Unconventional

by Krista Wolf

  Julian pulled his foot back and threw a thunderous kick. Rather than strike the defenseless bookie, it snapped the front leg off the couch and sent Killian rolling to the floor again.

  Before he could scramble or get up, Noah dropped a boot on his chest. He held him pinned there like a turtle on its back, totally defenseless.

  “If we have to come back here,” said Julian, “that’s it. It’s the last time. It’s the end, Killian. For this place. For you. For everything.”

  The men at the door nodded silently, angrily. Their faces were scowls.

  “Now… tell us you understand.”

  Killian sneezed, and a bubble of blood came out. There was alarm now, mixed in with the fear. The last tension went out of his body, his shoulders slumping as he broke.

  “SAY IT,” I snarled, reaching down for his throat.

  “I… understand.”

  I stopped mid-grasp, then stood back up. Noah looked at me approvingly and nodded.

  “Whatever debt this man owed you is paid in full,” said Julian finally. “You forfeited that money when you took his home. In fact, you should be paying him back. We should be ransacking this shithole right now, and taking anything that isn’t nailed down.”

  The statement was driven home as we all glanced around, slowly scanning the room. I knew Killian had a wall safe. I knew there would be a good deal of money in it, too.

  But we weren’t here to rob anyone. That just wasn’t our plan.

  “Instead, we’re even. You. Me. Them.” Julian pointed again. “Say that we’re even.”

  Killian swallowed. There was blood on his tongue now.

  “We’re even,” he muttered, his voice all cracked and nasally.

  It was another ten long seconds before Noah removed his boot from Killian’s chest. He tried to rise, failed, and then scrambled back to all fours. Eventually he stood up, pulling the shirt away just long enough to check its clotted surface. The bleeding had slowed but not stopped.

  “Remember,” said Noah. “This could be the end. Today. Now. Right here.”

  “Or we could be forced to come back,” said one of the men in the doorway. “And… well…” He shrugged two big shoulders. “You really don’t want that.”

  We exited the side door, one by one. Each man passed right by Killian, glaring at him, but he was only staring at the floor. He wouldn’t meet anyone’s gaze. He wasn’t that brave.

  Finally, I was the last to leave.

  I felt the uncontrollable urge to strike him again. To just grab him by the shoulders and send him flying into the nearest wall, or even sweep him right back to his knees.

  Instead I grabbed his face. Squeezing hard, I forced his chin upward until his eyes opened and he was staring right at me.

  “Goodbye Killian,” I snarled, shoving him back into his desk on my way through the door.

  Fifty-Five

  MADISON

  I saw the headlights from the window — two sets of them, bouncing through the front gate. I flew down the stairs faster than my legs would carry me. Burst through the door, and flung myself into their arms.

  “You assholes!”

  I only half meant it, of course. When none of them answered their phones, I had an idea what they were doing. I’d spent the rest of the evening wracked with fear, and worry, and guilt.

  Now, as all three of them jumped down from their trucks — totally whole and with no missing parts — I was overjoyed with relief.

  “Is… Is it—”

  “It’s done,” Chase said, scooping me into his arms. He planted such a big kiss on my lips, I could feel his energy flowing into my body. There was pure happiness in his eyes. The adrenaline of success mixed with relief.

  Thank God…

  Chase practically carried me back into the keep, with Julian and Noah leading the way. Together they ransacked the kitchen. Whipped up a bunch of leftovers, and heated them up while they told me everything that happened.

  One very makeshift meal later, I was caught up on the night’s events. I was grateful for Noah, and Julian, and especially for his friends. They’d done work with him in the past, and it was a testament to Julian that they’d come along in such dangerous circumstances.

  I was even more thrilled when they laid the money back on the table. All sixteen hundred pounds of it — every last penny we could muster on such short notice.

  “I thought we were offering this to Killian?” I asked, extremely happy they hadn’t. “In exchange to let it all go?”

  Julian folded his arms and shook his head. “He’s letting it go anyway,” he said.

