by Maia Dylan
Bella was so lost in the sensation of being completely surrounded by him that it took her a moment to realize what he was talking about. “You're asking me if I’m a virgin while I have your cock an inch inside me already? That’s a little late, don’t you think?”
Zac nodded with a tense laugh. “Yeah, maybe, but I am so fucking hot for you, babe, I couldn’t stop myself. Please, put me out of my misery here.”
Bella ran her hands up his tense arms, loving the hard feel of the muscles beneath his skin. “Honey, I’m not a virgin, but I don’t have a lot of experience, and you are quite a lot, um, larger than the last man I was with. Take it easy at first.” She could hear the vulnerability in her own tone, and watched as Zac’s expression softened.
“For you,” he whispered as he leaned down to lie fully over her, holding most of his weight off her, “I can definitely do that.”
Bella watched his face as she felt him roll his hips forward again, and groaned at the feel of him sliding further within her. Zac growled as he completed the move again, moving a little further inside her, and Bella shifted her legs to wrap them around his hips.
“Shit!” Zac groaned as he slid further inside her, and she groaned at the heat his intrusion built within her. “Bella, please, you have to stay still.” He spoke through gritted teeth, and Bella guessed what it cost him to take his time, and ensure he didn't hurt her. She bit her lip and nodded, promising herself that she would hold herself still beneath him for as long as possible.
Zac swallowed, then moved in the same slow, sensuous move two more times. He stilled as she felt his hips nestle tightly against hers. “Oh, Jesus,” Zac whispered as he lay his forehead against hers. “You have all of me, baby. Everything I have to give you. Are you okay?”
Bella felt a wonderfully full feeling between her thighs, and the hot stretch of unused muscles from having Zac buried deep within her was intense. “Yes, Zac, it feels so good, but…”
Zac tensed above her. “But what, love?”
She locked her gaze with his and rolled her own hips up and into him. “I need you to move. I need you to move now.”
Zac groaned at her words and began to move. His hips moved in a slow and steady rhythm, one that had her gasping as arousal built within her, and she knew the speed he held was designed to assist her getting accustomed to his size. After three or four slow full thrusts, he pushed up onto his hands and brought his knees up so that they were tucked beneath her own, with her legs wrapped around his hips.
“That’s as much control as I have, baby,” Zac said in a breathless voice that shook. “I have to fuck you now, I have to, and I hope to God you’re ready.”
Bella was about to growl that she was more than ready, but lost the ability to speak when Zac began to slam his hips into her, driving his cock in and out of her in quick hard flicks of his hips. Because of the angle of his body, each time he bottomed out within her, he slammed his pelvis against her clit.
The pace was frantic, and the orgasm approaching was so huge it was frightening, but Bella could do nothing but tighten her legs around Zac’s waist and grip the bed beside her as her body hovered on the edge of orgasm.
“Fuck, Bella,” Zac growled. “Let go, love, fucking let go and come. Come now!” Between the growled command and the steady hard rhythm of his thrusts, Bella was helpless to disobey. She inhaled as her release started, then screamed Zac’s name as she writhed against him. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, and she movedher hips against Zac as she shook and trembled within the grasp of her orgasm.
Over her own cries of pleasure, she heard Zac roar her name to the room, and knew that he had reached his own release just moments after her. She felt his cock jerk within her and felt him shaking as his own pleasure took a toll on him. He slammed his hips forward with a feral growl. Once. Twice. The third time he collapsed against her, and she held him tight to her chest.
The two of them lay there for a moment as they caught their breaths. Bella could feel Zac’s heart pounding hard against her own. A few treasured quiet moments later, Zac lifted his head to stare into her eyes.
“Damn, woman,” he whispered reverently. “Just damn.” Zac pressed a sweet, soft kiss on her mouth then pushed back. The feel of his still semi-hard cock slipping out of her body had her groaning as sparks of aftershocks rocked her, and amazingly, her body started to feel empty and hot.
