Be Ours: A Valentine's Day Romance

by Jagger Cole

  Cora instantly moans and blushes. She drops her lips to his cock as he growls into her pussy. And fuck is that hot to watch. I sit back on my knees and slowly stroke my thickness. I watch Cora lick and suck on Bishop’s bulging cock. He’s licking her pussy, but when my eyes slide over her back and down to her tight, curvy ass, I groan. There’s room for more than one to make this girl moan.

  I move behind her and let my lips brush down over her ass. Bishop moves his hands away, and I grip her cheeks. I spread her wide for me as my tongue slides between them. Cora squeals as I rim her hot little asshole. Bishop just groans deeper as he sucks her clit between his lips.

  Cora begins to thrash and writhe between us. She moans and gasps, squirming as the two of us tongue her pussy and her asshole. I push my tongue against her tight ring. She squeals, and when Bishop growls and sucks her clit harder, she suddenly jolts.

  “I’m coming!” She chokes out. Cora gasps and trembles between us. We both keep on licking and teasing her through the climax, until she’s gasping for air.

  “Tanner,” she moans. I pull back to look her in the eyes as she glances at me over her shoulder, her tousled hair across her face.

  “I—I want your cock, too,” she whispers.

  I groan, instantly moving next to her head on my knees. She looks at me, her eyes wild with lust. She drops her lips to Bishop’s thick head. She swirls her tongue around it and sucks him wetly before she looks up at me.

  “Let me feel that tongue, baby,” I growl. “Let me see you take both of us.”

  She whimpers and brings her mouth to me. Her eyes slide up to hold mine. Slowly, she opens those pretty pink lips, wets them with her soft tongue, and moves towards me. Her lips slide over my swollen head. I hiss as her tongue swirls around it. She moans and slides more of me deep into her mouth.

  Bishop’s still licking her pussy. Her mouth slides back to him, and I hiss as I watch her slurp on his cock. I reach over and slide my hand over her ass. My fingers find her tight little hole, and I slowly ease a finger into her ass as Bishop sucks her clit.

  Cora moans in pleasure. She starts to stroke both of us with a hand each. Her hot little mouth slides between us, sucking Bishop’s swollen cock before moving back to mine. But suddenly, Bishop groans and pulls away.

  “Fuck, babygirl,” he growls as he slides out from under her. He moves behind her, keeping her on her hands and knees on the bed.

  “Fuck, I need you, Cora,” he groans. He fists his cock and slides his head over her eager, slick lips. She whimpers, nodding and then gasping in pleasure as he pushes into her. I groan, looking back and watching him stretch her open as he pushes in.

  Cora’s hand finds my cock again, stroking me as I move in front of her.

  “You want us both?” I growl.

  She whimpers, nodding and looking up at me. She leans forward, opens her mouth, and slips her lips over me. Bishop and I growl, both of us gripping her tightly with our hands as we start to take her from both ends. We groan, sawing in and out of her and finding a rhythm where she rocks between us.

  We keep going like that, the three of us moaning and groaning in pleasure as Bishop and I work Cora into a frenzy. I know we’re keeping her right on the edge, too. We’re making her crave another release, all while keeping her riding that high as long as we can.

  At one point, I can’t even take it anymore though. It’s like a savage lust I can’t control.

  “Fuck, I need that pretty pussy,” I groan. I pull away from her mouth, and I don’t even ask. It’s like I’m a fucking caveman, hell bent on claiming what’s his. I pull her away from Bishop, who grins at me knowingly. He can see the lust in my eyes, and he knows I can’t hold back anymore.

  I push Cora down on the bed, slide between her thighs, and I sink my cock balls-deep. She moans, and this time, there’s no holding back. There’s no keeping her on the edge. I just want her to come on my cock right fucking now.

  I pound into her, driving my cock deep and hard as she moans in pleasure Her legs wrap around me, her pussy squeezes down on my cock, and her eyes roll back. Until suddenly, she’s screaming in pleasure as the orgasm thunders through her.

  I suck in air. I slow and then slide out. My cock is glistening with her; her cum literally dripping from my pulsing shaft as I sit back on my knees.

  “Fuck, that was hot,” Bishop growls.

