by Madison Faye
“Want a drink?” I shot over my shoulder. I raised a brow as I saw the sudden apprehension on her face as she looked around. Yeah, I got it. Despite what had just happened, here she was out in the middle of nowhere with guys like us who were now offering to get her buzzed.
“You don’t have to, you know.”
Abby blushed and grinned as she shook her head. “A beer sounds great, actually.” She paused, “Actually, can I get a cleaned up in your bathroom first?”
Abby came out of the bathroom looking way more relaxed, with her face and the bruise around her cheek washed and scrubbed clean. She had her hair wild and free, framing her face, and for probably the ninth time that day, I felt my cock twitch just looking at her.
“Feeling better honey?” I sipped at a beer as I sprawled back on the old dusty porch couch. I raised a can her way.
She shook her head and looked at her feet, still looking like she wasn’t so sure about the drink, even if she’d soothed her nerves a bit. I shrugged and took another sip of my own - I wasn’t about to push it with this girl.
Jackson cleared his throat, throwing me a quick look before turning to Abby, his face serious. “Just so you know” he said in his deep baritone “the rules of the road apply here.”
I rolled my eyes.
Abby looked at him quizzically. “The rules?”
Jackson grinned from his spot sprawled in a deck chair, his vest over the back and the afternoon sun shining across is bare chest. “Yeah, the rules of the ride babe; no one rides for free.”
Abby’s eyes went a little wide, and the color started to drain from her face. “Oh, God, yeah, I’m so sorry,” she stammered. “Listen, I can totally pay you when I get a job at the diner.”
Jackson turned back to me, and I frowned as I shook my head at his shitty excuse for humor.
“Grass, cash, or ass, honey” He muttered, turning back to Abby.
She froze and looked at him. She suddenly went quiet, the color draining completely from her face.
“You fuckin’ prick,” I chucked an empty beer can at Jackson as he started laughing, spraying beer out of his mouth. And in spite of myself, I started to join him, feeling the laughter rumble through me.
“Relax babe!” Jackson choked out, sputtering and laughing. “We’re just messing with you, relax!”
“Forgive Jackson, he doesn’t get humor,” I growled, trying to keep the grin from my face as I saw Abby’s shoulders suddenly drop as she let her breath out.
She rolled her eyes and made a face at Jackson as she marched over and playfully slapped at his leg. “You scared the shit out of me, Jesus!”
Jackson cracked up “Holy shit babe, your face!” He cracked up again, and I snorted another laugh.
Abby rolled her eyes. “You know what, I will have that drink,” she said, grinning as I tossed her a cold can.
“Assholes.”
Chapter 9
Abby
Two hours later, I was feeling like an entirely new woman. The cold beer, and a few helpful sips of the tequila that Jackson had passed around had me almost forgetting entirely about what had led me to this moment.
I shrugged as I took a long pull of the beer in my hand, before excusing myself from the two men to go use the bathroom as they laughed heavily about some blue joke Connor had just laid out. Laughing, really for the first time in months, I ducked back inside the house with a smile.
I stood at the bathroom sink, splashing cool water on my face, and meeting my own eyes in the mirror. Reaching for a towel, I patted the water off my face as I took in my reflection.
The bruise on my cheek stung, and I frowned at it, thinking of Joe and then thinking of the wasted time I’d sunk into him. I shook my head, knocking the thought of him and the thought about my current situation from my mind.
Well, I thought looking at my reflection in the mirror smirking. I was here, and I was honestly thinking about actually doing this - staying here in Parker. I grinned as I thought about how I was feeling better than I had in longer than I could remember, and I’d felt like that ever since I got into town.
Well, ever since I’d met Jackson and Connor.
I thought about the two men out on the deck, the danger in their eyes, the ink on their arms, and I chewed my lip coyly, thinking about the rocking, teasing vibrations that the ride in on the back of Jackson’s bike had sent through my body. I smiled to myself, feeling suddenly naughty and flirty, and let my fingers wander down to undo two more buttons at the front of my shirt as I grinned to myself wickedly.
Feeling bold, feeling brash, and feeling sexier than I had in forever, I sauntered out of the bathroom and back out to the deck and to the two hard men waiting for me, knowing exactly what I wanted to do next.
