Before I could beg for his cock, he reached between my thighs. His fingers ran over my pussy and pulled the moisture back, rubbing it over the pucker of my ass.
"You're so fucking wet, I'm going to use your own juices to lube your tight little asshole." He pushed the tip of one wet finger just inside, opening me, preparing me for his forbidden invasion.
One finger, then a second slipped inside of me. I was so focused on what Hawk did to my body, I'd almost forgotten Ian under me.
"I think this kind of kink is definitely your thing, babe. I'm gonna make it even better for you now." He reached between our bodies, sliding across my clit several times before slipping two fingers inside my pussy.
Hawk pulled back, Ian pushed forward, setting up a rhythm between each other, becoming point and counterpoint. In and out, out and in.
The luscious sting shot ribbons of lust through me. My first real taste of this illicit act only made me want more.
I wanted it from Gray.
Every cell in my body was aware of him, on high alert.
Their touches were his touch, their voices saying his words.
Gray's muscles were tensed, his breathing rapid, like he was ready for a fight. I'd seen him that way before, always when he thought I needed to be protected. I didn't want or need his protection now, only his body and mind.
Our eyes locked. I mouthed my need for him. "Fuck me."
He shook his head.
I wanted to show him I was ready even if the little voice inside my head said I wasn't. That I needed more time to explore my own sexuality before I gave all my power up to him.
If he wouldn't fuck me, he'd have to watch while someone else did. While I imagined he was inside of me.
"Are you ready, doll?"
I opened my eyes and stared at Grayson. "I'm more than ready. Take me."
"Ian, get in her, I'll follow."
I heard Ian's quick intake of breath, and then his cock pushed at my wet flesh. He groaned and shoved in all the way to the hilt.
My hips fell of their own accord to meet his, but he didn't move, only waited, still. I groaned my pleasure and my want for more.
Hawk's hands spread the globes of my ass and I felt his cock push against my back entrance. He entered me slowly with small rocking thrusts forward, allowing my body time to adjust to his invasion. He took it very slow, letting the burn build past any pain until he was fully seated in me.
"Are you okay, doll?"
I felt so full, so surrounded. All I could squeak out was an "mmm-hmm."
I had no control. I wasn't scared, I was free. For the first time since I'd lost my virginity. I could be nasty and dirty and love a good fuck.
Ian grunted. "Say it. We need to know you can handle this before we'll move."
Ack. I couldn't talk, I could hardly breathe.
He buried his face into my throat and bit down and I cried out. "Yes or no. Say it now or we're done."
Gone was the gentleman, the domination in Ian's voice rang clear. I didn't realize until then that someone could be both, but something in me responded to that and knew that I could be both too.
"Yes. Yes. Dios mio, yes." I said it to them, but the words were for Gray.
Hawk's body tensed and he began with a slow rhythm, being kinder than I expected. It took a minute for Ian to catch up, but soon his cock matched the in and out pace, sliding through my slick folds and back again to fill me up.
The sensation sent me soaring, already close to coming.
Not from the dirty sex, but from knowing Gray was watching.
I never once took my eyes off his face. His smile was as dark as a sinner in hell. From behind his back, he raised the phone, filming everything.
My heart stuttered.
This was the dirtiest, filthiest thing I'd ever done, and I loved every second of it.
I wanted to close my eyes, to see the stars dancing there. But if had, I wouldn't have seen the way the camera faltered in Grayson's hands.
He set the camera on the counter, propped against a bottle of water, still aimed at me. His hands now free, he unbuckled his pants and let them hang open. Underneath his proper exterior hid the naughty side of him. He wasn't wearing anything underneath.
I'd never be able to look at him the same again. Not knowing there was only one thin layer of material between me and his cock.
His pants didn't have to drop far before Gray's penis poked out the top. He gripped it in one hand and stroked down to the base.
I sucked in a hiss of breath. A sparkle of light glimmered in the dark. Four shiny metal balls glinted on the shaft of his cock. He was pierced, twice.
