And then he takes his hands away. I groan in frustration.
“Not fucking yet. I'm not done with you.”
“Please.”
With ease, he flips me over, onto my back on the bed. Gripping my thighs, he pulls me right up to the edge and pushes my legs back. My hands are trapped under me. I want to tear myself free so I can pull him over me, into me, but his knots are too tight. With one hand he holds my ankle, and with the other, he strokes himself.
“Maybe I should give you another baby.” He taps the tip of himself right on my mound, only a couple inches from my entrance. His voice is hoarse. “Do it fucking right this time.”
That thought doesn't scare me as much as it probably should. But I've already been through it once, and Izzy's perfect. This time, I'd have all four of them here. And—
No, I'm not ready for it, and Hawk, despite his threat—promise?—knows it. He chuckles softly. “Not this time. But fuck, now that I've got that in my head… Izzy needs a fucking little brother or sister.” The husky way he says that… well, now I'm suddenly not so sure I'm not ready after all.
He tugs open the drawer in his nightstand and pulls out a foil packet. For a split second I consider telling him to leave it, but no. I'm not going to make that decision in the heat of the moment. I watch eagerly as he pulls it on, though, then gives himself a couple of strokes to make sure it's in place.
But instead of just driving himself into me, he kneels on the floor instead, right between my legs. “Oh.”
“Just making sure you're ready. I'm not going to be fucking gentle,” he explains. Then he slides his tongue into me.
He's as skilled as the others. Is there a class for this? No wonder girls line up to be sluts. It's like he knows my pussy better than I do. His broad tongue explores my folds, dips inside, then drags my slickness right up to my clit where it dances over and around it. My legs shake and I gasp as he teases me open, then covers me with broad swipes. His fingers dig into my thighs as he holds me in place. I bite my lips so I don't scream.
“I could eat this fucking pussy all night,” he growls.
“Okay,” I whisper. I'm not going to last all night, though. As my heart pounds and my pulse rushes, the heat between my legs threatens to overflow. I already feel like I'm floating above the mattress, my back arching as I push myself against his hungry mouth. My toes curl, my nipples are so tight they hurt, and his tongue is relentless. “Hawk, I'm gonna—”
I go over the edge, and as soon as I release my guttural moan, he stands up and pushes all of himself into me in one determined thrust.
Oh my God.
Grabbing my ankles, he places them on his shoulders as he planks over me and pounds his big cock into my clenching pussy. He drives me right through the orgasm. His hard piercing is a smooth bump that keeps rubbing against just the right spot to keep me coming and coming under him. My stomach aches from clenching, and I can't even tell which groans are mine and which are his.
“Fuck,” he hisses, over and over as he drives into me, and just as I'm finally coming down from my finish, he pushes deep and groans from the bottom of his broad chest.
I know he's just filling the condom, but now that the thought is in my head, I feel like I almost go off again. What are these guys doing to me?
He remains over me, in me, longer than might be safe. He's still hard, so deliciously hard inside me, but it can't last forever. “Hawk.”
“Mmm.”
“My arms are falling asleep.”
He's off me in a moment and rolls me over. “Fuck,” he says as he unties me.
“I'm okay.”
“We’re going to need a safe word.” He checks me in spite of my reassurances, making sure there’s no real damage. Then he pulls me up against him so I can cuddle against his chest while he holds me. I yank his covers up over us, even if it means covering him up.
I snuggle up, nice and warm. “Are we okay now?”
“Yeah. We're okay.” A pause, and then, “I'm sorry.”
I push off to look at him in shock. “You're apologizing? To me?”
“Don’t look so shocked. I was being an ass. I got a shitty deal, but you're nothing like my mother. You did what you thought was right. It wasn't the same. I let my own shit get in the way.”
“I'm sorry too. I understand why you were angry.”
“Okay, we’re both fucking sorry. Enough.”