by Kit Rocha
She wasn't accustomed to being on this side of things. If this question had been asked before any of her previous sexual encounters, it had never been directed at her. She'd always been the temporary visitor, the guest. The reason they needed the rules.
It was arousing as hell. “No,” she whispered, tugging at his jacket, watching his eyes. “I know what's mine.”
His lips curled into a smug smile. “You'll use your safe word if anything is too much?”
“Yes.” She clenched her hand in the warm leather. “You should, too. If you need it.”
He dragged his fingers down her shoulder and hooked one under the edge of her dress, pulling it down. “How would you wait for Gia, if I wasn't here?”
“Naked. She'd like that.”
Hawk leaned down until his lips brushed her ear, and his words came on a low, sexy-as-hell growl. “Then do it, Jeni. Get naked.”
The shoes had to go first. Jeni bent to unbuckle them, acutely aware of Hawk's gaze on her. Then she straightened, stepped out of them, and reached for the side zipper of her dress. A slow, sexy unzipping was hard at the best of times, and her hands were already shaking. It only got worse when Hawk shrugged out of his jacket, his shoulders flexing as he moved, and dropped to the padded bench at the foot of the bed.
Her dress hit the floor, and she left it there. She had things to do—things like kneeling beside Hawk, the plush rug soft under her knees.
He stroked her hair, his touch as tender as the look in his eyes. “Tell me one thing you want from tonight. One fantasy.”
A gentle flush was already sweeping through her, warming her until her skin prickled and her nipples hardened. “I want to make you feel this good. I want to show you that I can.”
“How good do you feel? Show me.”
Jeni shivered as she eased her legs wider, baring herself a little more to his gaze but mostly to her own touch. She glided two fingers over her slick pussy, shivering again when she grazed her clit. Then she raised her hand, showing him the wetness that clung to her fingertips.
“So ready.” He caught her wrist and dragged her hand up, close enough for him to swirl his tongue around her fingers. “Does it turn you on so much, imagining trying to please both of us?”
“Yes.” She glanced at his lap, at the hard length of his cock still trapped in his jeans, and swayed closer. “What turns you on this much?”
“You.” Hawk caught her chin and tilted her head back. “Knowing Gia will see how sweet and obedient you are for me. Because no matter who's touching you, you're mine.”
There it was, the very edge of the darkness she craved. “That's it,” she whispered. “If I could have one thing tonight, it would be for you to let go. Whatever filthy thing you want, I'll make it beautiful for you.”
His chest heaved. His eyes blazed. But before he could respond, a soft knock sounded at the door. Hawk held her chin, held her gaze. “Come in.”
The door opened, but Jeni couldn't turn her head. She heard it close again, then the soft click of Gia's heels as she circled the edge of the carpet. “My, what a lovely sight.”
Jeni had been naked in front of Gia—for Gia—hundreds of times. But she'd never knelt for her. This was entirely new territory, and having it all happen under Hawk's hot, watchful gaze…
There it was again, the tingling, plucking at the parts of her that needed so much to give in.
“We talked,” Hawk said, his voice beautifully dark. “Jeni wants to be a sweet girl, do anything that pleases me.”
“Of course she does.” Gia's footsteps became muffled as she stepped onto the carpet, and Jeni could feel her behind her. “What would please you first?”
His thumb edged up over her lower lip, but this time he worked it into her mouth, onto her tongue. “Having you show me how hard I can fuck this sweet mouth.”
Jeni moaned, the sound subdued by his thumb, and laid her hand on his knee.
A light touch drifted over her hair, a moment before Gia asked, “May I?” Hawk nodded, and Jeni felt the brush of Gia's skirts on her bare back, sensuous silk that slid over her as Gia circled her and sank to the bench next to Hawk.
She was waiting, too. Not for Hawk to command her, but for Hawk to give her permission to command Jeni. Because they might be under Gia's roof, enjoying Gia's hospitality…
But Jeni belonged to Hawk.
The same realization flared in his eyes. His lips curved into a smug smile as he eased his thumb away and sat back. “Be good for Gia,” he murmured. “Obey her. Can you do that?”