  “Yeah,” Noah agreed, with a deep chuckle. “Trust us.”

  I hugged them again, and again after that. In time, I found myself being pulled into their laps. I was kissed and tickled and made happier and happier, as the four of us joked and laughed and — for once, at least — enjoyed the taste of victory.

  When the plates were cleared, Chase pulled a fresh round of beers from the fridge. He twisted the caps off and passed them around.

  “So… we’re celebrating?” I asked.

  Four glass bottles clinked together. The guys drank theirs in one long, multi-gulp swig, that amounted to almost half a bottle each.

  “Fuck yeah we’re celebrating,” Chase smiled at last.

  I felt a rush of excitement in my belly. Among other areas.

  “Good,” I smiled, letting my voice drop into my lower, more seductive range. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  I stood up slowly and bent to kiss each of them, one by one. They were long, lingering kisses. Hot and wet and full of promise, while the others looked on in silence.

  Mmmmm…

  I did Julian… then Noah… then finally Chase. Each of my men tasted different. Each had their own scent, their own feel, their own style. Making out with them in a little triangle, as their hands roamed my body, I felt incredibly lucky. Totally blessed.

  By the time I finished I was dizzy… and utterly drenched.

  “Give me ten minutes,” I said, as I sauntered away. “Then come up to my bedroom.”

  Fifty-Six

  MADISON

  It was an outfit I’d picked up last time I was in town. An outfit I’d been saving for a very special occasion, and I’d decided this was it.

  I stopped once more to look at myself in the full length mirror. By the warm light of the red candles I’d placed strategically around my bedroom, I looked absolutely ravishing.

  And ravageable.

  Holy shit, Madison.

  In short, I was dressed like a complete and total slut. Spiked high-heels. Long, fishnet stockings that ended mid-thigh. A pair of double-strung garters connected to a black lace garter belt, slung high up on my naked hips. The panties between my legs were almost non-existent: a blue satin G-string so thin and wispy, it was more like a piece of floss.

  Is all this really necessary?

  Yes… and no. No in the sense that I could really wear anything. The guys would ravage me in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, if that’s what I’d put on. But also yes, because I wanted to wear these things. I wanted to bring each of my lovers to all new heights of arousal. I wanted them to fuck me with their eyes before their hands even touched my body. I wanted to turn them on well past anything we’d ever done before.

  Plus, I just wanted to be plundered tonight. To be taken and thrown to the bed, like a sexy plaything. I wanted to be just totally, utterly used.

  My God, Madison!

  I blushed momentarily at my dirty little thoughts. But were they really that uncharacteristic for me? I honestly didn’t know. I’d never actually felt this way before, not with anyone else. Yet somehow, I could sense that I’d always felt this way. That I’d always had this in me… this darker, more perverted side of me that liked to be thoroughly dominated. A side that could lay back and take filthy, sexy enjoyment in becoming the vessel of another man’s pleasure.

  Or in this case… three other men.

  I s
tood up straighter and adjusted my corset. It was made up of a black and blue lace that hugged tight to every one of my curves, while pushing my tits upward and outward. I’d even put on a black lattice choker. A single pearl dangled from the center, its teardrop shape pointing tantalizingly downward, toward the valley of my cleavage.

  I spread my legs a little, and put my hands on my hips. God, I looked made to fuck. And also, good enough to eat.

  You’re absolutely nuts.

  A little laugh left my throat as I shoved aside the prudish voice in my head. There was no room for it. Not any longer. Not with the sex life I’d been having lately.

  “Holy fuck, Madison.”

  Saying the words made it all the more real for me. I felt wicked. Dirty. Deliciously depraved.

  And we hadn’t even started yet.

  I looked back at the bed as the sound of footfalls echoed up the steps. Had it really been ten minutes? Probably not. The guys were impatient, and I really couldn’t blame them. After what they’d done tonight, I could sense the adrenaline of the fight coursing through their veins.

  They needed an outlet.

  I would be that outlet.

