Page 12 of Room One Hundred and Twenty-Five: All Access
“Good. You need a little help cooling off,” he says.
He’s not wrong. My body’s so tightly coiled with the need to come I feel my orgasm cresting just out of reach. I want to take myself in hand to squeeze away some of the desperate urge to come, but somehow, I know Ridge will punish me if I touch myself.
“You remember your safe words?” Ridge asks, eyes intent on mine.
“Yes, but I won’t need them. You’re not going to hurt me,” I assure him.
“It’s been a long time since you had this, no?” He knows exactly how long it’s been. Part of the background review they did when the university hired them included a deep dive into my love life. Or lack there of.
Ridge and Gable are both well aware I haven’t been with a man in years or with a woman since a few months before I released my code and became enemy number one for America’s wealthy oligarchs.
“Yes,” I grunt as one slicked-up finger gently swirls around the tight ring of muscles of my asshole.
“Then promise me you’ll use your safe words if you need them. Stop or slow down, either is fine.”
Tender appreciation floods me at his demand. Ridge and Gable have made an art of caring for me over these months. Tonight is just an extension of the way they have made protecting me feel more like devotion than a paycheck.
“I promise.” My words come out a breathy groan as his finger breaches my body and slowly sinks deep. There’s no hesitation or fumbling, just steady pressure until I feel his thick forefinger deep against me, his wrist twisting to cup his palm around my balls.
“Good man.” Ridge praises as his mouth captures mine in a hungry kiss. Our first. Lips and teeth and tongues battle, though there’s no question who is in control as he conquers me and licks into my mouth with determination.
He matches the stroke of his tongue against mine with the smooth entry and retreat of his fingers in my ass until I’m writhing and arching under him. His strong fingers scissor inside me, pressing against the long abandoned places inside me that bring the most pleasure. Finally, he nudges the tips of two fingers against my prostate firmly enough to make me see stars.
The only thing staving off my orgasm is the tight grip of his other hand around my shaft. His thumb and forefinger pinch so tight around the head of my cock the cum throttling from my balls has no option but to retreat, ruining my orgasm and turning my entire body into a live wire of shocky twinges.
I lie panting beneath him as he eases back from our kiss. Still fully clothed. Control to my chaos. A flame of desire turns his dark eyes to coal and belies the iron control he’s got on himself, though. Knowing how badly Ridge wants me fills me with a sense of power that doesn’t need chest-thumping alpha energy to send me soaring.
Twelve
Hazel
“It’s like,” I gasp, “my very own live-action porn.”
Gable lifts his head from where it’s been buried between my legs to glance at his brother and Ira. My hips circle in a helpless search for the feel of his mouth, and he gives me a wink before ducking his head to my needy pussy once more.
“Then watch them and come for me, Beauty.” He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’ve never been the sort who reaches climax easily, but everything about this scenario stokes my libido and revs my engine.
Each swipe of his talented tongue urges me higher and higher until there’s no avoiding the orgasm that tears through my body. Muscles I couldn’t name if there was money on the line lock up as pleasure fires through every nerve.
“Shit that’s hot,” Ira gasps, his hand blindly reaching to grab hold of mine.
“I want another,” Gable demands, his fingers pushing deeper and searching out the spongy patch that marks my g-spot.
“I-I-I can’t!” My voice is hoarse from screaming.
“You can, and you will. You choose the free use room, Hazel. That means I can use you however I want. And I want your cum to soak this bed and everyone in it,” he growls.
“I’ve never come twice.” I’m pleading, begging, even though I don’t know what for. Mercy? More of what he’s doing? I have no idea.
“Prove her wrong, brother. Then trade places with me,” Ridge says.
Gable doubles his efforts, licking and nipping at my pussy while driving what feels like his whole hand in and out of me. I crane my head to look at where he’s finger fucking me, shocked to see it’s only two of his thick digits being used to make me mindless with need.
He uses his other hand to pluck at my nipples, moving from one to the other without lifting his mouth from me. I buck and writhe under him, but his shoulders on my thighs keep me mostly immobile.
It takes longer this time to reach my peak, but there’s no stopping Gable as he cultivates it with every stroke and kiss. Sweat coats my skin, and I’m sure I sound as if I’ve run a marathon. Ridge chuckles darkly when Ira makes a breathy groan, and that’s the only way I know the brothers are torturing us both with bliss.
“I need to come, Ridge. It’s going to happen as soon as you let go,” Ira warns.