  Cora blushes and turns to him. “It’s not… I don’t know… I mean, for you to watch me with just Tanner?”

  “Weird?” He grunts. He glances at me and grins. “Nah, not with this asshole.”

  She blushes as he pulls her close and kisses her. “But if you want to even the scoreboard,” he growls. “We could always make him watch.”

  She gasps as he pulls her into his lap. Her legs spread to either side of him. She whimpers when he eases her down against his throbbing dick. She looks back at me, like a question. But I nod, my eyes wild and hungry.

  “Fuck his cock, baby,” I hiss. “I want to watch you take every inch of him in that sweet pussy.”

  And she does. She keeps her head turned and her eyes fixed on mine as she sinks down. I groan and stroke my cock as I watch Bishop’s dick slowly push into her. Her lips stretch so tight and slick around him. She eases down until his balls are resting against her pussy lips.

  Bishop groans; his cock flexes deep inside. His hands grip her waist, and she slowly draws up. He holds her, keeping his swollen head just inside before he pulls her back down. They start to rock like that, Cora slowly riding his cock up and down as I fist mine. I groan, and my balls tighten. I drink in the sight of her riding him. But hell, I can’t hold back, and I know what’s happening next.

  I wet my finger in my mouth as I move towards them. When I’m behind Cora, I reach down, and my wet fingers slide over her tight little asshole. She jolts, moaning deeply as I rim her little hole with my fingers. I push, adding pressure and sinking one finger deep into her impossibly tight ass.

  I add a second finger, giving her a taste of what’s to come. She’s so fucking tight, especially with Bishop filling her pussy. But she takes them both. I groan, pumping my wet fingers in and out of her hot little ass until I can’t take it another second.

  I pull away and crouch down over her. Bishop slows, and Cora whimpers and trembles. But it’s not out of fear. When she turns to look at me, I can see plain as day that she’s throbbing in pure lust.

  “You sure you want this?” I growl.

  “Both of us,” Bishop groans, leaning up to drag his teeth over her neck. “Both of us filling your tight little holes, babygirl.”

  I swear to God, by the way she moans, it sounds like Cora could come just from those words. She nods eagerly, gasping.

  “Yes,” she hisses.

  I push my wet cock-head against her tight ass. She whimpers and clenches. But when I stroke my cock over her, she relaxes.

  “I’m not gonna hurt you, babygirl,” I growl quietly.

  Our eyes lock as she nods. I keep my eyes holding hers, and slowly, I start to push. Her mouth opens and her breathing comes in gasping bursts. I keep pushing and adding pressure. Until slowly, her little ass opens for me.

  My thick head slowly eases in. And suddenly, I’m inside of her. Cora moans, clenching my cock with her ring as she gets used to me. She’s so fucking tight I almost lose control. Her ass wrings the goddamn blood from my cock. I groan and push forward, and my cock slips into her deeper.

  “Oh my God!” Cora chokes out. She shivers in pleasure, clenching tight around both of us. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

  “Too much?” Bishop groans.

  “Uh-uh,” she gasps, shaking her head. “No, don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”

  I groan, my fingers digging into her soft skin as I push my cock deeper. I groan, easing my cock up her tight little ass as Bishop’s shaft just throbs and pulses deep in her pussy. I can imagine how fucking sexy she must look wrapped so tight around both of us. The visual makes my balls swell with more cum
, eager to take her.

  I groan quietly into her ear. “Now, we’re going to take you the way you want to be taken.”

  I slide out slowly, and so does Bishop. And then, we both ease right back in. Cora squeals in pleasure, shivering around us and moaning like she’s possessed. I slide out again. But this time, Bishop stays put. And when I plunge back into her hot little ass, he slides out of her pussy.

  I groan, easing out as he pushes back in, and we have a rhythm. My muscles clench, and I can see Bishop’s arms bulging as he grips her tightly. My cock is so fucking hard, too—harder and thicker and more eager than it’s ever been.

  We start to saw back and forth, plunging in and out of her. Cora starts to go wild. She’s moaning and thrashing, her mouth slack and her eyes rolling back in pure pleasure. Her nails rake down Bishop’s chest. When I twist her head to kiss her hard, she crushes her lips to mine.