There was nothing he couldn't ask of her. “Yes, sir.”
“Oh, Jeni.” Gia's voice held nothing but warmth as she stroked Jeni's cheek. “You shine for him, don't you? It's beautiful. Now open his pants, and we'll show him how much brighter you can glow.”
Her fingers skipped over his belt buckle. She stroked the soft fabric of his T-shirt, and he dragged it over his head. The warm lights burnished his skin, and Jeni stared at him as she undid his belt.
Gia's touch shifted to the collar at Jeni's throat. She traced the silver medallion with a smile. “I understand this now. It's charming, the way she matches you.”
Hawk's chest rumbled with something too low to be called laughter. “Charming isn't exactly what I'd call it. Hot as fuck, more like.”
“I imagine so.” Gia reached lower, stroking over the swell of Jeni's breast to circle one nipple. Jeni arched reflexively, seeking more, especially when Gia's next words rolled over her. “You should get her some clamps. They look so beautiful on her, and she squeals when they come off.”
Hawk stared at her breasts, already locked deep in the fantasy, so deep that Jeni felt it pulling at her, too. He could be so gentle, but there was another part of him, one that could be so deliciously rough. One that would pinch and tug and twist until she was sore as hell, on fire with possibility.
She popped open the button on his jeans and smoothed her hand over his caged erection as she reached for his zipper.
Gia's thumb and forefinger pinched tight without warning, turning the pain from her fantasy into shivery reality. Jeni's eyes fluttered shut, and her hands fumbled.
“Shh,” Gia soothed, rubbing away the sting with the pad of her thumb. “You see how little it can take to get a reaction? Pain isn't always about how much. Especially with someone so desperate to please.”
Hawk reached for Jeni's other breast, his fingers broader and rougher than Gia's, though they mirrored her slow caress. “Then what's it about?”
The toe of Gia's shoe nudged the inside of Jeni's knee, commanding her silently to spread her legs wider. “Knowing her, darling. When she needs you to break through what's holding her back, and when she's already so exposed that you can shatter her with the lightest touch.”
Hawk slid his free hand over Jeni's, pinning them both in place against his open fly and the erection straining behind it. “Open your eyes.”
She obeyed, her ears ringing, her heart thudding painfully.
His thumb circled her nipple, slow and taunting. He teased it to a taut, aching point, his gaze locked on her face as if she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. “You're exposed. Naked for us. Wet. We're going to play with until you can't take another second of it and beg to stop coming.” His fingers pinched tight, sparking bright pain through her. “And then I'll make you come one last time, just to please me.”
Jeni didn't fight it. She fell into it, embracing the way the pain buzzed along her nerve endings. She didn't make the choice to move, not consciously, but somehow she freed Hawk's cock, wrapped her hand around the thick base, and shuddered when he groaned and twisted, jolting her with another delicious wave of stinging pain.
Gia's fingers were cool on her flushed cheek. “Beautiful girl. You know what he wants. Don't make him tell you again.”
Tell, not ask, because nothing about this night would be as polite or simple as a request. Jeni bent her head and touched her tongue to the head of Hawk's cock. She licked
him in long strokes and short flicks, leaving him wet enough for her hand to glide easily, following as her tongue retreated.
Every caress trembled through him, but he held back until she looked up, met his eyes, and closed her lips around him.
“Fuck.” It exploded from him on a growl, and he thrust his hands into her hair, tangling the strands around his fingers until her scalp tingled.
Gia placed her hands over his. “Tighter. Sometimes the sweetest gift you can give her is to put her exactly where you want her to be. Don't make her guess. Let her relax and know she's pleasing you.”
He hesitated. They were poised at the edge of something, another cliff where he might turn away from his darker desires instead of indulging them.
Please. Jeni uncurled her fingers from his cock and touched his arm.
He clenched his fingers, and the tingle in her scalp turned into a burn. He held her gaze as he guided her head down until his dick was almost—almost—choking her and kept her there for an endless moment. When he finally pulled her back, it was with a harsh command. “Suck.”
