Two Hitmen: A Double Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Lawless Book 1)

by Alice May Ball

  I thought about Jace under my bed.

  I should have gone back to check on him. I should also have peeked through the spyhole in the door to see where the cops were at. See if they were making their way along the hallway, if they were leaving, or if there was a risk of them coming back at all.

  I didn’t, though. I didn’t do any of that. Instead, I stayed rooted to the spot at the door to our little bathroom, and watched Ashlee’s face. Badge pulled her wet panties down until they were tight over her thighs. His long, stiff tongue flicked and flailed over her fine, wet fuzz and pressed her swollen lips wide.

  She slid farther down the wet tiled wall as his jaw worked and he lapped around the hood of her clit. Her thighs trembled as his thumbs stroked her mound and his fingers probed her slit.

  She bit her lip and sunk her fingers in his hair. Her eyes rolled helplessly as Badge’s lips took a more insistent hold of her, and his hands reached up to squeeze the pert cheeks of her ass. Her knees bent more, and her thighs gripped the sides of his head as it hammered hard against her soaking pussy.

  My hands seemed to have found their way into my pj bottoms. I looked around at the base of my bed, where I remembered I had left a smoking hot biker. As my fingers parted my quivering, sticky lips and my aching bud pushed forwards, I was torn between watching Ashlee as she lost her composure, and dragging the hunk of hard biker out from under my bed and out of his jeans and swallowing his tumescent flesh.

  Of course, that might not look too good if the cops came back, because I had clearly told them that there was nobody here but Ashlee and I. It would be hard to explain why I failed to mention two hard, hot, and horny bikers. Hmm. What should I do?

  The trouble was, while I was trying to think, my unthinking fingers were finding their own fun, and they flew in a fury to flay friction in my furry fissure. The sight of Ashlee’s wet leg hooking over Badge’s shoulder was no help, any more than the rising rhythm of her helpless moans.

  My knees knocked together and I curled forwards. The droop of my mouth widened as my fingers trilled over my weeping lips and my thighs and ass cheeks clenched.

  As the first waves of orgasm threatened to tense through my thighs and surge up from the pit of my stomach, a pair of strong hands gripped my ass through my soft pjs. I felt the press of a pair of wide male hips with a powerful prick against my trembling flesh.

  Jace had found his way out from under the bed. The hard ridge of throbbing cockin his jeans tipped me over the edge. I bent over so my fingers trilled my bean while my soaking petals pushed and sawed through the wet flannel of my bottoms along the length of his fattening cock.

  “Little student getting gooey,” I felt the depth of his voice vibrate through his cock and up into my pussy. “You like watching Badge eat your roomie out?” My knees were sinking and my face began to contort as the long, shaky groan started from deep in my stomach.

  “He’s got his tongue jammed pretty hard into her there,” I trembled uncontrollably. “She’s clawing in his hair. Rocking her little wet pussy in his mouth.” His hand snaked up between my thighs. “ Looks like she’s going over.” Badge hefted Ashlee’s other leg over his shoulder and pressed her back against the wall.

  She moaned as she gripped and tugged in his hair. She stared wide-eyed into his face, down between her thighs and her hips ground against his lips. His head bobbed and he made wet growls into her pussy.

  Jace’s fingers pressed around my fingers outside my pjs. His breath was hot and damp in my ear, “Oh, you are so wet,” as his hand found mine rubbing my aching clit. “You’re pretty excited. That cute cop get you going?” There was an edge in his voice as his grip tightened.

  “Hey Badge, I think this little piece of tail has it for the cop.” Badge’s head began to turn. Ashlee scowled and tried to pull him back but he just shoved her against the wall. He didn’t even look at her as he said, “Men are talking.”

  Jace said, “He gave her a card, told her to call him.”

  “Not in a professional context,” I protested.

  Jace squeezed my fingers and slapped my butt with his other hand. “Cop’s a cop, on duty or off.”

