by Madison Faye
So, that’s why we’re here. Except… the plan is changing. The plan is falling the fuck apart, actually, but I know neither of us are even capable of changing that at this point.
…Not with her being introduced to the equation now.
The plan was always to mess with Terry’s hot-headed nephew with the poker game. A notorious gambler, drunk, and sore loser, we set the game up ourselves to bait him. The plan was to get him mad enough to go cry to his uncle, and maybe get him out of his goddamn hotel room.
Right, yeah, that’s the other small problem. Terry being the paranoid, drug-addict, power-hungry piece of shit he is, he’s pretty much sequestered himself in the penthouse hotel suite he lives in, surrounded by drugs, girls, and more importantly, a small army of loyal guards.
…Not exactly the best scenario for snatching him up and dragging him back to our plane.
So that was the plan: fuck with his nephew, who’d go cry to Terry, who’d drag his ass out of his hotel room to meet with us and try and smooth shit over.
But we’ve gone way off plan at this point.
Taking his money? His car? His dignity? Sure. But the man’s fiancée? That could be bad. That could mean more pushback than we were expecting.
…But that doesn’t change anything. Because “the plan” went out the window the second we laid eyes on her. She doesn’t belong here. Not with these scumbags, and sure as hell not with Patrick. One look at her, and Eamon and I both knew, without a word between us, that she changed everything.
Beautiful, innocent, and fierce—we saw that in the way she snapped back at Patrick when he started getting drunk and mean. We saw it in the way she ignored the lecherous eyes of the creeps here for the game. No, this girl isn’t just a pretty face. She’s got fire inside. That much is clear.
And she’s hooked us somehow. Badly. She’s somehow slid under our skin, and we knew in an instant that there was no scenario here where we didn’t make her ours.
So that’s exactly what we’re about to do. This might jeopardize everything, but I know damn well neither of us cares. Or at least, neither of us is going to stop.
My fingers trace the smoothness of her inner thigh, feeling the heat between her legs against my hand. Eamon’s hand is tracing up the other leg, and between us, Phoebe is barely able to catch her breath she’s panting so hard. I can feel her leg tremble, muscles clenching and unclenching as she desperately tries to swallow back a whimper of pleasure.
She’s enjoying this. A lot. And that alone has my cock pulsing hard enough to tear a hole in my goddamn pants. She’s loving being pinned like this by two rough, older, powerful men like us. I could see the flame blazing in those emerald eyes, and the way that fire in her hair seems to dance a little fiercer when we yanked that little dress up high over her panties.
She might look innocent. And hell, be innocent. But sweet little Phoebe Wright secretly wants it hard, panting, and rough. It’s written all over her face and in her breathless moans as we roughly push her legs apart and slide our fingers over the lacy edge of her panties.
Dirty and hard, like she’s always secretly wanted and craved it and always been too scared to actually seek out. But this time, dirty and hard found her.
“We’re gonna give you one chance, little girl,” I growl into her ear, making her whimper as my thick finger traces the edge of her panties, running the seam of her inner thigh as she trembles.
“One chance to leave. To walk away from this. Period.”
I glance at Eamon, who nods as he pulls away from her. He moves to the back door, slides open the deadbolt, and swings it wide into the chilly March night air.
“There,” I grunt, nodding with my chin. “There’s freedom. There’s this just being a crazy story for your little friends later. So, off you go.”
Phoebe doesn’t move, and I can feel my pulse hammering.
“I’m warning you, sweetness,” I rasp into her ear, making her shiver. “Leave now, or a I swear, we won’t be able to hold back. Not with you. And I’m not sure you can handle Eamon and I not holding back.”
Her eyes dart to the door, then back to mine, where she holds my gaze fiercely.
…And she doesn’t move.
I grin hungrily as Eamon closes and locks the door again, moving back towards us.
“I didn’t think so,” I growl lowly, my gaze locked with Phoebe’s. “Because I think you want to be here. And I think you want to be made to submit to two men like us.”
