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It was a trembling effort of tenderness when all he wanted to do was fill her up over and over and over again, until her legs were shaking and she couldn’t remember enough to grieve.
Hanna pulled, the movement making Ash’s cock slap against Nicco’s, which had them both groaning. Her eyes were glassy with need, and her lips were swollen and slick. Ash wanted to lean down and bite them.
“Don’t be gentle with me,” she whispered, the words a benediction more than a confession. “I promise… I can take it.”
He ran his thumb across her lip. “What can you take, Cherry?” he murmured. “Say it for me. For us.”
She darted out her tongue to lick the tip of his thumb, and the simple movement made Ash’s cock jump, reminding him of just how close he was to his best friend.
“Your cock, Ash,” she replied, never one to back down from a challenge. What would it be like to capture that wild spirit all for his own, to claim her submission when she was finally ready to give it to him?
Nicco’s cock throbbed hard at her words, and Ash felt that simple touch like a bolt of lightning.
Perhaps he wouldn’t want Hanna’s submission all for his own…
“Lie down,” he said, instead of any of that. “Take Nic in your mouth while I fill this sweet pussy…”
This time, thank fuck, she did as he asked, shifting down to the edge of the bed so she could press up to get enough leverage to suck Nicco all the way to the back of her throat. Ash could have watched it all night, the rhythm between them, Hanna a harsh fire, Nicco the burning inferno that never went out, locked in their passion and desire as if it was an inevitable truth that they would connect on some cosmic level.
He could have watched it all night, if his own cock wasn’t screaming for relief, throbbing at the soft breeze of air in the room brushing his swollen head. He was leaking and straining, his balls pulled up and his lower belly tightening. Ash grabbed the condom from his pocket and tore the wrapper open, before stroking the condom on. Even the simple touch of his hand over the latex had him straining to hold back the tide of his release, and it was near utter bliss when he finally notched his crown right at her slick entrance.
“Fuck, Ash…” Nicco’s groan was guttural, torn from his throat in a moment of pleasured desperation. “You have to hurry up.”
Ash ran his hand down Hanna’s spine, loving the curves and muscles he found in his exploration. Finally, he brought his head up, holding Nicco’s gaze like a challenge.
“Why, Nic?”
It felt like pulling on his familiar leather jacket, to demand, to cajole, to push. He wasn’t unfamiliar with the world of domination and submission, especially not since Nicco’s own brother ran a club for people who craved the other side of control and power, but it had never felt entirely natural or true. Until this very moment, when he had Hanna a hairsbreadth from his cock and Nicco’s stormy gaze on him.
Nic bit his lip. “You’re supposed to be the angel here, Ash. Blond and blue-eyed and too fucking pretty for your own good. And here you are…telling us to beg you for the pleasure.”
That was the final puzzle piece falling into place. Dante had once told him that dominants could just see it in a sub, that need to submit, to give over the reins of control, even if it was the hardest thing they ever did. That was Hanna, biting and snapping at his fingers until she was coming hard and fast. Nic was different, as he’d confessed in the shower, somewhere between the obvious, but very clearly yearning for commands.
“You want to beg for me, Captain.” The word came out much less than respectful from Ash’s lips. “You want to beg me to fuck our girl hard and fast so we can both fill her up at the same time?”
Nicco’s gaze clouded with a riot of lust.
Ash inched forward, the swollen crown of his head just teasing at Hanna’s sweet pussy, parting her slick folds but not going any further. She moaned around Nicco’s cock.
“Or…” Ash bit his lip and held Nic’s gaze. “Or do you want me to get right to the edge before you come, so you can get my cock slick and sticky just as I lose control?”
Fantasies of taking Hanna bare flashed through Ash’s mind, a kaleidoscope of slick, wet sounds, the feeling of her wrapping around him, around them, as he pounded in her with his cock covered in Nicco’s release.
“So fucking filthy,” Nicco groaned. “You tell me, how many nights did you stay up late, dreaming up these fantasies…”
“Oh, I have plenty more, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he replied, pressing another inch into Hanna’s needy pussy. “But what you really want to know is if I jerked myself on those nights we shared a tiny safehouse, sleeping bags on the floor, one pull-out couch for the both of us… Did you ever think about finding out, Nic?”
Hanna tried to slide back, his filthy words making her tighten hard around his cock, but Ash gripped her hip. “Stay still, Cherry. Daddies are talking.”
Her pussy squeezed and Ash ground his teeth to keep from sliding right into her and losing his last vestiges of control.
“Fuck, Leone…” Nicco’s words were stained, at the very edge of his pleasure. “Si, mio diavolo. Ti ho voluto. Ogni notte.”
Even if Ash hadn’t picked up a single word of Nicco’s tongue, the message was clear. They were in the deep sea now, and clinging to each other for all they were worth, sin and burns and all.
“Take what you want now,” Ash murmured. “Spill for her, Nic. For us.”
At that, Ash pushed his cock the rest of the way into Hanna’s waiting pussy. She moaned a harsh, rough sound, bucking against him, even though Ash kept his hold tight on her hip, but fuck, he was losing his control now too, a storm of need that couldn’t be denied a second longer, not as Hanna squeezed and tightened around him, not as Nicco began to lose his rhythm to the pleasure of it all.
