Page 98 of Give Me Peace

He sets a pace I can’t predict. One minute it’s soft and languorous, the next he’s eating me so forcefully it borders on painful. Every time I reach that peak, he pulls back, switching up his movement before I can fully crest it. Krew does this repeatedly, working me into such a frenzy my legs start to shake. I have no idea how long he’s been at it when he dips lower, using his hands to spread me open. I squeak at the foreign feel of his mouth in such a private place.

“Be quiet, princess, and let me eat your ass in peace.” I sputter indignantly, my eyes pinned to the ceiling as I lay there in shock, but he gets right back to work. Krew licks me from one end to the other, probing that tight ring of muscle with each pass, pushing in a little farther every time. This is, quite possibly, the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done. But, God, it actually feels good. So, so good.

“You like that, huh?” I can feel him smiling, and if it weren’t for the way he’s using his tongue, I’d squeeze his head between my thighs until it popped like a watermelon. But as it stands, I’m enjoying this far too much to formulate words, much less any sort of aggression. “One day, I’m going to watch my come drip from this tight little hole.”

“Please,” I cry hoarsely.

“Please what, Tink?” Krew stops altogether, resting on his heels as he stares down at me. “You need to come? Is that it?” He slips a finger in, making my back arch. “I’ll make it better, but first I want you to tell me whose pussy this is. You might be ours, but here and now, you belong to me alone. I control your pleasure. Your pain.” My lips parts, but words evade me. I can’t do what he’s asking because I can’t think straight.

“Say it,” Krew grits out, his own restraint waning after the endless amount of time he’s spent driving me to brink of insanity. “Whose is it, princess?” he taunts me, slapping my clit with his cock. I whimper, squirming beneath him as he slides back and forth, rubbing his piercing against me. It’s too much, yet not enough.

“Yours,” I relent, my voice drenched in desperation, but he continues to keep my release just out of reach. As the first tear slips from my eye, I realize Krew was right. I’m a shaky, strung-out mess, willing to do or say anything to ease the ache.

“Fuck, yes,” Krew groans, watching the evidence of my frustration trail down my cheek. I think the sight turns him on even more. He slams inside me, making me grunt from the force. His thrust is so rough, my body slides up the bed. Krew anchors me, his hands tight on my hips as he starts to fuck me in earnest. My mouth falls open, a silent scream on the tip of my tongue as I finally find release.

“You feel as good as you taste, princess. But we’re far from done.” Krew twists me to my side, only pulling out long enough to resituate me. He lifts my leg, my body turned while he keeps the same angle. My hands are still tied to the headboard, the fabric digging in a little harder without the extra slack. Surprisingly, I relish the touch of pain. I sought Krew out to escape the numbness creeping in. I’m certainly feeling the opposite of nothing right now. The sound our flesh makes as it slaps together is downright vulgar, but in in the best way. We’re drenched in sweat, but the soaked sheet below me isn’t from exertion. Krew has edged me for so long I don’t think I can endure any more, but he shows no hint of stopping any time soon.

“Take it, princess,” Krew pants, his thrust slowing just the slightest as he presses a finger against my ass. I’m so keyed up I don’t even flinch. He slips in easily, working me from both ends until I’m nothing more than a wet, writhing mess. “Goddamn, Tink. It won’t be long before you’re taking two cocks at once.” I clench around him, my body on board despite the questions and concerns that scenario conjures.

My orgasm hits out of nowhere, building so quick it makes my vision blur. This must be what people mean by ‘seeing stars’. Krew groans, hissing as he pulls out and rips the condom off. I had no idea he even put one on, which is irresponsible on my part. He strokes his cock, squeezing it angrily till thick, hot spurts of his come paint my side. I lay there, limp and sated, too exhausted to bother with the clean-up.

Krew stumbles to the bathroom, his balance so off-center he smacks the doorframe with his shoulder. I smile at his muffled curse, halfway to sleep when he finally comes back with a warm washcloth. His brow pinches with annoyance as wipes his release away. I sigh when he tosses the soiled rag aside and curls around me. Krew kisses my neck, his arm wedged between my breasts, hand resting at the base of my throat. A small part of me questions the silence. My tendency to overthink is warring with what I know to be true. He hasn’t voiced his feelings or given me those three words I long to hear. But I know Krew loves me. He’s shown me plenty over the past few weeks, whether he realizes it or not.

Proof is in the bathroom light he left on.

“You smell like sex and bad decisions,” Kash pouts, pressing his face against my neck. The teasing lilt to his voice lets me know he’s only joking. I twine my fingers through his curls, happy to hear his voice after the state he was in yesterday.

“That’s rich, coming from you.” Krew steps from the closet, his bare abdomen disappearing far too quickly behind a fresh shirt. “You good now? Because we’ve got enough shit on our plate without having to deal with yours, too.” I glare at Krew, angered on Kash’s behalf at his lack of empathy. I know his annoyance stems from seeing his twin suffer through a full-blown meltdown, but that doesn’t make it okay. His cruel words are unnecessary.

