Claim Me Hard (Bridgewater County Book 2) Page 6

  My breathing was ragged as I slowly hitched up the hem of my dress. I was sure my face was bright red as I slowly exposed myself, but the cab of the truck was too high for anyone to know what I was doing. As if he could read my mind, Declan added, “No one else can see you, Hannah. Just us. We’ll never share you with anyone else.”

  That eased my mind, knowing what we did was private. Special. Spreading my legs slightly, I pressed my fingers against my soaking wet panties and bit back a moan.

  Oh fuck, I was really close to coming. How was that possible?

  Cole made a tsking noise. “Sorry, darlin’, that’s not gonna do.”

  I froze, my hand stilled as I flicked my gaze up at Cole, who winked.

  Declan explained. “We want to see exactly what you’re doing, where you’re touching, sweetheart. Lose the panties.” His tone was kind, but stern. I didn’t think it was possible to get more turned on but his command did it. They’d eased my mind about that, which made it okay for me to like them all bossy. I shouldn’t like it after Brad—who hadn’t made it sexy at all—but I did, perhaps because they weren’t Brad. I sighed. Enough about Brad.

  I lifted my hips and pulled my panties down to my knees.

  “Spread your legs,” Cole said.

  I did as I was told and was rewarded by their groans of pleasure at the sight of my wet pussy. It wasn’t even eight and the sun hadn’t gone down yet. They could see me clearly. They could see everything.

  “Show us.” Declan’s voice was hoarse.

  I moaned softly as my fingers found my clit, closed my eyes. This was so wicked, so dirty. I circled my fingers over the sensitive nub, shifted my hips, whimpered. I worked myself in the familiar circular motion, but I was wetter than I’d ever been and the sound of it filled the cab of the truck along with my ragged breathing. Knowing their eyes were on me made me hotter, made me close to the brink. I continued to play as Cole drove. “I can’t. If I do, I’m going to come.”

  “We’ve got you,” Cole said. The truck came to a stop and the men started moving. Only then did I open my eyes as Cole slid out of the driver’s side and Declan shifted so he was facing me. “Lie down and spread your legs.”

  “What?” I asked, startled and confused, but Cole undid my seatbelt, then eased me down so my head was in the driver’s seat. What the fuck was I doing? Before I could take that thought any further, Declan slid from the truck so he stood in the open door, hooked my knees and pulled me toward him. I gasped at the bold action, but then cried out when he did something even bolder. He put his hands on my knees and buried his face between my thighs. As his tongue licked my pussy, all I could say was, “Oh god, oh god,” and clamp my thighs against his ears.

  He was good. Really good at this, flicking my clit with ruthless precision. With my fingers tangled in his hair, I came so hard I couldn’t see or hear anything but my own pleasure.

  When I finally opened my eyes, I found myself looking up upside down at Cole’s extraordinarily smug smile. I lifted my head and saw Declan grinning at me, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. To wipe my arousal off his face. I started to scramble upright and both men reached out to help me. In an awkward maneuver, I started to tug up my panties that dangled about one ankle, but Declan snagged them, worked them off then stuffed them in his shirt pocket.

  My mouth fell open when I realized he had no intention of giving them back. I wasn’t just bare assed, but I was bare assed where someone could have driven by.

  “Oh god, I did that on the side of the road. Anyone could have seen us.”

  Declan grinned, clearly pleased with his oral skills. “We’re in my garage.”

  I pushed up onto my elbows, then upright. We were in a garage and the door was closed. Light from a window on the side wall and the bulb from the opener offered plenty of light. When had they closed the door? I’d been so far gone I hadn’t even noticed we’d gotten to Declan’s house, let alone inside the garage.

  Sighing in relief that I hadn’t had a guy eat me out on the side of the road, I took stock. I felt good. Really good. My fingers still tingled and I was hot all over, but I couldn’t remember feeling so relaxed. I couldn’t help the grin that escaped. Holy shit, I’d needed that. “That was, um…thank you.”

  Declan laughed off my thanks. “You don’t need to thank me. It was my pleasure. I’ve been dying to taste that sweet pussy of yours since the first time we spotted you at the diner.”