I stepped out the sliding door onto the porch as Connor and Jackson were laughing about something. They paused and looked up at me as they realized my silence.
I took a deep breath and looked up at them, suddenly feeling unsure of myself. “I’ve….” I stammered. “I’ve decided how I want to pay” I said quietly.
Jackson and Connor looked questioningly at each other before turning back to look at me, their faces somewhere between curious and amused.
“Hey, Abby, we were just fucking with you girl,” Jackson grinned at me, his eyes trying to gauge the look on my face.
I reached down, and took the beer out of his hand, bringing it up to my lips for a long cool sip before placing it back in his hands with a wink. “But you said,” I looked at him evenly, cocking a hip to the side and bringing my shoulders back as I pressed my chest out with a coy look. “No one rides for free.”
Connor was looking at me darkly.
“Careful there honey” his voice was deep, resonating, and laced with something heavier.
“I’ve decided,” I said again, feeling the tequila from earlier course through my veins and boosting my courage up. The men looked at me, unblinking now, their dark eyes drinking me in. I took a deep breath.
“Ass” I said, biting my lip as I leveled my hooded eyes at them.
Jackson and Connor looked at me, their faces now much harder than I’d seen before.
“I told you babe, we were just fucking with you” Connor’s voice was cautionary, edged in steel.
“I said ass.” My voice quavered a little bit, and I drew a deep breath and grinned at them. “And I’m serious.”
Beneath my coy and sexy pose, I felt my heartbeat racing, my mind screaming at me to shut up and run away.
Connor and Jackson looked at each other for a moment, before turning back to me, their gazes suddenly much hungrier.
“I’m warning you one last time girl, you’re playing with fire here.” Jackson’s tone was level.
“Oh come on!” I teased. I could see the fire raging in their eyes, the hungry looks in their faces. I knew I was pushing them here, but God did I want to push them. I wanted to see the raw heat I knew was right beneath those muscled, inked exteriors. I didn’t want them to tip-toe around me anymore.
I wanted them to take me.
“Easy, honey,” Connor said evenly, his voice gravely. I knew they were holding back the real roughness, and it was sweet of them, but that’s what I wanted.
“What, not man enough to take what you want?” I said with a shrug.
Jackson was up out of his seat in second, and I gasped as I suddenly felt his hands grab me tight. Heat flooded into my pussy as I looked up into his sharp blue eyes. “We warned you, honey” he said darkly, making my pulse race with adrenaline. He suddenly bruised his lips to mine, kissing me like our lives depended on it.
God yes, this was exactly wanted.
The kiss was hard and raw as he claimed my mouth, kissing me fiercely. I moaned as I felt Connor press behind me, his big hands roaming up my back and into my hair. He pulled on my long locks, pulling my head toward him. He kissed me, his tongue sliding into my mouth as I felt Jackson’s lips hard against my neck.
“Now,” Connor growled ro
ughly into my ear. “I think we will take that payment.”
I felt my legs quiver as roaring, primal lust coursed through my veins, my breath coming short. “Please,” I whispered.
“On your knees, baby,” Jackson muttered to me, forcing down on my shoulders with his strong arms, the inked muscles standing out down his bronzed skin.
I felt light headed, almost in a dream, as I obediently sank slowly to my knees in front of the two bikers. My eyes went wild and wide as I suddenly took grasp of my situation. And then I moaned as the thrill shivered through me, knowing I was utterly, deeply, and incredibly aroused and wanting this.
Jackson and Connor were pulling at their belts in front of my face as I sank to my knees, pulling the clasps of their jeans open and yanking down the zippers. The two men looked at he each other and chuckled, before hooking their thumbs into the waist of their boxer shorts, and whipping them down.
Holy shit.
I gasped as two thick, heavy, and enormous cocks suddenly sprung out before my face. I felt my breath coming in heaves and my nerve endings on fire as I bit my lip and stared at the bulging cocks, hanging heavily mere inches from my mouth. I thought briefly of Joe’s thin, half-hard worm of a prick, and all the time I’d spent faking pleasure and putting my own needs aside for his poor excuse for a dick.