  And God, I couldn’t fucking wait.

  Noah entered the room first. He already had his shirt off, and was working the button on his too-tight jeans. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me, blocking the doorway. Frustrating Chase and Julian, who were pushing in from behind.

  Turning ninety degrees, I stood in the same position. Shoulders back. Legs spread. Hands on my hips.

  “You like?” I teased.

  Noah took a long, deep breath and nodded silently. “We’re going to demolish you in that outfit,” he murmured.

  I felt a rush of blood through my body as my skin went warm all over. “Is that a promise?”

  “No,” he said, shaking his head as the others pushed in. Their own faces registered the same stunned surprise.

  “That’s an unstoppable fucking fact.”

  Fifty-Seven

  MADISON

  They rushed me together, three-on-one. Pushing me down into the center of my bed, and practically falling over each other, fighting to see who went first.

  Well it turned out that I went first.

  I gasped as Julian spread my legs with his two big hands, then dove between them. He went flat on his smooth, rippled belly. Buried his face in my soaking wet pussy and began devouring me top to bottom, as if I were his very last meal.

  My mind floated in an ocean of unspeakable pleasure as I focused on his swirling, probing tongue. I was only vaguely aware of Chase and Noah, rising up on either side of me. They took turns kissing me, covering my lips with theirs. Delving their sweet tongues into my hot mouth, where I kissed them back with a desperate passion and insatiable hunger.

  Never had I wanted anyone so badly, and yet there were three of them. It couldn’t happen fast enough. As much as I wanted to savor the moment; to draw out the sweet torment of what was about to happen, I also wanted them to throw me, to toss me. To turn me over and just ram themselves inside me, again and again, switching off whenever they wanted to, filling my pussy with the combined lengths of their hard, throbbing cocks.

  Instead they took their time, kissing their way down my neck. Working their way down to my supple breasts, as Julian continued dragging his tongue over my clit in slow, tantalizing circles.

  My hands sifted through two heads of hair. I had Chase on the right, Noah on the left. Kissing. Sucking. Pulling my corset down to nibble gently on my stiffening nipples, while kneading my breasts in their warm, strong hands.

  Oh my God…

  It was indescribable, how hot they were making me. How totally drenched I was, just thinking about having them. I rolled my hands into two tight fists, pulling on two very different heads of hair. Noah’s was soft and blond and felt wonderful between my fingers. Chase’s was coarser and darker, but no less satisfying.

  Fuuuuck!

  A hand made its way to my neck, just enough to apply a firm but gentle pressure. Another found my face, three probing fingers worming their way into my mouth. It was crazy, being this dominated. Being held by so many hands, as so many mouths worked my body at once.

  Down below, Julian had my clit pinned softly between his lips. He was fluttering his tongue over it, driving me absolutely crazy as he worked two fingers inside. I bore down, grinding myself harder into his mouth. Pulled the heads of my other lovers tighter against my writhing body, as a long, satisfied groan escaped my lips.

  I felt like a queen, pampered and catered to. Loved and cherished in the most intimate of all possible ways, by three of the most incredibly hot men I’d ever known.

  You don’t deserve this…

  Bullshit. I deserved every minute of it. I’d sacrificed for a long time, and gone without. I’d put off dating in general, so I could take care of my uncle, his sickness, and this very fucking castle.

  If this was my payday, I was definitely cashing in.

  An orgasm wracked my body, surging up from out of nowhere. I screamed loudly, arching my back. For a moment I was lost somewhere white and fluffy and beautiful, and then I was drifting back, spent and sated, my lovers’ firm hands still clamping me tightly against the bed.

  My eyes fluttered open. Julian towered over me, shoving my thighs apart. My whole body shook with adrenaline as he pressed himself against my entrance.

  “Was that fun?”

  I nodded breathlessly. As the seconds ticked by, I bit my lip in frustration, waiting for him to shove himself home.

  “Good,” he said, swirling the head of his cock teasingly against me. “Because now it’s our turn.”

