by Elise Jae
I moan against Dathan’s cock, and he pulls away, the sound that leaves me echoing off the mirrored walls as Dathan moves me, as Carn pulls me up against him so Hazard has a perfect view of him entering me.
But Dathan doesn’t seem to have the same show in mind. He drops to his knees and while Carn thrusts up, into me, he sucks my clit into his mouth tongue and teeth swirling, pulling me higher and I break apart on a breathy cry as the door clicks shut, leaving only four of us in the room.
All the nerve endings in my body are alight. I tremble as Dathan continues his torturous attentions to my clit and…. Carn still hasn’t come,
When he steps back, pulling me away from Dathan’s mouth, it’s with a chuckle.
He pulls out of me, and, holding all of my weight, turns me around.
If he wasn’t holding me up, I’d have likely collapsed on my traitorous legs.
His hand around my throat, thumb brushing my skin. “Are you ready for both of us?”
I nod and he looks past me to Dathan. “On the bed.”
I don’t know if Hazard told him to direct the interaction, but Dathan doesn’t object to the orders Carn is giving, so I go along with them. Carn leads me around to the opposite side, one hand around my waist, the other cupping me, fingers sliding through my wetness.
“Have you ever ridden Dathan before?” He asks quietly in my ear.
“I have not.” But he’s laying on the bed, head toward Hazard, Cock stiff and waiting for me.
“Then I guess it’s time to show him why you’re everyone’s favorite.” Gently pushing me forward, he lets go of me and I crawl up Dathan, dragging my tongue over the ridges under his cock.
When I straddle him, sliding my wetness over him, it takes the barest shift to slip his cock inside of me.
Carn’s left me open and ready for him.
And when I open my eyes, I meet Hazard’s.
It’s my favorite position when he’s not involved: on my knees, facing him.
It doesn’t matter how many other men are with us. He’s the one doing this to me. He’s the one who can make them stop in a second…. The one I come for each time.
There are two cocks taking turns inside of me, and I can’t take my eyes off Hazard. Can’t stop watching him watch us.
Even when Dathan jerks beneath me, his come filling my pussy, Hazard holds my full attention.
I’m a good actress, the others would never know. But watching his cock harden against his pants.
His jaw is tight, his mouth covered by his hand, but I can still see that wicked smile. That’s the thing that has me as wet as I am. The thing that makes it so easy to take two cocks in my pussy tonight.
Because Carn pushes in alongside Dathan, using his come to help. I can feel the way their ridges drag across each other and know that’s the reason Carn comes as he drives the final inch home.
But sian men have an extra load in their proverbial chambers, so neither of them are done yet.
Carn pulls out almost immediately, and I feel his come spill out of me, sliding onto Dathan’s cock.
And then, Carn’s mouth is on me, and Dathan makes a startled grunt beneath me.
Hazard and I aren’t the only ones who play games like this, but I’d guess even though he’d gotten a taste of Carn when sucked my clit, he hasn’t ever had a tongue on him while he was inside a woman.
Smiling down at him I ask. “Do you like that?”
He mutters a curse in their language that doesn’t have an English counterpart, and says. “I like everything that happens in these rooms.”
Chuckling, I look up and see Hazard shift in his chair.
I get to have him soon.
Dathan drags me up him, his mouth finding my breasts, lips and teeth worshiping them. His come hits the inside of my legs, falls over my ass and onto my back.
“I didn’t deserve that one?” I ask, pretending to pout.
“I’m sorry.”
I don’t tell him I don’t think he is, instead, I look back at Carn who’s wiping his mouth. I should go to him, get him off one more time so I can get them out the door and focus on Hazard, but….
Looking back at Dathan, I give him a wicked smile. “You can make it up to me.”
I walk myself up him—come leaking from me, leaving a trail along him, and his eyes widen as I hike one leg over his shoulder, then the other, kneeling over his face. “Clean me up.”
Brows raised, he smiles and, hands gripping my hips, he pulls me down on to his face. Tongue delving into me, he practically purrs as he fills me once again. Turning a lingering glance on Hazard, I bend backward, opening my mouth and letting Carn take my throat again.
When Dathan finally finds my clit I cry out, but Carn’s cock stops me from making any real sound.
It’s Dathan’s teeth, though that make me come, and as I clench down, Carn pulls back, coming over me, it lands on my chest, my stomach… and Dathan. But they’re both so focused, neither of them says anything.
The only sounds in the room are three sets of heavy breaths.
Carn is the one who lifts me up. Hands under my arms, he pulls me away from Dathan and sets me on the bed. Grabbing a cloth from wherever he had it hidden, he wipes the come from me.
He winks at me before he goes to his clothes, and I turn to Hazard.
I don’t even look at the other men as they dress and leave. They’re quick enough about it that they’re not a distraction. It takes all of fifteen seconds to crawl across the floor and settle back on my heels—knees on the soft carpet—and move his foot to the side so I have access to his pants.
Teasing him is one of my favorite hobbies. I love seeing him shift in the chair. I love seeing that hard jaw twitch.
I love… I shake that thought away.