She looked around her, and her gaze met Hayden’s where he sat with his back against the headboard of the bed. He was staring at her with an intense hunger in his eyes, running his hand up and down his thick cock in strong hard strokes. Her mouth watered at the sight he made. She licked her lips as her eyes tracked the movement of his hands.
“Christ, baby.” Hayden’s voice was at least half an octave deeper than normal, and had her pressing her thighs together. “You keep looking at me like that, and this will be over way too damn fast.”
Bella grinned. “I really like the idea of you being aroused to the point where you feel like you are losing control.” She barely recognized her own voice. It was a sultry mix of sin and smoke, and the effect on Hayden was instant. He reached for her with a growl, pulling her up and over to him, and she went willingly, scrambling toward him.
As soon as she was within reach, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and leaned in to kiss him. For a moment, she took the lead, licking into his mouth, and biting gently on his bottom lip, but she knew it wouldn’t last for long. Moments later, his hands swept up her back and he buried them in her hair, holding her head still as he took over the kiss. Bella gripped his shoulders tighter, whimpering with pleasure, and simply hung on tight. When Hayden sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and bit down, her body released a flood of hot liquid.
Hayden pulled back, releasing her lip, leaving them both breathing hard. “Hell, Bella, you liked that little bite of pain with your pleasure now, didn’t you?” Bella felt a slight flush of heat sweep into her cheeks. “You don’t have to say anything, baby. Your beautiful body is doing all the talking for you.”
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Hayden watched Bella closely, burning every detail of this moment with her into his mind. He knew she had no idea of her own beauty, or how stunningly perfect she looked as she stared at him, her expression completely open to him. He could read her longing, and her desire as it built within her. There was confusion there as well, and he couldn’t blame her for it, but the emotion that had him wanting to drop to his knees at her feet and pledge his life and loyalty to her forever was the trust he saw there.
Swallowing quickly, his cock harder than it had ever been and pulsing with the need to be buried balls deep within her, he pulled out the condom he had placed under his thigh. He opened the foil package and went to pull out the prophylactic, but was beaten to it.
Bella smiled wickedly at him as she held the condom in her hand. “Why don’t I help you with that?”
Hayden grinned at her playful tone and leaned back on the pillows he had piled behind him against the headboard. “Please do.” In a show of indifference, he placed his hands behind his head, leaning back as if relaxed. “I’ll just lie on back here and enjoy the view.”
To be fair, the view was pretty fantastic—Bella, sitting naked astride his lap, her body open to his view, her breasts swinging enticingly in front of him as she shuffled back a little, letting his cock spring up against his abdomen. Bella’s eyes widened, and she looked up at him.
“Wow,” she whispered with a wink, and he laughed, until she reached out and gripped his cock in her warm hand, and his laugh melted into a moan. His fingers dug into the blanket below him, and the muscles in his stomach flexed as Bella slid the condom down his thick length after a few false starts. False starts that had him biting back a groan, and reciting the periodic table to keep his mind off exploding in her hand like an untried teenager.
Zac lay down beside them on his side, watching their woman with as much anticipation as Hayden. “How’re you hanging in there,
Hayd?”
Hayden scowled over at him as he gritted his teeth. “Barely, brother. Our woman has a touch that is hard to resist.”
Zac sighed happily. “I know.”
Hayden turned his attention back to the goddess who was now pushing up onto her knees above him and positioning his cock against her. Unable to maintain the pretense, he brought his hands down and reached out to grip her hips, flexing his fingers against her. He held her gaze with his.
“Watch me, Hayden,” Bella whispered, and her voice shook with need. “Watch me as I take you into my body.” Unable to resist her soft command, he dropped his gaze to the small space between them and held his breath as she settled down on top of him. The small rotations of her hips as she took him in made him curse and fight for control as she finally settled over him.
“That is the hottest fucking thing in the world,” he said breathlessly, locking his gaze to hers again. “The sight of your bare pussy taking every inch of my cock was fucking phenomenal.”