His voice was equal parts desire and demand, only this time they weren't warring for control. They were in exquisite harmony as he pushed her down and hauled her up, teaching her the right rhythm, the one that would turn his wicked desires into perfect pleasure.
It was Gia who tilted the balance, luring Hawk deeper into fantasy with a husky suggestion. “You want to know how hard you can fuck this sweet mouth?” She dragged her nails lightly down Hawk's arm. “Stand up, darling, and find out. Because you're not there yet, not even close.”
Hawk dragged Jeni's head up as he rolled to his feet. She almost fell over, but steadied herself with one hand on his bare hip. He gave her a moment to settle herself, then cupped her cheek. “Is Gia right? Is it a gift, not having any choice now that you've decided to please me?”
Did he really not understand how arousing it was to be exactly what he needed? “The gift is having you trust me this much,” she told him softly.
His lips curved. “That's what I was going to say.” He pressed his thumb to her chin and guided her mouth open. “Gia?”
“Yes, darling?”
His smile widened. And even though he was speaking to Gia, the crude words were all for Jeni. “Hold her in place for me. I don't want her distracted from sucking my cock.”
Gia slipped from the bench and skated her fingernails up Jeni's spine as she settled at her side. “Arms back.”
Jeni was so entranced by Hawk's expression that she didn't move fast enough. Gia slapped her hip, forcing her to attention, and she folded her arms behind her back.
“I know, love.” Gia pinned her arms. The supple leather of Gia's bodice brushed Jeni's naked skin, evoking a shiver. “I know that's a beautiful cock, but you have to earn it, don't you?”
She was caged, trapped, but she still had her voice. “Every delicious inch.”
Hawk made a low noise. “Good girl,” he rasped, gripping his cock with one hand. The other pulled tighter in her hair, holding her head in place as he rubbed the crown across her lips. He groaned when he slid between them, pushing forward until her mouth grazed his fingers where they curled around his shaft.
It was nothing she couldn't handle, not even as deep as before. But there was something provocative about being held still while he moved. He could choke her, overwhelm her in pursuit of his pleasure, and she'd be helpless to stop him.
It was painfully erotic.
He eased back and then forward again, watching her face as he fucked into her. His speed increased, his fingers still around his shaft as a guard, but his thrusts were sharper now. Rougher. He dragged her to meet his advances, forcing her to sway with his rhythm.
“How wet is she?” he growled.
Oh, God.
Gia slid her free hand down Jeni's body, her touch familiar and knowing. She teased two fingers over her clit, just hard enough to leave Jeni chasing the caress, then thrust them deep into her pussy.
The sudden rush of pleasure screamed through Jeni. She whimpered and fluttered her tongue over Hawk's dick, silently begging him to hurry, please, hurry.
But Hawk had something else in mind. He waited as Gia worked a third finger into her, fucking them in and out until the slick sound of it filled the room. He waited, until Gia finally answered him. “She's so wet you'd drive all the way home with the first thrust.”
His chest heaving, Hawk dragged Jeni's head back. “Show me, Gia. Wrap those fingers around my dick and let me feel it.”
Jeni licked her lips and held her breath. Gia had slapped men for far less presumption than this—but now she only brushed a kiss to Jeni's temple and eased her fingers from her body. Her fingers glistened as she curled them around Hawk's cock and stroked him lazily.
Hawk hissed, and Jeni exhaled sharply. She'd never seen him so close to giving in. It was like every command he issued was a test, a tiny step further to see if she and Gia would balk. And when they didn't…
His face was tense with lust, every muscle in his strong body quivering. Jeni leaned in, pulling against his grip on her hair, and circled her tongue around the slippery head of his cock.
He shuddered. “Jeni—”
Gia dropped her hand. “Go on, Hawk. Give her what she wants.”
He did, dragging Jeni into a slow thrust that went on and on. He tasted like hunger, like her, and her rough moan was cut short when he drove deep enough to choke her. She swallowed him instead, working her throat around his cock.
Everything froze. Hawk's muscles turned to steel, the tension palpable as he let out a tortured groan. Gia stroked her cheek, murmuring encouragements and compliments that faded into white noise. Jeni stayed—her lungs burning, tears streaming out of her eyes. Willing the moment to last forever.
