many moving parts....”
I took my hand in his, his voice trailing away.
“You’ll take things slow, won’t you, Hawk? You’re going to take your time working that fat cock up inside me?”
“Right up until you can take every inch,” he replied.
“That cool?”
I saw it then, a flash of gratitude that made me wonder how the fuck Brandon was going to cope when we went through the gate, but he grabbed my hand and then spoke to Jack.
“Stroke her clit while he’s doing it. She’ll enjoy it so much more.”
Hawk took some of the lube from Jack and worked it on his cock, smiling when he saw my rapt inspection. I imagined his hand slowed down to make it a show of it, but pretty quickly, he was between my legs. God, my head fell back as I felt that big blunt crown rubbing against me.
“Oh, God...”
He was gentle, but that didn’t lessen the impact of the intrusion. Brandon was right, this was a bit more than I was used to first up, and I felt the stretch. But he only moved forward in a series of small, rocking motions, the head of his cock dragging hard against my front wall and creating a deep burning ache inside me.
“Fuck, look at you inside her,” Jack said. His dick pulsed in my hand, but it was almost forgotten. His eyes took in every flex of Hawk’s hips, every shift of mine, his eyes scanning, scanning, until he grabbed Hawk’s face and thrust his tongue down his throat.
Fuuuck... I watched every moment of the kiss, loving the way those strong muscular hands clasped Hawk’s head, the hard grind of their lips together.
“It’s hot, isn’t it?” Brandon asked. My head jerked back, but he smiled. “It’s a privilege, to see two people who love each other so much kiss like that.”
“What about you?” I went to reach for him, but he shook his head, circling my nipple with the tip of his finger.
“Not yet. It’s not time.”
“Not time? You’re always saying shit like that. How do you know when is the right time?”
I didn’t get an answer, as Hawk surged forward and my mouth fell open. They were a well-coordinated team—Jack stroking my clit and keeping an intense simmering pleasure going there as Hawk moved deeper and deeper. Both grinned like little boys at the panting sounds of pleasure I was making, ones that only got louder when they leaned over and kissed again. By the time Hawk had buried himself, I was gone. My brain was offline, and I could no longer process the massive overload of sensation. Then, he began to move, and I was lost. The room, the guys, everything dropped away until it was just this driving sensation, in and out of me, over and over. And my body welcomed it. It surrendered, opened to this external force, and then just as our wolves had joined each other in the run, we moved as one. Was Hawk fucking me, or was I rocking him? It didn’t matter. We were one in that moment, the other parts of ourselves adjuncts, drawing us along, all of us, moving, moving.
“Fuck, Jules. I’m gonna come. You’re so fucking tight.”
I pulled him down on top of me, so that we almost slithered together rather than fucked. My nails dug into his shoulders, my jaws opening, the venom burning in my mouth.
“Jules!” Brandon’s, Jack’s voices were one warning growl. I balke
d at it, feeling Hawk growing harder and harder. I rolled us on the bed, his eyes going wide as I took the dominant position. I rode him like my Tirian ran, long galloping strokes, faster and faster, until something swelled hard inside me.