Scream My Name

by Kimberly Kaye Terry

  He would do anything it took to claim her.

  But just once.

  “But, it will never happen again, Danita. I will not tolerate another man touching you. Ever,” he said, lifting her face, wiping the tears from her eyes. “You are mine,” he said, waiting for her response.

  She closed her eyes, and unable to speak for long moments, rested her cheek against his heart. She felt Hawk’s heart beating as strongly and loudly as hers against her naked face. He wiped the lone tear that had escaped out of the corner of her eyes with the roughened pad of thumb, and the look in his dark eyes was so intense, so filled with…God, love, Danita wanted to run away from the power of its intensity.

  What she’d allowed to happen—what she’d longed to happen in her fantasies—he’d given to her. What would he think of her, that she’d enjoyed another man’s mouth on her and wanted to know—just once—what it would feel like to have two men make love to her at the same time?

  “Why?” She needed to know why he’d brought another into their lovemaking. She had to know his reasoning for allowing such a thing to happen. If he cared for her as much as his eyes, his words, his actions had shown over the last weeks of their relationship, why would he allow this—invite another man to share her?

  “It’s for you sweetheart. Everything I do will now and always will be for you. No one else.” The look of an emotion she refused to name shone so brightly in his eyes, it forced Danita to turn her head away, unable to accept what she saw.

  “But you have to be the one to say you want this. Only you, Danita,” he said, his thumbs caressing each side of her face gently.

  Taking a deep breath, her heart racing loudly to her own ears, she mutely nodded her head in assent and lay her head back down on his chest.

  Hawk gently cradled her in his arms and carried her the small distance to the bed where he lay her down. Turning away from her, he opened the side drawer and withdrew a prophylactic, and sheathed his thick erection before lying down beside her.

  Danita felt the mattress dip behind her and knew that Gregory had joined them on the bed. Goose bumps feathered across her naked body and she fought the desire to cover herself with her arms, to hide her body from the hot gaze she felt searing her back.

  Licking her lips, she looked up at Hawk, the only lumination coming from the slow burning candles in the room. The vanilla scent from the candles, and their low light, added an overall erotic feeling to the room.

  She ran her gaze over Hawk’s beautifully sculpted features, from his soulful eyes, down his prominent nose, to his chiseled sensual lips, and felt the knotted muscles in her body begin to relax, to lose some of the tension, his presence soothing her overwrought nerves, calming the frantic pulsing of her heart.

  He pulled her close to his warm welcoming body, and before he claimed her lips with his own, murmured, “Relax, sweetheart. You can trust me. Always.”

  After delivering soft kisses over her lips, he stroked his tongue deep inside her mouth, while one hand delved down between her slick core.

  She moaned into his mouth, while gyrating her body against his hand, losing herself in him. When she felt a second pair of hands lightly touch her back in feather like touches, she tensed. Hawk released her lips. “Relax, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you,” he promised.

  Taking a calming breath, Danita nodded her head and wrapped her leg around Hawk’s lean hips and in earnest, moved against his fingers as they plunged in easy glides in and out of her, her cream now flowing over his hand and sliding down her perineum, the sensitive seam separating her vagina and her anus, moaning in delight at the feel of his plunging fingers.

  When Hawk withdrew his dew-covered fingers, she felt Gregory’s large hands separate the cheeks of her buttocks, massaging, squeezing the globes, before one of his fingers, buried between her ass cheeks and slick with some type of lubricant, circled her anus, ringing her hole in careful tight circles. She shut her eyes and grit her teeth when she felt a small, slick object ease into her, accompanied by a gush of gel filling her anus.

  Giving her no time to react, Hawk began to inch his shaft inside her vagina. Simultaneously, she felt the bulbous knob of Gregory’s cock press against her opening, and instantly clenched up, tightening against both invasions.

  Although Hawk had introduced her to this method of lovemaking and she’d enjoyed it, the thought of a man she didn’t know performing this act on her was one that filled her with anxiety.

