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"Eyes on me," he says sharply.
When the metal is pushed against the outside of my pussy, I try to turn my frantic gaze back to Jett, but Hawk holds me in place, repeating his words.
"Keep looking at me," he orders.
"What are you doing?" I ask him, but my question is directed at Jett.
The barrel of the gun spreads me apart, my eyes desperately looking at Hawk for answers. His face softens but his grip doesn't, and when I feel the barrel press against my entrance, I tense up in panic.
Hawk grips my face tighter, holding my head in place. "Look at me," he whispers this time, his tone relaxing me somehow.
With eyes locked, I can't do anything but stay still as Jett pushes the barrel inside of me. My mouth falls open, face twisting in pleasure as I question my reality and sanity.
"Sweet little Tempest," Hawk murmurs quietly, bringing his face closer to mine. "We don't hate you. We just want to own you."
Chapter 11
Jett slowly draws the gun in and out of my pussy, my body clenching around the metal. I search Hawk's face for more answers, his words barely registering.
"Relax," he orders, pressing his lips to mine.
I kiss him back, knees falling as Jett's thumb brushes over my clit. I try not to ponder the fact that there's a gun in my body, my mind racing anxiously. But they distract me with their mouths and fingers, Jett's lips putting little kisses on my thigh.
Hawk lets go of my throat when he knows I'm too distracted to stop kissing him, his hands trailing down my chest to my breasts. He grabs them eagerly, switching between the two as he gently squeezes and caresses them.
I feel Jett's thumb move from my clit, and I whimper in Hawk's mouth from disappointment. But the feeling quickly returns as Jett's tongue takes its place. My body jolts violently, new pleasure hitting me as his warm tongue circles around my sensitive clit. First slow, then fast… changing rapidly to keep me guessing. The tip of his tongue flicks my clit before flattening over it, lapping me up.
Grabbing Hawk's face, I hold him tight, deepening the kiss. He groans in approval, squeezing my breast as he grabs one of my hands and pulls it from his face. My hand dangles in his grip as he guides it away. My fingers reach cotton as he pushes my hand into his pants. I blindly feel around, squeezing his thigh with my hand until I find what I'm looking for. My fingers clutch over his cock through his sweatpants, gripping him. I lightly stroke him through the fabric until he snatches my hand again, squeezing my wrist, and pushes me underneath. My fingers find skin and I quickly locate his hard cock, skin hitting skin.
Jett increases the pace of the gun, and I instinctively clench my hand around Hawk's length for support. Pushing his sweatpants down, I hold onto Hawk, freely stroking him more firmly.
Breaking the kiss, Hawk stands up, my arm stretching out to keep a hold on him. He closes his hand around mine, guiding my strokes as he moves closer. Without waiting for his demand, I open my mouth eagerly, and he stills for a second in surprise, before regaining his composure and pushing the tip inside.
I clamp my lips down around him, sucking the tip as I keep hold of his length, pumping my hand on the part not in my mouth. My tongue swirls around, tasting every part of him, while Jett's tongue does the same to me.
Pressure builds up in my stomach, my legs tensing up. My eyes squeeze shut as I moan against Hawk's cock, and my orgasm rips through me, making my back arch off the bed. The gun moves in and out of me as I ride my orgasm, my sounds vibrating off Hawk as Jett pulls my clit into his mouth.
Hawk groans loudly, hand grabbing the back of my head to steady me. My back hits the mattress, relaxing, and when I do, Hawk pushes further into my mouth. I choke and gag on his length, but he hushes me.
"You can take me, Rayne. Just like that… keep going."
I moan, eyes rolling back. It's the first time in my life I've ever heard some type of encouragement and praise from him, and the words hit me harder than my orgasm.
He rolls his hips, controlling the pace as he fucks my mouth. I feel Jett remove the gun from my pussy, his lips kissing my hips as his fingers dig into my skin.
Shuffling closer to me, Jett smacks my pussy, making me jolt in surprise. I cough on Hawk's cock, but they both soothe me, telling me to relax.
Running the tip of his cock over my wet slit, I roll my hips eagerly towards Jett. He rubs my clit with the head of his length before dipping lower, slowly entering my body.
I shake slightly but relish in the feeling of being full from the two of them. Jett grabs my hips, lifting me up as he slams into me hard. My hands grasp the blanket underneath me, fisting the material into a ball as I cling to it for support. The two of them thrust into me, somehow matching pace as they fuck me deeply.
Reaching for Hawk, I run my fingers down his lower abdomen, before he snatches my wrist again, pinning my hand to the bed above my head. He pushes down with his weight, holding me still before looking at Jett.
"Move out of the way, brother. I need to feel her pussy."
Jett just laughs warmly in response, slowly pulling out of me. They switch positions, Hawk slamming into me before Jett can even reach my head.
I let out a cry, pleasure ripping through me as he pounds into me hard. Jett climbs onto the bed, hovering over my head. He straddles me, hand pumping his cock as he gazes down at me.