  Ashlee’s mascara smeared down her face as she slid down the wet tiles. Badge’s wet clothes dripped all over the bathroom as he came over. Jace said, “Might want to get out of those things, man. Hang ’em up somewhere for a while.”

  Badge stood in front of me, and started to undo his heavy belt buckle. “Maybe I should fill this little sweetbutt’s mouth. Keep her from loose talking.”

  Jace said, “We’d probably best give ’em both some guidance and motivation.”

  Badge unbuttoned his fly and said, “Other one’s going to need to rest. She’s all used up for a while.”

  “Drained her with your tongue, bro?”

  Badge took a hold of my chin. “Got my engine running, though.” Jace pulled down the waistband of my pjs.

  I spun around, “Wait,” I started to protest, but then when I saw the look in his eyes, I was dripping all over again. His hard body, the throbbing bulge in his jeans, his hot breath on my neck, it all made me want him. All of him.

  I wanted his hot cock. I wanted it between my tits, beating on my ass and busting into my swollen wet pussy. I wanted the pulsing weight of it on my tongue, the velvety thickness forcing open the back of my throat, right there and then.

  His fingers tightened on my pussy, I jumped to fling my arms around his neck, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Jace looked into my eyes while he told Badge, “You might have to wear the other one out some more. This one seems to be wearing me for a while.”

  I’d kind of liked the idea of Jace being a little rough with me. Maybe I liked it a little more than a little. I pouted while I dug my heels into his ass.

  His trunk hardened. The look in his eyes grew hotter. He tightened his grip on my bare ass. My pjs were down to the tops of my thighs and my cotton panties were skewed. I pushed the fuzz of my wet pussy against the ridge in Jace’s jeans and looked back up at him.

  “Okay,” he said, “We’re going to have to do something about this.”

  I chewed the inside of my lip. His bulge throbbed against my aching lips through the rough cotton of his jeans. His lips were strong and mobile. His mouth seized on mine as his fingers slipped along my slit and up against the hood of my clit.

  My thighs shook and I pressed against him. His other hand went up under my t-shirt. Showers of sparks went off in my breast as he took hold of it. He squeezed and massaged me, circling and pulling on my nipple. My breath thickened. His cock thickened, too.

  Badge was close behind me. He pushed his cock up by my bare ass. His pulsing hot rod was also bare. My hands grabbed Jace’s tight ass and I pulled him to me. His cock pressed hard against my mound, behind where his hand was.

  Badge’s hands grabbed my ass. I felt something soft and wet at the back of my thighs. “Ashlee!” Her head came up between my legs as she went after Badge’s cock. Here I’d been thinking I was going to get both of the bikers.

  Jace’s fingers trilled fast on my clit and my muscles tightened in a rhythm. Fireworks began to fizzle and pop in my stomach. Ashlee reached for Badge’s cock and her hair tickled and teased the backs of my thighs. She said, “I want a taste of this,” and I heard her mouth close.

  As she started to noisily gobble and suck, and her head moved back and forth between my shaking thighs, my stomach rolled and I was tipping over the edge again. I reached to grab Jace’s hand, but instead grabbed his cock through his jeans, and I pulled him harder against my wet muff.

  My mouth found his and feasted as he worked faster on my wet trigger. His strong, sensitive fingers lifted me over the brink and I leaned into his hand as my thighs sagged apart.

  The sound of Ashlee behind me, swallowing Badge’s pole, and the sensation as her hair brushed against my thighs made me moan and sigh. My fingers clasped around Jace’s neck and my toes curled as my back arched and I came once more, drenching Jac
e’s hand.

  He grabbed my shoulders and spun me against the cold tiled wall. He plunged his head between my legs. His long, strong tongue slid into my swollen cleft and his lips worked on my aching nub. I started to shout as I came again, this time more intensely and even harder.

  I realized just in time that the noise could call Officer Cannon back, and that would be really bad. I jammed the back of my hand into my mouth and bit as hard as I could stand to stop the sound.

