Page 44 of Hunting Ground

But another thrust eliminates that problem. It’s so sharp and deep that I yelp, falling forward onto Ansel’s chest with my hands splayed on his skin.

He huffs out a laugh, one hand coming up to grip my hair as he smothers me with kisses. I pant into him while Ronan fucks me, feeling my thighs start to shake.

I’m already oversensitive. Every time he fills me up, I swear I can feel every inch of him inside me. My body grips him, wanting to keep him, and my gasps turn into soft little cries into Ansel’s mouth.

It doesn’t take him long. I shouldn’t be surprised, after the shower, but I whimper against Ansel when his thrusts become erratic and Ronan’s hand splays against my upper back to keep me pressed to Ansel’s chest.

“Good girl,” Ronan pants. “Take it for me just like that. You feel so fucking good. Just take it for me.” The words fall, raspy and uneven from his lips as he fucks me, and I can feel the trembling of his thighs just as his fingers curl to press hard against my spine.

One thrust, then another, and on the third, Ronan drives himself deep, leaning over to cover me with his body while his hand slides up to grip my hair with Ansel’s. His mouth finds my throat and I can’t help my surprised whimper when he bites down hard enough to leave yet another mark that’s sure to bloom stark against my pale skin.

I want to wear their marks for a lot longer than tonight.

The thought has me letting out a long, low whine against Ansel’s mouth, and every instinct in me is trained on the way Ronan feels as he continues to grind his hips against me while he comes. Ansel is warm below me, and between the two of them, I’m radiating heat and arousal and the urge to make a stupid pun.

“I think maybe–”

“No.” Ansel sits up suddenly and Ronan falls backward, giving Ansel room to shove me down on my back, the room spinning above me as I gaze up at him in surprise. “Absolutely not.” With a scowl, he grabs my thigh and pulls it over his shoulder, forcing my legs open wide for him. “You do not get to come up with a shitty porn title right now. Not ever, preferably, but at least not until we’re done.”

“I thought we were,” I admit with an apologetic grin on my lips. “That’s my bad–”

“You’re the worst.” Ansel gives me a wide, wicked grin, and then leans down to lick a bold stripe up my slit, causing me to squawk in surprise and delight. “Now shut up so I can taste you.”

I don’t get a chance to do otherwise. Not with Ansel buried between my thighs, licking at my slit in small, soft laps. The only thing I manage to do is to make a soft sound of stubbornness, before Ronan is beside me, his hand in my hair pulling me towards him.

“If you really ned to use your mouth…” he sighs, like he’s doing me a favor. “You can clean me up, gorgeous girl.” He barely hesitates. Not that I’m giving him a reason to. Ronan guides my face to his cock, until my nose nudges his thigh, and my hand comes up to grip the base of him, my tongue lapping over his tip and teasing the underside.

Ronan shudders, his fingers tightening in my hair, and fixes me with a look. Ansel must get the memo, because he suddenly pushes two fingers into me, and a second later, his tongue follows them.

I’d do more than whine if my mouth wasn’t full. But all I can do is take my frustration and the way this is just slightly too much still out on Ronan. I tease the tip of his cock, my tongue constantly working over it, before moving down to lick up any trace of his release and the taste of me on him.

My stomach clenches, and I can feel the way my body starts to tremble as my muscles tighten. I make another sound, and my hand moves to clench Ronan’s thigh, prompting him to ease off a little.

But I’m not asking them to stop.

To prove that, I give him a sly smile. “I have a new name for it,” I pant. “It’s–”

But Ronan rolls his eyes and drags my face back into his lap until I’m grinning against his cock, my tongue once more teasing him.

The remark makes Ansel scoff again, and he adds a third finger as his tongue disappears. But moments later it’s back, and he laps at my clit like a fucking ice cream cone. The action has me gasping, my hips bucking into him, and Ansel chuckles before shoving me back down against the bed with his fingers thrusting in and out of me and his mouth fixed in place.

“Oh fuck–” I manage to pull away just enough. “Ansel please! Just give me a second, because it’s too much, and–”

Ronan pulls me to him again, cutting off my words, and if anything, Ansel makes even more of an effort. He goes from teasing to punishing, slipping a fourth finger into me that has me keening, and my hips roll continuously against his face as he grazes his teeth against me.

Ronan reaches down with his free hand, kneading and massaging my breasts, his hips grinding against my mouth without real purpose. I know he’s nowhere near ready to go again, but I don’t mind this.

It certainly gives me something to do with my mouth.

Between the two of them, I can’t hold out. My wordless protests grow louder, and my heart slams against my chest while Ansel fingers me, the wet sounds still audible even over my heart rate. But no matter how much I twist or struggle, they don’t stop.

“Come on, perfect girl,” Ansel murmurs against my clit. “Come on my fingers. Wanna taste you.” Somehow, that does it for me. I arch up, only pushing myself closer to Ansel’s mouth, and unlike my first release in the shower, this one feels like it’s wringing through me. My cunt pulses around Ansel’s fingers, body trying to keep him right here, trying to keep him fucking into me even as I see stars.

But thankfully, he doesn’t push me further. As soon as I’m panting and dazed on the bed, he lets my leg fall from his shoulder and gently sits me up. Ronan moves, just enough that they’re holding me between them, and something clicks into place inside me, like a piece I’ve never known was missing.

This is perfect.

This is everything I’ve been missing for ten years, since they left, and I fight the urge to drag them both closer.