  Cole added, “You have no idea how many times I wanted to lift up the skirt of your uniform and eat you out.”

  “Oh.” That was all I could think of to say. One little orgasm and while they were still gentlemen, they weren’t holding back any longer. This was the real Cole and Declan. Handsome, bold, slightly arrogant, very demanding and very, very thorough.

  I might have been out of my element with these two—I never imagined what we’d just done—but I was determined to enjoy every second. And I’d certainly enjoyed the last few minutes. More than I’d ever had in my life. And that had just been Declan’s mouth and we had all our clothes on. Except for my panties.

  This little fantasy wouldn’t last long and now that I knew what they could do, there was no way I’d let my inhibitions and hang-ups keep me from reveling in my one and only chance to live out my dirtiest daydreams. And I had no doubt they could fulfill every single one, including some I never knew I had.

  Declan leaned in, pulled me out of the truck and tossed me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. I didn’t know whether to laugh or shout in indignation, but laughter won, especially when I caught sight of a grinning Cole following behind us.

  Declan gave my ass a smack as he took me inside and up to the bedroom, taking the stairs two at a time. “You’re ours for the night,” he said as he set me down in front of a king-sized bed.

  I looked up at the dark, brooding hottie and then over to Cole, with his handsome, classic good looks. Just a few minutes ago I’d told him talk like that scared me, but now, it didn’t scare me at all. It made me eager.

  I was theirs for the night? Yeah, I was so okay with that. I just hadn’t known I needed a really good orgasm to figure that out.

  “Take off that dress,” Declan ordered. While he crossed his arms over his chest, he winked, taking the bite out of the words. Now, I wasn’t afraid of his dominance. I reveled in it.

  I couldn’t help but grin at him as I shimmied out of it, pulling it over my head and saying a silent prayer of thanks that I’d thought to wear my nice black lace bra and panties. Although, my panties were in his pocket so the effect wasn’t the same. The way they were staring at me, it didn’t seem they minded. Not one, cock hardening bit.

  Even so, I felt awkward and exposed standing there in next to nothing while two fully clothed men eyed me unabashedly from head to toe. That awkwardness disappeared quickly as I saw the desire and appreciation that they made no attempt to hide.

  “Holy fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Cole said quietly. He took a step toward me. “Lose the bra, darlin’.”

  I started to do as I was told but then stopped. I knew what was coming. These guys would make me come again…and again. They were hell bent on making me happy, on showing me how it could be. Not that I was complaining, but there was something I needed first. My mind flashed back on that feeling I’d had earlier in the truck when my hands were on their legs. I’d seen their cocks grow hard and seen the effect I had on them. That feeling was what I wanted right now. I needed to experience my own power first before I let them have full control.

  “Wait,” I said. To my delight they froze instantly. For all their commands and orders, I was the one who set the ground rules here, just as they’d told me. Their reaction was proof they would never do anything I didn’t want them to do. I’d known that deep down, but seeing it with my own eyes was satisfying.

  “Is something wrong?” Declan asked, concern written all over his face.

  “We told you, we can take things slow,” Cole said.

>   I swallowed down a laugh. Slow was not what I had in mind. I shook my head. “It’s not that. It’s just…I want to see you first.”

  That earned me a wicked grin from Cole and a laugh from Declan. “If the lady insists.”

  They shed their clothes quickly and as they dropped their jeans and then their boxers, my mouth fell open. “Wow, um…wow.”

  Holy hell, they were bigger than I’d imagined. Long and thick, their hard cocks just begged to be touched. And when Cole gripped the base and began to slowly stroke it, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip, I licked my lips. I wanted to taste them, to make them come like I had.

  In a surprising twist, I realized their concern and then dominance made me bold. I could be myself. No, I could be a new me, a me that didn’t shy away from what I wanted. I was passionate and wild, a little dirty too, and I was going to embrace the hell out of it.

  When they told me what to do, they were giving me space to forget everything and just flourish, to let my pleasure and desire take over. I gave in to that now, dropping to my knees before them. “Who’s first?”