Eamon groans, moving back into her. He brushes hair from her neck and leans in, and when his lips brush her skin, she gasps quietly.
“Greedy little princess, aren’t you?” he purrs. Phoebe whimpers.
“I’m right aren’t I?”
Her eyes dart back to mine, blazing as she slowly nods, her face flushed.
“Ye—yes, sir.”
Fuck if my cock doesn’t just jump in my pants, precum dripping freely from my swollen crown.
“Bend over,” Eamon purrs into her ear. Phoebe gasps quietly, but slowly, her lip catching in her teeth, she’s turning. She presses her hips against the edge of the poker table, bending low over it. Her back arches, and that tight, sweet little ass pressed taught against the green fabric of the dress, molding it to her curves.
…Fuck, a man could tear that goddamn thing right off and just plunge right into her, right here and now.
Eamon and I nod at each other, both of us on the fucking knifes edge of our control as we reach for her skirt. We both yank it up high over her ass, growling at the lacy black and green thong splitting that tight little ass in two.
My hand slides down, and when my palm grazes the soft, supple curve of her ass, I growl audibly. Eamon moves his hand over her side, until the both of us our palming her ass.
I pull back and give her a sharp little spank on that very spankable, naughty little ass, and Phoebe moans.
…I swear I could come right there.
Somehow, I hold off, panting and gritting my teeth with the effort to hold back my cum. I breathe, eyes narrowing on that sweet little ass as I wind back and give her another sharp spank. Eamon does the same, spanking her other side and making her ass ripple before nodding at me.
I pull back and spank her again, and when she cries out in this sweet, honeyed moan, once again, it’s almost my undoing. Those whimpers—fuck.
Our naughty little girl likes it when she gets punished. My eyes trace down the tiny strip of fabric barely covering her ass and her pussy lips, and when I see it, I groan. Eamon spots it right after me and does the same thing, the front of his pants bulging as obscenely as mine.
A wet spot. A dark, wet, sticky little spot right in the middle of the gusset of those little green panties, pulled tight across her pussy. I give her another spank, and when she moans, I swear to God I see that wet spot grow a little bigger.
Fuck.
I don’t think, I just do. My zipper yanks down before I can even catch up with my own thoughts, and before I know it, I’m pulling my thick cock free of my pants. I growl, stroking my throbbing shaft slowly up and down as I wind back and spank that tight little ass again. Eamon grunts, ripping his belt off and undoing his own pants to tug his cock out as well. He groans, spanking her ass as he starts to jerk his big dick, both of us hungrily watching that wet spot grow even bigger and darker.
Precum drips down my shaft, and from Eamon’s, leaking all over our hands and making both of our hard cocks glisten in the low light of the bar backroom. Part of me wants to plunge into her right here and right fucking now—just pull those panties to the side and fuck her tight little cunt like it deserved.
But, patience. I’m working on patience these days, but she’s making that pretty fucking hard right now.
My hand lingers on her ass, stroking the pink of her skin where I’ve spanked her, before I slide it lower. I groan, jerking my fat cock as I palm her ass and slide my hand down the soft curve of it. I push my hand down between her thighs, and when my fingers brush over
her wet panties, she gasps loudly and moans so sweetly.
I grunt, my fingers teasing over her lips through the soaked panties, making her whimper and moan as her legs shake.
“Oh, I think our naughty little prize likes getting her bratty ass spanked,” I growl, dragging a thick finger up and down her slit through her thong.
“That true, sweetness? You like getting spanked like a bad girl? I think your pretty little pussy likes it.”
She cries out, trembling under my touch and panting. My fingers push against her opening, spreading her lips and pushing my big finger into her, still covered by her panties. It’s teasing, and I can’t actually slide into her with the damn fabric in the way, but it has the effect I want on her. She moans wildly, and when I feel even more sticky wetness soak into her panties, I groan as I start to pump my cock faster.
