Haven

by Astra Rose

There’s no one I can call, anyway. My friendships and my relationships with what was left of my family all became strained and distant over the past two years. Dane drove himself like a wedge between me and anybody who cared for me, telling them lies, telling me lies, doing everything he could to leave me feeling isolated and alone, completely dependent on him. And he succeeded.

I can see that he has a large tattoo across his throat—a bird, with a wingspan that wraps around the sides of his neck.

Luke is as bronzed as his friend is pale, wearing a sleeveless shirt that shows off his insanely muscular arms, with long, dark blond hair pulled back in a bun and a short beard. He’s got tattoos that wrap around both biceps,

But as they say, when you’re wearing rose-colored glasses, red flags just look like… flags.

“And I’m in control.” He juts his chin forward and kisses me, the smell and feel of him making electricity buzz through me. I almost can’t believe I’m going to feel this man inside of me. “No way, baby,” he says against my mouth. “I’m not going to be able to control myself with you.”

“Your girlfriend asks a lot of questions. Maybe you need to put something in her mouth to shut her up.”

Suddenly, all I can think about is sliding the silky fabric of her shorts to one side and fucking my son’s girlfriend senseless against the counter.

If they want to play right here at the dinner table, I’m not going to be the one to stop them. I spread my legs apart, slowly, making it easier for Micah’s hand to travel up my inner thigh, and he traces his fingers up and over my sensitive flesh, keeping his eyes trained on me. He brushes his fingers lightly against the fabric of my panties, sending a shock of arousal through me, and my body floods with warmth.

“Good girl,” he breathes, pleased. He slides his finger out slowly, and I tremble as more pleasure courses through me. He sticks his finger in his mouth and sucks it clean, catching my eye, and my mouth goes slack at the sight of him.

He’s so big that I can’t fully wrap my hand around him and I shudder imagining how good he would feel inside.

“Look at what you’re doing to me, love,” I gasp against her mouth. “I fucking need you. Please.” I reach down and grab her hand again, squeezing it tighter around my dick and moving it up and down harder, right up over the tip, to show her what I need. Every inch of me is craving her, heat is pounding through me at her touch, and I roll my head back and squeeze my eyes shut. I need to come.

“Please fucking suck me,” I beg. “I need to come, love.” She arches an eyebrow mischievously. “How badly?” she asks. “Please,” I groan. “Fucking now, I need your fucking mouth.”

“Shh,” she says playfully. “You’ll wake up your father.”

I want games. I want filth. I want taboo. I’m so fucking hard and I need this to be nasty and hot.

It sounds like an accusation, but I want her to say yes. I want to know that she’s so hot and ready that she’ll fuck all of us. I want to fuck a girl who’s also fucked my father.

“Tell me yes,” I mutter, my voice thick. “Tell me you did. I want to fuck the little slut who needs to fuck all of us.”

She doesn’t want Sean to hear. She actually thinks there’s a chance he won’t. But I’m sure he can hear us as clearly as I could hear the soft, urgent whispers between them. I don’t care if he hears. Maybe she doesn’t know what it’s like when three bachelors live together. I’ve heard Sean fuck before, he’s heard me. Hell, Luke and I have shared women before. There are no secrets, and more importantly, I don’t care. I’m too far gone to stop; I need release.

“He’s probably over there jerking off to the sound of you getting fucked,” I murmur, and feel her immediate response. Her pussy squeezes even tighter around me. I wrap a hand around her hip and clench it hard. “I’m not going to be quiet,” I tell her. “And I’m not going to take it slow. I’m going to fuck you hard, like you want, and I’m going to make you fucking scream when you come, Hannah.”

“Listen up, old man,” she says, narrowing her eyes. “Don’t blame me if you’re walking around here with blue balls. That’s the choice you made. You think I don’t see how you look at me? You’re not mad I fucked both your sons. You’re mad that they’ve had this pussy and you haven’t.”

"Is that what you want, Hannah?” I growl in her ear. “You want to play Daddy’s little girl?”

“You’re fucking both my sons,” he continues. It’s a statement, not a question. “But with me it’s going to be different.”

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “Young girls’ tits.”

We’re playing Daddy.

Really big. Big like I’m-nervous-about-him-fitting-in big.

“You’re too fucking young for me,” he growls, lightly flexing his hand, and I feel my nipple harden against his palm. But that’s what you like, isn’t it, Daddy? I think, but don’t dare say aloud. Not yet. It’s too risky, too untested.

“You’re going to take all of me.”

I need to fuck her. I need us both to fuck her. To share her. My brother, with whom I’ve shared everything. The one who can sit beside me when I’m under a thundercloud like this. Not his Hannah. Not my Hannah. Our Hannah.

I have to admit, the idea of Hannah coming around my dick while another man eats her out is fucking hot,

“Boys, why don’t you show Hannah how glad you are to have her here?”

“Why don’t you lick Hannah’s pussy, Micah?” I suggest. I want to see her soft, sweet pussy; want to watch her head roll back in pleasure as she gets eaten out.

It’s so dirty, watching my sons fuck her. But it’s about to get so much dirtier when I’ve got her on her knees in front of me, calling me Daddy.

And Daddy is getting very, very desperate for his little girl.

“Daddy wants your ass. Your tight little asshole for my big dick.” “Yes, Daddy.”

“It’s gonna hurt, sweetie,” I say gently. “It’s gonna hurt, but Daddy needs this. Daddy needs your ass.”