  With her muscles tightening, she bucked her hips away from Gregory, and impaled herself on Hawk’s thick cock in one hard thrust, rubbing her pelvis against his groin. The hot action elicited a tight groan from his clenched lips. As he stroked inside of her, his hands ran over her body.

  “Accept him, Danita. This is for you,” Hawk insisted, softly, stroking a hand along the side of her body before resting it at the curvature of her waist.

  With a moan of acceptance, her body and mind having a tug of war of denial versus hot anticipation, her body won. Danita relaxed her muscles and allowed Gregory passage, accepting his careful strokes until he was deeply imbedded inside her.

  For long moments the trio didn’t move, each enjoying the sensation of being inside the other, bodies slightly shifting to accommodate the other.

  And then Hawk began to move. His fingers dug into the smooth swell of her hip as he dragged his cock in and out of her wet core. She leaned closer to him and pressed her mouth against his, her lips eagerly opening when she felt the tip of his tongue nudge them until he stroked into her mouth with his tongue.

  She whimpered against Hawk’s mouth when she felt Gregory’s hand glide over her body. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, flicking a thumb over her nipple until it spiked, painfully pressing against his palm.

  Although her mind was still battling against what she was doing, her body began to undulate, skewering Hawk’s cock before gliding off enough to grind her buttocks on Gregory’s shaft. Sandwiched between the two men, blood rushing to her head, her body on fire, she undulated back and forth, driving her hips forward and then back, riding Hawk’s shaft, then rolling her hips against Gregory’s strokes as he penetrated her deeply from behind. Her body and limbs trembled violently as her delicious forbidden fantasy blazed to life, the sheer eroticism of two men making love to her sending both mind and body into heated overdrive.

  When Hawk released her lips, he leaned his dark head down and captured one of her breasts in his mouth, grazing his teeth over her erect nipple. At the same time Gregory moved his fingers from her waist to her stomach, his fingers trailing down to her mons before toggling her clit.

  Danita cried out against the onslaught of sensations on her body and grasped Hawk by the back of his head, pulled off the band from his ponytail and tunneled her fingers through the thick, silky strands, her head tossing on the satin-covered pillow, lost in the sensual web the two men had snared her within.

  She hiked her leg higher, wrapping it more securely around Hawk, hooking her foot around the outer cheek of one of his buttocks. Back and forth she rolled her hips between them, glorying in the exquisite feel of two large bodies covering her, front and back, of two men caressing her body, catering to her with dual sets of hands, lips, and cocks. Two thick shafts stuffing her to the brim as they ministered to her every need, while driving her to the ultimate satisfaction, driving her to a mind-shattering release she felt hovering, just out of reach. The walls of her pussy sucked and milked Hawk’s hard driving cock, while she maintained a suction grip on Gregory’s cock, impaling her from the back until a rush of euphoria swamped her.

  She came in hard pulsing waves, her body shaking, accepting Hawk’s powerful corkscrew thrusts while Gregory’s short tight thrust from behind shoved her completely over the edge. Her eyes tightly closed, the muscles in her face contracted along with every muscle in her body. Her toes curled, her body arched sharply, she took desperate gasps of air deep into her lungs, and her body shook violently as the orgasm tore through her.r />
  Hawk swallowed her screams, pulled her on top of him, and Gregory’s athletic body deftly moved with them, never losing contact. With her on top of Hawk, he kept the kiss going, and she felt Gregory nudge her legs until both of them straddled either side of Hawk’s long stretched out legs.

  Gripping her hips, he continued to deliver the short, shallow thrusts into her ass as Hawk crushed her pelvis against his, angling her, grinding her cunt on his cock. His powerful thrusts banged deliciously at her inner spot, as her clit ground against the wiry hairs around his shaft.