Eamon’s palm comes down on her ass again, spanking her and making her yelp in pleasure. Wetness absolute floods into her panties, and I grunt as I rub them into her pussy. I can feel her hard little clit through the soaked, ruined thong, and I roll it under my fingertips as Phoebe gasps for more, bent over and writhing across the poker table.
“Fuck, what a wet little pussy,” I groan. “You’ve made a fucking mess of your panties, baby girl, soaking them through with your cum. I think we’d better take these off.”
My fingers push under the edge of her panties, brushing against her soft, silken pussy before hooking into the soaked panties. I yank them down, making her gasp as I half rip them off in my zeal, letting them drop to tangle at her knees. Phoebe whimpers, panting as she stays just like that—bent over, ass up, and legs spread for the both of us with her messy panties caught at her knees.
The need to take her is real. It’s an all-consuming force, and as I stroke my cock inches away from that glistening pink, tempting little pussy, it’s all I can think about. All I want to do is grip her ass, push my thick head against her slippery little cunt, and push inside, not stopping until every damn inch I have is buried inside that hot little pussy.
But first, I’m going to have her begging for it. We’re going to have her begging for it.
My hand slides back between her legs, and when I ease two fingers inside of her, she whimpers in pleasure. I curl them, stroking in and out and rubbing my fingertips against that sweet spot just inside. Phoebe cries out, shaking as fresh cum drips down my fingers.
Eamon groans, still jerking his own cock as he lets his palm come down on her ass again, making her yelp in pleasure. I can feel her pussy clamping down on my fingers as she squeals, and my balls twitch.
My fingers plunge in and out, my other hand pumping up and down my cock as precum leaks freely from the head. The whole world tunes out until I all I see, hear, and feel is her. I grunt, moving against her, and stroking my swollen head against her ass. Phoebe whimpers loudly, trembling as I stroke my cock against her ass. Eamon groans, doing the same thing as his hand pushes between her legs as well. His fingers find her clit, and he starts to roll the little bud as I fuck her pussy with two fingers, until her moans begin to fill the room.
It becomes a blur, my hand fisting my cock faster and faster as my fingers stroke in and out of her tight, slippery little pussy. Eamon groans, teasing her clit with his thumb as sticky white precum from both of us drips down her ass, making her skin glisten obscenely.
“Oh God, oh God…” she moans, stretching out across the card table and clawing at the felt top of it as we push her higher and higher. I can feel her walls tightening down on my fingers, her cream dripping all over my hand, and I know she’s close.
“I think our prize wants to come for us.”
Eamon growls lowly. “You wanna come for us, baby girl? You want to make this naughty little pussy come for our fingers? Such a fucking dirty, eager little thing, aren’t you? Ready to let two men make you come like a bad girl?”
She cries out, panting faster and faster as her eyes start to squeeze shut.
“You want to come for us, sweetness?”
She whimpers, nodding.
“I didn’t hear you.”
She moans deeply, writhing under our hands as her legs start to shake.
“Yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir, what,” Eamon purrs.
“I—I want to…”
“I think you’d better ask nicely,” I growl, slowing my fingers as she whines for more. “Ask nicely, sweetness. Ask us to make you come.”
“Please!” Phoebe cries out, her face crumpling in pleasure. “Please make me come!”
I’m so fucking close myself that I can feel my cum boiling in my balls, aching to explode out all over her. But I hold back. I don’t stop, and I don’t even slow my hand pumping my cock, but I fight back the need to come. Saving it.
For her.
My fingers plunge into her sticky little cunt, stroking that spot inside over and over as Eamon rolls her clit over and over again, until suddenly, her whole body jolts. A scream of pleasure wrenches from her lips, and as she spasms across the table, I can feel the orgasm shuddering through her. Her tight little pussy clamps down like a velvet vice on my fingers, her honey leaking liberally down my hand as she’s screams and thrashes under us.
Until slowly, her breath becomes ragged, the orgasm finishes rumbling through her. She moans as she sinks against the table, panting.
