Out of limits

SARAH 

The HawkThorne brothers do not let me utter another word. Ronan tilts my chin towards him so that my eyes rest on his. Slowly, he leans into me. My dry lips part in ecstasy. Underneath his cold, yet passionate stare, I feel cold lips grace kisses up my right thigh, and another up my left. I throw my head back and arch my back as a moan tears from my throat. 

I’m embarrassed immediately when I hear it. It’s such a guttural sound. I haven’t sounded like this in a…while. Can they tell? 

Ronan sits up, and wraps his hand around my neck while Jaxon and Malachi take turns eating my pussy. 

Damn. What am I doing? 

These men grew up with my older brother. They practically lived with us after the death of our parents, Kevin was only 20 then. They’ve known me since I was a little girl. Being touched by them now, like this, feels like a taboo. A taboo I never want to end. 

Ronan bites into the skin of my neck and I bite down on my lower lip to stiffle a moan. I’m successful until one of the brothers—I can’t tell if it’s Malachi or Jaxon—flicks his tongue on my clitoris. 

My eyes fly open, and I feel waves of pleasure crashing down on me. The cry from earlier is nothing compared to the one that tears from my throat as I cum. 

Heavens. I was barely touched, and yet I’m a mess. 

When I look down at Malachi and watch him lick his lips, I force a lump down my throat. No one has ever done that to me. Sex with Aaron only meant him sticking his dick into my pussy as I lay flat on my back. I made small whimpering noises until he…well, finished. 

But this? Fuck. This was something different. 

“Someone’s been starved.” Jaxon says, looking directly at me as he licks my liquid off his tongue. 

“Let’s fix that, shall we kitten?” 

I glare at him. Does he remember his nickname for me? I used to be really feisty like a cat back down, now…

It dawns on me how much being married to Aaron changed me, all in bad ways. In that moment, I am somewhat grateful that what he meant to use to embarrass me had given me a new experience. 

I’m still flustered, panting heavily when Jaxon picks up a phone and calls their car. 

We drive to one of their chain of hotels in the city. They usher me in through a secret entrance, which is understandable. We certainly don’t want a scandal in the morning. Scandals are bad for business. 

In the hotel room, I am slutted out and fucked by all three of them. They take different parts of my body, kissing me, telling me how beautiful I am. It’s almost unreal how much pleasure they give me. 

By the time I have my fifth orgasm of the night, my pussy is sore from having all three of them at least three times each. They haven’t cummed yet, so I suck Ronan’s dick while giving both Malachi and Jaxon handjobs as their cum drips from my sore pussy. 

I don’t stop. I’m not allowed to. Tears fill my eyes as I try to take in all of Ronan’s dick. He's the biggest of all the brothers. 

I choke and gag, but every time I try to take my head backwards, Ronan grabs a fistful of my red hair and urges me forward. 

“Fuck, Kitten!” He screams as he shoots a truck load of cum into my mouth. 

My sore pussy is wet all over again. I lick my lips and look up at him. His electric blue eyes stare at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Malachi and Jaxon spill their cum on my face at the same time as Ronan eats my ass. 

I have my sixth orgasm that night before I collapse on the bed. They take me into the bathroom and finger me until I can barely stand, before they take turns caressing me as they help wash me up.

When I’m cleaned, I watch them shower while sitting on the toilet sink, and Ronan scoops me up in his arms. 

For the first time in so long, I fall asleep less than five minutes after hitting the bed. 

~•~ 

By the time I wake up, it’s bright outside. I jerk up, hoping to the universe that it was all a dream. 

Jaxon stirs beside me and I realize it’s not. I really fucked my brother’s best friends! All three of them! 

I push the fancy duvet off me and scramble to my feet. Gosh. They really did one on me last night. My legs are weak and my entire body feels sore. 

Despite all this, a smile forms on my face. 

Aaron called me a lame fuck last night. I can only imagine the look on his face when he hears what I did. Not that I was going to tell him, anyway. I mean, except he asked, of course. 

I get dressed as quietly as I can and prepare to leave when Ronan steps into the room. It’s only then I realize there is a balcony. 

“Are you leaving without this, kitten?” He asks, flashing the key card in my face. 

But my eyes aren’t on the card. They rest on his bulky chiseled body. They take in his tattoo, and the size of his dick even in its flaccid state. 

I catch myself staring and look up at him. 

“I was just…” I clear my throat. 

“Thank you. I was looking for that.” 

I walk to him to take the key card, but he raises his hand up. He knows I won’t be able to take it, not with how tall he is. I say nothing and stare at him. He presses a card into my right hand. 

I look down at it. 

HAWKTHORNE BROTHERS is written in fine print. The card tells of their class and elegance. 

A frown stretches across my face. 

“Why are you giving me this?” 

“To call us, Kitten.” 

I look up at him. 

“Why would I want to do that? This was only a one time thing.” 

Ronan chuckles, and the sound stirs something in my stomach. He covers the little distance between us with one step forward, and cups my right cheek. 

“Last night was only the first of many, Sarah.” 

My eyes widen. What does he take me for? 

“You let us fuck you. You allowed us give you pleasure you know no living man has ever and can ever. You belong to the HawkThorne brothers until we say otherwise.”

I part my lips to speak. 

“You can’t…”

“You’re ours now, Sarah. To fuck, to own, to break, and to love.” 

“No.” My breath catches. 

“No love. Just fuck.” 

He smiles. 

“But this won’t be happening again, Ronan. You’re my brother’s best friends! You’re supposed to be like brothers to me.” 

“There was nothing brotherly about how good you took my cock last night, kitten. Or how many times you came in Malachi’s mouth.” 

I look away from him as heat begins to burn my cheeks. 

“Take the card and think about it. But don’t think too long, because we will be in touch.” 

“How?” I retort. 

“You don’t have my number.” I fold my arms across my chest. 

He turns his back to me and I take a glimpse of the tattoo that covers the right half. 

He scoffs. 

“We don’t need it to get you, Sarah. When we want to, we would. Now…” he pauses and reaches for a pack of cigarettes on a stool. 

“Don’t you need to hurry home to your little husband?” 

I roll my eyes as I catch the key card he throws towards me. Furious, I stomp towards the door. I mean, what does he think I am, really? 

Just as I open it, I hear his voice again. 

“Sarah?” 

I suck in a deep breath and turn to him. 

“He’s a fool for letting you go.” 

Ronan’s eyes aren’t cold when he says this. They’re almost gentle. Almost. 

Yet, the softness brings tears to mine. 

I nod in silence and walk out of the room swearing never to see them again. Yet, I slip the

ir card into my purse. 

They’re my brother’s best friends. I can fuck any man in the world, but not any of them. They’re out of limits.