Bella smiled wickedly at him. “If you liked that, then you are going to love this.” And then his lover began to move on him, grinding her hips around as she pushed up and moved back down to impale herself on him. The actions of her hips reminded him of the way she moved in the air during her stage performance, and he loved how fluidly she moved.
Groaning, he forced her hips to move faster over him. Taking the suggestion to heart, Bella placed her hands on his shoulders and began to increase her speed until she was moving in a quick steady rhythm, slamming her hips against his as she took him over and over into her body.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Zac growled from beside them, and Hayden would have liked to agree verbally with him, but Bella’s pussy began to flutter around him, and he knew she was moments away from giving in to the orgasm building within her.
“Hold it, Bella,” he commanded. He slid his hands around behind her, and gripped the soft rounded globes of her ass in his hands. “You don’t get to come until I tell you.” Bella cried out, and he felt her pussy clamp down on him as she fought to hold off the inevitable release.
Bella whimpered as she kept up the rapid pace she had before, and Hayden felt the tingling in his balls that signaled his own imminent release. He watched his lover’s eyes as they widened, and soaked in the continuous whimpers and sobs that came from her as she fought like hell to do what he wanted her to do, despite the fact her body was rebelling.
His cock swelled within her and he knew he was done. “Now, Bella, come for me, come now, my love!” And with that, she threw her head back on a scream and ground her hips against him, and he felt her ripple around him as her orgasm overcame her. That was all it took.
He threw back his own head and roared her name as he came. His body shuddered and shook beneath the force of his release, and he groaned as her body milked him of every drop he had to give. He had never come so hard in his life, and he struggled to draw much needed air into his lungs.
Bella finally collapsed against him, her skin damp, her chest heaving, and Hayden wrapped her tight against his chest.
“That,” Zac said in an awed tone.
Hayden looked over at his brother when nothing followed that first word. “That what?”
Bella turned her head on Hayden’s chest to look over at Zac, and Hayden squeezed her tighter to him.
Zac grinned at Bella. “That is what I want for my birthday for the rest of my life. The sight of you taking what you need from Hayden while rocking the fuck out of his world.” Zac nodded. “Yep, that is exactly what I want for my birthday. And Christmas. And Valentine’s Day, and every other damn holiday I can think of.”
Bella giggled against him, and Hayden felt his heart fill to overflowing. This passionate, stunningly beautiful woman in his arms belonged to him and his brother, and nothing in this world was going to take her from them. Now all he had to do was figure out a way to keep her, and not fuck it up along the way.
Chapter Seven
“They fucked up, Bella.”
Bella looked up from the paperwork she was filling out and turned in the direction of the voice.
“Who fucked up?”
“Pettigrew and his team,” Angie said as she threw herself down in her chair, and leaned her elbows on her desk. “They thought that Denny was onto them, and they moved on him too fucking soon. They brought him in and have been in with him for the past two hours. He has no idea where the shipment is or when it’s coming in.”
Bella’s jaw dropped at the same time her stomach did. “Why would they do that? What the hell does that mean? That the last six months have been a waste of time?”
Angie shrugged, but Bella could see the anger in her expression. “Not sure. We’re waiting for directions to come from the top. Looks like Denny’s gonna roll over like the good little bitch that he is, so we might be able to salvage something from this clusterfuck after all.”
Bella sat back with a sigh of frustration. She loved her job, and had done from the moment she'd been shoulder tapped for the agency while she was still in the academy. She had dreamed of being a police officer for most of her life, and it was a dream her mother shared with her. When the opportunity presented itself to be part of the ATF, she’d jumped at it and never looked back. Five years later, and she still loved what she did for a living, even the undercover work she was involved in at the moment. It was difficult, dangerous, and sometimes frustrating as hell, but she still loved it.