“All good, little brother,” Kash replies easily, appearing unbothered by the obvious dig. They lock gazes, a silent conversation ensuing between them as I watch from the sidelines. Eventually, Krew releases a sigh and saunters closer. He braces his hands on the bed, caging me in and forcing Kash to put some space between us.

“Princess,” he greets me softly, a tender smile gracing his lips. “I’ve got some work to do, but I’ll see you later.” Krew drops a kiss to my forehead and turns to leave. Just as he reaches the door, he looks back and adds, “Be a good girl. Maybe fill Kash in on that new thing you like?” Krew smirks, his eyes alight with challenge. I flush from head to toe, but the pillow I throw in retaliation only smacks the closed door as he slips from the room. When I turn to face Kash, he’s got an excited, curious look on his face. I groan and burrow beneath the covers.

“Let’s go, stinky,” Kash orders, ripping me from the warmth of their bed. He stiff-arms me, holding my body away from his like it’s riddled with cooties as he struts toward the bathroom. “You reek of my brother’s baby juice,” Kash sneers, his nose scrunching in mock disgust. He drops me to my feet so he can turn the shower on, and only then do I realize I’m completely naked. It’s a testament to how far I’ve come—how comfortable I’ve grown with the guys—that I’m not the least bit bothered by my nudity.

Kash smiles boyishly as I help him undress, his eyebrows wagging comically when I slide his sweats off. I roll my eyes, knowing I’m way too sore to entertain the idea of sex so soon after the wrecked state Krew left me in just a few hours ago. I sigh in relief as we slip in together, letting the hot water ease the tension from my sore, overworked muscles.

Who knew orgasm deprivation could be so straining?

I spin to face Kash, using my soaped-up hands to clean his body. I trace the dips and valleys along his stomach, marveling at the definition. It amazes me how toned he is, especially with his diet consisting mostly of sugar and carbs. Yet he rarely works out. God really does have favorites. His eyes are still heavy, a side effect from the medication, I’m sure, but it does nothing to dampen his beauty. I lift his arm and brush my finger across the faint bruise, then press my lips to it. If I could, I’d take away his suffering in a heartbeat. It’s painful to know my involvement with Kash is causing him distress, so much so, he’s needed to be heavily medicated. Love shouldn’t hurt like that, but I know I’ll never give him up. He wouldn’t let me if I tried.

“I’ll take you with me,” I insist, standing on my tiptoes so I can reach his lips. “We’ll hide you in a suitcase if we have to, but I won’t let Denvers separate us.” Kash’s shoulders sag as soon as the words leave my mouth. That oppressive weight of fear eases up, allowing him to breathe a little easier. But we both know it’s unlikely. If the FBI wants me moved, nothing and no one can stop them. This awful sense of doom hangs over me, taunting me with what-ifs. Should Denvers choose to take me from the guys, it could very well be the final nail in the coffin of my psyche. I’m only doing as well as I am because of them.

“I do travel well.” Kash rocks his head from side to side, staring off speculatively. “Shelf-stable and pretty low maintenance.” I scoff at the outright lie. His sucker addiction alone would require its own set of luggage.

“Thank God you’re pretty,” I tease with a pat to Kash’s chest.

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm,” I force out, my eyes closing as he toys with my nipple. “And sweet.” I slip lower, trailing kisses down his body as I make my decent. When I hit my knees, I look up, finding Kash’s gaze intent on me through the spray of water. My hair is stuck to my skin, but the sight I make must please him. His breath stutters as he grips himself and traces my mouth with his cock. I lick my lips instinctively, tasting the salty drop of pre-cum he smears across them.

“So sweet,” I add, making him groan appreciatively. I open, allowing him entrance, hoping like hell the learning curve for blowjobs is pretty self-explanatory. I start slow, allowing myself a few seconds to adjust to the foreign feel of something probing the back of my throat. When I look at Kash, the heat in his eyes makes me squirm. To see the affect this is having on him makes it worth it. He chokes back a moan when I grip his ass, urging him to take over.

“Sweetness,” Kash says in warning. My response is to swallow, feeling empowered by the way he slaps a hand on the wall to keep himself upright. “Jesus Christ. I think you sucked my soul out.” I laugh—as much as I can with my mouth full. Only Kash could make light of such an intimate moment.

He peers down at me, bringing his hand up to stroke the side of face lovingly. I nod, giving him permission to use me how he wants. Kash bites his lip in contemplation but ultimately gives in. He grips the back of my head, his pace nice and easy, but it’s obvious that’s for my benefit. His jaw is clenched in concentration, thighs strained from the effort he’s exerting to keep his need at bay. I dig my fingers in, encouraging him to let go. Kash thrusts forward, causing me to gag, but I don’t pull away.

“Breathe for me,” Kash instructs while holding himself still. I take slow, deep breaths through my nose, trying not to panic at the way his cock is constricting my airway. His strokes resume, but it doesn’t take long before he’s fully fucking my mouth. He taps my cheek, his movement growing sloppy.