Page 90 of Sweet Ache (Driven 6)
The door opens, a dark shadow against the brightness of the light behind him, and I sit up in the bed, my sheet falling around my waist. “What took you so long?”
“Well, shit.” The voice has me grabbing for the sheet and pulling it up around me as fast as possible despite the darkness of the room. “Hawkin actually wants to do this.”
“Vince?” I ask in an unsteady voice, trying to wrap my head around what the hell he’s doing in here, and then my mind processes his comment. “Do what?”
I have a surprise for you. I hear Hawke’s words again from moments before as my mind recalls several times since we’ve met where there has been the innuendo about a threesome. I thought it was just guy talk, macho bullshit, but that mixed with the comment from the groupie girls downstairs causes my heart to start pounding rapidly. Is this really what Hawkin wants?
Vince’s laugh is low and suggestive and as much as I want to say the idea doesn’t turn me on, it does. What woman doesn’t want to be pleasured by two men at the same time, if not just to check it off her sexual bucket list? Of course it’s crossed my mind, but does that mean I’d actually follow through if I had the opportunity …?
I guess I’m about to find out the answer.
I’m not one to be talked into anything, especially on the sexual front. The idea of this threesome unnerves me and at the same time sends that tingle of desire in my core into overdrive. Do I want to do something like this? Is this something Hawke’s used to doing? What if I start to go for it and then chicken out?
My mind wars over all of this in a matter of mere seconds while my palms start to sweat and my body trembles with indecision and the unknown. “Did Hawke tell you to come up here?” I ask with an unsteady voice, and I know it’s a shitty thing to ask, like I doubt him, but I can’t help it.
“Rocket said he was looking for me where he makes music because he needed me to help with something. I went to the studio and he wasn’t there, so I tried here and I …” He whistles low and quick. “After his tiff in the kitchen I wasn’t expecting this, but shit, Trix, I’m game if you are?”
I’m stil
l unsure how I feel about this, excited yet nervous, wanting to and at the same time fearful about how the dynamic would change if we went through with a threesome. Add to that, the man I want is Hawkin, hands down. Vince is good-looking in a lot of ways but Hawkin just affects everything within me like no other man has done before.
Vince’s question hangs in the air with the lingering excitement of the unknown. And then Hawke’s smile from earlier tonight flashes through my mind, the ease, the relaxation; the old Hawkin that I’d missed was back, and if doing this for and with him keeps it there, then I’m good with the idea.
Besides, I’m usually open to new experiences and this most definitely would be one…. I just have to go into it with an open mind and defined limits.
“I … um …” It’s all I can manage, glad Vince can’t see the flush in my cheeks through the shadowed darkness of the room because then I’d really feel like the naive little girl right now.
“It’s okay, Q. We’ll take it slow. Only do what you’re comfortable with. Hawke and I may have done this a time or two,” he says, providing me with a strange comfort.
“Sorry, Q, I can’t find the surprise,” Hawkin says as the door opens and closes behind him.
“I’m right here, man,” Vince says, and although I can see only Hawke’s profile, I can see the double-take action of his head.
“What—”
“Can’t believe both of you are game after all of the shit you’ve been giving me over this.”
The room falls silent momentarily as Hawke walks the length of the room to where I’m perched on the bed. Nerves start to hum within me and I suddenly wish that the bottle of tequila was closer because hell if I’m not going to need some liquid courage now that this is about to happen. Hawke sinks down onto the bed beside me.
My pulse pounds in my ears, my body feels like it’s been lit on fire from the flush of adrenaline that burns through me, and even Hawke’s touch on my skin does nothing to abate my nerves. I liked the idea of this but now that the opportunity is a reality, my fear and anxiety and excitement all crash together. I’m going to have to act, not think, feel not worry, relax until the apprehension fades to pleasure. My every emotion is amplified in the silence of the room, and the muted beat of music down below throbs like a second heartbeat.
“Quinlan.” The way Hawkin says my name as he reaches out to brush my hair off my face pulls on every emotion that the moment hasn’t already churned up, because I hear the strain in it, the sadness I want to be gone. “I don’t—”
And before I can chicken out, before I can tell him that I’m so nervous I can’t speak in return, I yank him toward me and cut his words off by putting my lips on his. Hawke is hesitant at first, trying to pull back to make sure that I’m okay, but I don’t relent. I keep my hands and my lips in constant movement so that I can lose myself in the moment.
And then he starts to finally respond. He’s just as eager, just as hungry as I am. My hands are trying to unbutton his jeans but his hands slide between my thighs before I can get them undone. I don’t even realize that the incoherent moan that fills the room is from me until Hawke groans in response when he finds me slick with desire for him. I arch my back as I’m swamped with the sensation he gives me when he slips two fingers inside me at the same time his mouth finds the tight bud of my nipple.
The haze of arousal owns all of my senses and is amplified by Rocket’s drinks and the heady sensations of Hawke’s hands on me. Our chemistry is so intoxicating that it feels like forever since he’s touched me intimately even though it’s been only days.
I get lost in his thoroughness as he works me into a frenzy: his warm mouth on my chilled skin, his fingers sliding in and out of me before pulling back up and adding friction to my clit. He murmurs to me, how sexy I am, how hard he wants to fuck me, how he can’t wait to feel his dick in my mouth.
My muscles begin to tense as everything begins to overwhelm me, that warm, sweet ache in my core spreading from my center outward like some inexplicable paralysis due to an overdose of sensation. “Hawke, God,” I moan. “Don’t stop.”
My body soars as I fall off the edge when my orgasm hits me full force. My breath, my heart, my emotions, all three work in overtime so that I can ride out the orgasm Hawke has given me. My body trembles as I resurface from my climactic haze, and then Hawkin brands his mouth to mine, stealing my soft mewls before I can even begin to recover.
Then I feel the bed shift, and I’m shocked back to the reality that Vince really is here, on the bed. I’m immediately pulled from our intimacy that was like a protective shield making the moment solely ours. And now it’s not. Hawke’s lips fall from mine instantly and I can physically feel the hesitation in his actions, fingers flexing into the sides of my hips and mouth denying me its taste.
I’m not sure if it’s my overall hesitancy or nerves mistaken as a lack of enthusiasm toward Vince, but something about the moment shifts.