Oh, but if she thinks she’s going to rest now, she’s got another think coming. Because trust me.
…We’re just getting started with her.
5
Phoebe
I’m so close… so wickedly, forbiddingly close. This shouldn’t be happening, and it goes against everything I’ve ever thought about myself. But there’s something about the two of them—something fierce that ignites a part of me I’ve never known. It’s like those fierce gazes of theirs tears down my defenses, until here I am, legs spread and bent over a table with both their hands on me, teasing me.
…And I’m so fucking close to coming.
I’m trying to hold back and I’m trying to push it away. But the more I try, the more I fail. Their hands on me are like fire, their fingers teasing me unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s like the both of them are reading my damn mind, and know exactly where to touch me, and how, to make me want to explode with pleasure.
It could be the danger involved here. Or that they’re so wrong and forbidden. It could be that there are two of them, and the idea of letting two men touch me like this is so fucking wrong that it makes my knees shake. But whatever it is, I’m so close. And when I hear their zippers tug down, my pulse spikes inside of me, and my body trembles in forbidden anticipation.
I should be running. Or hell, arresting them.
With what, a wet pair of panties?
And it’d be easy to say I’m “letting this happen” because I’m undercover, but I know that’s bullshit. I know I could have left any time after that poker game. Hell, they told me to leave, and yet here I am.
No, this is all on me. This isn’t me not being able to say no to them, it’s me not being able to say no to the dark temptress inside of me that I’ve never known. The one that’s coming out roaring now with their hands on me and their hot, thick cocks pressing against my skin as they drive me wilder and wilder.
“Oh God!”
I cry out as Clay’s fingers plunge inside, stroking in and out of my slick, tight pussy. His big fingers find the perfect spot inside of me, stroking it over and over as he fucks me with his fingers. Eamon’s hand spanks my ass again and again, driving me absolutely wild before his hand slides between my legs too. His fingers roll over my aching clit, and I know I’m going to explode for them.
I’m going to come so hard for these two criminal kingpins, and at this point, I know nothing in this world is going to stop it from happening.
They push harder, demanding the orgasm from me, until suddenly, it comes exploding out of me. I scream, trembling and exploding for them as their fingers between my legs send me shatteri
ng over that edge. Their hands stay on me, stroking me, teasing me, making me moan for more before suddenly, they’re pulling me up and spinning me around. I fall on Eamon, kissing him fiercely and moaning into his lips as I feel his rock-hard cock pressing hotly to my tummy. Clay moves next to me, his lips on my neck as his throbbing cock pulses against my hip.
This is happening. This is really happening.
It’s a fantasy I’ve only had a few times—something dark and especially dirty late at night alone. But it’s about to be so real I can almost taste it.
Two men, all for me.
Forget the fact that this is wrong, with who I am and who they are. Forget that it’s dangerous and could destroy everything I’ve been working for undercover with the Irish mob.
None of that matters right now, because all I can see is them, and the power of them that draws me in like a moth to flame. It’s not just that they’re criminally attractive, though that sure as hell isn’t helping. It’s that the both of them exude this energy that I can’t ignore. It’s like being in their arms makes me feel safer than I’ve ever felt. It’s like kissing them is unlike any kiss I’ve ever even seen in a movie or read in a book. It’s that just being near them turns me into a puddle and brings out this aching need to be taken unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
I know I should put a stop to this. I should scream out who I am and just get out of there. Bu, I’m powerless to, because I want more.
I crave more.
Hands tug me away from Eamon, and as I turn, I fall into Clay. His kiss his just as bruising, and just as fierce, and I moan as I open my lips for his demanding tongue. I can feel both of them pulling tight to me—two huge cocks pulsing and throbbing against my skin, making me feel so fucking dirty and slutty in such an amazing and powerful way.
I’ve never felt more dominated, or more wanted. Or as turned on or as sexy as I do right now. Maybe it’s them. Maybe it’s that there’s two men rock-hard for me, growling into my lips and skin as their hands tease all over my body.