  “Whoa, darlin’, you don’t have to do this,” Cole said, eyes dark. Heated. I’d shocked them, that much was obvious. He’d stilled at my bold behavior, but still gripped his cock.

  “I do. I so do,” I replied as I glanced up at them. They were so big, so powerful and yet gentle. Thoughtful. “I was afraid, but I’m not any longer. One orgasm seems to have helped. A lot.”

  They both grinned.

  “I want this. I want you. Both of you.”

  Cole growled with approval and Declan stepped forward, grasping his cock and carefully working it into my open mouth. Once I closed my lips around him, he slid his hands into my hair to hold me close.

  Oh shit, it had been so long since I’d done this, a little part of me was hoping I hadn’t forgotten how. But it turned out sucking a cock was like riding a bike. I moved my head back and forth, taking his shaft in and out, using my tongue to stroke his length and reveling in the sound of his moans. He was like velvet against my tongue, but rock hard. Too big to take his whole length, I wrapped my fingers around the base—they wouldn’t close all the way—and worked him as I drew in my cheeks as I sucked.

  I heard Cole moving toward me and felt him brush his cock against my cheek, felt the streak of pre-cum. This was hot, dirty and really, really good. Pulling back, I released Declan and took Cole’s cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the flared head as if it were a lollipop, licking up the salty essence. He didn’t even let me take him into my mouth, to feel him slide into my throat, before he pulled back.

  “You had your turn, Hannah. Now it’s our turn to be in control.”

  He paused, waited for me to nod, then said, “On the bed. Now.”

  I no longer panicked at that authoritative tone. I didn’t do anything but get wetter.

  Declan gently pulled me up and helped me onto the bed. With deft fingers, he unclasped my bra, my breasts falling free. My nipples were already hard, but ached with the feel of the cool air.

  “Hands and knees,” Cole commanded.

  Oh yes. God, the idea of him taking me from behind had me moving quickly. As soon as I did, he knelt on the bed at my side and ripped the wrapper off a condom. I watched the play of abs as he moved, took in the dark line of hair that traveled down to his cock. And that beast.

  Was it going to fit? My pussy clenched, eager to find out.

  My breasts hung down and my ass was up. Everything was on display and I didn’t care. I just needed that big cock of his deep inside of me. Now.

  “This is going to be quick, darlin’.” He glanced up from sheathing himself, grinned. “Next time, we’ll go nice and slow.”

  Worked for me. “Yes, hurry.”

  Who was that breathy sounding woman? I couldn’t believe this was me. Naked and in bed, desperate and damn eager for two cocks.

  He moved behind me, nudging my knees wider with his own as Declan sat down on the bed, leaned back against the headboard, propped up with the pillows. Taking my arm, he pulled me so my hands were on the bed, but this time on either side of his hips. My mouth hovered directly over his rigid cock. It curved up, just touching his navel. I knew what he tasted like, what he felt like in my mouth and I wanted it again. I wanted to feel his fingers tangle in my hair, guide me as to what he liked. I wanted him to come in my mouth so I could taste him, swallow down every drop.

  Cole slid over my folds, then pressed his cock slowly into my wet pussy as Declan guided my head and he slid between my lips.

  Cole quickly found a rhythm that was hard and fast, filling me up as I greedily sucked on Declan’s cock. I moaned as Cole slid over my g-spot again and again. Declan groaned in reply and tightened his hold on my hair with one hand, cupped and played with my breast with the other.

  I was going to come. I was so close, pressing my hips back, meeting Cole’s thrusts to take him as deep as he’d go. But it wasn’t enough. Somehow, he knew, for he reached around and began to circle my clit with his thumb. I moaned again and this time Declan lifted his hips, thrusting his cock deep into my mouth, thickening, then coming. Looking up at him, I watched as he clenched his jaw, groaned with the pleasure of the hot, wet suck of my mouth. I felt the spurt of his hot cum against the back of my throat as Cole pinched my clit.

  I came on a muffled scream, my eyes closing and giving over to the body shaking, heart pounding, breath stealing pleasure.