  When a second orgasm hit, she nearly blacked out. She tore her mouth away from Hawk’s and screamed as the orgasm raced over her body. On and on the pleasure spiraled, and her throat became hoarse as she wailed her release.

  Her boneless body, completely depleted, fell on top of Hawk. She heard Gregory’s guttural shout of pleasure before his hands grabbed her hips, and he plunged into her several more times, until she felt his body spasm and felt his release. His groans of pleasure mingled with Hawk’s, as he, too, issued several quick thrusts in succession before he grasped her tightly, grinding into her before she felt his body shake as he came.

  Harsh sighs and breaths were the only things heard in the dark room. When Gregory pulled away from her, she couldn’t move, and remained lying on top of Hawk’s heavy chest.

  The bedsprings creaked out a protest, and when Danita heard movement in the dim room, she opened her eyes, seeking out the source of the sound.

  She could barely make out Gregory’s large form as he stepped into his jeans and shrugged his T-shirt over his body. Minutes later Danita heard the door to the bedroom open and close.

  Her eyelids fluttered closed as Hawk nestled her closer to his body, drawing the light sheet over their cooling bodies.

  Before she fell into a deep sleep, she felt Hawk’s hand caress the top of her head. Then he pressed a tender kiss on her face.

  “I love you, Danita,” he whispered against the damp curls framing her temple.

  36

  “Tony, have you thought about your plans after you’re released from the Ranch?” Hawk asked, mentioning the name of the outreach program that helped young men transition from juvenile hall to a life in the community. “Have you thought about what we talked about last week?”

  The young man sitting across from Hawk with his body hunched down, his long legs encased in baggy jeans stretched out in front of him, tugged on his baseball cap, pulling down the rim even further to shade his eyes.

  Hank had represented Tony in court, and had convinced the judge to place him in the Ranch, a place known for helping boys like Tony get their act together. It hadn’t been easy getting the boy into the place, and he’d had to call in a lot of favors and do some heavy petitioning on Tony’s behalf.

  He hoped the young man would take advantage of the situation, and not squander the opportunity.

  “Sit up.” Hawk issued the command without raising his voice, yet the young man immediately obeyed.

  “Yeah, I been thinking. Just not too sure ’bout it yet,” he answered. Then he removed his hat, setting it in his lap as he fiddled with the brim, looking down at the cap and not at Hawk.

  Hawk saw himself fifteen years ago in Tony, and he ran a hand over his long hair, pulling it away from his face.

  He’d been the one to represent Tony in court when the young man had been involved in a robbery at a convenience store. Tony had been in the backseat of a car, passed out drunk, when a couple of his friends decided to rob the store, unbeknownst to him.

  In all honesty, though, Hawk knew that while Tony hadn’t known what his friends had planned, and had woken as they sped away from the scene, had he been awake, it was more than likely he would have followed along with them.

  He saw kids like Tony every day in court. Came across kids like Tony every day in the poor neighborhood where he kept his small law practice, which was also the same neighborhood he’d grown up in, and after graduating from Harvard Law School, had returned and chosen to live in.

  And like the boy in front of him, Hawk had been a young man no one believed in. He’d been involved in drugs, hustling, and pulling off petty crimes. Had Aunt Sadie not helped him, he would have ended up another street casualty.

  Aunt Sadie had literally pulled him back from the precipice of a certain bleak future. And so he could do no more than give back, to help those who were a mirror of the young man he’d once been, and devote his career to steering as many as he could from the same future he’d once faced.

  “What’s not to be sure about? Look, you have this opportunity to make something of your life, and not end up just another thug looking for the next gig. Opportunities don’t come this way all the time.”

  “Yeah, yeah, I know,” Tony mumbled, avoiding Hawk’s eyes. “Like I said, I just don’t know yet,” he replied.

  “It sure will beat the hell out of where you’ll end up if you keep going the same way you’re going now.” Hawk heard the grim tone in his voice, but it still didn’t seem to be sinking in with Tony that if he continued on his current path of self-destruction, he would end up either in and out of prison, or worse, dead.