  We both plunge into her, and Cora squeals as she starts to come. She moans, gasping in ragged pleasure into my mouth. But we both keep going, relentlessly taking her harder and faster; keeping her a whimpering, panting, beautiful mess for us.

  She comes again, and then again, and I lose track. I can feel my own release swelling fast. My balls ache with cum and my cock pulses harder than I’ve ever been. I can feel Bishop swelling harder inside of her too, and I know we’re both seconds away from exploding.

  “Fuck, Cora,” Bishop groans. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me come.”

  “You’re gonna make me come too, babygirl,” I hiss into her ear. “This hot little ass is gonna make me explode so fucking hard.”

  “I want it!” She gasps, her body trembling between us as the pressure mounts again. “I—oh my God!”

  She comes again, and this time, there’s no holding back. I groan and bury my cock balls-deep in her sweet little ass. My cock throbs, and I can feel Bishop plunging deep and doing the same. Both of us pulse deep inside of her, coming along with her.

  My cum spills into her ass. I can feel Bishop pumping thick ropes of his own release deep in her pussy. My eyes roll back, and my fingers dig deep into her skin. The sounds of her pleasure melt through my soul.

  We groan and come to a stop. Cora is trembling all over. Her muscles are twitching as she gasps for air. Gently, I slide free of her. Bishop and I both ease her off of him and onto her side. For a moment, I worry that we’ve gone too far—that we were too hard, or too rough. But when she opens her eyes and grins at us, I know that ain’t the case at all.

  “Holy. Fucking. Shit,” she mumbles through a sleepy grin.

  “Not too hard?” Bishop asks tenderly as he slides behind her. He wraps his arms around her. She smiles deeply, blushing.

  “No,” she whispers. “Not at all. That was…” She groans, biting her lip. “Oh my God, that was intense.”

  “That was perfect” I growl, laying down facing her.

  She giggles. “That’s the word I was trying to think of,” she murmurs. I pull close. She purrs happily as she snuggles between us. I kiss her slowly. Then she pulls away and turns her head over her shoulder to do the same to Bishop.

  She snuggles back between us, and my eyes lock with his. We don’t say shit, but we both know we’re thinking the same thing. Her, and us? Yeah, it’s perfect.

  I reach over and get the light. Then we all snuggle close as Bishop pulls up the covers.

  “Shower?” he groans.

  “Yeah,” Cora murmurs sleepily. “But maybe after I catch my breath?”

  I chuckle. “I could also stay right here just like this all damn night, beautiful,” I groan and kiss her softly.

  I’m lost in her—we’re lost in her. Except we’re so lost that neither Bishop nor I hear the cars outside. We don’t hear the footsteps either, until the police ram smashes the door off its hinges into the room.

  Cora is screaming. Bishop and I yell and lunge out of the bed to protect her. But the cops tackle us to the ground, barking orders as they handcuff us both. I roar and look up to see a policewoman wrapping Cora in a bathrobe before she cuffs her too. They start to drag her out of the room.

  “It’s gonna be okay!” I yell after her. Cora looks scared to death, but she manages to look back at us. When she does, she steels her jaw.

  “It’s gonna be okay!” Bishop yells after her too. Suddenly, a man steps into the room.

  Fuck. We both look up to see Chief Millbrook smiling thinly down at both of us.

  “Oh it’s gonna be alright,” he growls. “Just not for you two, and definitely not for that bitch.”

  We both snarl at him. But we’re instantly swarmed with cops who drag us from the room, still roaring for Cora.

  15

  Bishop

  I grunt and double over as the baton slams into my stomach. Pain explodes through my core. It’s actually surprising to me. Because at this point in the interrogation, I thought I was numb from the beat down.

  Guess not.

  “Nothing personal, Bishop.” The baton slams me in the gut again, and I growl. That’s the other surprise: the guy beating the shit out of me is Marvin. So much for being a straight and narrow guy. And I guess I know how he made lieutenant now.

  He hits me again. I grunt, and I hear Tanner swearing from across the room.

  “Fuck you!” My buddy roars. “Pussy piece of shit! How about you let him out of those handcuffs and we see how this fight goes!”

  An older voice chuckles from behind me.

  “Where would be the fun in that?”