  Badge’s neck was red and swollen, and his cock was jammed almost all the way into Ashlee’s stretched-open mouth. “Gotta love a shouter,” his voice rasped as he looked down at Jace, hard at work in my loins. “Goddamn, they can get you killed, though.”

  I bent forwards and sunk my fingers into Jace’s hair. His mouth felt so good on me that I wanted to pull him all the way in. I damn well tried, too. He loved it. I could tell by the way he groaned as I clawed his hair.

  His long moan shook my lips and my walls, and I rocked my canyon over his face even harder. I don’t know how I stayed quiet–Badge was right, I am a shouter–but the effort made all of the sensation even more intense.

  I couldn’t believe that I had a biker’s face in my wet pussy, and that Ashlee was gagging with her mouth stretched on another biker’s cock. It was slid into her throat and making her drool, wide-eyed and red-faced. Two bikers we had known for less than half an hour were fucking us.

  They were two bikers who were pretty much guaranteed, by all appearances, to fuck us both insensible. That is, if we weren’t all killed in a shootout with the cops who were searching the dorm for the two of them, right while we were losing ourselves in oral sex.

  Jace started to get up but I was coming again so I tightened my grip in his hair. Badge grunted and said to Jace, “Man, you got a live one there. I can’t wait to slide my cock into her.”

  I was still coming and gushing as Jace looked up into my eyes and said, “Sure thing, bro. But I’ve wet these hot, plump lips and I’ve tasted the sweetness of ’em. So I’m gonna get my balls to slap against her ass, and then against her chin. Whatever’s left after that, you can fuck her all you like.”

  I burst and came again.

  As I sagged onto Jace’s face, he pushed me away gently, rose, and pulled open the hefty silver buckle on his thick belt. When he unbuttoned his jeans and hauled out his cock, it was even bigger than I had imagined while it had ground against my ass and my pussy.

  After he yanked off my pjs he lifted me by my ass, and hauled my thighs over his elbows. My hands clasped behind his neck again as he lifted me, sliding my back up the cold tiles. With my legs spread wide his huge cock probed against my hot, wet opening, he teased me with the head of it.

  He watched my face contort and my eyes plead as he pressed along my slit and slid against my swollen lips. Suspended on his arms, I shoved my soaking petals at his shaft, but still he teased and taunted me with an evil spark in his eye.

  His hot, slick head, just outside my entrance, drove me wild, and I had to bite my lip. When his cock did penetrate me, I gasped for air, and my eyes, my mouth, and my legs all sprang wide open. I felt like he was going to split me in two.

  I locked my ankles behind his ass and tried to pull him in, but he was too strong. He was determined to make me wait and make me earn every inch of that hot beast. My walls pulsed, relaxing and squeezing, coaxing and tightening. He gave me an evil grin, but he still made me wait.

  I started to shake. “Please,” I said.

  His grin spread wider and thinner. Between my legs, I gripped him tighter. He was still only halfway in, and I felt like I was stretched as far as I could go. He slowly slid back and my wet pussy hated the cool air he left behind.

  He looked in my eyes, and then impaled me. I kept my voice quiet, but I couldn’t stop a jagged little squeak ripping from my throat. My legs clamped around him as he sawed into me and he pierced me apart.

  My lips leaped for him but he drew back his head and grinned even more. Alright, you bastard, I thought, If that’s how you want to play it. I slammed my pelvis into his. My spine curled to rock me onto his hot spike and then off. My flower wept and scraped red and raw as I hammered my hips into his.

  As I got my bush to his hilt, I squeezed, and when I reached the top of his shaft, I relaxed. I rolled my hips around as I dove onto him and again the other way as I rose back up. I judged his rhythm and I fucked him. I watched for when he wanted more and I slowed.

  I sensed when he needed a pause, and I slammed. I drove that fucker to the edge like a damned chicken run. I had never fucked like that in my life before. I completely forgot my own sensation and my body dedicated itself to getting control and getting him off.