She and her team had been after Denny for a long time now, and thought they would be able to take him off the streets, and at the same time, seize a large shipment of weapons the bastard was expecting to receive on behalf of one of his benefactors.
“Christ, I hate it when the plan we meticulously put into place goes sideways and we have to clean up Pettigrew’s mess.” Bella threw her pen down on her desk in disgust. “This is the third damn time in six months that screw-up has moved too early.”
Angie nodded, her eyes blazing. “I know! We all know that he and Lieutenant Johansson are fucking. That’s the only damn reason that bitch promoted that dumb fuck over you. It’s also why she keeps making excuses for him every time we have to go in and sort his shit out.”
Bella wanted to deny it, but it was getting to be beyond a joke now. Pettigrew had moved too early on another operation a few weeks ago, and that had resulted in her and Angie having to assist with serving a few warrants without the benefit of surprise. Things had gone sour quickly, and she’d copped a few punches to her side. An occupational hazard for sure, but in that instance, it could have been avoided.
“When will the powers that be see what the fuck is going on here?” Angie continued. “If we wait much longer for them to get a clue, it might just be too damn late for either of us. I think I’m gonna talk directly to the director. This shit will get us killed.”
Bella sighed. The same thought had occurred to her more than once in the past few days. Johansson and Pettigrew continued to try to hide their fuck ups, and it was Bella, Angie, and a few other agents that had to put their lives on the line to cover up their mistakes. Her mom had always taught her to stick up for herself, but all the medical bills she still had to pay, and her need to eat, and the desire to have a roof over her head, had meant she had let a lot of this shit slide without comment.
That conversation was still on her mind later that night that night when she was making her way to Hayden’s and Zac’s apartment in a taxi. Something needed to be done, and all this shit had to end. Tomorrow night, they were staging their final act in Denny’s case. They had it on good authority that the Trinity had arranged to move the weapons through Denny’s business, and were going to be back in the club. If all went well, they would have the weapons, the Trinity would be in the hands of one of the multiple federal agencies all vying for the chance to get their hands on them, and Denny would be on his way to jail. Deal or no deal, and despite the fact he was going to help them tomorrow night, he would serve time.
The taxi pu
lled up alongside the curb outside the apartment building Zac and Hayden lived in, and her heart began to beat a little faster in anticipation. The three of them had been together every night since the first time they had made love, and that had made for a relatively cuss-free three weeks for her. She grinned when she thought back to her first trip to their apartment. She had wandered around the open space, too afraid to touch anything for fear of breaking something expensive. Both Hayden and Zac had noticed her apprehension, and that had made Bella even more nervous. That was, until Zac pushed a large leather chair out into the foyer.
“What in the hell are you doing?” Bella had asked, mentally chastising herself for the added hour she was going to have to do on their treadmill later.
“You’re walking around here, feeling all uncomfortable and shit, and I can’t say that I blame you,” Zac said reasonably, as he stepped around her and headed back into the living room with its designer furniture, expensive artwork, and floor to ceiling windows that afforded million dollar views over Chicago, passing Hayden as he carried an ottoman into the foyer to join the chair.
“Our apartment was decorated by one of Chicago’s best interior designers,” Hayden told her as he placed the ottoman on the floor. “I won’t tell you how much it cost us, and it’s even been photographed for a few magazines. I always thought it was exactly what I wanted, but that was until I walked into your place. This—” he threw his arms wide to indicate the apartment, “doesn’t feel like a home. Your place feels like a home. None of this shit matters to us, but way more importantly, we want you to feel comfortable here.”
Zac stood in the middle of the lounge as Bella hurried back into the room after Hayden. “Look at this place. That damn decorator convinced us that this was what made a home, but it sucks.” He turned to level his gaze on hers. “Help us make this a home, one that you will be comfortable spending time in.”
“We want you to spend as much time here as possible, love,” Hayden murmured as he stepped up to wrap his arms around her from behind. “Not because we don’t love the Monticello because we do. But because this place has a bigger bed.”