  He rose up, and suddenly I was being pulled to my feet. I stood there on two wobbly legs, not sure what was happening. Then I felt the pressure of hands on both my shoulders, forcing me to my knees.

  “There we go.”

  The guys stepped forward, closing in on me. I found myself kneeling on the bedroom’s ancient Persian rug… totally surrounded by cock. The guys were all heavy and thick. Swollen and warm and engorged, as they stood slowly stroking themselves around me.

  “You look amazing,” murmured Noah, his eyes scanning every inch of my body. Slowly he extended one hand to touch the side of my face. “Soo fucking good…”

  I smiled fiendishly for a moment, then leaned forward to take him into my throat. He was the perfect height for this. Relaxing somewhat, I got a nice back-and-forth rhythm going.

  Then I reached out with my two free hands… and grabbed hold of the others, too.

  “That’s our girl,” sighed Chase.

  Fifty-Eight

  MADISON

  I blew them in a circle, one by one. Switching off whenever I wanted. Stroking the others up and down, top to bottom, in my slick, wet hands.

  It was a powerful moment. So fucking enormous, to be surrounded and outnumbered. And so turned on, too. So hopelessly lost in lust, as I went harder, faster, even deeper, going down on all three of them at once.

  Their moans told me everything I needed. The guys were more aroused than usual, watching me do them each in turn. My outfit sure didn’t hurt. They kept pawing at me, stroking my exposed skin. Snapping my garters playfully. Slapping or grabbing my ass as I sucked them off, until I was going so hard, so fast, they couldn’t hold back.

  Julian came first, which was initially a surprise. I should’ve known though, because he was more visual than the others. He sprayed his hot load mostly over my face, until I got him back in my mouth and took the rest down my throat and into my belly.

  Chase erupted shortly afterward, all over my chin and neck. He took back control of himself with one fist, using the head of his cock to smear it all over my face, my cheeks, my lips.

  With two down, I focused on Noah. He kept tilting my chin upward, so he could watch my eyes. I kept him locked in my gaze. Saw his arousal go through the roof, as he fucked my come-covered face. Eventually he pulled out as well, spraying me with what se
emed like a ton of hot, sticky come. It was in my hair. All over my hands and fingers…

  “God, look at you,” he breathed, when he was finally finished. “You’re a slutty fucking mess.”

  I hooked one finger in my mouth and let out a seductive little laugh. “And just think… you haven’t even fucked me yet.”

  The others were standing there, shaking their heads. Taking the whole thing in, as they slowly stroked themselves back to life.

  “We’re gonna fix that right now,” Julian said, pulling me to my feet.

  Everything seemed to move in slow-motion as he turned me around and bent me over the foot of the bed. His hands gripped my ass even harder than usual. I felt him go balls-deep on his first thrust, then shove forward and extra inch or two, just to make sure he was drilling me all the way.

  “Yes…” I cried, totally euphoric that my pussy was finally being filled. “Don’t hold back. Don’t even slow down…”

  Julian was ramming me hard, squeezing the flesh of my hips so tight I’d have bruises for sure. I didn’t care. It actually turned me on even more to know he was so desperate to be inside me.

  Plus it just felt SO. FUCKING. GOOD.

  OhhHHHhhhHHHhhh…

  It was like being railed all over again for the first time. Taken hard and fast, with the frantic thrusts of an inexperienced young lover, yet coupled with the control and finesse of someone skilled in fucking.

  FUCK.

  I loved it. Every thrust, every bounce. Every groan of pleasure. Julian turned on the speed for another three of four minutes, pistoning in and out of me like there was a race to be won. If so he won it, because he certainly finished first. He grunted savagely as he flooded my pussy with his second load of the night… the first one mostly still deep in my warm, sated belly.

  Next.

  I almost said it out loud, like I was serving them up. Like they could be taking a number; standing in line to have their way with me. It only made me hotter, to think of it that way. To look left and right and see the others touching themselves, getting aroused by just watching me get really, really fucked…