My body tensed and I cried out, my imagination running wild and crazy at the thought of feeling Grayson and his metal inside of me, pumping like Ian and Hawk.
"Fuck, honey, that's right. Come for me. Fuck, fuck, fuck." Hawk chanted and increased his pace. Ian had become completely incoherent, a long-broken moan coming from deep in his chest.
"Come for me. Let me hear you scream. Come on, I'm fucking close. Fuck. I'm going to fill your ass." Hawk thrust hard, Ian pumped into me and I reached my arm out for Grayson.
Gray's hand sped over his cock. His mouth moved, forming words I couldn't hear, but I didn't need to. I knew exactly what he was saying. "Come for me, Angel. Come now."
I screamed. His name on my lips, but only an incomprehensible prayer to the goddess of love and sex could be heard. My whole body, my whole world collapsed and the stars I'd been seeing with each of the guys' thrusts exploded into a giant supernova.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Only the Good Die Young
I let go of everything. In that moment, I realized how much I'd held back in my life. I was no longer the fat, rich bitch. I was a beautiful, sexual being. I was free.
Seeing Gray come, watching me, me as his sexual object had freed a long-held core belief. I'd always thought - known, really - that I was unfuckable.
That's why I'd settled for Marc and his emotional and verbal abuse. Deep down, I agreed with him. Who would want to fuck me?
It had taken three men, two taking my body and one my mind to convince me otherwise.
Gray, with his protective bullshit, had fed into my fear. His actions of earlier had only proved I was right. No man who I wanted would want me.
But he'd been lying. To me and to himself. He did want me. Because I was fucking amazing.
Take that Marc. You may have beaten me down, but one night of dirty, kinky sex healed half a lifetime of wounds.
The three of us laid there in a pile of arms and legs and boobs and cock. I'd be content to never move again.
Hawk had other ideas. He withdrew from my body and rolled me off Ian.
That poor guy was crushed under us, but he didn't look any worse for the wear. In fact, he had a sloppy smile on his face. Ah, men. I was growing to like them more than I thought possible.
I was ready to snuggle between my two lovers and ponder how I was going to get Gray to do this whole thing all over again, but with him in the ménage instead of filming it.
Hawk lifted me under the legs and from behind my back. If I had a bone in my body, I would have protested. No one had ever carried me before. It was both uncomfortable and safe at the same time.
"You got a bed and a bathroom in this place, man?" Hawk walked toward Gray.
"Right down the hall, on the left."
Leaning against the wall, tucked back in, he looked like he'd been watching a game of checkers instead of my foray into the wild side. Nice try, buddy. I knew better now.
I wanted to take him and shake him until he woke up, but that wouldn't work on him anymore than it had ever worked on me. With time, and lots of planning, and a little seduction, I'd win him over.
I had to. I was in love with him.
Crap. I hadn't meant to think that. It wasn't true. It was the sex and orgasm talking. Probably.
I hid my face in Hawk's chest, relaxing into his strength. He took long strides down the hall, found the room and carried me inside.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He set me on the bed as if I weighed only as much as a kitten and pulled the blankets back. "A little bit of aftercare. I need to tend to you for a few minutes."
"I don't need-"
"You damn women, having to prove your independence all the time. You may or may not need the care, but I need to do it. So, relax and let me."
I hid a smile in the covers. Out of the two of them, Hawk was not the one I expected this treatment from. He acted all tough as toenails, but he was really a big, soft, fluffy bunny.
With a dick like a God.
Hawk went to the bathroom and I heard the water running. When he reappeared, he'd he gotten rid of the used condom and had a washcloth in one hand and a towel in the other.
"Spread your legs, doll. Let me clean you up."
I opened my mouth, almost telling him I could do it myself. It would be slightly weird to let someone else wash my intimate places. But what the hell, he'd done a whole lot more with those places than even I had, so I guess he had a right to it.