  His hardening hunk began to twitch and pulse and I jumped right off him. I sank to my knees on the hard floor and took his red, pulsing cock in both hands. I held it in front of my mouth and I blew on it.

  His hands grabbed my head and he tried to pull my lips onto his throbbing manhood, but I opened my mouth so wide he just slid along my tongue. I barely letting him touch the sides. I made him welcome in the warm, wet space of my mouth, but I didn’t give him friction.

  When I peeked up at his face, I saw a mix of confusion and rage, mixed with a heat of admiration. I grinned and tightened my grip. Just then, I gave him the first suck, right up the top, below the bulb. I licked along the seam of the underside with the pointed tip of my tongue on the way.

  He started to shudder. I knew that he had blown past the last possible stopping point. I gripped his length and pulled my hands down, hard and fast then up, soft and deliberate while I closed my mouth, soft and wet over the tip.

  My head followed my hands up and down and on the way down, I sucked, hard. His throat rasped with long groans and his meat throbbed on my tongue. I pulled him downwards, just to add more tension and he began to pulse from the hilt to the hot tip.

  I tried to stop myself from grinning as he shot bolts of hot, salty seed to slather over my throat. However much I sucked and suckled to keep it all in, there was so much that some of it spilled onto my lips and dribbled to my chin as I laughed and sucked and beat his cock for all that I was worth.

  As he groaned and hosed the final spurt, I lapped, looked up into his eyes. Somehow, I managed to grin with an enormous cock in my mouth. I can’t think quite how I did that. But he saw the grin, there’s no doubt about that.

  He felt it too. I saw the way that he chewed his lip.

  I wiped the hot spunk that spilled onto my chin and what there was left on his cock and his balls and I watched his face as I slurped it all up.

  Ashlee was by this time stood naked with her feet apart and bent forwards. She moaned and gasped as Badge pounded her from behind and his balls beat on her mound. I lifted her head, and gave her Jace’s fat, softening cock to suck.

  I figured some hot, fresh lips might revive him some. For a moment there it looked like it wasn’t going to work, but when Ashlee’s face crumpled and reddened, that seemed to get a start on stiffening Jace right back up.

  The more he filled her mouth, the closer she was to gagging, the more the saliva ran over his cock, the harder he got. Badge pulled Ashlee’s hips lower and he beat his cock harder into her. He looked up in admiration, first at me, then at Jace.

  “Man,” he said, “How did you know which bell to push?”

  Jace’s lips were tight. “Follow the road, bro. Always follow the road.” Ashlee’s mouth stretched wider to accommodate Jace. Badge’s jaw tightened and he looked over at me. I watched him pole into Ashlee while she fed on Jace.

  My fingers were on my pussy, spread my lips wide as I stood. Badge watched intently. He pulled out of Ashlee and lay on the floor. He pointed to his cock. It wasn’t as long as Jace’s, but it was thicker. And I could see that it was rock hard.

  “Tell you what, biker,” I licked my lips, “I’ll ride you.” I stood over his head, facing his feet, settled my ass over his face, and got my lips on his. He parted my pussy with h
is tongue and I leaned forwards to take a hold of his cock. I lowered my lips onto him and I felt his whole body swell, like it rose to meet me.

  What I wasn’t prepared for was his scent. I’d never identified it before, but it’s something I’d smelled once at a boxing match that my mother’s boyfriend dragged us along to. Now that I recognized it, I knew instinctively what it was.

  The overpowering scent of testosterone made my stomach hop. I took his cock in my hands and straight into my mouth, and I ground my wet lips onto his face. His big hands gripped my ass, and his tongue swept along the length of my open gorge.

  Feeling his thick cock press the sides of my cheeks as he licked the length of my pussy, my nipples hardened and rubbed against his rising pelvis. The curve of his cock slid along my tongue and moved in to jam straight at the top of my throat.