  Chief Millbrook steps around past me. I look up at him with a glare, just in time to realize Kip Clausterman is here with him. Gee, I wonder why. Millbrook grins down at me.

  “Cause we’re just having fun, now aren’t we?”

  “Loads,” I mutter.

  His smile thins. “You know what this is about, don’t you, Officer Leer?”

  “I know you’re a crooked piece of trash,” I growl.

  He chuckles. “You don’t know shit, Bishop.”

  “And I know you’re gonna score a murder charge.”

  He tries to give me a blank “what are you talking about” face, but he sucks at it. I’ve played at poker tables with this dumb shit a few years in a row at the annual police gala event. And Tom’s poker face is a fucking joke. Plus, he’s already tipped his hand. We know he knows about Cora and possibly the tape by breaking down Rowan’s door coming for us.

  “You know what I’m talking about, you fucking prick,” I grunt.

  He shrugs. “I know our forensics say you lied about that shootout at the Kenner estate. And I know this piece of shit was there too,” he growls, turning to jab a finger at Tanner.

  Tom turns back. “So, this is how this is going to play out.” He and Marvin turn and grin at each other. Then he looks back at me. “I’m sorry to say, I’m not going to be catching any sort of murder charge, Bishop.”

  Tanner snorts a laugh. “I got bad news for you, you fucking—”

  “But you two are.”

  I freeze, my eyes narrowing. “That so? Who did we murder? Your cartel friends?”

  He gives me the same shitty poker face. “Cartel friends? No, no-no-no,” he grins. “I’m not talking about gang bangers or low lifes.”

  “Then who,” I grunt.

  Tom smiles thinly. “Your little slut, that’s who.”

  I see fucking red. I roar, and Tanner does the same. We both make a lunge at the three of them. But we’re shackled at the ankles and wrists and chained to the floor of the interrogation room. We both stumble and fall right over. Tom and his little lackies just start laughing.

  “See, here’s how this is working out,” Tom sneers. “You two were pulling a drug deal at the Kenner mansion, since you knew it was empty. Shit went bad, your cartel buddies started shooting, and you shot back. But, turns out you had someone watching, didn’t you? Weren’t expecting Lorretta’s niece, were you?”

  My face pales. Oh shit…

  Tom grins. “Oh I know who that l
ittle bitch is. But so did you. Which is why you both tracked her down, took her to Rowan Tramble’s beach shack—” His smile widens when he sees my surprise.

  “Your little Marine buddy isn’t as sneaky as he thinks he is, Bishop. We tracked his van leaving Tanner’s place all the way back to that shack. Don’t worry; when this is over, he’s going to hang on an illegal surveillance charge.”

  “Fuck you,” I hiss.

  Millbrook goes on. “So, you dragged the niece back to that shack. And then you two animals had your way with and killed that poor girl, just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

  I stare at him with pure fucking hatred.

  “What is it, Bishop?” he chuckles.

  “I’m going to kill you. All of you,” I growl. “That’s what.”

  He, Marvin, and Kip chuckle.

  “Good luck with that, Bishop.” Kip snickers.

  Tom frowns at me. “So here’s the thing, because we’re all friends here, right? We can all drop the bullshit?” He leers close to me with wild eyes. “I know exactly who that little bitch is. And I know what she saw back in San Fran. Can’t say I was expecting to find her here in Santa Marina. But I guess it’s my lucky day. Hell, it’s definitely my lucky day. Here we are, an election on the way, and I’m about to take credit for killing a bunch of cartel morons, busting a crooked cop and his little security expert pal, and solving the murder of one of Santa Marina’s most charitable campaign donors’ niece.”

  Tanner and I glance at each other. This ain’t good.

  Tom smiles at us. “Not a bad day’s work, huh?”

  I’m shaking all over. I know where this is leading, and the thought is almost more than I can take. But there’s one thing Millbrook hasn’t spotted. There’s one ace left up my sleeve that he doesn’t know about. Tanner doesn’t either. But it’s the last play I have.

  I slowly smile at the chief.

  “The fuck are you smiling about?” Marvin hisses. He swings at me. I grin when his fist knocks my head to the side. But I’m still smiling when I look back up at them.