But it couldn't. Hawk pulled back with a hiss of loss, then thrust forward again, over and over, fucking her throat with a wildness that proved the last of his control had shredded away.
“Fuck—” The words began with his next thrust, short and breathless, filth falling from his lips with the fervency of a prayer. “So fucking good, taking all of me. Your hot mouth and pretty lips. Take it, Jeni. Take—fuck—”
So close to the edge. Jeni wanted to reach for him, to hold him as he tipped headfirst over it, but she was still trapped in Gia's arms. Hawk came with a harsh groan, spilling hot and thick across her tongue with every desperate, jerky thrust.
He stilled finally, and Gia stroked Jeni's cheek, wiping away tears. “There you go, sweet girl. You did so well. Didn't she, Hawk?”
His knees folded, and he sank to the carpet in front of her. “So perfect,” he agreed in a hoarse voice, cupping her other cheek. “Better than any fantasy.”
She tilted her face to his touch and let the peace of the moment wash over her. She knew she was a wreck—tangled hair, smeared makeup, a sheen of sweat covering her skin—but when he looked at her like that, it didn't matter. Nothing did.
She felt perfect.
He kissed her, teased his tongue over her lower lip, coaxing her to open for him. She floated on the slow, lazy kiss until he gripped her chin and turned her toward Gia.
Softer lips. A quicker tongue. Gia kissed with an edge, with scraping teeth and the bite of fingernails at the back of her neck, promising pleasure inseparable from pain. They traded her back and forth, kissing and stroking and petting and praising, until—
Jeni opened her eyes. Hawk was kissing Gia, his open mouth slanted over hers. His tongue flashed as he coaxed her lips wider, and a quick pulse of lust rocked Jeni. Watching him like this was a kind of torment, one that came with its own reward. She was always so wound up when he touched her, aching for relief, that she could never fully appreciate his raw animal appeal.
She appreciated the hell out of it now, watching him turn it on Gia. Gia, who had been touching her all night, who had given Hawk more than anyone could have asked for already.
Gia, who had done it all just for Jeni.
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Her head was tilted, baring the vulnerable line of her throat. Jeni licked a path up the side of Gia's neck, over her jaw, then touched her tongue to their joined lips. “This is what I want now.”
Hawk broke away. “What, sweetheart?”
She tangled her fingers in his hair, then stroked the back of his neck. “It's Gia's turn.”
Gia shook her head. “That's sweet, love, but unnecessary. Tonight isn't about me.”
“Bullshit,” Hawk rumbled, rising slowly to his feet. He loomed above them as he lazily refastened his pants, then extended a hand to Gia. After a pause, she accepted it and allowed Hawk to help her up. Jeni stayed where she was, watching as the delicate moment played out.
Hawk stroked Jeni's disheveled hair. “Tonight is about Jeni. She wants to get you off. I want to get you off. Let us.”
Not quite an order, but more than a request. And Hawk meant it—he wanted to see Gia satisfied. Not just because Jeni wanted it, but because he wasn't the type of person who would use someone in pursuit of his own pleasure without offering pleasure in return. Not even if they were willing.
Not even if they expected it.
Gia framed his face, her lips softening into a sweet smile. “No wonder you're wild about him,” she murmured. “He's exquisite, Jeni.”
“I know.” He was gorgeous—and he was hers.
Gia moved toward the bed, and Hawk extended his hand again. When Jeni slipped her fingers into his, he pulled her up against him. The hair on his chest chafed over her breasts, and his jeans scraped teasingly against her bare thighs. “Did you leave things here? Floggers, whips?”
Her breath seized in her chest. “All of that.”
“Show me.”
She walked to the cabinet set along the far wall. It was just another piece of furniture in the same sophisticated style as the rest of the room. But inside lay all the items the O'Kanes displayed so brashly—leather and suede and steel, all locked away, waiting.
Hawk traced the supple leather of one whip before dragging his fingers through the falls of a deerskin flogger. “Join Gia on the bed. I'll pick something.”