There’s no way I’m letting myself think that.
Two
HAZARD
Hannah is the sexiest woman alive and, for the moment, I’ll allow myself to believe she’s actually mine.
Shifting up, she kisses me, her lips sheer divinity. But as soon as she has my pants open, she goes back to her knees, her hand wrapped around my cock.
“This is my favorite part of any night. Getting my hands on you.” She looks up at me, her dark eyes glittering as she presses a kiss to the tip of my cock.
“You’re the sexiest woman alive Hannah. You can have your hands on me whenever you want.”
Her smile is wicked as she strokes me. “Just my hands.”
I only answer her with a raised brow, a challenge and a warning.
Watching the others play with her left me painfully hard. I’m desperately glad they didn’t take too long the second time around.
The tragedy of how I have to play out these nights is that I cannot have her immediately. That I itch to take her the moment I see her, and I am the one who puts those particular roadblocks in my path.
Because if anyone knew how she affects me—if anyone let that get back to Margot, I have no doubt she’d bar me from the premises.
Obsession isn’t allowed.
And that is the unending tragedy of Hannah. I crave her.
I wish I could keep her. Wish we weren’t in this room.
How many times have I woken in the night, hard from dreaming about her and cursed the Saints, wishing she was mine and that I could be the one to distract her each night by giving her ounce after ounce of my come?
How many times have I wanted to make love to her all night long, instead of for the hour or two I can get away with here?
I want to be the one who exhausts her truly and completely. I want to give her every piece of me and have everything she’s willing to give in return.
She takes my chin in her hand and forces me to look at her.
“Whatever you’re thinking....” She leans forward, brushing my lips in a kiss and speaking against them. “I don’t like it.”
She reads me too easily. “Then distract me.”
Her smile tugs to one side as she dips down and
traces her tongue over my cock. “I thought that’s what I’ve been doing the whole time.”
When she takes me between her lips, I have to bite my tongue. I could say so many things…
She’s good at this.
I’ve heard others say she’s the best at it.
But I’ve endured hours of delicious torture watching her, and her every move makes my skin flicker.
Leaning up just enough that I can get my shirt off, I yank the fabric over my head and toss it to the side.
Hannah’s hands travel up my skin, a hum of approval vibrating my cock a moment before she pulls back with a wet pop. “Giving me one of my favorite views.”
Her fingers trace my scars with a gentleness I hadn’t known existed before her but when she stands, her hands turn to claws, and she rakes her nails down me until she can hook those devilish fingers in my pants.
“These need to come off.” She tugs, and looks up at me. “Now.”
I lift my hips and let her take them. Not surprised when she puts a knee on either side of my hips and climbs into the chair with me. She brushes her breasts against me as she shifts forward and then back…. Seating herself on me in a slow motion that forces me to close my eyes—so she doesn’t see them roll to the back of my head.
When I open them again, she’s smiling down at me, a laugh in her darkly smudged eyes. But she doesn’t say anything, she reaches to the side and plucks the glass from its place by the bottle and takes a long, slow drink, rocking on me as she finishes the glass.
Setting it down, her lips twist in a scowl. “I think Margot is watering that down. You should say something.”
“We both know I’m not here for the liquor.” It just helps me make her time worthwhile.
Rocking on me again, giving me another glimpse of heaven, she shakes her head. “Doesn’t mean I like feeling like she’s cheating you.”
But there’s no amount of money Margot could charge me that I wouldn’t pay to be in this chair, with Hannah, right now.
She clenches around me, drawing a sharp laugh from my lips. “Careful. A guy might think you want him to shove you up against the wall again and take everything you’ve got to offer.”
A dark smile on her lips, she leans forward, just enough that the cool air caresses the base of me. “Think you can break the mirror this time?”
Margot would eviscerate me if I did… but for Hannah, I’m more than happy to pretend.
Hands on her hips, I push her down with a quick, single jerk of my hands, fully seating myself in her. And the sharp gasping cry she lets out threatens to undo me, right then and there.
I shove to my feet, moving her on me as I lurch the few steps between us and the mirror, and when I drop her back against it—taking the brunt of the impact with my arms—I know that gasp is from the cold.
The glass against her spine is freezing, and I can imagine taking her like this, against the window in my outpost. The cold of the snow filled caldera filtering through to her.
But she’d have to be mine for that to happen. And she’s only mine here…
I push that thought aside, using the tiny slice of anger to guide each thrust as I take her against the wall—as the mirror flexes and her moans fill my ears.
When I’m inside her, I can almost pretend that mating bond is in place, that I can feel her desire, flaring as hot as my own.
And that is what drives me over the edge, every time. Because I can hear and feel as her orgasm builds and when she cries out, her pussy clenching my cock, it drags me over that edge too.
She holds tight to me as we both breathe through the pleasure cashing through us. Her lips find mine and she kisses me so deeply, so sweetly…. I can barely stand it.
When I let her down, she takes my hand and leads me to the bed.