  Cole fucked me, all cadence lost, having given over to his basest need to come. On a shout, he gripped my hip and filled me, his cum captured in the barrier of the condom.

  Declan lifted me off his spent cock before pulling me into his arms, our skin, damp with sweat, clung together. He was warm, so very warm and he was hard and powerful, broad and protective when he wrapped his arms about me.

  Cole slid from me, moved to the bathroom and returned after a minute. He brought a warm, wet washcloth and gently cleaned me up but I was too spent to care that he was tending to my most private parts.

  Finished, he collapsed in a boneless, utterly satisfied heap beside us on the bed. How had I ever thought these two were scary? They were like big, brawny teddy bears. Men who liked to fuck hard and cherish deeply.

  After a little while, they shifted me so I was snuggled in between them, my head on Declan’s chest and Cole’s warm body wrapped around me from behind. A blanket was tossed over us and I gave in to a very sated sleep.

  When I woke, it was still dark and the men were sleeping on both sides of me. Everything we’d done came back in a hot, sizzling instant. Holy shit, what had I just done? I’d slept with Declan and Cole. Not just slept with them, but fucked them. Yes, there was no other word for it. I was such a dirty, dirty girl. Nope. I refused to feel guilty about it. About the ache between my legs. But that didn’t mean I should stay here. Fun time was over and so was the one night.

  One night, that was all this was meant to be. One spectacular night that I’d be reminiscing about for the rest of my life. We’d all had fun, gotten to know each other in ways I hadn’t expected—like the feel on my tongue sliding over the pulsing vein that ran along the length of Declan’s cock or Cole’s fingers as he held me still so he could pound into me.

  Yup, dirty. Filthy dirty. And liberating. I wouldn’t be scared any longer.

  I moved slowly, easing from the crook of Declan’s shoulder and lifting Cole’s arm from around my waist. I’d nearly made it to the edge of the bed when I heard Cole move behind me. Next thing I knew, his arm was once again cinched around my waist, keeping me in the bed. His hand cupped my breast, a perfect fit.

  “I don’t think so, darlin’.”

  “I, uh, I need to get home,” I whispered, not wanting to wake Declan.

  “There’s no way in hell we’d let you do the walk of shame.”

  “I don’t mind, I’ll just—”

  He tugged me back so I was lying pressed against him, once again cuddled up between him and Declan, who w
as starting to stir.

  “No arguments,” he said, his hand gently roving up and down my arm. “This date isn’t over until we drive you home.”

  It seemed it wasn’t going to be now. I relented with a sigh. I supposed there wasn’t much harm in extending my fantasy night for a few more hours. At least until the sun came up.

  Cole shifted, coming up on his forearm so he was leaning over me. The room was dark, but the glow of the moon through the window allowed me to see his eyes were dark with want, his smile was soft but his voice…his voice was full of promise. “Besides, you can’t go anywhere until I’ve had my own taste.”

  My sleep-deprived brain didn’t know what he was talking about at first. It didn’t click until he eased himself down so he was between my thighs, his hands pressing them further and further apart. I felt his warm breath fan over my delicate skin just before he put his mouth on me.

  CHAPTER SIX

  HANNAH

  The next time I woke up, Cole was sitting up at my side, a steaming mug of coffee in his hand and a cocky smile on his face. He wore a pair of loose track pants and nothing else. The view was very appealing. “Morning, darlin’.”

  I scrambled to sit up, nearly knocking over the mug he held out to me as I tugged at the sheet to cover myself. I mumbled my thanks, my cheeks as hot as the coffee.

  His grin grew wider. “You were in an awful hurry to get out of here earlier this morning. You work the lunch shift today?”

  I shook my head. “Not until dinner.”

  His mention of what he’d done earlier had me looking anywhere but at him. Having my pussy licked by a relative stranger first thing in the morning wasn’t exactly an everyday occurrence in my life. Actually, that had been the only occurrence. Something told me if I let this go on any longer I’d have no end of early morning orgasms.

  Cole made a tsking sound as he gently but firmly pulled the sheet away from the hand that wasn’t holding my coffee. “Where did that dirty little mind of yours just wander off to?”