Page 46 of Altered By Fire (Undercover Sinners 1)
"Shh," Arsen purrs, stroking the column of my neck. "Hawke's just getting an extra little treat for you. Now keep sucking, you have a mouth like a fucking Hoover, and I'm just dying to come down your throat."
An extra little treat? I'm not left wondering for long, as something cold and hard is stroked down the length of my cunt and then dipped inside. It's not quite as thick as Hawke's cock, but it's long and Hawke pumps it in and out of me a few times before dragging it down to my asshole.
"Fuck yeah," Arsen encourages as his fingers grip my throat.
Hawke responds by pressing the object against my tight hole, breaching the ring of muscle slowly and making me cry out with ecstasy. Whatever he's using, it's been thoroughly lubed with my own juices so offers little resistance as he pushes it further inside me.
"Perfect," Hawke breathes when he's inserted the round object as far as he wants. "How's that, Natalia?"
I moan my muffled approval, and Arsen chuckles a dark sound.
"I'd say she fucking loves it," Arsen replies for me, withdrawing his cock from my mouth and slapping it across my face. "What do you think, Miss Petrova?" He allows me enough space to raise my head just an inch, to look down between my legs.
"Holy shit," I breathe, seeing the white tip of a candle protruding from my ass. "Fuck yes."
Both men laugh and Arsen gives me no further respite before holding my jaw open and shoving his rock-hard erection back into my mouth. I feel Hawke shift, his hot cock pressing back inside me, only this time it’s with the extra stretch of having my asshole filled at the same time.
When Hawke bottoms out, filling my pussy just as the candle is filling my ass, I scream into my next orgasm. I've mentioned before that I'm one of those lucky bitches who can orgasm on vaginal penetration only, but this is just next level.
Hawke grunts curses as he pounds into me, and I know he's close. Arsen, too, as I can see his balls tightening and feel his shaft beginning to pulse against my tongue. I need to come one more time, but have a feeling that won't be any issue the way this is going.
"Use your teeth," Arsen orders me, and I oblige, scraping my teeth along his length as he pumps into my mouth. He's insane, so I know he gets off on the danger, and I press harder than I usually would, which seems to work for him. "Shit yeah," he grunts, his hand tightening around my neck.
He starts coming as his hand tightens even further, and my vision starts to go black from lack of oxygen. I don't want him to stop though, not for a fucking second. He pulls out of my mouth abruptly, coming on my tongue instead of the back of my throat where I can't taste it, and I swallow.
"Fuck," Hawke swears as I put on a show of licking Arsen’s slick tip, and then Hawke’s coming, too. As he finishes, he abruptly yanks the candle back out of my ass, and I spiral into my third orgasm, screaming as my body convulses and shivers through the overwhelming sensations.
As my cries fade, the sound of something hitting the floor jolts us from the post-sex haze.
"Shit!" Hawke yells, leaping off me while Arsen begins cackling with laughter.
"What is it?" I demand, but Arsen just seals his lips to mine, kissing me deeply before releasing my face.
"That was fun. Let's do it again, sometime." Without any further explanation, he hops off the altar and saunters away, whistling like a fruit loop.
Unobstructed by his body, I can turn my head just enough to see Hawke crouched over someone in the aisle of the church and doing what seems like … chest compressions?
"Hawke! What the fuck is going on? Who is that?" I demand, thrashing against my bonds but getting nowhere. Hawke seriously knew what he was doing when he tied me down.
"Fuck, where the fuck did Arsen just go?" he bellows back at me, looking panicked.
"How the fuck do I know? I'm a little tied down here!" I scream back at him, freaking out because he's freaking out. "Who is that?"
"Fucking fuck!" Hawke curses. "It's Sister Frances. I think she just had a heart attack when she saw us … you know …"
"Oh for the love of God," I exclaim, and the irony is not lost on me. "Untie me, so I can get help!"
"I can't," he pants. "I have to keep up compressions."
I groan, and tug on my restraints again. This is not cool. For several minutes I just lie there on my back, my legs spread and the result of my own orgasms slick on my cunt, until thankfully someone else shows up.