Now, I realized everything I’d lusted for, every secret desire I’d had to be split open, stretched, and utterly used by a real cock was there, right in front of my for the taking. Every feverish, whimpered half-dream I’d ever hidden away from even myself of being fucking and used by a real man, and dominated by a real man’s cock, was suddenly thrust in my face, twice over.
Breathing hard, my breast heaving beneath my shirt, I timidly reached out with both my hands. I let out a small moan as my fingertips slipped over the thick, spongy heads and trail down veined shafts. Slowly, I wrapped the fingers of each small hand around a thick, meaty cock, giving each a tentative stroke as I bit my lip, grinning wickedly. Both men grunted their approval, and I felt a shudder of ecstasy run through me at the feel of the hot muscle in my hands.
Slowly, I began to stroke them, feeling the soft heat of their skin as it rolled over the thick, muscled girth of the flesh beneath.
Moaning quietly, I felt my desire roll through me like a heavy wave. I leaned forward and sucked the head of Jackson’s cock between my lips, moaning around the feel of him suddenly filling my small mouth. Licking and sucking at his cock-head, I slowly pumped his shaft with my hand as I suckled the tip, jerking Connor with my other hand.
With a groan, I moved off of Jackson and turned my attention to Connor, looking up at him with my bright, wide blue eyes as I inhaled the head of his dick, gagging slightly on it as he pushed forward past my lips with a grunt.
I felt on fire, burning in the raunchy and delicious sluttiness of being on my knees for two rough men. I moved into a rhythm, bobbing on one for a minute, running my tongue around the fat crown and teasing the hole at the tip, before letting it go with a pop to turn my attentions to the other. The bikers grunted their approval, and Jackson’s hand reached down to slide into my shirt, roughly pushing under the cup of my lace bra to rub my nipple against the rough callouses of his palms.
The rough handling made me moan in pleasure like a slut around Connor’s cock. He groaned and grabbed a fist full of my hair, suddenly bucking his hips harder against my mouth and pushing the head of his fat prick into my throat. I coughed and sputtered against the hand holding my hair like a handle, my pulse racing, but Connor only grinned at me and continued his pace for a few more strokes before releasing.
Feeling him let me go, I pulled off gasped for breath, tears stinging my eyes. I’d never been treated like this - used like this - but with a low moan, I also realized I’d never been as wet as I was now. My dark desire churned and burned hotly inside my core as I felt myself slide deeper into the role; a little slut, on my knees, worshiping two thick fat cocks with my mouth.
Rolling my eyes back, I threw myself onto Jackson’s cock again, forcing the head against the back of my throat, making me choke and sputter. Jackson grunted and twisted my nipple as I fucked my mouth onto his fat cock, slathering hot saliva around the throbbing head of his big dick as I moaned lustily.
Connor pulled me off of his friend and brought my mouth wetly against his balls. I mewled like a slut in heat, suckling at his heavy sack with my lips and tongue as I felt his heavy shaft drape hotly across my face. Moving in with a grunt, Jackson laid his cock heavily over my other cheek, and I moved from Connor to Jackson, slurping at his balls as well. My hands moved up to slowly and slickly jerk the two huge shafts against my upturned face.
Suddenly, I was being hauled to my feet, feeling myself pressed hard against Jackson’s broad and chiseled chest. His teeth were at my neck and sensitive earlobe, biting, nibbling roughly at me as he tore at the front of my shirt, popping my buttons off. I moaned hotly as I felt Connor move in behind me, reaching around to pull open the front of my shorts before yanking them down and over the soft curve of my tight ass before I could even register what he was doing.
As my mind spun, I let herself succumb to the erotic feeling of bare skin and muscle surrounding my as I found myself sandwiched between the two gruff and tattooed men, the tightly coiled muscles of their arms and chests rubbing slickly in the heat of the late afternoon against my skin. Both hungrily sucked at my shoulders and neck as their hands slid hotly and roughly over my body, raising me to a fever pitch.
I felt Connor release my bra from behind my and push it off my shoulders, letting my high, firm breasts spill out against Jackson’s hard and muscled chest. My hard pink nipples grazing electrically across his skin.