  But he held back from yelling at him, or worse, lifting him up and trying to knock some sense into the boy’s head. Both methods would result in the same reaction from Tony.

  He’d shut down on Hawk, tune him out, and the progress they’d made together would be ruined. He ran a frustrated hand over his hair.

  It wasn’t too late for him to get on the right path. He was a good kid. Had family support, parents who, although they worked long hours, were doing their best to raise him. Unlike Hawk, who, if Aunt Sadie hadn’t come into his life, there was no telling how he would have turned out.

  “I know what it’s like, Tony, hanging out with the wrong crowd, trying to fit in. I’ve been there—”.

  “Man, you don’t know what it’s like,” the young man mumbled, interrupting Hawk, his jaw clenched, nostrils flaring, a light flush underscoring his deep brown skin.

  “Listen, Tony,” Hawk started, and sat forward in his chair, clasping his hands together. “Not too long ago, I was just like you…”

  “…getting in trouble, a real player, I thought I was. Always getting into situations I had no damn business being in. Skipping school, doing drugs, yeah, Tony, I was a lot like you.”

  Danita inched closer to the partially closed door, unashamedly listening in on Hawk and the boy’s conversation. She’d come to break it off with him, confusion and depression settling over her as she made the decision, but it was one she felt she had to make.

  She had already been with one man who didn’t share himself, not his complete self with her, though they were worlds apart in their treatment of her. Hawk made her feel special…loved, but she wondered if he would be able to open up about himself, bring her into his world so that she would be able to fully invest her emotions in him. Unless he could, there was no point in continuing their relationship.

  She listened with tears in her eyes as Hawk outlined the grim choices the boy faced if he didn’t get it together, didn’t straighten up his act.

  The words he spoke came from the heart. Danita didn’t have to be in the room to see his face, to know the truth. It was all in his voice, the emotion stark, plain to hear.

  By the end, when Hawk had finished, there was a long silence. She heard the scraping of chairs and rustling noises that alerted her that the meeting was over, yet she remained glued to the spot.

  When the door opened and Hawk came out, his arm around the young man’s narrow shoulders, they locked gazes.

  37

  “Hey,” she said, feeling shy for no other reason than she felt vulnerable, embarrassed, and angry. Embarrassed she had been caught, obviously listening to his conversation with the boy, and angry over his refusal to share with her what he gave to the young man so willingly.

  And vulnerable because she’d allowed—willingly allowed—him to fulfill a fantasy o
f hers. That she’d, in a way, exposed herself to him.

  “You weren’t going to leave without seeing me, were you?” he asked, his astute penetrating gaze seeing straight through her.

  Danita resisted the urge to cross her arms over her chest as though to protect herself from his all-knowing eyes.

  Tony startled them both when he spoke. “Hey Mr. Wik, I’ll catch you later.” He spoke into the silence, curiously looking back and forth between Hawk and Danita.

  Hawk turned away from Danita and smiled slightly at the young man.

  “Okay, we’ll pick up where we left off. And don’t forget what I said. I’ll be checking in with your parole officer this week,” he warned the boy.

  With what seemed to be relief, Tony hitched his backpack over one thin shoulder, nodded to Hawk, and murmured a good-bye to Danita before quietly leaving them alone.

  “Yes, I mean no, I mean…” Danita clamped her mouth shut.

  “Come in,” he said, and Danita followed him into his office.

  He closed the door behind them, and immediately went to take Danita into his arms.

  She shoved away from him, holding up a hand. He then noticed the note that she held clutched in her fist, and glanced from her to it, a question in his dark eyes.

  “For me?” he asked, indicating with a nod of his head the note she had clutched in her fist.

  Danita licked dry lips. “I didn’t want to interrupt your session…” She broke off when he pried the note from her hand. He scanned the contents, a small tic in his jaw the only indication of his emotions.