Sometimes, I hate this connection I feel to her, because I can’t ask if she feels it too. And I know that she probably makes everyone feel this way. More than half the men outside these walls are probably in love with her. I have no idea why I’d be special…
But when she looks at me like that, I feel a desire so strong it’s hard to believe it’s mine alone.
Letting go of my hands, she drops back, bouncing on the mattress with a smile that tells me she has plans… but I have my own, and tonight, I don’t want to play with her.
It takes nothing to move her to the center of the bed and when she’s there, I ignore her hands as she reaches for me.
Her job is about giving. I’ve no doubt most of the men who come to her take what they can and flee. She is, after all, meant as a toy… as a teaching tool and an advertisement for the Agency.
Sliding my fingers along the soft skin of her legs, I press a kiss to the inside of her knee. Her taste is so soft and all I truly want is to have her forever.
“You are pure divinity, Hannah. How could anyone ever, possibly get enough of you.”
“I’m not to everyone’s taste.”
Crawling up her, I pause long enough to kiss her breast, to lick her nipple. “You are exactly to my taste.”
I find her lips as I slip into her again, drinking her in as she clenches around me, as she makes those sounds that threaten to destroy any control I have left.
Each stroke inside of her, I lose a fraction of myself.
Pretty soon, there will be nothing left, but a shell of myself, and nothing to give anyone else.
And that is a problem.
But it’s a problem for another day.
“I thought,” she says, tipping my face with her finger, “that I was distracting enough.”
“You are. So distracting, I can barely stand it.”
Eyes narrowed, but smiling, she arches against me on my next thrust and it takes nothing at all to slip my hand beneath her, to move her to that angle I know will take her to the edge.
When she comes, shattering on my name, I can’t hold out any longer, and I fill her, shuddering as my body flinches with each tightening of her around me.
She’s perfection.
But she’s not mine.
And I have to let this fantasy go.
HANNAH
I don’t know why the sex is so much more intense when I’m with him. And I don’t need to.
I’m happy to just enjoy it. And he always makes me enjoy it.
The required clean up is the only part of this job that can be frustrating… and only when I’m with Hazard. I’d rather not have to waste the time in the bathroom when I could be with him instead.
When I come back, he’s still in the bed. One arm tucked behind his head, pulling at a scar on his ribs that looks like it ought to have killed him.
I don’t like the far away look in his eyes, but I push my displeasure away. I don’t want to dwell on what he might be thinking. I love this part of our time together too much.
As soon as I crawl onto the bed with him, he flicks the sheet he’s dug out over us both and I snuggle down into his shoulder.
He’s one of the few that I actually do this with. One of the few who actually wants it.
It’s not the girlfriend experience, not exactly, but it’s probably the closest I’ve ever gotten.
“I think you got Riann too got too quick.”
“Me?” He laughs as if what I’ve just said is impossible.
I nod, brushing my nose against his chest. You have to know how sexy you are, Hazard. I’ve had new girls come in and want to literally fight me for a taste of your cock.
“If you send them my way, I can disabuse them of the notion that that might work.”
“And have my potential replacement march right up to you because I sent her? No thank you.” I trace his lower lip with my fingers. “Until the Agency takes you away from me, I’m not going to willingly give up our time.”
“But if you want, I can have one of the other girls come in”
“If you want one of the other women to fuck you, I’ll be happy to watch. But I don’t need another woman in this room.”
I hold
myself as still as I can, but of course he notices anyway.
“What’s wrong?”
“When you say things like that, it scares me.” Because the way that I feel with him... the way that he treats me… This is what I was told to expect from my bondmate.
And I never have.
Hazard’s chest heaves in a silent sigh, and then…. “I’m putting in for a bondmate.”
It shouldn’t surprise me. And it shouldn’t hurt. That’s the point of this place. It’s my job. I’m supposed to convince the unbonded men that come in that they want to request a bondmate. And I’m very good at my job.
I’ve had this conversation two dozen times before.
It shouldn’t feel like my canned response is the wrong thing to say. But it leaves my mouth with a bitter taste.
“I’ll let the Agency know I’m doing my job. I wonder if they’ll give me a bonus if you tell them it’s because of me?”
“They should be paying you a fortune. Is your bonus paid in monthly installments? Or do you get a lump sum once a year?”
Snorting a laugh, at least I can find the humor in that. “No bonuses.”
“Maybe I should have a chat with Margot.”
“She’ll probably tell you to go to hell.”
“Yes, she probably would.” He pulls me back over him so I’m straddling him, and he buries his hands in my hair. “Sometimes, I wonder if I’m not already there.”
He kisses me before I can ask what he means by that, but his lips are distracting, and after a moment, all I can think of is how delicious he is, how delightful these moments are….
And how desperately I’m going to miss them.
When I slip away from him, he brushes my hair back, eyes searching mine and I can almost feel the question he’s considering.
“Does your bondmate… ever tell you there’s something you can’t do?”
I don’t like that I can’t hide the moment of dissatisfaction that flits across my face.
“He doesn’t care. Sometimes I let him know what’s going on, just in case, but….” He honestly doesn’t care what I do with my body, or who I give it to.
“Does he know about… any of us specifically?”