I moaned hotly as I felt two hard, fat cocks press hotly against me, the men growling as they bit and sucked at my skin. Jackson’s hands were at my tits, running his under them to cup them against his chest while his fingers rolling the tender nipples. His cock, eager and pulsing, pressed hotly against my pussy mound, the shaft rubbing deliciously against the soaking, dripping lips of my cunt through the thin lacy material of my panties.
Behind me, Connor’s huge, pulsing shaft ground up against the tight cleft of my ass, pushing the thin material of my thong deep between my cheeks as his fat girth sandwiched itself between them. He grunted and growled his desire as he rocked himself against me, his hands cupping at my round ass. He kneaded and pulled at the cheeks as he sawed his cock up and down the cleft of my ass.
I rolled my eyes and let myself succumb to the two men, my body their plaything as they mauled and tenderized my skin, eliciting cries and moans from my lips as they worked over my skin. I felt totally used, and yet totally desired in a primal way utterly new to me.
With a snarl behind me, Connor pulled back on the fabric of my little thong, sliding his cock underneath the thin material and letting his naked cock glide hotly over my ass. The fat, throbbing head brushing teasingly over the tight ring of my ass, and I whimpered. Jackson’s cock head moved down and dipped under the lacy fabric as he pushed forward, sliding the fat head up and under the edge of my panties to slide slickly against my bare, wet lips.
Groaning, the men both pumped against me, their cocks sawing back and forth and leaving sticky trails of their precum as they dragged the fat heads of their pricks over my naked, exposed flesh.
My head spun with my dark desires, and for a moment, I hesitated. This had gone way, way further than anything I’d ever imagined or intended. But I realized with a mouth-watering shiver that I was in this all the way. I wanted both these men, and I wanted the life I’d never thought I could have. If that included both of them?
So be it.
Let people talk, or think what they wanted. Out here in Parker, I could reinvent who I was. I could be me, without worrying about Joe or the Family, or anything like that. So I’d be the girl for two outlaws? Hey, I couldn’t say I’d ever imagined that scenario, but God did it sound amazing.
With a sharp grunt
, I felt Connor’s finger snap at the thin strings of my thong, ripping the soaking lace away from me and tossing it to the side. Jackson looked me in the eye, his own blue ones radiating fire and heat, and I shrieked as I felt Connor suddenly grab my around the waist from behind. He lifted me back against him as he moved us both towards the couch and tossed me down.
Naked, tousled, and exposed, legs dangling over the arm-rest, my head lolling off the edge of the sofa, the men were on me again in blind, hungry lust.
I moaned as I felt Connor’s fingers at my dripping pussy. His finger plunged into my molten core as his lips clamped down on my throbbing clit, making me squeal. Groaning, I leaned my head back, only to find Jackson straddling my upturned head, stroking his cock as he crouched down to push his fat tool between my lips.
Gripping my heaving breasts, Jackson roughly shoved his cock deep into my mouth, making me moan around it before drawing back out. Spit frothed from my mouth and ran down my lips and cheeks as his fat cock plunged in and out of my throat, choking me, gagging me in a way that had my body surging with forbidden pleasure, and fueling the fire of my naughty desires like I’d never felt before.
I whimpered as I felt Connor’s tongue against the tight ring of my ass, lapping hotly at me and probing at my quivering hole as his fingers plunged in and out of my soaking cunt.
“Mmmm,” he groaned, his eyes flicking up to meet mine across my torso as Jackson pulled out of my lips. “This ass is gonna be mine,” he growled, grinning wickedly at me. The coarseness, and the roughness of his words and the nakedness of his desire to take me in that way had me whimpering.
Suddenly, I felt something huge and hot at my pussy lips, and I looked down with wide eyes as Connor pressed his thick cock against my dripping wet pussy.
“Please,” I whimpered, my eyes meeting his. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
Chapter 10
Connor
Grunting, my muscles standing out on my chest and arms as I gripped her thighs, I pushed forward. I groaned as I felt the fat head of my cock slipping between Abby’s pussy and sliding deep inside of her. She moaned in pleasure, her eyes rolling back as the thick girth stretched her insanely tight little slit.
